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yandereunsolved · 5 months ago

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Yandere Daryl Dixon taking care of traumatized reader—why can't everyone just go away? except you, you can stay. (cw(s): Daryl's trauma, talks of anxiety, ptsd, non-descriptive self-harm)

Yandere Daryl didn't think much of you at first. You're just another weaklin' that'll be gone in a few dawns. He shouldn't waste his time lookin' after people like that anyway.

You barely talked since he met ya. You refuse to make eye contact with anyone else in the group. You contribute, but it isn't much. Unlike him, you appear to be a sweet lil snack for the walkers: defenseless and skittish, a rabbit.

Still, like a leaf holdin' onto a sickly oak in a tornado, you stayed alive. From the quarry to the prison, you ambled along, not opening up to anyone. Well, maybe you opened up to him just a lil.

Yandere Daryl ends up being your safe place. He's someone who listens. He may not be good with feelings n' shit but he listens well. He lets you curl up next to him and tell him about anything. Sometimes it's nothing, and he appreciates that.

You both can sit in silence, and it's never awkward. It's like two kin souls meeting each other and simmering together.

Yandere Daryl grows closer to you. He doesn't want to think about it. He's always thinkin' about ya. There's always at least one eye on your figure.

He refuses to let you go on trips alone or without him. So naturally he gets somewhat aggressive when others talk down to ya. If someone raises their voice atcha, then he's ready to punch their teeth inward. He's proud of the sick and twisted thoughts that roll through his head of the things he wants to do to anything that threatens to hurt you.

He doesn't want to show you that side of him.

He's heard about your past and how the fall of the world affected you. He promised himself that he wouldn't ever be the reason you shut down or have a pstd flashback. He's workin' on being better than his mom and pop's relationship. Even the notion of possibly raising a hand against you makes his stomach churn, his head spin.

Yandere Daryl is always there to comfort you when something goes awry. He's still shitty at it, but he provides himself and hopes to whatever is out there, that's it's good enough. He tends to wrap one or both arms around you when you shut down/regress. He enjoys placing his chin over the top of your head and humming a sweet tune that he heard from the uppity church ladies that used to frequent his shitty neighborhood.

He tries to say those nice things.

"Is alright."

"I'll protect ya."

"You're safe. The bad people can't hurt ya no more."

It helps heal his inner child as well. He gets to protect you, and it feels like he's protecting little Daryl Dixon as well. There's no screamin', hittin', broken booze bottles, or half-tapped-out cigarettes. There's only you and him.

He'd murder anyone that got in the way of that, even Carol, even Rick.

He'll never admit it, but he likes it when you play with his hair, especially when you're stressed or overwhelmed. If you trace his scars, then he's in heaven.

Yandere Daryl always makes sure you have whatever health stuff you need. It could be meds, certain foods, prosthetics, or anything else. He'll do anything. He puts himself in the toughest situations just to make sure you are happy n' alive.

Have a medical condition? Meds are yours. He'll find substitutes if he can or learn medicinal remedies.

Allergies or food restrictions? No worries. He may be a shitty cook, but it's the end of the world. He's got plenty of time to practice so you can have a fully tummy and plenty of energy.

Hard of hearing or deaf? He learns sign language. He may be bad at it, but he'll learn! He doesn't mind repeating himself or repeating what others said for you. He'll do his best to find hearing aids or batteries if you used those before the world went to hell.

Partially or fully blind? He'll find you a cane or wittle you a walking stick. He'll be your guide.

Have a missing body part or limited mobility? He'll search high and low for a prosthetic. He'll carry you if he needs to. He'll help you in any way. He can't really find how practical wheelchairs are in the apocalypse, but he'll figure somethin' out.

Some other restriction or something rare he's never heard of? He'll go hell n' back to make sure you have whatever you need.

You just need space? Fine. He's still going to watch you from afar.

There are times when walker bites seem to pale in comparison to that innocently bright expression in your eyes. It's the look that he's always wanted to see from somebody. You look at him like he's some sort of protector, some hero. The first time he saw it, his initial reaction was to brush it off and call you stupid. He regretted that as soon as he saw you deflate and curl back within yourself. He mumbled a 'sorry' and made sure to never do it again.

Yandere Daryl almost breaks down the first time he notices your self-harming tendencies. It could be fresh cuts or starving yourself. It isn't good. He tries not to be harsh with you.

