#HOW CAN I FORGET RICK IN A SUIT???

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how is Rick Sanchez THIS ATTRACTIVE

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Request daryl dixon x plus!size reader) so the reader and are married they have been together since before the world went to hell maybe when they make it to Alexandra some guys hit on the reader or make comments about her weight ( I couldn't decide which one to choose so you can pick) and early just gets really pissed off and he fights the guys Maggie is worried that one of the guys is not breathing but rick tells everyone he is still breathing and that rick almost beat him to death Daryl didn't care because they shouldn't say stuff to his wife or about his wife.

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Daryl Dixon x plus size reader

Spencer and his lackeys decide that they want to be pieces of shit and your husband teaches them a lesson they’ll never forget

Warnings: fat shaming, Spencer Monroe, some angst, fighting, protective!Daryl, swearing, blood, cat-calling, implied smut

WC: 1k

Minors DNI

Library- @hannibals-favourite-meal-library

Maggie was the one that found the sundress. It was wrinkled and smelled like dust balls but the blue of the fabric hadn’t faded and it fit you like a dream. You were hesitant at first, dresses had always been a bit of a sore spot for you in the past but you couldn’t deny just how good you looked when you finally caved and slipped it on (just to appease your best friend of course). 

While tight around your bust, providing you ample support even without a bra, it flared out at your wide hips, giving you a more hourglass figure. The colour suited your skin tone perfectly and the fabric was light enough that you didn’t feel constricted. Even you found yourself hot as you looked in the bathroom mirror. 

Maggie had just about lost her mind when you finally re-emerged into your bedroom and after she had convinced you to walk downstairs, you found that your husband was even more excited about it.

So on a particularly hot day in Alexandra, you decided to wear it as you went about doing your chores. You ignored the eyes that looked your way as you milled about, delivering parcels of food to different houses and collecting any clothes that needed to be fixed.

It was the whistle that finally caught your attention. A group of men were gathered outside of Deanna’s old house, Spencer led the charge. He was positively leering at you in what you assumed was supposed to be a ‘smoulder’ but really just came across like he was constipated.

You rolled your eyes and attempted to get on with your work but that’s when he spoke up. “Hey sweetheart how about you bring that ass over here and I can show you what a real man can do.” You cringed at his nasal voice. The three men behind him hooted as he smirked your way.

All-to-used to the cat calls of pathetic men, you kept walking, yet you couldn’t help but mutter under your breath. “I get a real man every morning with breakfast, fucking pig.” Evidently, you hadn’t said it quietly enough because suddenly there was an iron grip around your wrist and an angry voice in your ear.

“The fuck did you just say, fat bitch. I was gonna do you a favour by fucking you but now I wanna know something. How are you still so fat in the middle of the fucking apocalypse?” This started another round of side splitting laughter from his friends. Your hand flew to your wide hip, unconsciously searching for your knife which you had left on the hall table at home. “I know! That redneck that follows you around like a mangy dog must keep feeding you so you can be bait.”

Your mouth dropped open to retort but suddenly, there was a growl and the disgusting hand on your skin disappeared. You were startled for only a moment before you realised that your husband’s voice had replaced Spencer’s. “Shut yer fuckin mouth!” 

A sickening crack rang through the now silent street and you watched with morbid fascination as the man you called yours beat the ever loving shit out of the much taller man. Daryl’s blue eyes were wide with fury as he held him down by his neck as his right fist landed blow after blow to his face.

You stood frozen as his hand steadily became stained with red blood, only a distant shout from Rick broke you from your trance. “Daryl!” You pulled at his shoulder but he wouldn’t budge, too blinded by his anger. He landed another hit and you cringed as you heard Spencer’s nose shatter.

“Rick!” The sheriff was your last option and he delivered. He gave your husband one good punch to the jaw and Daryl was briefly stunned. Using that distraction, you pulled him back with all your might causing you both to roll to the dusty ground.

You threw your leg over his thin hips and grabbed his arms, pinning them to his chest as you sat down onto his thighs, effectively keeping him on the ground. You knew he could easily throw you off and lunge at the man once more but he stayed immobile beneath you, his chest heaving.

“You good?” You could hear others running up to where Spencer lay but your focus was on the man beneath you. His shoulders were still tense and his fists still clenched but his eyes weren’t as wild as they fixed themselves on you.

He grunted in reply and you breathed out in relief. “Are you gonna go after him again if I let you up?” He thought for a moment and then shook his head. You smiled before carefully getting to your feet. You offered him a hand which he quickly took, pulling himself up to stand next to you.

“I don’t think he’s breathing!” One of Spencer’s cronies whined but Rick just scoffed as he looked down at Spencer.

“He’ll be fine, just get him to the infirmary.” He dismissed, turning to you and Daryl who had slipped his hand into yours. “You almost beat that man to death.” 

Daryl spun the gold wedding band on your ring finger. “Shouldn’t have talked bout my wife like that.” He brushed off. You could feel the split skin of his knuckles beneath your fingertips- a reminder of the violence he was capable of for you.

Rick sighed in defeat and turned his attention to you. “Bring him home, I’ll deal with this. Just- just watch him please.” He begged, sounding like a tired father. Your free hand clutched Daryl’s muscular forearm in a silent signal for him to walk away.

“He’ll be right as rain tomorrow. Scout’s honour.” You promised and the ex-sheriff shot you a grateful look.

“By the way- you do look good in that dress.” A growl was your only warning before you found yourself thrown over your husband’s broad shoulder and he stormed away, presumably back to your house. Your laugh carried down the street with you as you clutched onto his strong back.

“I guess I shouldn’t wear this dress out again huh?” You asked jokingly as he kicked open your front door and thundered up the stairs.

He gently threw you onto your bed and as he stripped off his vest, he spoke once more. “Only if ya know ‘m gonna fight anyone tha looks at ya.” The dress stayed on.

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|DARYL DIXON|

○Damn liar○

Summary:Daryl and y/n discuss of one of the saviors. Things seem to be getting worse and worse and things don't end as expected.

Warnings: Use of y/n, bad words, violence, argument, fight, angst,etc etc.

Part 2 maybe??

It was all over at last.

The war with the saviors had ended, not in the best way, but the tranquility could be felt a little more.

Things weren't easy yet, of course not, there were many things to resolve, things that brought many endless debates that never came to anything, and one of them was between you and Daryl. It was one that, at first, you hadn't even discussed, but for some strange reason, Daryl had now changed his mind.

The relationship between you was, roughly speaking, quite perfect. You two fought, of course you did, like any normal couple, but most of the time both of you shared quiet and beautiful moments. But since Rick's death (or disappearance according to Daryl, another of the reasons why they argued) things had changed too much, such as what you were going to do with Dwight when it was all over.

Before the two had assured that they would not leave him alive. What he had done to you that time in the forest, after you helped him and his wife, was enough to make you hate him. You just couldn't forgive him. But now, when the time had finally come, when one afternoon you went to talk to him about how you would do it, you got a big surprise.

"I don't want to do it." He said seriously, without taking his eyes off the motorcycle that he had been fixing all day.

"What?" You asked in a daze, thinking that maybe you had misheard.

"It's just…I think we should forget about it. Try to keep things peaceful." His voice was calm and sure, as if he was trying to keep you from freaking out, which was impossible.

"It has to be a joke. You're fucking kidding me right?" He just looked at you while biting his lip. It wasn't a fucking joke. "Is it that you don't remember what he did to you? What he did to us? How he betrayed us and laughed at us? And how later he came asking for forgiveness, help, shelter and on top of that we gave it to him?!" You didn't want to draw attention, much less from Michonne who was already looking at them from the opposite sidewalk, but seeing the calm with which he said things was simply infuriating.

"Y/n, things have changed, okay? We all change is..." but you cut him off before he could finish speaking.

"No! You've changed! Don't you think it's enough that we have forgiven them all, that we let them live and eat our things, as well as having to spare their lives?!" At this point, Daryl had already gotten up from the floor and was beginning to approach you with the intention that you would calm down or at least that you could discuss this in private and not before the eyes of the curious, but at the moment when he gave a single step towards you, you back two.

"No. I got it. You dont want to kill him? Okay. You for your part and I for mine."

"No y/n. Things don't have to be like this...there are other ways, I had something else in mind." The seriousness on your face forced him to keep talking. "I was going to take him to the woods, leave him there and let him go on his own, look for luck elsewhere. But if I ever see him around here again..."

"What will you do? Kill him? Ha, please, Daryl, you don't even believe that. You've sworn it on your life, you've sworn it on me, and look at you! Being a good man..." you took a few steps forward, the enough to be almost glued to him, where only he can hear what you had to say. "Don't be surprised if one day you don't find him..." and with that, you just walked away.

Because you weren't going to forgive him that easily, not after betraying you like that in the woods, not after not helping you with Negan until it suited him, not after seeing all the things he'd done to you and not move a finger to help you, not after they'd gone out of their way for both of them and they'd just ignored you.

So it was that same afternoon, after dodging Michonne's questions and Daryl's pleas, that you put together your plan. You were going to do it in the same cell, that same night, you would torture him a little, enough to make him regret it even more and then you would just kill him, so you wouldn't risk someone hearing his screams.

You didn't want to think too much about what you would do to him, you would just let the moment flow. You didn't want to think too much. Not before you regret it.

But what you didn't know was that after you left, Michonne and Daryl knew that you were going to plan something, so they stayed in the cell themselves, waiting for you to come and stop you.

But what they didn't know was that you were determined to finish him off, whatever you had to do, which included having to finish off the guards.

The guards, who were none other than Daryl and Michonne.

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Night had fallen, you had everything you thought you needed, you had made sure that no one had seen you leave, or so you thought, and you had run to the small prison they had built.

Upon entering you found that everything was dark when they always used to leave a lamp on, but the fury did not let you think calmly. Observe the place calmly but the thirst for revenge did not let you see them standing there by your side. You walked over to where Dwight was, but the voices in your head didn't let you hear the footsteps behind you.

You only realized something was wrong when you noticed that the cell was completely empty. It was there, when due to the slight reflection of the knife in your hand, the one with which you intended to attack whoever crossed your path, was that you noticed the two people behind you.

You turned quickly with the intention of sticking the knife into whoever was trying to stop your plan, but Daryl was much faster, he already knew your movements when attacking, and his hand nimbly took yours while with the other took the knife out of your hand, throwing it to the side. The other figure, Michonne, stepped up behind you wrapping her arms around yours to stop you from moving.

And when they saw that they were only making you angrier, they took off their hoods.

"Y/n that's enough...you don't have to do this." Your eyes filled with fury and not caring that it was them, you moved with all your strength to get rid of them, you kicked with the intention of hitting Daryl, but only managed to make his arms cling to yours as well.

"You're a treacherous bastard!" You screamed with all your might.

"Y/n you're acting like a spoiled child..." Michonne said, to which Daryl thought was the worst thing she could have said if she was trying to reassure you.

