#georgia's tag :D

[meazalykov]

wrong number

bayern munich frauen x reader

1/6, 2/6, 3/6, 4/6, 5/6, 6/6

summary: how is this possible? you asked yourself.

a month has passed by since living in munich.

(you know the drill, pretend the girls (not klara) in these pictures are you instead!)

y/n.l/n

{tagged: buehlklara}

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y/n.l/n my days in munich so far ❤️

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yasmeenbrown I miss you 🥲 <3

y/n.l/n I miss you more <3

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lenaoberdorf where is our pics? 🙄🩷

y/n.l/n we need to take some together :D

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buehlklara 😎

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wosouser2718 how do you know all of the bayern girls!?

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tuvahansen so cute ☺️

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that evening, as you settle into the couch at home, netflix playing quietly in the background, your phone buzzes beside you. you had just made an instagram post a few hours ago, one that’s now filled with comments from the bayern girls, and it hadn’t gone unnoticed by your friend yasmeen back home. 

she’s calling now, and you already have a feeling what it’s about.

you pause the show and pick up the phone. 

"hey, yas."

"girl," yasmeen starts, her voice playful but curious, 

"what is going on? how are there so many verified people commenting on your insta? like, am i missing something here? how are you suddenly best friends with a bunch of football stars?"

you smile, knowing this question was coming. "oh, you know," you say, trying to keep your tone casual, "i met them through a mutual friend here in germany. we just hit it off."

"mutual friend, huh?" yasmeen’s tone is skeptical, but she lets it slide for now. 

"well, i saw lena oberdorf in the comments. y/n i am a chelsea fan but still know how important that girl is– i know you’re not messing around. i mean, you’ve only been there a few weeks, and you’re already hanging out with pros? i need details, y/n."

you hesitate, not wanting to reveal too much. while yasmeen is your best friend back home, you feel protective of what you’ve found here in munich. 

the friendships you’ve made with the bayern girls feel special, and you don’t want to turn it into something you brag about. you trust them, and they trust you. you just want to respect your friend’s boundaries. 

"yeah, they’re really cool," you say, keeping it simple. 

"but i don’t want to spill too much. it’s still new, you know?"

yasmeen sighs, clearly sensing that you don’t want to go into detail. 

"fine, fine. i won’t push. but just know that i’m totally jealous. if you ever get tickets to a game when i visit you, you better bring me along."

you laugh. 

"i got you, yas. don’t worry."

"alright," yasmeen says, her tone softening. 

"i just miss you. it’s weird not having you around."

"i miss you too," you say, feeling a pang of homesickness. 

"but it’s been good here. i’ve made some friends, and it’s starting to feel more like home."

"good," she says. 

"i’m happy for you. just don’t forget about us back home, okay?"

"never," you promise. 

"you’ll always be my first best friend."

after a few more minutes of catching up, yasmeen hangs up, leaving you alone with your thoughts. you glance at the comments on your instagram post again, smiling at the playful remarks from the bayern girls. 

you feel a sense of peace knowing that you’ve built new friendships in a new country, something you want to protect.

the next afternoon, you find yourself walking down the street toward georgia’s house, your laptop bag slung over your shoulder. georgia only lives a few doors down from you, and today a bunch of the bayern girls are meeting up there to hang out. 

you’re still a little amazed at how quickly you’ve become part of their circle, you’re excited to hang out with your new friends.

when you arrive, the door’s already open, and you hear voices coming from inside. georgia spots you first and waves you in. 

"y/n! come on in!!"

you walk into the living room, where sydney, giulia, lea, lena, sam, sarah, and ana are already lounging around the kitchen island or in the living room. 

"hey, everyone," you say, smiling as you set your laptop down on the coffee table.

"y/n!" sydney says, getting up to give you a quick hug. 

"glad you could make it."

"of course," you say, hugging her back. 

"i just live a couple of doors down, i wouldn’t miss this."

you settle onto the couch, opening your laptop to send a quick email for work. as you start typing, lena moves over and sits closely beside you, her shoulder lightly brushing against yours.

"hey," lena says softly, glancing at your screen. 

"what’re you working on?"

"just an email for work," you reply, glancing at her. 

"i’ll be done in a second. is it okay if i sit here?"