He tries.

It's just so hard because he's crying. He's trying to be quiet but he can't. He loves you so much that the thought of you not loving yourself makes him want to worship you until you do.

Why can't you see it? Why can't you see how special you are?

He wants to think you're selfish, but he knows you're not. It's your body. Is he being selfish? No. Yes? No.

He doesn't know.

All he knows is that he ends up on his knees with tears streaming down his face. He's begging. The words aren't intelligible, but he is.

This is what you do to him. This lil lamb just had to lay in his pasture.

Just stay alive. He'll do the rest for you.

Yandere Daryl just protects you. He hates groups but he knows they're important. You've made bonds, and so has he, unfortunately. He'll just keep you close. Maybe one day he'll be able to confess his undying reverence for you. Hopefully you won't figure out how many people he has killed for you. The things he has done... oh, they'd make the devil cry. As long as you sleep well at night knowing your Daryl Dixon is protectin' you. Well, he doesn't care about the so-called 'collateral damage' because of it.

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northwest-good-witch · 1 year ago

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✨Oh, yeah, he’s bilingual.✨

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Had a birthday, did cosplay things.

(They/them! If you use she/her i’m photon blasting ur ass)

#cosplay #my face #marvel #marvel cosplay #captain marvel #captain marvel cosplay #carol danvers #carol danvers cosplay #the marvels #mcu cosplay #mcu kin #marvel kin #fictionkin #nonbinary cosplayer #kin cosplay #carol tag

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the-angry-acrobat · 1 month ago

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“there are some upon this earth of yours who lay claim to know us, and who do their deeds of passion, pride, ill-will, hatred, envy, bigotry, and selfishness in our name; who are as strange to us and all our kith and kin, as if they had never lived. remember that, and charge their doings on themselves, not us.”

—charles dickens, a christmas carol

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lucygxybaird · 2 months ago

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12 days of Christmas - Day Two

When you were a little girl, you loved Christmas. Everyone seemed happier, rosy-cheeked from the brisk winter air, bundled up in coats and furs so that your childish imagination turned them into cheerful, frolicking bears, dashing busily to and fro. You adored how the world around you seemed to shine, from the tree glittering with candles and baubles, to the fresh blanket of snow breaking up the rays of a weak winter sun into countless points of light.

And you loved the excitement of waking up on Christmas morning, discovering packages set under the tree that hadn’t been there when you went to sleep. You remember your parents nestled together in the same chair, watching you dive into your gifts, smiling indulgently each time you squealed or clapped in delight.

Now, you find the magic of the season has shifted outward, toward others. Your delight in gifts manifests itself in giving them to others, though you have to admit you aren’t as good at wrapping as your mother was (no matter how hard you try, you just can’t get the thick, colorful paper to fold right on the ends). You adore finding the perfect gift for someone on your list, feeling that little bubble of excitement in the pit of your stomach as you imaging their face when they open it. You even love finding little hiding places for them until you can put them out on Christmas morning, feeling like you’re caught between a squirrel hiding nuts and one of Santa’s elves.

More than anything, you love the sparkle and the lights just as much as ever, perhaps even more so — their beauty means more to you now because you find a simplicity in it, a purity, that’s so at odds with how the world truly is.

Perhaps that’s really what you adore so much about the season now, as a woman grown. It’s almost as if everything is floating, a snowflake swirling gently in an eddy of the breeze, sparkling and delicate. Perfect. Just for a month or two, things seem peaceful. You feel comforted, safe, as if the innocence and joy of your childhood never really disappeared, but just pulled ahead of you, flickering around the corner like the swish of a hem.

Oh — and the music! As a child, you would make hot chocolate for the carolers who showed up at your door, insisting they stay long enough to have a cup. You didn’t know until you were much older that they came to your house last every year, to make sure they would have enough time to stay. The songs still fill you with a feeling of giddiness, like something is wonderful is waiting for you the moment the last word fades away.

We wish you a merry Christmas, we wish you a merry Christmas, we wish you a merry Christmas, and a happy New Year…

You hum softly to yourself as Susan McSween sits at the piano, the silvery notes dancing cheerfully through the air. As you watch a group approach the piano, you have to bury your face in the mug of hot chocolate in your hand in order to suppress your smile. Among them are John Tunstall and Alexander McSween, both of whom are exemplary men who could not carry a tune in a wheelbarrow — or a wagon, for that matter. On Alexander’s other side, his arm thrown companionably around his shoulders, is Billy.