"I'm not a damn girl! Is it wrong that I want justice? Is it wrong that I don't think the same as you?! Why yours is valid and mine isn't?!" You screamed with all your might. You couldn't understand, you wanted to but you couldn't, the fury was stronger than the reason, because deep down, deep inside, you knew they were right, you knew that perhaps you were exaggerating. But you couldn't stop your impulses, your thoughts, those that didn't let you sleep at night. Because after all, they had done even worse things, what did it mean to kill just one of them?

"No, of course it's not bad. Damn, you think I like all this?" Daryl said a little more upset.

"Well, you seem to enjoy it!"

"Well I don't! No one tells you not to want revenge, but we need this. We need rules and we need everyone to follow them, we need peace of mind and we need everyone to cooperate...no exceptions. We can find other options okay?...you don't have to get into this trouble...please y/n." He replied while caressing your cheek.

"Okay. So...I have another option." You said serious and a little calmer, even though inside you were like hell.

"Tell us...we can work it out, we don't want this." Michonne answered hopefully.

"Either Dwight dies...or I'm out of here. You decide or I do, but you know exactly which one I'll choose."

"No. No way, forget it." Daryl growled, furious again.

"So will you let me go?" You asked in a playful voice.

"We already talked about it, our word will not change. There are no exceptions." Michonne replied. You looked at Daryl for a few seconds, waiting for him to change his mind, for him to see the seriousness in your words, but it didn't work, so you simply said;

"Okay...then I guess you'll have one less warrior."

And without saying anything else, without even thinking about the pain in your chest that was formed at the thought of having to abandon the love of your life, you let go of the weak grip of the two and left the place, you headed home...well, old home, you took your things and left.

Not before leaving Daryl a little letter.

"-Together against the world forever.- Do you remember? Well, it seems that you are a damn liar.

With love y/n, who will continue to fight the world for both of us."

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HELLOOO

Ok, first I apologize for misspellings or mistakes, English is not my first language <3

Second: I'm not a fan of Dwight, in fact I don't like him too much, and I always wanted to say what I thought about him and what better way to do it than here!! Also, leaving my opinion about the situation, I think it's a bit difficult when you want something, when you want revenge and no one understands you, when you feel that the person you love the most betrayed you, and I also feel that it would be a difficult decision to choose. , but it's just my opinion, a story. If you don't like it, you can keep reading and take it for granted!

Third: the events are not in the same order as the series, it's not the big change but hey, I wanted to change it a bit.

Fourth: THANK YOU SO MUCH for all the love to the other stories, it really makes me super happy that you like it and I would gladly write about what you like. (Sorry if I'm not very constant, the university is stealing a LOT of time)

And finally, if you liked this one, maybe I can do a second part. Do you see where Daryl goes in search of Y/n? You decide.

MUCHAS GRACIAS <3

THANK YOU SO MUCH <3

[gerogerigaogaigar]

Now that we've listened to the cadence of rappers through the interplay between the flow and beats it is time to listen to what rappers are saying. Rap has its own language made up of metaphors and references that can intimidate new listeners, but there is one skill that should be easy for anyone to appreciate. Storytelling. These songs are some of the best storytelling that hip-hop has to offer. And Storytelling is one of rap's strong suits so really this is some of the best storytelling that music has to offer!

The Art Of Peer Pressure Kendrick is why were here right? Well he is probably the best lyricist in rap history. The Art Of Peer Pressure may not be his biggest hit but it is unparalleled in terms of storytelling. Kendrick describes a night as a teen in Compton. Him and his friends emulating the violence heard on their favorite rap albums. The story seems simple, but the message is complex. He disavows every action he engages in saying that he's normally sober, normally peaceful, but he's with the homies right now. As the title suggests its a story about how peer pressure helps reproduce systems of violence.

Children's Story Slick Rick is the storyteller of all time. It honestly baffles me how naturally he communicates this simple fable without missing a beat. It flows so casually that you actually forget that he's maintaining rhyme throughout.

Gold Simple fables about street violence are extremely common in hip-hop. This one builds bravado and avarice until the tragic ending where the singer buries his mother before he can use all the money he's attained on her.

I Left My Wallet In El Segundo And now for the lowest stakes in any rap story. This is the gripping story of Q-Tip trying to remember where he left his wallet. The energy of a couple of friends trying to retrace their steps is actually really relatable though.

It Was A Good Day I've seen people on here try to use the details of this song's lyrics to pinpoint the exact date Cube was talking about. It's a simple song, but the simplicity belies some depth. It's pretty telling that to Ice Cube playing basketball and dominoes with his friends is on the same level as not getting harassed by the police or shot.

Millie Pulled A Pistol On Santa De La Soul decided to ditch the fun and games on Millie Pulled A Pistol On Santa. seriously content warning for frank discussion of csa. The tense story of a girl who is brought to the point of desperation because no one will believe that she is being abused. Its dark stuff and extremely well told.

Neighbors J. Cole dodged a bullet when he decided not to actually beef with Kendrick. Which is good cause I actually like Cole's music. Neighbors is about J. Cole tried to move into a nice house in a white neighborhood and got harassed until he was forced to leave. He meditates on the fact that fame can't actually stop the baked in racism at the heart of America.

Hey Mama If you want to know why fans are mourning Kanye or even hoping for him to get better instead of just dropping him like a rock look no further than Hey Mama. This ode to his mother is the sweetest song ever made. I'm kinda glad Donda West didn't have to see what her son turned into.

Just A Friend Biz Markie is the clown prince of hip-hop. his flow is goofy, the beat is kinda wonky, and the story is simple. And then he just kinda yells the hook like he's half drunk. It is either gonna charm you right away or annoy you. Just A Friend is the kind of stupid that I always fall in love with and it's enduring popularity is proof that others feel the same.

Fat Cats, Bigga Fish The Coup are the group that would eventually make the film Sorry To Bother You. Fat Cats, Bigga Fish is a deftly told story whose moral is "stealing is only illegal if you aren't rich"

To Be Continued ===> Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

[invisibleraven]

Imagine your OTP with Character A secretly learning Character B’s mother language to say stupid pick-up lines to them / Rulie

Also for @innytoes who agrees this prompt is extremely Rulie coded.

“Damn you owl!” Reggie scowled as he tosses his phone across the couch.

“Did you get Rick Rolled by an owl?” Luke asked, not even looking up from the song he was working on.

“Something like that,” Reggie grumbled.

Alex picked up the phone, and bit back a grin as he saw the screen. “Bonita, not bonito.”

“Stupid feminization,” Reggie replied. “It’s screwed me up more than once.”

“Should I ask why?” Alex asked, nodding at the phone as he handed it to Reggie.

“I think you know why,” Reggie replied.

Willie peered over his shoulder and smiled. “Dude if you want to learn Spanish there is a whole ass family willing to teach you.”

“I want it to be a surprise,” Reggie replied.

“Also I doubt he wants to ask Ray how to flirt with Julie in Spanish,” Luke smirked.

Reggie sputtered at that, but it wasn’t like he could deny it. He figured if he hit Julie with truly epic lines in Spanish she might grant him a second glance. Or at least laugh in that way that he loved-all crinkly eyes and letting her smile shine.

But languages had never been his strong suit, and well there was only so much that Duolingo could teach him.

Yet he was still here, struggling along as he learned the basics, dog earring his Spanish English dictionary, and watching a lot of movies with subtitles turned on.

“This is a stupid plan isn’t it?” he asked.

“I think it’s adorable!” Willie proclaimed. “I know I would super appreciate it if a guy learned another language for me.”

“Even if it’s just to flirt?” Alex countered. “Because I can learn conversational Japanese if you want. Though you’d have an easier time learning German.”

“Anyways…” Reggie drawled before those two started at it again. But before he could continue that thought, they all heard the door to Julie’s house open, meaning she was headed this way for band practice.

“You got this Romeo,” Luke said, clapping on the back.

“Romeo was Italian,” Alex piped up.

“Zorro?”

“Close enough.”

With that they high tailed it out, greeting Julie, claiming they were going on a snack run. Despite the fact that Ray always kept the garage well stocked.

She shook her head as she entered the garage-she would never get these guys. But then she noticed Reggie, fiddling with the ends of his flannel, an almost queasy smile on his face. “Hey Reg.”

“Hola,” he replied. “¿Dónde están tus alas?”

“My what?” Julie asked with a giggle and Reggie hoped his pronunciation wasn’t as horrendous as he thought it was.

“Alas,” he repeated. “Porque eres un ángel.”

“Gracias,” she replied, a tiny blush painting her cheeks. “I didn’t know you spoke Spanish.”

“I’m still learning,” he stated. “I didn’t butcher it too badly did I?”

“It still has a pulse,” Julie said. “Can I ask why you decided to learn Spanish? I could have taught you.”

“I wanted to surprise you,” Reggie murmured.

“Well it’s a lovely surprise,” Julie said, looping her arms around his neck. “Though you need to work on rolling your R’s.”

“I can do that,” Reggie replied swaying them back and forth. “Rrrrrobot. Rrrrrribbit. Rrrrrreggie.”

Julie giggled, nuzzling their noses together. “Me das dolor de cabeza, mi lindo.”

“That means you think I’m cute right?” Reggie asked, his smile almost blinding.

“Si,” Julie replied. “El más lindo.” Then pulled him in for a kiss that made Reggie forget every language he knew.

But it didn’t matter because that kiss was easy to understand-no translation needed.

[thesoftboiledegg]

The mall that I visited today has two streetwear stores. One is the "trashy" store with bootleg hoodies. The other is the "bougie" store that has bootleg merchandise everywhere, but it also sells suits, ties, cufflinks and high-end dudebro merchandise for guys who think they're in their Joker arc.

Forget about Rick Sanchez smoking weed: the trashy store had a whole wall of cartoon characters smoking weed.

I've posted the first design before, but the show's name appearing twice on one shirt is new. When you watch Rick and Morty, you've gotta let the world know about it!

Morty smoking the fattest blunt I've ever seen. (Pretty sure that was originally a beer can.)

Anyway, I'd walked past the bougie store before but never entered, thinking that I wouldn't find anything. But how could I question whether a store full of Joker shirts would have Rick and Morty merchandise for Rick and Morty bros?

These shirts almost look official, but the designs are juuuust a little off (like the font on the first one), suggesting that they're also bootleg merchandise. But no one tells guys in their Joker arc what to do!

I doubted Spencer's because I didn't find anything new at their other location last week--but as usual, Spencer's proved me wrong. And this merchandise was a little odd.

Tumblers for Tumblr!

I've posted the front of this chain wallet before, but I checked out the artwork on the back this time. The artist did a great job.

Socks! Peace among worlds!

This is where it got a little strange. Squanchy merchandise is rare to begin with, but...realistic Squanchy? That's pretty out there.

This one in particular threw me. I was like "...wait, is that Rick?" I had to study it for a couple of minutes. No idea who else is on this pin besides Morty. (Maybe Mr. Meeseeks on the left?)

I prefer cute merchandise, but nothing wrong with trying something different. Also, it's nice when Adult Swim gives artists exposure instead of reusing those season one graphics yet again.

