#Lori dolls

[desertdollranch]

Maya's best friend is her adorable chonky Shetland pony, Meadow Muffin.

[queenofsquids]

Retro Licca repro GET!!!!

The box from Amazon Japan arrived super squashed so I feared the worst but she was fine! Even the doll box was ok with just a bit of scuff on one corner 🥹

So I immediately pulled out that lot of vintage Vogue dresses I thrifted a couple years ago to see what would go on her :3 I wouldn't claim that any of these fit, but they will go on and look ok if I pin them up tighter in the back.

I am not at all knowledgeable about Licca. I do follow a whole lot of vintage doll lovers on IG though so I have certainly dipped a toe into longing for older Liccas and Peteenas and Wataru etc.!

I must thank @dolljunk profusely for telling me about this release. He knows way more about this doll so I will reblog when he posts here (he's already posted on Patreon!)

I got her from Amazon Japan directly, shipping to the US was offered for a reasonable amount and I grabbed it with both hands. It took a little over a week to arrive.

This set is the Lori doll cafe. I loved it from the moment I set eyes on it years ago and bought it despite not really having dolls that fit. I had to dig it out of my closet and dust the hell out of it for this 🥲 I'm so happy I kept it. It's still under-scaled but works for photographs for me.

[babsi-and-stella]

Groupie Lori Mattix with Sylvain Sylvain photographed by Bob Gruen, September 1973.

[firespirited]

Weird Bab

A week ago I found someone's weird barbie clone, well it felt more like she found me. She was sticky, smelled sickly sweet and didn't clean up with the usual methods: soap, resoap, alcohol. I used magic eraser for her face but there were still moving patches of grey and pink so I got the idea to oil her, yes not boil: oil. Surprise, she had pale green hair under all that.

I gave her a quick hair tidy and added some dimension to her face with blush and freckles. To make her into a weird Barbie again I added purple acrylic to look like faded sharpie eyeliner and pink streaks slightly longer than the rest so it looks better the messier her hair is: modded but unable to stain herself or any other dolls.

Then she raided the spare parts

[themuseinmuseum]

make that money, girl

[littlequeenies]

Ca. September/October 1973 - American guitarist Sylvain Sylvain and American guitarist and singer-songwriter Johnny Thunders (1952-1991) of American rock band New York Dolls surrounded by female fans, among them American groupie Sable Starr (wearing a red hat and black veil; 1957-2009), and Lori Mattix (in a green, white and black dress; also known as Lori Lightning), and bassist Arthur Kane backstage at the Whisky a Go Go, a nightclub on Sunset Boulevard in West Hollywood, California.

Last 4 photos are scans by Leith from (Diet) Coke & Sympathy blogspot.

[earako]

Hi relistening to Undas [2] again ans IMMA FIGHT LORI-

[queen-of-the-scene]

a bit of a lesser seen photo of sylvain sylvain and lori mattix 💋

i tried to enhance it but for some reason it only wanted to enhance syl's face

[littlequeenies]

The link doesn't work anymore, reblogging just for the photos, taken by Julian Wasser.

Lori Mattix, the Tyndall sisters, Thea Constantine, Sabel Starr and other groupies pictured with the New York Dolls for the August 1974 ‘glam rock’ issue of Creem Magazine. 

Watch CREEM: America’s Only Rock ‘N’ Roll Magazine, available for streaming now!

#creem50 #boyhowdy #creemmag #creemmagazine

[seraphicloves]

𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒕𝒆𝒅𝒅𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒓

⊱✿⊰ summary: headcanons with bakugo and a gf who's love language is physical affection

⊱✿⊰ warnings: swearing, suggestive comments (its souly's personality), y/n is specified towards the requester, pretty fluffy

⊱✿⊰ notes: this is a request by my dear, my doll @fashionablysouly. So it might not be everyone's cup of tea. also this is so short and for what. I am starting school up again so writing will be scarce (not like i write very often now lol) anyway mwah mwah kisses

❀ he is confused as first, because he doesn't understand why somebody would want as much physical touch as you want. he gets a little bit weird about it during the beginning, and he wouldn't initiate very often.