"of course," lena says, her smile easy. 

"i was just curious. i don’t mind watching you work."

you nod, trying to focus on your email, but you can feel the warmth of lena sitting so close. it’s not like you haven’t been around her before, but something about today feels different. 

you realize that you might be developing a crush on her compared to how you feel with the rest of your friends, but you push the thought aside, not wanting to overthink it. 

after all, you’ve barely been here a month, and you don’t want to make things weird.

after finishing the email, you close your laptop and lean back, relaxing into the couch. 

"all done," you say, smiling at lena.

"good," lena says, her eyes sparkling a bit as she looks at you. 

"so now you’re all ours."

before you can respond, sydney calls out from the kitchen. 

"y/n, lena! georgia and i baked something. you have to try it."

you laugh, getting up to see what she’s talking about. sydney holds up a tray with a pumpkin loaf on it, looking proud. 

"we made a pumpkin loaf. want to try a slice?"

"ouu absolutely," you say, grinning. 

"it smells amazing."

sydney cuts you a tiny sample piece and hands it to you. you take a bite, your eyes widening in surprise. 

"this is so good! can i get a full slice?"

"of course," sydney says, laughing as she cuts another slice for you. you sit back down on the couch, enjoying the treat.

before you can take another bite, lena leans over and jokingly snatches a piece of your loaf, popping it into her mouth with a grin.

"hey!" you laugh, swatting at her playfully. 

"that was mine!"

lena grins, chewing slowly. "it’s good," she says, her eyes teasing. 

"thanks for sharing."

the other girls start laughing at the exchange, with giulia chiming in, 

"looks like you’re gonna have to guard your food around lena."

"i’ll remember that next time," you joke, shaking your head in disbelief.

you’re having fun, the atmosphere light and playful as everyone jokes and talks. it feels like you’re surrounded by friends—real friends—and it hits you just how lucky you are to have found this group.

a notification buzzes from your phone, and you glance at it to see a message in the group chat. tuva has sent a link to a concert happening next week and asks if anyone’s interested in going.

"concert?" sydney asks, reading over your shoulder. 

"who’s down?"

"i’m in," georgia says from the kitchen.

"me too," giulia adds, and soon, everyone in the room agrees to go. even the others who couldn’t make it to georgia’s house today chime in with excited messages in the group chat.

"looks like we’re all going then," you say, smiling as you text tuva back.

the rest of the afternoon passes in a blur of laughter, food, and easy conversation. you all end up watching a movie on the big sectional couch in georgia’s living room, the girls casually leaning against each other, some even falling asleep since its getting dark outside. 

you feel warm, wrapped up in the comfort of their friendship.

as the movie plays, you find yourself reflecting on how you got here. it’s wild to think that just a few weeks ago, you were worried about being alone in munich, scared of starting over in a new place. 

now, here you are, surrounded by some of the coolest, most genuine people you’ve ever met.

it all started with a wrong number, and somehow, it turned into this—a new life, with new friends who accept you just as you are. 

they trust you, and you trust them, and there’s a deep sense of belonging that fills you with warmth.

you glance at lena, who’s sitting closest to you, still teasing you from earlier. you feel that little spark again, the one you’ve been trying to ignore, but you don’t overthink it. 

you’re happy, content, and right now, that’s enough.

part four here

[offficial-united-states]

OK SO

THERE ARE SOME GIMMCKVERSE DISCORD SERVERS

SO

COUNTRYVERSE

HOW ABOUT CREATING A COUNTRYVERSE DISCORD? :D I CAN CREATE IT AND SEND INVITES TO ALL WILLING TO JOIN

(sorry for the tags) @nihonkokuu @definitely-britain @definitelytherepublicofireland @russia-totallyofficial @non-tyrannical-usa @true-blue-straya @totally-france @totally-germany @officialtheunitedkingdom @forever-scotland @genuinely-germany @india-official @definitely-canada @official-new-zealand @france-unofficial @cape-breton-island-itself @wales-official @yugoslavia-official @the-state-of-michigan @michigan-is-cool-trust-me @state-0f-0hio-official @virginia-state-official @the-us-navy-offical @state-of-connecticut-official @state-of-florida-official @the-state-of-georgia-official @the-real-illinois @definitely-indiana @mhm-wisconsin FFUCK WHY CAN'T I TAG YOU TWO

[boygiwrites]

TWD Harley D. Dixon Chapter List

Daryl Dixon & Daughter OC.