This one was also strange:

I feel like unique merchandise like this is worth your money more than the items with generic promo images. They're collectors' items!

Still, I wish they'd branch out more and hire artists from "our" side of the fandom. Who wants a shirt with Rick wearing a maid dress on it? I do! 🙋‍♀️

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For muns with multiple muses, past and present, on any blog.

Rules: Fill out the form according to which muse suits each title best. (The same muse can have multiple titles.) Repost and tag. Feel free to add more!

Favorite Muse: It's a tie between Rick and Morty, even if my Evil duo is a close second x3

Most Character Development: Uuuuh, Evil Rick (mostly on Discord and inside my head xD) and Bill, I think

Trash Muse: Most of them are, omg xD It's easier to say who is (usually) NOT trash: Evil Rick, Evil Morty (even if he has his moments) and B-001 (but he has his moments too xD)

The Meme-Lord: Blitzo (lots of horse memes there xD) and Summer

Most Likely to Start a War: Rick, Morty, AR, Bill (these four actually have already at least once), maybe Blitzo?

Worst Personality: Bill for sure, and Evil Rick (even if for very different reasons xD)

Best Singer: Millie, AR, Adrien

Most Attractive Muse: Depends if we are counting charm and charisma too. I do, 'cause they influence how attractive a person is. So: Rick, AR, Adrien (the guy is a model, duh), Millie (and Evil Rick if he wasn't creepy and scary af)

Biggest Heart: Mabel and Adrien, no doubts!

Falls in Love Quickest: Mabel develops crushes very easily, and so does Morty. But actually falling in love? None of them is quick at doing it

Most Likely to Drop Their Phone in the Toilet: Summer, for the mere reason that she is constantly on her phone

Ice Ruler: Evil Rick and Evil Morty

The Edgelord: Bill. He's a literal nightmare xD

Most Tragic Backstory: Another tie here between a few muses. Rick, Evil Rick, Evil Morty, AR, Stan, Jinx, maybe Mercenary Rick too?

Best Case of Puberty: Adrien, for sure. But I think that Summer and Mabel will turn out pretty good-looking too x3

Most Awkward: Morty xD

Busy Bee: Adrien (since he has a really full life, between school, modelling, being Cat Noir) and AR

Most Clueless: it would depend on the subject. I guess it could be Jinx and Mabel? But also Bill, in a sense

Most Likely to Forget Their Wallet at Home: Blitzo (and he doesn't totally on purpose most of the times xD) and AR (not on purpose)

Best Dressed: Blitzo (that suit he has rocks) and Evil Morty

Biggest Flirt: Rick first and foremost, then AR and Blitzo

Most Dramatic: Probably Bill? xD Or Blitzo for this one too

Least Likely to Show Up Late: Evil Morty and Millie

One with Weirdest Habit: Evil Rick (let's not get into his "hobbies")

Most Likely to Be Caught at the Gym: Uuuh, I have no idea actually? I like to think that Stan starts to work out once he and Ford leaves for their adventures (out of necessity), but not at a gym. Adrien takes fencing classes, so he's a candidate too? Otherwise, Millie and Mercenary Rick train themselves regularly, but again probably not in a gym xD

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[romantic-reveries]

Today was fucking insane.

I’m not quite a month into work yet (two days out), and a manager was there training me in sales Saturday and today.

Then today, my boss just decided to throw me in the deep end. The manager, Rick, had set me up to key in a fake sale (which we also did Saturday), to help me get more comfortable and familiar. I literally didn’t even have time to start it when he strolls over and says, “okay, you’re up,” and gestures to some customers who just came in.

Fear floods me and I gape. “You’re joking,” because he has joked with me like that. “Nope,” He tells me. He says my boss thinks I’m ready. Boss says “what better way to learn than by just doing it?”

And so I greet a middle-aged man, woman and younger girl. They’re immediately lovely. The interpersonal stuff isn’t so much an issue. They seem to know exactly what they want.

And I’m so flustered and frantic that I keep messing up on pricing, and forgetting things. I don’t know what I’m doing. I’ve retained some things, sure, but for the most part, I feel like I’m flying blind. There’s so much to remember. So many details.

You have to talk to them and find out what they’re looking for, okay, easy enough. Then price it. And you gotta go into different price books or programs for prices and use pricing metrics to find the retail price and then discount it based on the price which I STILL don’t know how to do, and then close the sale while also trying to add onto it, then key in the sale and figure out whether the items are in stock or if you have to back order and also talk about warranty (which I don’t know much about, price wise) and calculate delivery price which (AGAIN) I still don’t know how to do, and print the invoice and remember info about the customer and remember to follow up with them and send a thank you card and just AHHHHHHH FUCK.

And like, I think I could be good at this, truly. But it’s also SO fucking overwhelming and I feel so ill-equipped. Like selling a bedroom suit today—I don’t know how to tell the difference between sizes in our SKU numbers. Rick was supposed to go over it with me but we didn’t have time. And then he isn’t coming back for more training with me, which is wild. They’ve trained me for two days and said “good luck”? And my coworkers will still be there to help, but that’s not the point.

I made the sale, and the people were really lovely. The fianceé and her daughter had left while the man was negotiating (haggling) and they literally came back in when it was all said and done to hug me. They were so incredibly sweet.

And Rick and my boss and my coworker were all praising me and saying how I just had it, and I’m natural at it, and I guess to an extent—I like people. I’m naturally friendly and warm and curious. I care. I’m not a bullshitter. But the technical bits are so new still, and throwing me in it like that was so nervewracking hahaha

But also, I did make a sale. Even if Rick helped me through a lot of it. And I make commission on that. And my base pay will also probably bump up now. I can do this. I think I can really excel at this. I just can’t let myself get too stressed and psyched.

But I hate it, because I’m already dreading going back to work. I don’t want to do that again. Hahaha I hate that it’s a learning curve. I wish I could transport to six or eight months from now and already be mostly confident and comfortable at this.

I don’t know how they were all saying I was doing so well. I felt like a train wreck. Sure, maybe I was talking to people well. Talking to people is easy, mostly. It’s not hard to be nice and friendly and helpful. It’s all the other stuff I’m struggling with, and selling involves more than just being nice and friendly and helpful. I’m not sure what they’re seeing that I’m not.

Maybe I’m just exhausted. It was a long day.

[juliewooly]

ESTATE RACE {episode one}

call transcript:

Derick: I’m working but I got a sec, what’s going on, old man?

Andre: *sighs*

Andre: Had what you could barely call a conversation with Carolyn today.

Andre, off camera:

You know the butler is right there, right?

Carolyn, sing-songing:

His name is Francis~

Andre:

Well Francis was trained by Joël Robuchon

Carolyn:

Mhm~

Andre:

*sighs*

-

Andre: You should’ve seen it. Poor Frank was pacing around practically begging for something to do and here Carolyn was

Derick: …was it good?

Andre: *grumbles*

Derick: Before I forget, you find out about those new… wardrobe staples of hers? The wife keeps bringing it up

Andre: Don’t get me started!

-

Andre:

Hey!~ Do you remember that Sentate piece I bought you?

Carolyn:

The black one?

Andre:

What, is it the color? Is that why you stopped wearing it?

Carolyn:

If I did, would that be a bad thing?

Andre, insolently:

No. I didn’t say that.

Carolyn:

…

-

Andre: I’ve never seen someone her age go through a midlife crisis. It’s uncouth

Derick: She’s definitely very loud lately, and it has nothing to do with that laugh of hers

Andre: She’s even stopped going to her hairstylist!

Derick: Really??

-

Andre:

…

Andre:

That body wave er—old Hollywood wave hairstyle that you had…

Carolyn:

Mhm?

Andre:

It suited you well

Carolyn:

Actually, every time I requested it, Shannon would tell me it didn’t suit my face shape. But I insisted!

Andre:

…

-

Andre: Can you believe she said that? And why is she only mentioning that to me now?

Derick: Maybe she’s trying to strengthen her fashion muscles on her own?

Andre: She’s in her fifties, Rick. And while I was having that infuriating conversation, Whitney was prancing around the house vloging and taking selfies. As if her fans need to hear from her at every second

Derick: I can’t even begin to understand this socia media stuff. I’ll walk in while Sage is live-streaming and she’s just sitting her chair talking to a screen. By the way, her viewers go wild every time I walk in, HAHA!

Andre: They what? How do you know?

Derick: Oh I’ve GOT to send you this. They make Me-mies of me and I have a screen capture of them chanting my name after I walked in. Showing up on her streams made some of my old movies trend on Simflix!

Andre: I… didn’t understand most of that… and I only seem to trend in a negative way on social media…

Derick: Speaking of Sage, how is Cleo? I thought I’d see her more now that her and Sage are working together on that show

Andre: She’s working hard, studying her character and the skills her character has

(my dumbass forgot to take a screenshot of her reading the skill book 🤦🏾‍♀️)

Derick: Our baby girls!

Andre: Isn’t it great? I’m so glad she didn’t stick to modeling. Every time she walked the runway our stocks plummeted

Derick: And I’m glad Sage’s streaming led her to the family trade! I was skeptical at first but I trust my girl. She clearly knows what she’s doing

Andre: I wish I could confidently say the same about Cleo…

Derick: She seems like she’s doing great!

Andre: She tends to stumble. She’s a stumbler

Derick: You know who isn’t? Alena! That girl is whip-smart

Andre: Ah… Lena…

Andre: Whipsmart but headstrong

Derick: You always say that

Andre: Because it’s true! And she’s too cocky for her own good, so sure she’s a shoe in for succession

Derick: I mean… I would say she is. If what you say about Cleo and Whitney is true

Andre: You only think that because you don’t live with her. She’s such a loner. I said one thing and now she doesn’t bring anyone home

Derick: I have to say, what you did say was a little out of line

Andre: What? It’s just more trouble than it’s worth to be so…

Derick: Confident in her identity?

Andre:…

Andre: That’s not what I said

Derick: Thats how it comes off— Huh? Ah shit. That’s Jimmy, I gotta run Andy

Andre: How is it being in my world? Haha!

Derick: Now, acting isn’t a walk in the park like people think it is! But this… it’s… new. I’m coming! I’m coming. See-ya Andy

Andre: Have fun, Rick

[incomplete-misplaced]

Time will heal it

They say it gets better

They say the wound will heal

And that the pain will subside

But every year when the time gets closer to that day

I can feel the pain

The empty space

…

Your bed have been removed…

Your clothes…

Your belongings…

Your smell faded off your spot…

And your memory grew stronger…

A smile…

A laugh…

Chitchats that were never important…

Now all mean so much…

The feeling of missing you grows numb…

But painful…

When you miss someone…

You look into ways to see them…

Meet them…

Talk to them…

But where can I find a way to see you…

Where can I go to feel you…

How deep do I need to sink to smell you…

Hug you?…

I miss you…

Your existence itself has left this world and all I ever look at is dirt and stones…

And sometimes I feel like no matter how much I cry over the dirt and sand…

You never hear me…

Or the fact that I can’t hear ur reply and I wait and I imagine what would u say…

All of that is cause ur not here to do so…

So I squeeze my hands tight and i shut my eyes hoping I never forget the way you talk the way you walk the way you smile the way you laugh…

Your jokes your pranks…

How you wake up with puffy eyes and still in the mood to poke…

How I never won in a match against you yet…

How u always had a funny way of telling children stories…

How you were so good in mimicking sounds and voices…

But most importantly…

How you never let me down…

How you always rushed over when I needed…

how u listened to even the tiniest problems i had…

… how I miss you so bad…

Bro…

Ali…

I miss you.