❀ but one day, he just craves your touch. you're chilling on the couch in the common rooms and he comes to get you. he grabs you by your waist, leaning down to grumble in your ear, "we're going to my dorm, c'mon."

❀ once you were inside, he pulled you to his bed and hugged you to his chest. y'all were spooning and he was the big spoon, naturally. you were so soft and warm and bakugo couldn't get enough of touching you.

❀ after that bakugo is clingy asf and he might be touchier than you. he always has his hands on your waist, or the small of your back, or he's holding your hand. he is always touching you.

❀ don't get me started on when he gets jealous. he'll pull you into his lap, eyes coldly staring at whatever bastard decided to flirt with you, leaning down to kiss your neck. his hands rest possessively on your hips, sucking on your soft skin (even better if purple and pink hues of his love bloom on your skin afterwards)

❀ bakugo gets an ego boost with how much you love being near him (but he is even more of a simp so he can't really talk)

lori © 2024. please don't copy, modify, or do anything weird with my writing! i like reblogs and comments but please be kind as this was my writing.

[prodogg]

I recently looked at the dolls Jinx created of Caitlyn's squad and recognized that each doll displays the fate of the depicted.

Maddie's doll has a hole in its head and during the final we see her getting her head penetrated by her own bullet.

Then there is Loris, his doll has 3 nails embedded into it. Which foreshadows him dying from 3 crossbow bolts.

At last, there is Caitlyn's doll. Her doll has a knife stuck to its head. Which foreshadows her getting her eye stabbed by Ambessa.

Meanwhile, the doll of Steb and Vi looks fine. Maybe I'm just overthinking (I'm not) it but nonetheless, this show is amazingly written and I'll never stop saying it.

[0-shutdown-0]

Hi! I wanted to create a collaboration of notes I had on Steb and his contribution to the plot of Arcane, also posted this on reddit, so here is everything from stuff I saw to things I hypothesized -

This is Steb:

You can look on his little fandom wiki tag for stuff that I don't touch BUT ESSENTIALLY

1 He appears in episode 1 as the silent officer who pokes Loris while Maddie talks to Vi. And from what I get from the conversation is that Steb had to have worked on the force long enough to be given Maddie as a junior officer that shadows him. An interesting combo considering he turned out to be reserved care and Maddie ended up being false cheer.

2 He's well trained in close combat and seems to prefer it on multiple occasions.

At the very beginning he holds a collapsible baton that seems to be geared more into disarming people or incapacitating them. During the attack on the memorial where he's not only the first to act but later when he reunites with Maddie and their surrounded by Shimmer mutants she seems to have given him a blade that Steb wasted no time in stabbing into the closest mutant. And it develops into him using dual single hand batons when he's enlisted on the strike team.

(We later see all mutants have spears in their head so I can't tell if he killed or not. But I do think he accidently killed the man that shot the flare because there was blood coming out, the mouth was parted open, and both Mel and Steb looked shocked.)

It isn't until episode 9 during the finale we see him shooting a gun that I think it resembles his decision that now he really doesn't have a choice other than to kill the enemy and save the platoon he was given to command (NOTE: I believe everyone he was given to command all ended up surviving) or die trying to knock people out and reduce casualties. I find it interesting especially since he's a medic in addition to being an enforcer.

3 HE IS SO AWARE OF EVERY LITTLE THING

Complete distrust to the Noxus when they arrive? Check. Wide eyed and stunned at Maddie and Caitlyn's decision to join the Noxus then literally checks out like Loris for a long while? Check. He's literally the person to see everything go down and just decides to assumably remove himself from the equation for the next few episodes before being called upon again AND I WISH I KNEW WHERE HE WENT (which has now led to me writing a fic but anyways)

4 Interesting things that I need to point out

-In the end of episode 1 where the strike team is introduced, Steb is the only one to not get a Hextech upgrade to his weaponry,

I assume this is from some type of moral code he continues to have where he refuses extreme force. Additionally, and its probably a stretch, the screen glitches over Maddie and Loris but focuses on him symbolizing he's the only one out of the three of them to live.