Gen Tags. Found family, Daddy issues, Abuse, Hurt and comfort, Gore.

Summary. Harley D. Dixon is a tough yet sweet little girl who until the dead started eating the living, thought she had seen it all. Alongside a mismatched group of survivors in rural Georgia, Harley and her Dad are forced to leave their small life behind and learn how to survive all over again through the horrors of the apocalypse.

— TW: This fic contains canon typical violence and gore, abuse, mentioned suicide, off-screen suicide, main character death, and has been described by my lovely readers over on Ao3 as 'gritty', 'intriguing', 'intense', and 'special'. Please read with caution!

— Note: Canon is only loosely followed. Some changes have been made to certain plot points to keep it fresh and interesting / account for the added character.

❤️Cross-Posted from Ao3.

Season 1 - 2 Word Count: 180,000 Season 3 - ? Word Count: 48,000

SEASON ONE.

Chapter 1: Them That Mourn.

Chapter 2: No More Songs.

Chapter 3: My Brave Girl.

Chapter 4: Not Quite Yet.

Chapter 5: Black Out Days.

Chapter 6: Angels and Devils.

Chapter 7: Nothing's Ever Ours.

Chapter 8: In Sheep's Clothing.

Chapter 9: Rest In Piece.

SEASON TWO.

Chapter 10: Play Stupid Games.

Chapter 11: Win Stupid Prizes.

Chapter 12: Daddy Dearest.

Chapter 13: A Plan And An Execution

Chapter 14: If Heaven Weren't A Lie.

Chapter 15: Mockingbird.

Chapter 16: Custody Battles.

Chapter 17: Every Corner.

Chapter 18: Custody Battles, Part II.

Chapter 19: Dreams Don't Go Unpunished.

Chapter 20: And Still Very Beautiful.

Chapter 21: Thoughts and Prayers

Chapter 22: Growing Pains.

Chapter 23: The Type Meant for Dying.

Chapter 24: Church and State

Chapter 25: And The Type That Ain't.

Chapter 26: The Last Sunday on Earth.

Chapter 27: A New Life, Pursued.

Chapter 28: These Old Homes.

SEASON THREE.

Chapter 29: From Little Seeds.

Chapter 30: Red Handed.

Chapter 31: Maturity.

Chapter 32: The Best of Us.

Chapter 33: Picket Fences.

Chapter 34: Fresh Air.

Chapter 35: A Short Walk.

Chapter 36: Paradise.

Chapter 37: A Piece of Me.

Chapter 38: Heroes, Old and New.

[whoiwanttoday]

Hey guys, it is @wildflagsure birthday today and last night she demanded I make a "really good" post for her for her birthday. She can't help it, she's from Greece but lives in the UK and what I have heard is immigrants there are always coming in and demanding things, it's why as a country they decided to set their economy on fire, because if you make your little island completely unlivable then no one will want to move there. Not that tactic I would have taken but then I try not be a hateful bigot, so who am I to talk? Anyway, besides blaming @wildflagsure for all of England's problems (and like… where was she when they lost the Empire? She can't account for her whereabouts) I do want to celebrate her birthday. By talking about myself. I mean, it is my blog, I tagged her twice, I am not sure how much more giving a person can be. I'll drive literally tens of people to her dead blog. Anyway, my favorite thought about Andi, which I will call her from here out because first I am tired of tagging and second I think it looks cooler with the E not on it but also it's short for Antigone and I can change a T to a D for a friend but I'll be dead and buried before I leave off the apostrophe if you insist on shortening Antigone to Anti'e. Anyway, my favorite thought is when she was doing a small radio show live (and doing it wrong, rather than use the service that paid for the songs rights they just played shit off of spotify because literally no one cared) I used to listen every week cause it was fun to support her but also she likes good music. There was a listener request form and I used to submit requests. I did this for a few reasons. One, I learned on tumblr every single person in the world wants more asks. It is exciting and makes them feel special. Also, by sending multiple requests or messages a show it meant they would seem very popular to other listeners and you know, fake it till you make it, that way everyone else would go, "Wow, these guys must be more famous than I realized. I should tell my friends to listen and also send in requests". And then, obviously, I like to control women and tell them what to do, so it was a real rush to send in a song title and then make her do it. Anyway, there was a time when the person she did it with referred to me as, "Our fan". And that got a snap back of, "Actually, is MY friend". It was very defensive and I appreciated that in part it came from the fact that her cohost was trying to diminish me in a way that person liked to do and Andi was willing to stand up and protect me even though honestly, I didn't care. She did, that mattered. I mean, there was a lot going on there because her cohost was one of those lowkey monsters you meet in your late teens and early 20's who you find compelling because you are too young to know better but also because you are insecure and the fact that they have absolutely no moral center is appealing because it sure must be nice to not be insecure and upset and worried about things all the time. Andi eventually moved on, don't worry. Actually, it's really cool to see that she has matured into just a totally cool as fuck lesbian bad ass. I mean, she was always those things but now she has the confidence and a really cool life that she always was going to have but I bet she was unaware of. Like, she has her own place, she has a hot girlfriend, she eats cool meals, and she can get you any drugs you want. It's pretty cool.