Did u know…

God of war have two new seasons…

We have playstation 5 now…

Game of thrones ended…

The walking dead have a season where rick returned…

The neighborhood kid grew taller than me…

You childhood friend got married…

Mahmood got married…

Bro… I got married…

And you are not in any of my pictures…

I wanted you to be there with my brothers in a suit…

I wanted you to smile and make fun of the fact that am not fit to be a housewife…

I wanted you to make jokes about how I would cook noodles everyday…

I wanted you to do your usual by ruining every cake you see…

I wanted you to make funny faces and ruin every picture I take…

And I wanted to attend your wedding too…

I wanted to be happy to see your children…

You would’ve been a great dad…

And a great uncle…

Noah is 11 now…

Shahad, and Shaima’a don’t remember you anymore… and baby Ali doesn’t know you…

Ali…….

[dilucsflame33]

Donnie's Birthday Special! (Pt. 1)

Hello, everyone! This is my first ever fanfic on Tumblr, so I hope you all like it! Since today is my birthday and Donnie's on the 22nd, I decided to make a birthday fanfic for Donnie with my OC!

I'm writing this in parts because I don't know the limit for posts on here, so just to warn you all this story is long. 😂

If any of you wanna be tagged, tell me and I will add you to my future posts!

Anyways, here's your Donatello's Mocha Cocktail!

Aurora was stressed. Beyond stressed and guilty.

Today was Donnie's birthday and she has completely forgotten about it; so caught up with work that she had forgotten the most important day for her man. Mikey called her, asking about what her plans were for her beloved's birthday. 

"I thought it was tomorrow!" She claimed, British accent at full volume, as she quickly placed the business papers in an organized form. She's a vice manager and assistant for Lily's clothing company that used to run by her mother. After Lily's mother went to jail for her crimes, Lily was now the new store owner of the most popular clothing brand in New York City: Lily's Boutique. 

Tabitha was no longer working at Rick's Cabaret and worked for Lily as the consultant on three floors. There's six floors in total and extra four floors for privacy reasons.

Serenity has now finished her college courses in fashion design and she runs in the back, making sure the quality of said clothing was worth its value. 

Lily was no longer living in the mansion suite apartment with her mother. She asked constructionists to make an extra four floors to her new improved boutique; the building now has four women living with their husbands peacefully. 

Well, Aurora was not feeling the peace at the moment.

"Dang, girl, you're just like Donnie. He completely forgot today was his birthday! How can you forget the day you were born?" Mikey exaggerates through the phone's speaker as the strawberry blonde woman was scrounging around her and Donnie's shared closet. Aurora was lucky enough to buy Donnie something beforehand. She planned ahead just in case she ends up forgetting due to her workload.

At least I have that going for me, she thought as she pulled out the gift wrapped in purple paper. It was hard finding something for someone who literally has every tool in the whole world. But, luckily for her, his metal grinder burned out on him. He investigated it, the fuse burned and had to either replace the fuse or find another grinder. He couldn't find both in the junkyard or in any dumpster. He even thought about building one, but Aurora talked him out of it due to putting too much workload on himself. Now he was not able to finish some of his work.

Well, not until today. 

Wifey coming to the rescue!

But the grinder wasn't the only gift Donnie will be receiving. 

With a shuddered sigh, she went towards the very back of the closet and found a white box that had Donnie's other gift. Her and Donnie's haven't been intimate in weeks due to their work schedule. Aurora getting ready for the soon Black Friday sales while Donnie working on inventions for their coming up missions. 

And tonight was the night that streak would end.

"We are both workaholics, Mikey. It wasn't our intention to forget, I promise." Aurora said as she took hold of the purple wrapped gift, keys, and started heading out of the apartment suite. "I'm heading to the sewers now. Just hang in there."

"No problemo, Mrs. Einstein. Donnie will not be bored when Mikey's around!" She laughed at his antics and said her goodbyes, hanging up and placing her phone in her pocket.

Aurora shook her head as she pressed the button to the elevator, down the main floor and into the back of the store. When she opened the back door, there's nothing but a very high protected fence. She shut the door behind her as she walked down a few steps and there she stood, the cover that leads to the sewers. Lily planned everything out when she made the renovations to her boutique. She wants to be close to her work place while Leo will be close to the sewers, where his father lives.

All of them want to be close to the sewers, especially Donnie and Leo. It's hard for Donnie to move his electrical stuff towards the new apartment, so it's just best to leave everything there and have the lair as their secret base and family get-together spot. 

Now everyone's happy with the way things turned out.

Hopefully Donnie wouldn't mind the second gift she prepared for him. Whatever he wants, he gets. 

She just hopes he has the mental capacity to handle the surprise.  

When Aurora arrived at the lair, cheers and laughter was all she heard. The woman can't help but smile as she saw her beloved talking to his brothers with a smile. Those hazel eyes gleamed as Mikey made a joke and Donnie couldn't help but laugh, making him do his little snorts. 

The woman can't help but admire him. She remembers Donnie all shy and not really wanting to speak to her at the time. She really couldn't blame him, considering where she used to work at the time. But things have changed and so does one's thought process. 

Never in her life had she ever been this lucky.

Donnie could feel eyes on him and he looked towards the entrance, his eyes gleamed even more when he saw her. He spoke to his brothers for a second and started heading towards her way. 

Aurora can't help but to laugh at his eager jog as she quickly placed down his gift and wrapped her arms around his neck when he picked her up and spun them both. 

No matter how old they are and far in the marriage, Donnie still greets her the way he used to back when they were only a couple. And her heart melted at that.

Donnie held her like she was his life line: his snout buried in her neck and brunette hair, hands taking hold of her waist and back as her legs wrapped around his hips. 

He let out a content sigh as he looked into her brown eyes with a warm smile. "Mon chéri, I'm glad you made it." French for 'my dear' left his lips almost breathlessly.

"I will never miss my husband's special day." She says as he placed her down on her two feet. "Let's enjoy ourselves, shall we?" 

Minutes become hours as Donnie's birthday bash lit up the lair. After some party games and eating pizza, it was now time for presents. Lily leaned against Leo on the couch as he had his arm around her, Tabitha on Raph's lap, and Serenity laying against Mikey's chest on the floor. Splinter sat on one of the arm chairs. Even at his old age, he's still thriving like usual. The rat was at peace knowing his son's are living their life with the ones they love.

Aurora sat next to Donnie as he took hold of a purple bag with white tissue paper. He opened it and laughed out loud. There's a coffee mug that says, "There's a difference between book smarts and common sense."

Serenity smiled. "I saw the mug and thought of you. The other ones are either women mugs, so I don't think you would like to have pink."

Mikey was about to say something before Serenity stopped him, "And no, honey, Donnie will not like that kitty mug with the ears. It will poke his eyes out!"

"He's already blind as is! Don't wanna make it worse." Tabitha snickered, her Southern accent was known as soon as she spoke. 

Donnie laid his head back against the couch as he tried to hold in his laugh. "I'm glad to know that I am half blind by my family, even though I've been like this for twenty-four years!" 

Everyone laughed as Splinter shook his head with a chuckle. 

Donnie thanked Serenity and Mikey for the gift and went to the next one. This one was a card in a purple envelope with a beautiful white ribbon, to seal it was a wax seal. "Geez, that envelope is too pretty to be opened."

"I hope I didn't go overboard." Lily says as she moves her pale, white hair behind her ear. "I thought the envelope was too plain, so I decorated it. I hope it's okay!"

"N-No! I love it, really! I'm just surprised how pretty it is!" The purple clad turtle exclaimed, trying to make the Japanese woman feel better. The said woman sighed in relief, the poor woman never done anything like this so it was to be expected. Leo kissed Lily's forehead and she soon melted into his touch.

Donnie carefully untied the string and the wax seal, then gasped as he took out the card inside. "Holy cow, a gift card to Piccola Cucina!" 

The others looked confused except for Lily, Aurora and Donnie. "It's a gift card to an Italian restaurant." 

A chorus of "oh"s filled the living room as Donnie shook his head. "You guys don't know delicious food." 

"It's called 'expensive'." Raph says as Tabitha shook her head. "It's not that we don't know, we just can't afford it." 

Lily looked towards Tabitha. "Am I not paying you enough?" Leo looked at Raphael with warning.

"Oh, Raphael, don't say stuff like that! Now you made Lily think I'm not getting paid enough." Tabitha playfully hit Raph's chest as she looked towards her boss and best friend. "You're fine, sweetheart. Don't listen to Raph, he's saying that to cover up his lack of knowledge of certain restaurants." 

Lily sighed in relief once again. "I don't understand Americans." She says in Japanese as Leo laughed out loud. The woman's innocence will be the death of her. Good thing Leo was there to protect her, even though she could defend herself. He failed once, and he won't do it again.

"Anyways, thank you Lily and Leo!" Donnie says as he placed the card back in the envelope. "So, who's next?"

Donnie's Birthday Special! (Pt. 2)

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[a-reader-and-a-writer]

Some people think that a movie can’t change your life. I say it can and, sometimes, not how you would expect.

Exactly one year ago today, a movie was released that changed my life in immeasurable ways. To most people, it was just another of the countless superhero movies that had been released over the last 20 years or so. And at the time, I thought so too. As entertaining, funny, and surprisingly heartfelt as it was, The Suicide Squad probably would have soon faded from the forefront of my mind except for one thing: Colonel Rick Flag.

Having just seen the original Suicide Squad for the first time the night before, I had pretty much written him off in my mind as a character. Yet from the moment he stepped onto the screen in that black tact suit and charming smile, I was smitten. And every scene with him just made my love for the character grow. Until…..

At the time, it was still in the middle of lockdown so I had watched the movie in my living room alone instead of seeing it in theaters with friends like I normally would. But I wanted so badly to talk to others about the film and to get more Rick content that I knew was never going to come. So, I did something I had never done before. I went looking for fanfics. Before that moment, I had never given reading fanfic a chance. Instead, I was usually content with just making up my own stories with canon characters in my head (the irony of which is not lost on me).  But I needed more than that this time, so I ventured into the hellscape known as tumblr. And I have never looked back.