The two of you grin at each other.

“Good tidings we bring, to you and your kin — good tidings for Christmas, and a happy New Year!”

As it comes back to the chorus, John gestures to include the whole room, prompting everyone to sing along.

“We wish you a merry Christmas, we wish you a merry Christmas, we wish you a merry Christmas, and a happy New Year!”

Billy can barely keep it together through the verse about figgy pudding, and you set your mug down, rather than risk choking to death on a sip of cocoa. He keeps catching your eye, which makes even more difficult to keep from laughing. Someone — probably Billy himself — tucked a sprig of holly into his hair, and there’s traces of a eggnog mustache still lingering on his upper lip. His cheeks are flush and his eyes are sparkling with barely suppressed mirth and easily open happiness.

He is, in your ironclad estimation, the most gorgeous man on earth, and you are so in love with him that sometimes it feels like your heart is simply going to turn itself inside out from the sheer intensity of it.

The song ends with a flourish from Susan on the piano, and a shout of, “And a Happy New Year!” from the group of singers around the piano. You’ve never seen Alexander in any other state besides perfectly prim and proper, but you’re fairly certain he’s currently tipsy, if not drunk. He plops down on the piano bench beside Susan and gives her a resounding smacking kiss on the cheek.

Billy rounds the piano and makes his way to you. You watch him walk across the room, the Christmas lights and candle glow sliding softly over his suntanned skin, catching in his curls, reflecting in his eyes. You hold out your arms as he gets closer, and he chuckles, crossing the remaining space in a bound and snatching you up in an embrace that lifts your feet off the floor. You laugh, winding your arms around his neck, feeling entirely safe with your chest against his and his arms snug around your waist.

“Ready to go home, darlin’?” he says, brushing his lips against your ear. “I don’t think it’s gonna be too much longer before McSween is snorin’ to beat the band, anyway.”

You peek over his shoulder to see Alexander leaning against Susan, his head nestling against hers. You bite your lip to keep from giggling. “Maybe we should go,” you agree, and glance at the window. White clouds streaked with charcoal gray are starting to lower over the horizon, obscuring the stars. As you watch, a few flakes start to drift lazily downward. “We should get home before that gets any heavier, anyway.”

Billy sets you down, though he puts an arm around your shoulders. He steers you toward John Tunstall, who is refilling a his glass of eggnog. “Mr. Tunstall, I think we’re gonna head home,” he says. “It’s startin’ to snow out there, and we don’t wanna get caught in it.”

Tunstall smiles. “Of course, Billy, thank you both for coming,” he says. “Here — ”

He goes to a cabinet and opens it up to pull out a thick flannel blanket, which he presses into Billy’s arms. Now that you look at him, Tunstall might be a little tipsy himself, the apples of his cheeks a ruddy color and his eyes sparkling more than usual. “Please, take this,” he says. “It’ll keep you warm on your ride home.”

“Well—” Billy starts, but Tunstall waves him off.

“No, no, please, I insist. You can just bring it back the next time you visit.”

You take Billy’s hand and give a little tug, trying to signal that you should make your getaway before Tunstall pushes any other gifts into his arms. The corners of Billy’s lips twitch despite his best efforts, and he gives your hand a brief squeeze in return.

“Thank you, Mr. Tunstall,” he says. “I appreciate it.”

Billy propels you toward the door as you bravely fight the urge to giggle, which isn’t aided in any way by Alexander McSween launching into a spirited rendition of “Come Rest Ye, Merry Gentlemen”.

After handing you up into the seat of your wagon, Billy climbs up after you, taking up the reins and giving them a little flick. The horses start forward with a lurch, and you tuck the flannel around the both of you, making Billy chuckle softly.

Strains of music drift after you in the night, and Billy takes up the familiar refrain. “God rest ye, merry gentlemen, let nothing you dismay…”

His rich, sweet voice is low and soft, for you only. You smile as you snuggle up against his shoulder.