-His ears and his little cheek fin frills respond to EVERYTHING. Kind of reminding me of a fish's lateral line when it responds to vibrations in the water and stuff but anyways-

Considering he's some type of Vastya fishfolk, or half of cuz he has eyebrows and hair, it's interesting. I saw someone comment that the fishfolk had a connection to the Arcane and it's magic AND THAT WOULD HAVE BEEN SO COOL TO EXPAND ON BECAUSE IT MAKES SENSE. That could have been the reason why he averted to using Hextech advancements. And the more in tune senses helping him stay alive.

As well as explain why he was the first to act like in E1 and E3 when the strike team meets Heenox.

- Speaking of E3, you can literally see him not even look up at the murder dolls which includes everyone's death or injury but his coming true. And when he does treat Heenox not only does he see the effects of the Grey but when Caitlyn loads her gun to shoot the man Steb is turning to Vi like a "Get your woman???" 

He seemed to loose trust in Caitlyn there, as I noted he was the only one to look back when their group split as Vi and Caitlyn went off to face Jinx alone.

I can one hundred percent imagine Steb getting angry as a medic when he realizes he was kept in the dark about the use of the Grey as well, because he's not only the one who has to treat it but also has to live with the realization they did more harm to innocents and Jinx was in the right for rerouting all the vents they opened to release it.

- It appears that he is selectively mute, I assume that is has something to do with his biology since Jericho, the street vendor showed in S1 and later in S2, doesn't speak either but is seen being able to laugh and yell just like Steb. Personally think Steb doesn't speak much because its hard to do/hurts.

Which would have been so interesting to have been explored or at least acknowledged because it would have hit so much harder when in E9 we presumably hear him shout for his unit to get up and move when his leadership was needed most. 

-Maddie's betrayal had to have hurt so bad for him. She was his shadow, the one he was suppose to teach and in the end her ambition for power took hold of her and was the reason for her end. And for him to be someone so observant and careful and let that go right past him must have killed a part of him because he probably excused some of her behaviors. Like how Maddie had called Vi "one of the good ones" when referencing her origin from the Undercity. OR even when they were leaving and when Steb motioned for her to follow him Maddie only went when she heard another officer in the distance call for her.

It definitely could have been expanded on if the Arcane team was given a bigger budget for him to sign and Maddie to mistranslate or even ignore his authority because of his disability. Like, she cares for him but not enough to respect him.

I feel like when Caitlyn woke up to see Steb sitting there that pain was shown heavily but not enough. 

Anyways!

If you made it to the end of my rant, yay, this is all the deep diving I'm using for a fic and I hope it helps, if you have any thoughts to add please do!

[darylsfavoritegirl]

Yk that argument Daryl had with Shane at the barn? Put your own spin on it and include the reader somehow, maybe she even tries to break them up and he is still pissed. Afterwards he goes off to sulk in his anger trying to ignore you, but it’s too hard

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The Odd Man Out

There you all were, away from Hershel's house, near the barn. Your heart was pumping blood more than what felt like necessary, your knees had become weak, all ready to betray you and cause you to collapse to the ground.

"This is unacceptable, man." Shane breathed out with fire, drawing circles infront of the barn gate.

"All this time..." He didn't finish his sentence and chuckled exasperatedly.

"Shane. Calm down. This is Hershel's land."

"I'll- I'll find a way to figure this-"

Shane came at Rick when Lori got between the two of them, pressing her right hand to Shane's chest. Her eyes scolded him as Shane gave her a quick stare and rolled his eyes.

Shane was staring at the barn gate, hands rested on his hips, shaking his head as all you could hear was him mumbling to himself.

Your eyes scanned the barn and its perimeter, observing every distressed face.

"You know we gotta leave man. Now we been talking about Fort Benning for a while..." Shane turned to all of you as Rick didn't let him say a word and raised his hand as a warning.

"We can't leave." He shook his head.

The side of your eyes caught Carol and how he wrapped her arms around herself, bottom lip trembling, eyes glossy with tears to come.

"My daughter is out there." Her voice was shaky. She looked taken aback as everyone gazed upon her. You could tell she didn't like to be the center of attention, especially at a time like this.

"We're gonna find your daughter, OK?" Lori rushed to Carol, offering a sense of support as she squeezed her arm, they were glued to one another.