Soon I was devouring fics, drabbles, HCs, anything I could get my hands on for this movie. Then, I quickly expanded my search to other characters, other movies, other fandoms. But Rick never left my mind. And about a month later, I got the idea for my first fic (which would eventually become Bleeding Heart (Part One)). It wasn’t the first fic I wrote out nor the first fic I posted. Yet it was the one that sparked the fire in me to actually give this a try myself. And I am so glad I did.

One fic turned into two which turned into five which turned into countless more. And while there were many characters I was writing for, Rick always remained a constant. And writing for Rick soon led me to the biggest change of all. It led me to those who I now consider some of the most important people in my life. People who love me flaws and all. People who are there for me on my bad days just as much as they are there for me on my good days. People who I sadly don’t know if I will ever get to meet in person, but who mean more to me than some people I have known irl for years. I have grown as a person, as a writer, and as a friend because of these people and I can never accurately thank them or tell them what they mean to me, though I will never stop trying.

My life changed forever exactly one year ago today all because of a movie. A stupid, gory, hilarious, heartfelt comic book movie with a man in a yellow bunny t-shirt and a cowboy hat. And I will never forget it.

[starlessea]

Here Comes the Sun: XXI. When You Were Young (Daryl Dixon/Reader)

Series Masterlist: Here Comes the Sun

Summary: Daryl Dixon scares the hell out of you climbing out of that damn creek. It takes hauling his ass halfway across Georgia and taking a bullet for him to realise that you're not half bad. He slowly starts to come around, despite grumbling about how much he doesn't like your singing, or that you can't use a gun for shit - and don't get him started on that ugly yellow tent of yours. It takes him a while before he starts to see for himself that he's found a best friend for life, and that he doesn't actually mind the colour yellow that much, after all.

Words: 5907

Chapter Warnings: Language, Insecurities.

You snapped the book shut and looked up at your class, who stared back at you in complete awe. You laughed, taking in their expressions. The first time you had read this novel, your face looked something similar to how theirs did now. You couldn't help but let out a little laugh, uncrossing your legs and standing up from your seat. Immediately, they started to chatter amongst themselves about the ending, and the volume rose as their voices ricocheted off the walls of the small classroom. 

In the last couple of months that had passed since the takeover of Woodberry, the prison had been completely transformed. It was barely recognisable from how you'd first found it. The cells each had a bed, and now resembled actual rooms. The field had been tilled and converted into farmland courtesy of the Greenes, and you even kept livestock in wooden pens. Best of all, Rick and the others had set up a classroom for you to teach the children. You could remember it like it was yesterday. It had certainly been a well-kept secret, and almost everybody had known about it but you. 

Daryl and his team had scavenged some desks and school supplies, as well as an old blackboard that reminded you of the one you had first written your name on. They'd even brought back a wooden bookshelf - which they had to tie to the roof of one of the vehicles just to get it home. Over the course of the next few weeks, it began to collect books, filling up more and more each day.

Your first assignment had been for your students to create a poster on any book of their choice - and as a result, they also filled the white space of the walls. Before long, the former guards’ office resembled an actual classroom, brimming with colour and, surprisingly, children eager to learn.

"Okay, everyone!" You called out, clapping your hands to get their attention. "Now that we've finished this book, I want you all to write your own short story in response to it."

The group started to murmer amongst themselves again, and you yelled out over the chatter.

"It can be a sequel, or even something different inspired by it." You explained, your voice getting lost in the crowd. "Be as creative as you can." 

It was a real learning curve getting used to teaching younger students. Though, it was a lot more rewarding than you thought it would be. You remembered teaching Carl briefly at the Greene farm, which felt like a lifetime ago now. You never expected for your class to grow to the size that it was.

"I'm looking forward to reading them all tonight before bed." You added, once they had settled down enough to do so.

It was a tradition for you to do all of your marking in the evening. It filled up your time and kept you occupied until Daryl returned. He'd been going on a lot more runs recently, and it made you worry less when you had something to take your mind off it.

"Any questions?" You asked, and saw a flurry of hands go up in response.

"Teacher!" A young girl called, waving her arm to get your attention.

You smiled almost unknowingly. If adults had even half the enthusiasm of children, then maybe a lot more would get done around here.

"Yes?" You answered, and nodded in her direction.

The legs of her chair lifted a few inches off the ground as she swung back a little, and you fought every teacher-urge inside of you that said to pull her up on it.

"Is Mr. Dixon going to read them with you?" She giggled, and suddenly you forgot about the chair.

You couldn't contain the snort that left your mouth from the name 'Mr. Dixon.' You'd have to tell him about it later.

"I meant questions about the work." You chided gently, but the smile on your face told another story. "Though, he might. So make them interesting." 

Once again, you were unable to control the class as they got rowdy, and you just shook your head.

"You don't want him to fall asleep when I read them to him, do you?" You added, as you started to hand out the paper.

The children spent the next hour or so furiously scribbling out their stories in messy handwriting that you'd be tasked with deciphering later. Daryl had been gone for a few days on a run, but he was due back at some point today. Though, you wouldn't put it past him to conveniently arrive home late, to get out of marking duty with you.

When the time came to dismiss your class, you were given a lot of hugs and waves from everybody as they left. Perhaps it wasn't the most professional, but nothing really was these days. You were lucky to even still have a profession given the circumstances. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed a figure looming in the entranceway, holding the door open for the children as they left the classroom. It was Carol, and she gave you a warm smile when she caught your eye. You beckoned her in after everyone else was gone, and she made her way shyly towards you with her arms behind her back.

The two of you had grown even closer over the last few months - all of you had. Though, you and Carol got along like a house on fire. She had the most brilliant sense of humor tucked away, and you were often lucky enough to get a glimpse of it when she felt mischievous. Daryl had given the pair of you the nickname 'dynamic duo' - and you thought that nothing could suit you both better.

"What are you doing here, Peletier?" You asked in a mock stern tone. "I don't remember giving you detention."

The woman smiled sheepishly at your teasing, before more confidently sitting down on your desk and stretching out her legs. From behind her back she brought out one hand, and placed a fresh, red apple over your paperwork. You laughed immediately, and so did she.

"I've always been a good student." She told you, with a grin. 

You hummed to yourself, unconvinced. You started to collect the loose sheets of paper from your students' tables, and the woman hopped off your own desk to help you. 

"I caught the end of your lesson. I hope you didn't mind me listening in." She admitted, and you shook your head in response. 

Normally, you got nervous if you were being observed. One time, Daryl dropped by to give you some supplies you'd asked for - and you'd gotten so red that the children made fun of you for the rest of the day. Yet, Carol's presence made you calm; she always was the one to have your back.

"They seem to really love you." The woman added, nonchalantly.

The compliment really did warm your heart. Even before the world ended, all you'd wanted was to gain the approval of your students. Except, that was the one thing that adults struggled to give.

"I just want to make it fun for them." You explained, picking up another hand-written story.

You could tell whose it was just by the handwriting. At this point, you'd gotten to know all of the children so well that they felt like part of your extended family; everyone in the prison did.

"I know they should be learning practical skills, too." You went on. "But I can't let them forget how to read and write."

You were mumbling to yourself, and barely noticed as Carol handed you the other half of the papers. You filed them all into a neat stack, and placed them onto your desk. Except, you now noticed a book sitting on it that hadn't been there before.

"I came to give you something." Carol said, pointing. "Well, to return something."

Your eyes widened as you read over the title. It was in pristine condition, with a shiny cover and an unbroken spine. 

"It's not the same copy." The woman explained. 

You could tell; it was much too neat to be the one you'd brought with you to Atlanta. That one had crinkled pages and a ripped cover even before you had leant it to Carol.

"I asked Daryl to keep an eye out for one on his travels." She admitted, and you perked up at the name. "Thought maybe you could read it to the kids one day."

You held the copy of The Little Prince in your hands, your eyes glancing over the delicate illustration of a young boy lost amongst the stars.

"Carol, you didn't have to do this-" you said quietly.

The woman cut you off before you could go on, nudging you gently with her shoulder.

"I did. I wanted to." She corrected, and you finally looked up to meet her eyes. "I'm sorry for what I did before." 

She said the words quietly, as though ashamed, and this time you were the one to elbow her back and shake your head. She gave a small smile.

"I liked the part with the fox." She told you. "Where he says that important things can only be seen with the heart, not the eyes."

You looked at Carol with a dumbfounded expression.

"I did read it, you know." She laughed.

So, the two of you did finally get to discuss the book together, just like you'd hoped to do all that time ago - back in the warm summer shade of the Greene farm.

When you spotted that mop of hair from across the courtyard, you knew instantly who it was. Well, the crossbow and that familiar leather jacket also gave him away. You started to run in his direction, before you spotted a group of your students and slowed down to an embarrassed jog. The man eyed you, and you could make out his taunting smirk even in the distance. 

It hadn't been that long since you'd last seen him, but your heart still ached to feel his arms around you. You never knew how lonely the nights could seem once you got used to sleeping besides someone you loved. 

You approached Daryl casually, feeling eyes on you. There were people working the fields, and others on the fences dispatching walkers. Even if they seemed busy, you weren't oblivious to their side-eye glances every now and then.

"Hey there, Stranger." You finally greeted the man. "Was starting to forget what your face looked like."

With the influx of survivors, Daryl had taken on even more responsibility than before. He was out for longer and home even less, but you knew it couldn't be any other way. You knew that - but it didn't stop you from resenting the fact.

"Too many damn mouths to feed." Daryl grumbled, pointing to the string of squirrels hanging from his belt. "These people are eatin' like kings." 

You laughed at that, thinking back to the last harsh winter where you'd all had to survive on some questionable meals, to say the least.

"Ah yes, the luxury of fresh squirrel." You teased, eyeing the dead animals strung up by their tails.

You made a face, and Daryl made one back.

"I'll give yers away if ya gonna keep bein' picky 'bout it." He warned, but it was much too light-hearted.

Still, you held your hands up in defence.

"Okay, okay." You replied, sending him a mischievous smirk. "I'm sorry."

The tension was thick between you, despite the banter. Even as dirty as he was, you wanted nothing more than to fall into the man and press a number of kisses to that face of his. Yet, you refrained. Maybe you could get him into the shower first, away from all these people as well.

"Just take a look at your hair, Dixon." You remarked, once you finally noticed it. "Are you growing it out for me? Because I said I had a thing for guys with long hair?"

It hung over his face, and he pushed the loose strands away from his eyes with the back of his hand. It suited him, but he was definitely in need of a good shampoo.

"Yer really pushin' yer luck today, aren't ya?" Daryl muttered, taking a step closer to you.

You couldn't hide the smile that had spread over your face. Even an exchange as simple as this left you beaming. There really was no one else who could make you laugh quite like Daryl Dixon.

"You've been gone for two days." You reasoned lightly, trying to hide the way it actually made you feel. "Am I not allowed to have missed you?"

He tended to tease you about it, so you tried not to make a big deal whenever he returned home. Yet, you failed every time. 

"What d'ya say?" Daryl asked, rubbing his ear.

He'd probably gotten mud stuck in there. It wouldn't surprise you - given how filthy he looked.

"I missed you." You repeated, begrudgingly.