The road in front of you is starting to take on a fine dusting of sparkling white. On either side, the fields are buried in an ivory blanket, glittering in the starlight. Bare-limbed trees stand stark as sentinels, their skeletal fingers outlined against the clouds like lines of ink, a map to the heavens. You watch as the branches collect snow, like a woman pulling on delicate lace gloves, finger by finger. Between the flannel wrapped around you and Billy’s warmth pressed against your side, the cold air is sweet and bracing, making you feel invigorated.

“Oh, tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy…”

You smile as Billy continues to sing for you. Turning your head, you press a soft kiss to his cheek, and watch as a smile unfurls over his lips.

The ride is idyllic, like driving through a Courier and Ives print, but you’re glad to see the little cabin you share with Billy appear in the distance. It looks like a gingerbread house, the snow like a thick layer of icing on the roof, stacking up on the windowsills, the weathered boards of the house looking like a freshly baked cookie. Billy drives the wagon into your little lean-to and offers you a hand to help you down.

As soon as your feet are on the ground, Billy has you up against his chest, his hands framing your face as he kisses you so fiercely that it dispels the wintry evening chill entirely. You melt into his embrace, your arms winding around his neck.

“Have I mentioned lately that I love you?” he says, and you smile.

“I think it’s come up once or twice,” you quip.

Truth be told, hardly a day goes by where Billy doesn’t tell you he loves you more than once. And even on the rare instances where he doesn’t say so out-loud, he finds other ways to let you know — you’ll come home to find your winter coat mended, because you mentioned that morning you could feel the weather turning; he’ll make you hot chocolate, with a blanket and a fresh candle set up by your chair near the fire, so you can sip while you read. Or you’ll just catch him watching you from across the room, the softest expression on his face.

“I love you, too,” you say, leaning up to kiss him again. “Now let’s get inside before Jack Frost starts nipping at our noses.”

Billy smiles and leads you inside, taking Tunstall’s blanket from around your shoulders and helping you out of your coat. “Here, I have an idea,” he says, and spreads the blanket before the hearth.

As you watch, he lights a fire, and bids you to sit with a little gesture of his hand. He brings a bottle of wine and a tray from the kitchen, laden with bread, cheese, and fruit. “I know we ate at Mr. Tunstall’s,” he said. “But I figure a little snack before bed wouldn’t hurt, would it?”

You smile up at him. “Wine and food?” you tease. “If I didn’t know any better, Mr. Bonney, I’d say you were trying to woo me.”

He settles down beside you, pretending offense as he puts a hand over his heart. “Darlin’, are you saying I haven’t already?” he says, but then he smiles. “Maybe I am. You deserve it. I don’t want you to ever think I’m takin’ you for granted.”

Reaching out to smooth your fingers through his hair, which still holds that sprig of holly in its curls, you say, “I know you don’t. No one has ever made me feel as loved as you do.”

He turns his head, kissing your palm. “Well, good,” he murmurs, his eyes soft.

The two of you share some wine, and feed each other fruit and cheese from the platter. When you’re both sated, you expect Billy to offer to bring out his fiddle, or maybe even retire to bed. To your surprise, though, you realize he looks…well, nervous. Before you can ask what the matter is, he clears his throat.

“I know it’s a few days early,” he says, “but I was wonderin’ if I could give you one of your Christmas presents early.”

“If you w—!”

You haven’t even fully finished your sentence before he’s on his feet. “Close your eyes?” he says, looking so anxious and earnest that you obey without question.

His footsteps, a rustling noise, footsteps again, and then: “Okay, open.”

Your breath catches in your chest as you take in Billy, down on one knee in front of you, a little velvet box nestled in the palm of his hand. Your fingers flutter to your mouth, and you feel your throat tighten. As much as you’ve wanted this, you can’t quite believe it’s finally happening.

“Honey, I’ve thought about what I’d wanna say to you right now just about a thousand times,” he says, his trembling voice suggesting his own throat is rather full. “But I realized I love you too much to even begin to express it. What you’ve done for me, what you continue to do for me every day, just by lovin’ me — it’s more than I deserve, and more than I ever expected to have. You believe that I’m a good man, and you’re the reason I am one.”

He clears his throat, opening the box with unsteady fingers. You gasp at the ring inside, a diamond sparkling to match the snow outside. “Will you marry me?” Billy says.

You manage to croak out a, “Yes, yes, of course I will!” and then the ring is on your finger and you’re in Billy’s arms. He showers your face with kisses until you’ve dissolved into a mixture of giggles and tears.