Your eyes shifted to Shane as you shielded your eyes from the sun. He studied your face for a second or so. A faint snicker painted his lips. He knew why you had stayed quiet so far, he was the one that you spoke in discreet -though you felt that the cat was gonna be out of the bag any second-

You felt uneasy under his gloomy gaze as you looked away, changing your position in which you rested your entire body weight on one leg, arms crossed. You eyes were fixated on the others for a brief second to see if anyone caught that tense eye contact you happened to make with the most troubled man in the group.

Shane walked past you, not skipping to give you one last dark stare as he made his way to Rick.

"I think it's the time that we all start to just consider the other possibility."

You sensed everyone tilting their heads to his direction. Daryl stood next to you, you almost heard his breathing go more and more shallow, irritation growing denser through his veins as he fixated his eyes on him; squiented as ever, dauntless as ever.

"I ain't leavin' no one behind." He squiented his eyes at him, his body still as a stone as you could see he clenched his jaw firmly.

Shane ran his hand through his shaved head as he clasped his hands over it.

"Nah man, I-" Shane were to start another babbling session on a bothersome argument right when you flinched at Daryl's loud words.

"I'm close ta findin' dis girl. I jus' found a damn doll two days ago" He was coming at Shane when you felt like it was time you partook in this before it got out of hand.

"You found a doll, Daryl. That's what you did, you found a doll."

Shane pressed his lips together as he leered at Carol before speaking.

"All I'm sayin' is she could've been dead by now and we're-"

"Enough. Shane, enough." You looked at him in disbelief, eyes wide with your hand reflexively being up in the air towards his direction as a sense of warning before he took this any further.

"Ya dun' know the hell yer talkin' 'bout."

It was Shane one side and Daryl on the other side. Things got ugly pretty swiftly as you had to step back when Daryl came at him but it wasn't a few seconds later that you stepped in once again, punches flying in the air, some hitting your chin with their elbows. Your head and body were thrown back by their aggression reflected on their action.

Dust particles, the strings of hays that were laid out on the perimeter were awakened by this fallout. Your eyes got stung by them, this was like hell that you had no control in whatsoever.

"Hey, you back off."

"Come on now." Dale asserted.

It was Rick, Lori and you trying to break them up. Under the heat of the sun, with your red faces and greased clothes were you tossed in a fight near a barn full of walkers.

"Leave. Leave now." You demanded Shane. You pointed him with your finger, forehead wrinkled and brows creased as he clapped his hands in an amusing manner.

"You got a real mouth on you, I'll give you that." He cackled and continued with his chest heaving.

"Now you care? 'Cause last time I checked you were the one who said 'it's a waste of time anyway' " He waved his hands next to his head theatrically and thinned his voice as if to mock you.

"That's not what I said prick." You stepped forward, walking slowly as you widened your eyes. You were trying to catch your breath, unevenly panting as your eyes were out of focus.

It was Daryl's voice that stopped you

" 'S this true?" He had his hands on his hips, gazing upon you through his lashes. It was like he was let down, couldn't even stomach looking you in the eyes, though his eyes had an uneasy beam to them, as if what you were about to say meant more than what both of you could ever dare to imagine.

"No" You shook your head, you clenched your fists without noticing. You felt goosebumps swarming all over your body, somehow making you chill under the radiant sun.

"Fuck no." Your head turned to Carol instinctly, and then the others.

It was a moment of suffering. You, standing toe to toe with everyone. Their hesitant stares, their subtle glances that traveled back and forth with everyone else but you had riled you up yet you knew you were in big trouble and perhaps in the wrong.

You spanked your forehead with both of your palms, inhaling a huge breath in as you shut your eyes and stared all of them back.

"Come on. That motherfucker's lyin' to your faces."

" 'S he?" Daryl inquired, though his tone gave away that he thought he knew the answer. You could never wrap your head around how a redneck like him, could be so tender to a woman he despised. Yet there comes to question, didn't he despise you all? What had happened that he was now a decent person, defending someone who wasn't his blood nor his kin like a sworn confidant behind closed door?

Your eyes darted to the others.

"You believe him?"

Them looking down at their shoes was your answer.

"Stupid bitch."

Daryl mumbled under his breath as he walked away with slumped shoulders and a crossbow he had put aside.

Your face went white, shoulders sagging as you did what you had thought of doing all along.