Daryl narrowed his eyes, like he couldn't comprehend what you were saying in the slightest.

"Hmm?" He prompted, waiting for you to explain again.

You huffed and shook your head. You would be dragging him into the showers as soon as he got to the cell block.

"I miss-" you started, before the realisation kicked in.

You immediately slapped the man's chest with the back of your hand, and a smirk spread over his face.

"You're messing with me!" You yelled, and he shrugged his shoulders innocently - like he was completely oblivious.

You attempted to shove him again, but this time he caught your wrist and pulled you in close. Your chest hit his, and you felt the warmth you had been craving. You didn't care anymore about the curious stares, and it seemed that he didn't either. Daryl wrapped his arms around your waist, and you snaked your own over his neck to pull him down to you. 

Your noses touched, and you smiled against him. The two of you stayed like that for a few seconds, just taking in the sight of each other - and the feel. You could tell that you'd unintentionally gathered a bit of an audience. The new members of the community rarely got to see Daryl like this, so you often got quite a few looks whenever you were together - and a lot of follow-up questions when you were alone. You ran your fingers through the ends of his hair, that went all the way down to the base of his neck now.

"Well, if you're not going to let me cut it, the least you can do is let me braid it." You whispered, your face still close to his. 

You'd threatened it once before, but you were more adamant this time.

"Ya can fuck off." Daryl grumbled back, but somehow he managed to make it sound affectionate.

You laughed lightly, and finally gave him the shortest of kisses that only left him wanting more.

"I think the words you're looking for are 'I missed you, too'."

Daryl Dixon was a stubborn man. You'd realised it from the moment you met him. He was the type to stick to his guns, even if they weren't loaded. You'd seen him argue his way out of something even when he was wrong, and convince you of his viewpoint even when you were right. Daryl Dixon was stubborn - but he always cracked eventually when it came to you.

"Don' say nothin'." He snapped, and you bit your lip to hold back the laugh.

"I didn't say anything." You quipped, as naturally as you were able.

You plucked another daisy from out of the grass, and handed it to the child. She took it in her small fist, and threaded it through the man's hair - messily between the braids you'd given him.

"Yer face says it all." He grumbled, his own looking like thunder.

Daryl was sitting cross-legged on the ground, surrounded by a few of your younger students. They'd begged him to let them put flowers in his hair after eavesdropping on your earlier conversation, and you'd said yes before he could even reply. He was a stubborn man, but he was also a people pleaser.

"Mr. Dixon, what's your favourite flower?" Another girl asked politely, twiddling a bluebell stem between her fingers. "We'll see if we can find it."

You laughed, but quickly disguised it as a cough.

"Yes, Mr. Dixon." You chimed in. "What is it?"

If looks could kill, you'd be dead ten times over. Except, the man didn't look all that intimidating with stray daisies interwoven in his hair, and loose plaits that were in the midst of being braided by clumsy hands.

"Stop bein' a lil' shit." Daryl bit back.

Though, he immediately got punished for it.

"Teacher, he said a bad word!" One of the children exclaimed, pointing to Daryl like he was a shamed dog on the naughty step.

You took a deep breath, trying to keep your composure, and watched as the man did the same.

"Daryl Dixon, if you swear like that again we'll have to wash your mouth out with soap." You scolded, in your most teacher-like voice.

The children laughed their high-pitched laughs, and you could see a small fire burning behind the man's eyes.

"'M gonna murder ya in yer sleep." He mumbled below his breath.

You yanked on the strand of hair you were braiding, before half-heartedly apologising and claiming it to be an accident. Daryl flinched, and whipped his head around to glare at you.

"What the f-" he started, but you narrowed your eyes at him. "Frog." He finished, and you lost it.

You let out what was perhaps the most unattractive snort of your life, which was much too bold to be disguised as any sort of cough. You knew you'd pay hell for this later, but for now you just wanted to relish in the power. You had Daryl in the palm of your hand, his hair quite literally wrapped around your little finger. He turned to glance at you, but you tugged again - but more gently this time.

"Jus' watch what yer doin'." He reminded you, before muttering some more underneath his breath. "Are ya tryin' to scalp me?"

Somewhere in the midst of the exchange, Deputy Grimes has sauntered over with an expression equally as smug as the one you wore. He had Judith in his arms, resting over his hip, and looked down at Daryl with a grin as he approached. He was wordless, but when the two of you made eye contact it was hard to remain that way.

"Jus' don't." Daryl sighed, sounding completely defeated.

"I didn't say anything." The officer replied, and at this point you couldn't deny that there were tears in your eyes.

Daryl looked up at Rick and squinted from the sun. He shook his head.

"Yeah, yeah. Tha's what they all say."

Rick watched the exchange in amusement. It had been refreshing to see him so relaxed during the last few months. You thought that he really deserved a break - and it seemed that he was making the most of it by spending time with his children.

"What did you do this time?" The man asked Daryl.

He shrugged in response, before one of your students reminded him to keep still.

"Nothin'." He grunted, seeming to be at the end of his rope. "Dunno why 'm bein' tortured for feedin' the lot of ya."

The string of squirrels had been passed along to the cook before the children had all but seized Daryl and demanded that he played with them. You may have had some involvement in his kidnapping, but you were only a bystander, really.

"Quit complaining, you big baby." You reminded him, before tucking a flower behind his ear.

Daryl had a vacant stare, but it soon became a warm one when he noticed Judith making some gurgles and smiling in his direction. She had her arm outstretched towards him, and Rick lowered her down so that she could be closer to what she was reaching for. The baby smiled a gummy smile, and ever so gently patted Daryl's head - eyes wide at the array of colourful flowers there. The man stayed completely still and allowed her to do it, and you just watched. You wished you had Glenn's camera during moments like these.

Not long after, the officer said his goodbyes, and left with his daughter. She peeked over his shoulder at the two of you as they walked away, and it made your heart melt as you looked at her.

"She's so adorable." You said, to no one in particular. "I want one."

Daryl choked, and you smirked at him deviously.

"Just kidding." You admitted, as though you hadn't almost caused the man to have a heart attack.

Daryl spluttered again before standing up. Most of your students had left the two of you alone, having gotten bored during your chat with Rick. You watched as the man shook out his hair, letting the flower petals float to the ground like leaves from a tree. 

"Jesus Christ, woman." He muttered, looking in your direction. "Calm down, would ya?"

You smiled as you helped him untangle the braids.

"There's only so much a man can take in one day." He went on.

Before long, Daryl’s hair went back to looking just as messy as it had done before, and you once again prompted him that he needed a shower. So, the two of you headed back to the cell block, and you slipped your hand into his to also remind him of how much you'd missed him.

"You never did say which flower was your favourite." You said, once the thought came into your mind. 

You glanced over at the man as you walked, but he just gave a small shrug in response.

"Dunno." He said quietly. "Guess I like the yellow ones."

Despite wanting to spend the night alone with Daryl, cuddled up under blankets in your cell as you read him some imaginative hand-written stories, the two of you had been convinced otherwise. Usually, alcohol wasn't permitted inside the prison - something about productivity and sharing that you hadn't really paid much attention to. But, since a lot of people had just returned from a long run, an exception had been made so that you could celebrate. 

It was hardly anything, really. There was barely enough to go around to get you tipsy, let alone drunk, and there were only a dozen of you sitting around the campfire - taking swigs from your plastic cups. The spirits had been diluted to stretch it out a bit more, and you were reminded of being a teenager again, swapping out vodka for tap water so that your parents wouldn't notice. 

Even so, your body hadn't had alcohol in a while - not since the Jack Daniels you'd all polished off back at Hershel's farm. Already, your head felt fuzzy, and your laughs sounded giddier than you'd intended. You were all sitting on the ground, out in the field. It almost felt like that first night you'd cleared the prison - except so much had changed since then. Rather than tentatively holding Daryl's hand in the dark, when everyone else was asleep, you were now sat in between his legs as his arms held your waist. His chest was warm against your back, and you could feel it rise and fall regularly.

You could also smell the alcohol on his breath, but you didn't really mind. It was rare that Daryl did drink - even when it was available to him. You liked the fact that he could relax for once, since he always seemed to bear the burden of looking after everyone else.

"You two!" Tyreese shouted, catching your attention.

Across from you, the man sat beside his sister, Sasha. Vanessa was also next to them. Out of everyone here, you knew the three of them best. Admittedly, you hadn't got around to learning everyone else's names yet. 

You looked up, startled, and Daryl chuckled softly at the way you flinched in his arms. 

"How'd you meet?" The man asked, and offered a smile in your direction.

If there ever were such a packed question, it would have been that one. It was the type of question that required a whole book to answer - like one of the stories you'd set for your students to write. You glanced back at Daryl, only to find that he was already looking at you. He remained silent, so you raised an eyebrow at him before realising that you'd be the one answering.

"It was really romantic, actually." You spoke after a few seconds.

Everyone else's chatter had died down, and you suddenly felt very exposed as you became the centre of attention. Except, liquid courage always did work wonders where you were concerned. 

"The first time I met Daryl, he told me to fuck off and called me a mule." You announced, like you'd been waiting for the perfect moment to do so.

Your audience erupted with laughter, and you took in the looks of disbelief around the campfire - feeling satisfied with your choice of words. Except, it didn't last long. Daryl jabbed you in the ribs with his elbow, and you shot a glare back at him.

"Tha's not what happened." He argued, and everyone fell quiet once again to listen to what the man had to say.

It was rare that they got to see Daryl like this - letting loose and talking without being prompted to do so.

"Jus' fought off two walkers only to have some chick yelling at me, sayin gimme yer hand like the ghost of Christmas past or some shit." He explained, his voice more animated than you'd ever heard it. "Thought my time had come."

A few more chuckles could be heard in response, but Tyreese eventually spoke up.

"Can someone translate for them?" He asked, and it was then that you realised just how much detail you'd need to tell this story of yours.

So much had happened between you and Daryl that you'd need countless sheets of paper to recount it, unlimited words and a number of chapters. You leant back further into the man, deciding how to officially introduce it.

"Well, it all started with this yellow tent." You said, and the others listened.

You went on for a bit, taking sips of alcohol between your words. Everyone seemed enraptured by you, and it even seemed like Daryl was hearing the story for the first time, too. It felt strange to recount it in such a way, and it made you realise just how much had happened since the world had ended. 

You smiled as you finished, deciding to give one last summary to your captivated audience.

"So basically I pulled Daryl up from a cliff-face, then hauled his ass halfway across Georgia, before finally taking a bullet for him."

The alcohol had long since ran out, but everyone had stayed to hear the ending. Maybe you were oversharing, but spirits gave you loose lips - and you always did have a bad habit of running your mouth.

Tyreese started clapping slowly, before pointing at Daryl where he sat.

"You, brother, are one lucky man." He remarked with a smile.

You heard Daryl grumble something next to your ear, before addressing him back.

"She leaves out the part where she stuck 'er finger into my wound and sang outta tune next to me for three hours straight."