“Merry Christmas, honey,” he says against your hair, and it doesn’t even matter that you really do have a few days to go. No Christmas miracle could compare to this.

“Merry Christmas, Billy.”

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fans4wga · 7 months ago

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25 June: IATSE and studios reach tentative agreement

"With more than a month to go before IATSE‘s current contracts expires, the union and the studios have come to a tentative agreement on a new deal.

As fears of another Hot Labor Summer had Hollywood anxious, the successful negotiation news Tuesday evening comes a mere two days into the resumption of talks between the parties this week.

Touting wage gains, AI guardrails, and pension and health plans increases, IATSE leaders just sent out the news to its members of its 13 Locals in Hollywood. As you can see below, with increased penalties for extended workdays, safety concerns and crew well-being played a not insignificant role in the bargaining:

Dear Basic Agreement Sisters, Brothers, and Kin: The Basic Agreement Negotiating Committee has reached a tentative agreement with the AMPTP. Below are a few of the details about the proposed deal. A complete summary of the tentative agreement will be released in a few days, and in addition to local town hall meetings, a multi-local webinar will take place on Saturday, July 13th at noon PST to review the proposed language in the Memorandum of Agreement (MOA). To avoid undermining our fellow members in the Area Standards Agreement (ASA) Locals, who remain in negotiations with the AMPTP, we will wait to release full summaries of both tentative agreements simultaneously. Some of the proposed changes in the Basic tentative agreement include: scale rate increases of 7%, 4%, and 3.5% over the three-year term; hourly workers will receive triple time (3x hourly) wage when any workday exceeds 15 elapsed hours, all On Call classifications will now receive double time on the 7th day of the workweek, and additional increases in pay will take effect on non-dramatic productions under the Videotape Supplemental Agreement. The tentative deal includes new protections around Artificial Intelligence, including language that ensures no employee is required to provide AI prompts in any manner that would result in the displacement of any covered employee. These changes in the Basic Agreement are in addition to the tentative agreements reached in the Local Agreement negotiations. For the Motion Picture Industry Pension and Health Plans (MPIPHP), the tentative agreement includes additional payments from employers that would address the $670M funding gap, including new streaming residuals. Additionally, no participant shall incur a break in service for plan year 2023. We thank everyone who participated in the 2024 Basic Agreement negotiations process. From start to finish, your input was invaluable and ensured that our Negotiations Committee was at the bargaining table with clear goals and a consensus for how to achieve them. The ratification timeline will be forthcoming and we look forward to presenting to you the complete package. In Solidarity

The correspondence to members was signed by Tobey Bays of Local 44, Cathy Repola of Local 700, Greg Reeves of Local 728, Bob Denne of Local 729, Chuck Parker of Local 800, DeJon Ellis Jr of Local 80, Alex Tonisson of Local 600, Marcy Brooks of Local 884, Patric Abaravich of Local 871, Karen Westerfield of Local 706, Brigitta Romanov of Local 892, Adam Nestra-West of Local 705, and Scott Bernard of Local 685.

The announcement to members from the Locals leaders was followed within minutes by a joint statement from IATSE and the Carol Lombardini-led Alliance of Motion Picture & Television Producers:

The International Alliance of Theatrical Stage Employees (IATSE) and Alliance of Motion Picture and Television Producers (AMPTP) announced a tentative agreement on all issues for the Hollywood Basic Agreement and Videotape Agreement negotiations. The tentative agreement is now pending ratification by the unions’ membership. Members and signatories will have the opportunity to review the agreement in the form of a Detailed Summary 2-3 days following this announcement, as well as a Memorandum of Agreement (M.O.A.) an estimated 2 weeks following this announcement. The parties now look forward to closing negotiations for the Area Standards Agreement.

To put tonight’s deal in context, the IATSE Basic Agreement covers the around 50,000 members of the mainly L.A.-based 13 West Coast Locals. The still to be completed Area Standards Agreement is for the 23 Locals across the nation and their 20,000 members.

Working on the schedule laid out by IATSE and the AMPTP tonight, and if the landing for a new Area Standards Agreement is smooth, August could usher in a rare lack of labor anxiety for a town and an industry still reeling from the pandemic, some bad business decisions, and last year’s WGA and SAG-AFTRA strikes."

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