You kept breathing sharply, turning around and lunging at Shane. He took a step back, eyeing Rick specifically to come and get you as he already had done so.

"Lying son of a bitch." You spat, your hair was everywhere on your face. You could hear your heartbeat in your eardrums.

"Easy. Easy." Rick kept his hand above your cleavage, fingers gripping the sides of your arms.

"I'm fine." You fumed as you moved your hair aside from your face.

"Wha's with all tha' if he 's lyin?" Daryl commented while he was tapping his feet to the ground, resembling a jaded eleven-year old in a family gathering. He pointed at you with his hand as he emphasized on the word "that". You had gone mad infront of all of them. You were bewildered, brows raised with a blank stare in your eyes for a few seconds.

"Look, that's not what I said at all." You began. You pouted your face as soon as everyone started putting your words into your mouth and jabbering.

"Geez, am I the only one who gives a damn 'bout this lil' girl?" Daryl snapped, walking around in circles and spreading out his accusing tone to everyone.

You shook your head in apace, trying to select the proper words to utter. You pressed your lips together, face heating under the wrathing heat wave. You looked around like a child in need of emotional support. Hands on your hips as Rick took a step ahead.

"Everyone go. Now. We'll sort this out tonight."

You got a chance to gaze upon Daryl for the first as his eyes were fixated on Carol. After all, they had formed a relationship out of this. You barely remembered anyone getting along with Daryl or him with others. You walked towards the house with thought filling your head and the misconception you felt needed to be debunked.

Few days passed, everyone still being furious with you. Little Sophia coming out of the barn as a walker didn't aid to your situation whatsoever.

You were sitting on a rock near the fields on Hershel's property. One of your elbows were resting on your knee as your other hand was supporting your chin. You were observing the stubble land laid out infront of you, cicadas jumping from one to another.

The wobbly wind was aggravating with the way it was blowing hot air to your face and body when your eye caught someone walking out of the woods into the stubble field.

Your position changed gradually with you fixing your hunchback as your arms fell loose next to you and you stretched your body a few inches taller to see who it was.

Daryl.

His eyes were checking out his surroundings as his crossbow was swinging on his hand. He wiped his hand on his forehead when his eyes noticed you.

Uneasy features were tugged on your face, not knowing what to do or say.

He passed by you, putting his best work not to acknowledge your existence.

"Daryl." You softly said.

Though your hands were resting on the sharp-edged rock , head slightly tilted and eyes scrutinising your knees that had scrapes all over it, you somehow managed to sense him throwing his head back and fully preparing himself to say a word to you.

"Yeah." He reacted.

It took a while for you to turn and face him entirely. He was looking rather fed up with you. His lips were pale and pressed, his goatee beard all tangled, he must've been scratching it and running his fingers through it, you assumed. It was something you had noticed him doing back in the quarry.

"I'm sorry but all I said was 'we might be better off elsewhere' when I happened to be absent-minded around him. You know-"

He squinted his eyes at you, his chest heaving up with a heartburn as he barked.

"Ain't ma headache no more."

"The girl 's dead."

He pointed one of his stained arrow at you, a vein appearing on the side of his neck. He was blaming every inch of you from head to toe.

You stood infront of him, pupils dilated, hands in a loose punch as no amount of air was enough to fill your lungs.

"And I'm terribly sorry-"

"No yea ain't." He came closer at you, crossbow on one hand and arrow on the other. His neck was stretching forward, sweat beading the below of his hairline.

"Don' give me tha' crap." He used his arrow once again, pointing it at you in a circular motion.

"Yer upset only 'cause he outed yea like tha', infront of the whole lot."

"You hear yourself?" You gasped slightly at his words. You were more confused than angry.

"Whatever dis is, keep it ta yerself."

You heard the fading tone in his voice, he grew less and less attentive with you within 5 minutes.

He adjusted his crossbow and arrows on one hand and started ambling towards the house with his hand scratching the back of his neck.

Sun shone through his golden hair, he was walking aimlessly. It was like you had sucked away the energy left in him for the day.

"Your one stupid motherfucker." You hissed, standing on your tiptoes and extending your torso forward to make sure he heard you.