You bit your lip before finishing off what little was left of your drink.

"Minor details." You mumbled.

Some of the men you didn't know were murmuring amongst themselves beside you, but your head was too foggy to make out what they were saying. Perhaps Daryl could, since he had a scowl over his face. You didn't have time to question it, though, because Vanessa soon interjected with a laugh.

"So you're telling me that you now share a bed with the same guy who had walker ears around his neck when you first met him?" She teased, and you beamed back at her.

"Yeah-" you muttered, before sighing dramatically. "Sometimes I question my own judgement, too."

The walk back to your cell was more of a stumble, but no one had to know that. You and Daryl both made it there in one piece, so no further questions needed to be asked as to why you were missing a shoe, or who you'd tripped over along the way. It had seemed all fun and giggles, until you realised that it had been one-sided fun and entirely your own giggles.

Once you entered the room, you finally noticed how quiet Daryl had been. He toed his boots off wordlessly and threw his leather jacket into the corner. He knew how much that frustrated you, but he seemed too wrapped up in his own thoughts to care. 

You walked up to the man and snaked your arms around him from behind, so that your chest was pressed to his back. All day, you'd been craving for the two of you to just be alone - but now that you were, he seemed too agitated for his own good. You thought that you must have missed something, because Daryl definitely didn't seem like himself. 

You rubbed your palms along his chest slowly, but he stopped you with his own hand, and pulled away. He turned to face you, and you cocked your head to the side as you took in his expression. His eyes were narrowed, and he was chewing at his lip like he always did when he was confused. Eventually, he shook his head.

"Yer too good for me." He stated, like it was a fact. "'M a lucky man." He went on. "Why'd ya want someone who wore walker-"

"Whoa, slow down there." You cut him off. 

He was reciting all of the things that had been said over the campfire, you realised - except they'd all been playful jokes, and he knew that. The man sounded like a broken record, but you couldn't quite put your finger on what had made him break.

"Someone's had too much to drink." You reasoned, but raised an eyebrow as you did so.

You weren't convinced yourself, but you had no other explanation as to why he was blurting out the things that he was. Daryl was a big man, and the amount of alcohol he'd drank was nowhere near enough to get him drunk.

"'M fine." He confirmed, but you knew there was more going on. "Jus' the truth, s'all."

The man looked down at his feet as he spoke the words, and you sighed.

"We are not doing this again, Daryl." You warned, and took a step closer to him.

Ever since more people had been coming to the prison, Daryl had seemed to convince himself that there were plenty of better options available to you - all without consulting you about it, of course. It had gotten to the point where you'd snapped at him, almost a month back, and it had escalated into a fight. You understood where he'd been coming from - a few people had gotten a little too friendly with you on more than one occasion. But, you'd convinced him that you were right where you wanted to be, next to his side. 

You'd thought that had been the end of it, but something must have happened to bring it back to the surface.

"I see the way they all look at ya. Like they want ya." Daryl snarled, like he was seeing things that you couldn't. "They were talkin' 'bout it right in front of me."

And suddenly, it all made sense. The men you had noticed staring and mumbling had set Daryl off. You realised that he must have heard what they were saying - and that it must not have been good. Yet, part of you still felt frustrated that he had even listened to it. You'd spent the whole night recounting how you met the man, and how much he meant to you, only for your words to be completely unravelled by words of others that were insignificant.

"So?" You finally responded, more forcefully than you intended.

Daryl's head snapped up to look at you, and you met his eyes in return.

"I go through the same thing with you."

The man was silent for a few seconds, like he couldn't fully comprehend what you'd said.

"What?" He asked, and you shook your head.

"Just because you're blind to it, Dixon, doesn't mean that I am." You told him.

You placed your hands over his chest again, but this time he didn't shrug you off.

"They look up to you. You're a hero to a lot of these people." You explained, like you'd truly accepted the fact. 

You could feel the heat radiating off the man from underneath the tips of your fingers, and you took another step closer to him so that he could feel you, too.

"You don't think there's days that I hear women giggling about you? Talking about you like you're some knight in shining armour who rescued them from this world?" You said, chuckling a little as you did so.

At first, it had killed you to see. Every time you noticed someone staring at the man, or whispering about him when they thought you couldn't hear, it made your blood boil. But, after a while you became numb to it - mostly because Daryl never even spared them a second glance.

"It makes me feel pretty shitty, too." You admitted, as you let your fingers rest over the first button of his sleeveless shirt.

You looked upwards at him, and he gave you a small nod - so you started to unbutton it.

"But then I come back to our cell, and I'll see that you've left me flowers on our pillow." You went on, smiling in the direction of your mattress, where you had missed the man’s presence over the last few days. "Or I'll notice a new cassette tape in my walkman without you even saying anything."

You reached the last button, and shrugged the material over Daryl’s shoulders so that you could see his bare chest.

"And then I forget about all those other people." You confessed, and pressed your palm over his heart. "Because I'm reminded everyday that you're mine."

Daryl immediately placed his hand over the back of yours, and squeezed it gently. 

"I'm yours." He agreed, and this time leant down to give you a kiss of his own without being prompted.

It was soft, but you'd missed the feel of him - and it made you impatient. You could taste the alcohol on his lips, and so you broke away before you became too intoxicated by it.

You hooked your fingers around his belt loops and pulled his body closer to yours - so close that his bare chest was warm against you, and you could feel his heart pounding.

"Then show me." You said, and he did.

A/N: So every time I write a chapter of HCtS, I delete the notes for it from my masterplan - and I’m getting so emotional seeing it get smaller and smaller each week. We’re coming to the end and I can’t deal-

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SOMEONE thought I wouldn’t give my opinion that no one asked for for Stargirl Summer School Chapter 6? You thought wrong

Okay so there is SO much to talk about in this episode ohmygod:

Opening scene with Isaac and Yolanda was so creepy and straight away said this isn’t a regular episode, it’s fucked up and you should be scared because holy fuck the intensity? The tension between Yolanda and Isaac? The way you can feel how completely snapped Isaac is? Even the title card was dark and the music bringing dread. I love how they didn’t forget about the weather thing because even the town is grey with no sunshine in sight.

Beth and her father…sigh where to begin? I both hate and enjoy the very complicated dynamic with Beth and her parents because it seems like her father is the more sensitive between her mother and father and so when he stops for 5 seconds he can see just how upset she is and reminds her he loves her. Artemis is angry and chooses Beth to be her target because Beth’s family is ‘perfect’ and she won’t listen to Beth when she says otherwise, showing how much pain she’s in and looking for a scapegoat. Like baby your own parents told you they’re criminals but NOPE! it’s gotta be someone’s fault. The ‘perfect Beth Chapel’ really piqued my interest because yeah…from an outsiders perspective Beth is perfect. She’s super nice no matter what life has thrown, really intelligent based off of her gpa, pretty (because, anjelica is gorgeous c’mon now) and she now has a group of friends who she SEEMS close to who don’t make fun of her or ask her about her criminal parents so of course she’s ‘perfect’. Beth is being shown to be the ‘everything is fine and I’m absolutely happy no issues don’t ask me because there’s nothing wrong’ and that might have come from just being invisible for the longest of times at school. No one can bully you if there’s nothing to really bully you on.

The Cindy Mike misdirect has me conflicted because yay! Mike isn’t being inhibited by a fucking demon but also really? all that build up for him to be bait? It’s a little disappointing I’m not gonna lie. But okay I guess?

THE FIGHT SEQUENCE?! I DON’T HAVE THE WORDS IN ENGLISH AND I CAN’T USE VERNACULAR ON HERE BUT OHMYGOD GOD IT ATE DOWN. THE TRANSITIONS?! THE TENSION?! THE WAY YOU COULD SEE HOW DIFFERENT THE TEAMS WORK?! Baby JSA has months of experience working together and it shows in how when one falters the other steps up. When Rick saved Beth from the arrows, she helped him get an advantage over Artemis with her parents mugshots. When Yolanda was getting tired dodging Isaacs attacks, Courtney stepped up and knocked him off balance. Baby ISA has no experience working as a team and it’s very obvious, everyone is on their own and if Cindy didn’t have Eclipso they would have lost because they didn’t work as a team. They were each isolated and didn’t keep an eye on one another and that’s where the JSA has them beat.

I don’t know what to say about Eclipso except STAY AWAY FROM BETH AND YOLANDA YOU UGLY UNEMPLOYED BITCH. BITCH. I SAID IT TWICE.

Now, Beth and Rick?! Those are my peoples. Rick protecting Beth, Beth helping Rick get the jump on Artemis. Beth calling Rick when she needed to talk. Beth checking if Rick is fine during his fight with Artemis. Beth scanning Rick for injuries. What can I say? If you can’t see that Hournite works great as a team, you’re lying to yourself.

I wanted Beth to throw a punch as much as the next person but look at it like this; Courtney has her staff and gymnastics training, Yolanda has her suit and boxing experience, Rick has his hourglass. Everyone was using their strongest advantage. Imagine her punching Artemis, based off of how basically indestructible she seems, Beth would be in trouble. If she punched Isaac, how can she get close enough to do that without him blasting her? Let’s not even talk about her going against Cindy. Everyone used their greatest assets to the team in a fight that high stakes and her using her goggles and quick thinking is her best asset at this point. Mike got a lucky shot with Cindy, he couldn’t go head to head with her AND THATS FINE. Do I hope we get Beth physically fighting someone? Definitely. Would I call her useless for being the only person who knows how to work the goggles and using THAT to her advantage? Hell no. 

Overall, it was a really fun episode and I was thoroughly entertained throughout the 40+ minutes. I hope Beth and Yolanda murk Eclipso. Like get him for me girls.

[hournites]

Hands Off the Wheel

Hournite fluff ~ ❤️

~.~ 

When she gets there, Yolanda shoves his bag on the coffee table over to dump her own, giving Rick the boot on the sofa to make room for her. 

“Where’s Beth?” She reaches for the blanket throw, tossing it over her legs and pulls out her phone. 

“Library.” 

Yolanda glances up from her Instagram feed. 

Rick scowls, her unsaid words irritating him. “I’ll do it tomorrow.” 

“You said that yesterday.” 

“I know,” Rick bites out. “I mean it this time.” 

“You can’t hide this forever.”

“I can, actually.” 

Courtney walks in with the cookies from her mom. Yolanda picks a soft one from the corner while Rick scoops up five at once. 

“Are we talking about what I think we’re talking about?” 

“Yes,” Yolanda says at the same time Rick says, “No.” 

The girls share a look. 

Courtney teeters on the arm of the sofa, something she’d been scolded not to do five hundred times by Pat but has yet to listen. “We can help you if you want.” 

Rick stops eating cookies to lick at his chocolate-stained thumb. “How?” 

“Well…” Courtney crosses a leg over the other. “We can drop hints about it, warm her up to the idea…” 

Rick leans back against the sofa and closes his eyes with a soft groan. “You make it sound like it’s something she needs to be warmed up to.” 

“No!” Courtney backtracks when Yolanda lets out a little laugh. 