It was all a misunderstanding, Shane twisting your words back then and now no one giving you the time to explain yourself but only putting words into your mouth. You had lost all hope for the situation for the time being, after all it was still so fresh, everyone was still so vulnerable. No one could even dare trying to foresee anything.

"What'd ya say?" He turned his head towards your direction, his body adjusting to his head gradually.

"No one is listening to me but they're believing that troublesack for a man." You fumed in one breath, you avoided eye contact with him.

He blew raspberries without sticking out his tongue, his cynical body language took over your mentality.

"Yer a real peach with yer tears n' all." A half smile on his lips, completely not interested in what you had to say. He had biases about you all along, this was only the cherry on top.

"Do you really think I didn't care about Sophia the slighest?" You asked with an ajar mouth, eyes fixated on his body as in order not to miss anything you could interpret for your own good.

His neck stretched forward once again, the glazing sun was aiming right at him, perhaps this wasn't the best time.

"I ain't yer buddy, ain't yer nothin' " He growled, his hands were gripping his weapon as he wiped his sweat with his arm.

"I sure ain't the one yea should be makin' amends ta" He hushed, turning around.

"I'm not making amends!" You declared.

Which was true, you weren't. You just hoped for to be understood and not have everyone jump into conclusions about you.

You heard him murmur "Sure sounds like it." As he was making his way through the long stubble to the van.

That night, on a chilly weather were you above the van with Dale as you were assigned to assist him during his watch.

You sat on one of the camp stools, shotgun laying between your thighs vertically. Though Dale was sitting infront of you, your eyes were fixated behind him. The long roads, the long fields.

"Hey, old man. Rick wants yea back at the house."

You flinched at Daryl's voice becoming less and less muffled as he came near the van.

"Ohh what now." You heard Dale complain under his breath as he got up.

"Heads up." Daryl warned as he threw his crossbow on top of the van while he was yet climbing the ladder.

He didn't expect to see you there. His eyes flickered across your face for a moment or so as he looked around subtly, obviously looking for Glenn with whom you were replaced to assist Dale.

"The hell?" He inquired deadly with half-lidded eyes as he straddled on the chair infront of you.

"Just don't even talk if you aren't good with words." You huffed, not even seeing him fit to make eye contact with.

He remained silent as he rubbed his eyes. He hadn't been getting any sleep.

"Ain't no need fer words with yer bullshit." He scoffed, resting his head on his hands, looking around just like you.

"All this time spent together and you haven't figured out what kind of a person I could be. Not even the slighest, huh?" You sighed, not rushing, taking your time with each word.

Your heart was sinking down your torso, it felt like. Your eyes were droppy, fingers at the tip of the shotgun, seeking to be occupied by anything. Anything but him.

His eyes were glued on your eyes as you weren't bothering to meet with his gaze.

You pegged him for a complex man at all times, deep down you always knew he wasn't someone easy to come terms with. You were not gonna be seen by him, not in this, not in anything.

But at that exact moment, when two of you took a minute to enjoy the calmness, quietness around you, letting your minds talk to yourselves instead of words, you dared to hope for a change.

He could change after all, you saw it with your own eyes.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

A/N: well this request had been on my asks since the beginning of this year... so i hope you still enjoy this anon!! also dumb me accidentally replied to a different request🥲🥲 so if that anon got the notification, im sorry, feel free to request whatever you want bae!!!

also i think i never wrote for season 2 daryl before huh? i hope this was satisfying, he was some constant-nagging redneck in season 1-2 but we love him

[betyloca]

Imagine: the group meeting the Dixons' best friend when she is much younger than them.

You were sitting near the group while you were helping to prepare the food, your friends were sitting on the other side of the camp.

Andrea: What a nice knife, where did you get it?

Y/N: Oh, Merle gave it to me on my birthday.

Andrea: What?

Lori: Are you his little sister?

y/n: no

Glenn: Your daughter? I wouldn't be surprised

y/n: ha not your friend

everyone:* in shock*

y/n: *looking* what's happening!

Amy: How old are you?

y/n: I'm 19, why?

t-dog: you are a girl what do you do by hanging out with adults

y/n: that's none of your business* while you're doing your thing*

t-dog: have they ever done something to you?

You turned to look at him with a frown.

y/n: excuse me, did they do something to me?

You began to move violently towards him, showing the knife.

Andrea took you by the arm, wanting to stop you.

t-dog: don't worry, it's not a big deal, just ask.

y/n: it's no big deal, you say you're a fucking idiot.

wanting to free you from andrea

Andrea: calm down

y/n: I don't calm down at all, I'm going to kill him

t-dog: it seems that spending time with them affected you

y/n: son of a bitch

You let go of Andrea and rushed to hit him right in his face.

lori: stop it y/n

Andrea: enough y/n

Daryl watching what happens

Daryl: What the hell is going on there?

Merle: Is that Y/N?

Daryl: Fuck.

Seeing what you're doing, he gets up quickly to stop you. Glenn tried to get you off T-Dog, but he only got hit in the nose.

Daryl: hey hey enough

taking you by the shoulders while merle helps you get off of him

Merle: wow look how you did it well doll

Daryl turned to look at him, rolling his eyes.

Daryl: Now is not the time.

Merle: Whatever.

Daryl: Let's go, darling.

While they were walking to their stores, Merle approached you, grabbing you by the waist.

Merle: Well done, we trained you well.

he said giving you a kiss on the cheek daryl vote to see them smiling

Daryl: leave it alone

Merle: Don't be jealous, Dalena.

I'm sorry if I write wrong, English is not my native language.

[nyxlarkyn]

Let's Focus on Loris the Shield Man Real Quick:

Much like how Isha is there to reflect Jinx's inner child and Sevika fills in the sisterly/motherly role Jinx is so desperate for, this man will fit into the role of Vander to Vi.

Loris is meant to be there during Vi's darkest moment (like how Vander took the girls in) and help guide Vi down the right path. He disapproves of Caitlyn's raise to Dictatorship because he aligns himself with the good of all people. Something Jinx will soon symbolize to the people of Zaun. We see his alignment foreshadowed through the blue bead he wears in his hair, similar to Ekko's hair bead of a Jinx bomb later in the season; this is further pushed when Loris is covered in blue paint in ep.3.

The only thing we hear him say in all 3 episodes, the only thing is "I like peanuts" in response to Vi's negative rant about the events at the end of s1 and what just transpired with Caitlyn earlier in the episode. The only thing we hear him say, is something positive out of all that negativity. He's meant to bring some light in Vi's darkness.

He symbolizes the shield Vander failed to give the girls. Both him and Vander find Vi while they're struggling. Vander - the aftermath of a war and Vi losing her parents. Loris - the aftermath of Jinx's attack and both having fallen down a drinking spiral. He will help guide a hurting, lost Vi into the person she's been trying to be since she was a kid.

Junior Officer Maddie Nolan plays a major hand in this as well. She fits into the role of a younger VI, at least the aspirations and hopes she once held towards the future.

The show gives us a really good shot of Vi watching Loris give Maddie a comforting hand after they come up on Jinx's doll trap in the airducts. They look almost like father and daughter, like Vander and Vi... Maddie is by no means a young Vi the way Isha is almost a clone of Powder, but she holds this naive optimism for the future that helps inspire Vi to open up about joining the enforcers. Not just from what Cait had to say about her, but what Maddie said about Vi's actions and how she is viewed amongst the younger officers. This is another call back to her past when Vander tells Vi how her siblings Powder, Clagger, and Mylo look up to her and follow her. She becomes in a way Vi's two brothers story wise.

-Earlier I said Loris will be the shield Vander failed to give the girls. That's not an accurate statement, Vander tried his best to make sure his kids would be protected. He pushed for peace at every hand choosing to use his fist when all other options have been exhausted. At the end of the day his weapon is a brutal offense, Vi has never seen a true defensive weapon that protects. She only knows how to protect through means of force. Loris' treatment of Vi and her struggles will teach her how to be a proper shield for others and how she wants to protect her loved ones.

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September 1973 - Lori "Lightning" Mattix backstage at the Whisky A Go-Go in Los Angeles with Sylvain Sylvain of the New York Dolls and an unidentifiend woman (photo 1); and Lisa Robinson, Steve Paul, Danny Fields and Iggy Pop (photo 2).

Photos by Bob Gruen, from his website.