“No! That’s not what I mean!” 

“It’s what you said, Court.” 

Courtney throws a half-moist cookie at Yolanda, earning a high shriek in response as she wipes chocolate out of her hair. 

Rick lets out a weary sigh, palms still pressed over his eyes. “Maybe I’m overthinking this and it’s just something I’ll get rid of. I don’t need to tell Beth at all. We can forget it ever happened.” 

“Tell me what?” 

They all jump. 

“Jesus!” Rick yelps as his face warms. “How long have you been there?” 

Beth stands in the doorway next to Pat, Chuck perched on top of her coiffed hair. She slides her backpack down her arm to smile confusedly at her friends. “A few seconds?” She looks up at Pat. “My bike had a flat. Pat drove me in.” 

“A flat!?” Courtney exclaims. “Are you okay?” 

“She’s fine,” Pat says, heading into the kitchen for the source of the cookie scent, the plate between the teens empty with crumbs. 

Beth waves off her concern. “Yeah, I’m fine. What does Rick want to tell me?” 

Yolanda looks at Rick who looks at Courtney who looks back at Rick. 

“Um,” he says. 

“He likes your outfit?” Yolanda fills in. She gets up and leaves the awkward room. 

Beth doesn’t buy it, folding her arms over her blue striped blouse. “What’s so odd about that?” 

“Nothing,” Rick reassures her, wiping his sweaty hands against his jeans. “It’s um. Can I talk to you, outside? Alone?” 

Beth tilts her head at him. “...Why?” 

“Because I want to tell you that thing. That I need to tell you.” 

Courtney stares at them, fixated. 

“It’s nothing bad!” she blurts out when Beth catches her eye. 

Her shoulders relax and she agrees, walking back out with Rick. 

“Did I say something to bother you or something or maybe Chuck went out of line? Because obviously I’m missing something and everyone else knows and I get that I usually miss some stuff sometimes but this feels really weird and I’m sorry if I—” 

“I built you a car.” 

Beth blinks. “I beg your pardon?” 

Rick swallows. “A car. I fixed one up for you. I know you didn’t ask but you’ve been studying for your license and then I had a few parts and then a few weeks went by and suddenly I had a Dodge Challenger in my driveway...”

Her expressive eyes are round and wide, Rick can’t tell what she’s thinking when her mouth parts like that. He shifts his weight from one foot to another, trying not to panic. “Look, Beth, I know you didn’t ask for a car, certainly not from me, but it just sort of happened, so....”

The gears turned slowly in her head. “You built me. A car. From car parts. For me.” 

“...You don’t have to accept it. I can probably sell it off or something—”

Beth’s hands are in her afro, processing Rick’s words at last and shrieks. Rick startles, taking a step back.  “Are you kidding?” She cries. “You built me a car?!”

“I’m sorry!” 

“You’re sorry!?” Beth launches at him, hugging him hard enough for Rick to stumble backwards. “Don’t be sorry!” 

Rick wasn’t yet prepared to have her in his arms, but she’s squeezing so fiercely he can’t help but hug her just as tight. “So you’re not weirded out?”

Beth laughs and pulls away, staring out across the street before turning back. “I don’t know what to say!” She hits his arm excitedly. “Rick!! That’s crazy! You’re amazing! Why would you do that for me?”

“You’re the only one I ever really want to make things for,” he answers honestly. 

A huge grin breaks across her face and then she’s reaching up to hug him again. “What colour is it?”

Rick fights back his smirk. “Green for Dr. Mid-Nite? It matches your suit.”

“Riiiiick!” She squeals, jumping up and down in an exuberant happy dance and puts a hand to her face and sits down. “I need a second.”

Rick watches as she stares wide-eyed at her shoes, processing the information.

“It’s just a car.”

“It is not just a car and you know it! It’s a car!” She slaps her hands over her cheeks. “Oh my gosh!”

“Do you wanna see it?” 

“Yes!” 

They get ready to go. Courtney and Yolanda peek out the front window of the living room with a second batch of cookies, giving Rick very annoying, very knowing looks. 

Yolanda’s nose scrunches up with amusement when Beth runs out with her purse and straps herself into Rick’s passenger seat, honking on the horn to get Rick to pick up the pace and drive her to West Farms.

“Sounds like she’s pretty happy ‘bout that car,” she says. 

They toss his keys through the window. Rick twirls them around his hand with a half-hearted eye roll when Courtney starts making kissing noises at him. 

~.~ 

“You pushed the seat up!” Beth palms at the steering wheel as she gets a feel for the make, grinning from ear to ear. 

Rick watches with his chin propped up by his hand, elbow over the black horizontal stripes on the hood with an easy smile. “Course I did. You’re tiny.” 

He’s rewarded with a splutter behind the dashboard. “And it’s safe?” 

“Pat looked it over after I did.” 

She checks for herself anyway and Rick is proud of her for it, scanning the interior, exterior and engine with the X-Ray vision mode of her goggles.

They go for a test drive around the wide roads of the Farm Lands, Rick answering her questions as they pop up. She still needs to pass her final test for her licence next month, but he’s not worried about that. Beth had a round of anxiety behind the wheel when she first started learning, but with Rick and, surprisingly, Mike’s encouragement (definitely not Courtney’s), she managed to push through. Beth parks along the dirt stretch of Rick’s property and sighs like a dream.

“You were great. You looked comfortable.” 

Beth ducks her head with a timid smile at his praise. Her hands fall to her lap and she squeezes her fingers together over her navy blue flared pants. “I can’t believe you did this all by yourself.” 

Rick shrugs, somehow more embarrassed now than before trying to choke the words out on Courtney’s front porch. “It’s just a 2008. It’s not fancy.” 

All of the parts might’ve come from Zeek’s junkyard but Beth doesn’t seem to care how it was made by her reverence. “Yes, it is.” Her hand runs along the leather seat and rests it on the centre console. “It’s beautiful, Rick.” 

She laughs. It’s contagious and strings him along until her giddiness simmers down and looks at him some more with that appraising eye of hers. Rick wants to look out the window to diffuse the sudden heat when she does that. He can’t. He wants to suffer in it. 

“I think I’m in love.” 

Her smile is soft and light and as the sun sets orange outside behind her, Rick is compelled to agree.  

“Good. I’m glad you like it so much.” 

Beth bites her lip and nods. Her fingers start to tap, and Rick frowns at them, wondering why she’s picking up the tick she developed before she was at ease in the driver’s seat. 

“What?” he prods when Beth goes silent, concerned. “Beth?” 

“Yeah, um…” Beth looks out the window, at Rick’s house and his yellow Mustang a little further ahead. The expanse of field and the dusk horizon overhead. Beth meets his caring gaze. And the power in it pulls him forward unwittingly. Her intensity has him breathless. 

She takes his hand to squeeze. “I’m not talking about the car.” 

~.~ 

“Did it work?” Court cajoles when Rick comes back through the front. “Did Beth kiss you?” 

He blushes, moving past her to get his bag. 

“That’s not why I built it,” he complains for the hundredth time. 

“She kissed him,” Yolanda decides without even looking up from her phone, still snuggled into the spot she stole from him on the couch. “Beth just posted the relationship on Facebook.” 

Court sticks out her tongue and fake gags. “Beth still uses Facebook?” 

“Hey.” Rick swipes the final cookie from the counter as she continues with her theatrics. “Pat uses Facebook.”

Courtney groans. “That’s my point!” 

Rick walks out. “Later.” 

Yolanda sits up straight. “What? Where are you going?” 

“Well...Beth took the car to her house so....” Rick stops at the doorway, donning a stupid smirk as it properly sinks in. “I gotta drive my girlfriend’s bike home.” 

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DC Stargirl 2x12 Spoilers Let’s GO

Dr Mcnider is 100% in Beth's corner and knows she's ready. Loving this SO MUCH!!!

Chuck said "My kid, the new Dr. Midnite, the beacon of hope, ray of sunshine, only one to defeat Eclipso, smartest JSA member, is READY. Are your kids ready? 😎🦉

Oh no! Now Jennie has been poisoned and Eclipso's big point of making Courtney admit she hated him (linking it with her bio Dad) was to clip away at her light and hope. I hope Dr Mcnider doesn't die and destroy Beth's hope. But she's strong. They are all strong.

Dr Mcnider was comfortable in the suit I wonder if he's uncomfortable without it now😔

Someone could and should be wearing that second pair of goggles Dr Mcnider just took off. Oh wait maybe he still needs them as connection to his glasses? I dunno🤔

Beth deserves all this happiness with Chuck.🥰

Pat went DARK and it needed to happen with Rick’s uncle. If only that happened in s1. Child abusers deserve to suffer. Now can we get Rick out of that living arrangement? 

Yolanda is breaking my heart😢. It's all going on too long. She so lost in the pain. She’s not ready.

Is that guilt I see in Cindy's eye? She knows they need the full JSA to take down Eclipso so gonna get Yolanda back.

Could Dr Mcnider take in Rick and Jennie? (heck even Cindy?) Goes from having his daughter taken from him to having all the kids in need of parents as he stays in Blue Valley. Everyone needs to stop trying to push kids on Barbara and Pat and see Chuck! Half the time Pat forgets about Mike and until that is fixed he doesn’t need more kids. Chuck was a dad and JSA member. I want to stay and he’d be really cool father figure to the JSA kids without parents. 

Cindy with verse psychology to get Yolanda to come back

I'm glad Yolanda finally knows the truth about who sent out the photos.

Courtney stop listening to Cindy about getting in touch with your bedside and listen to Chuck. Light beats darkness! 🌟

Was that Shade's voice Barbara heard?🥺🥺🥺

I’m loving the Mike and Jakeem! I hope this becomes a permanent friendship not a one hit wonder. I really like Jakeem he’s so endearing. 🥰

Cindy was sucking up to Barbara. Her mommy issues coming out or just knows how to play the game? Or did Barbara make a good sandwich?🤔

I'm worried about Beth's dad staying late at work and Eclipso being there for a big showdown

Mike you could wash those dish so much faster! World in danger come on!

So who did Cindy call? There is only one member of the new ISA left and I don't think she's coming back. She wants to survive a horror movie she saw that night. But her parents will suit up if their daughter is in danger.

I’m worried Jennie saw exactly what Eclipso wanted her to see

Chuck letting Beth take the lead with Eclipso! Loving it.🦉

PLEASE let Chuck fix Beth’s goggles cause I’m tired of the static that cutes in and out🥽

Pat got Rick out jail and sent him to do some homework lol

Did no one tell Yolanda and Rick about Courtney's trip the Shadowlands and Shade’s death? I felt like that needed mentioning. 

NEXT WEEK:

The trailer looks cool with Courtney having Wildcat and Shiv by her side

I think light=love will save Courtney from Eclipso in the final and Yolanda will be apart it. That will convince her to rejoin the JSA for good or down the line. There is still good and good overcame evil. Court said it herself she needs her best friend. Eclipso broke the JSA for a reason but coming together will stop him