Anyway, today I am posting Georgia Ellenwood because in my experience Andi loves Olympic Athletes. She always goes on that she's glad someone is honoring Zeus properly. Now, sadly, Georgia Ellenwood is not going to the Olympics this year because she is still recovering from an injury. That kind of thing is always sad, athletes only have so many chances but I think she has a good future ahead of her even outside of sports because she is charming and friendly and well… looks like she does. It's not hard to imagine her being successful doing other things. And even if she felt like a good pick today because even if she isn't going to the Olympics I am willing to bet @wildflagsure would be willing to burn down a second island nation to sleep with her. Today I want to fuck Georgia Ellenwood.

[sugarcoated-lame]

tag game

rules: pick a song for every letter of your url and tag that many people.

thank you so much for the tag my lovely angel @sebsxphia 🥰💗🧡💗💕

s: summer’s here - sun room

u: under control - the strokes

g: georgia - phoebe bridgers

a: audrey (spending all my time with you) - the shacks

r: racetrack - beach bunny

c: crimewave - crystal castles

o: oh! - the linda lindas

a: adam - adult mom

t: time (cool version) - the vernes

e: edge of town - middle kids

d: date night - father john misty

l: let’s find an out - snail mail

a: apple cider, i don’t mind - modern baseball

m: mission to mars - rainbow kitten surprise

e: everybody’s gonna love somebody - alfie templeton

no pressure tags: @hangmanssunnies @joelsgreys @emeraldmoth @undrthelights @roosterbruiser @mothdruid @fairyheart @floydsglasses @floydsmuse @joelshoney @joelsgreenflannel @vee-bees-blog @bobfloydssunnies @alwaysmicado @rhettabbotts @catb-fics @attaboylew @freelancearsonist @just-in-case-iloveyou @darkblue-tennesseee @midnightraain @swiftispunk @pascalpvnk @teacupsandtopgun @gracieheartspedro @joels-shitty-puns @silk-spun @ryebecca and leaving the tags open for anyone else who wants to participate 🥰🧡

[aziraphales-library]

I've been watching All Creatures Great and Small (the original with Georgia Tennent's father thank you very much) with my family lately and it's given me a craving for ineffable vets. I know there's a few floating around. Thank you so much in advance! This blog is truly a Someonesend :D

You might be interested in some of the fics on our #animals tag, so check that out. Here are some where one of them in a vet (and one with a pet shop owner, but it's a similar theme)...

Demonic Pet Rescue by Caedmon (G)

When Aziraphale finds a litter of stray kittens in the alley behind his shop, he needs to take them somewhere safe. He takes them to the nearest shelter, where he meets a handsome man taking care of all the cats...

You Just Want Attention by BooknerdMiss (G)

Aziraphale is renting out his second bedroom to university student Anathema Device and her two dogs. After noticing one of the dogs exhibiting some strange behavior, he takes the pup to the vet, where he meets Dr. Crowley. Human AU. Meet-cute. (And Inspired by true events.)

Fur Get Me Not by bisasterdi (T)

Crowley's been doing just fine since he left London for a slower and quieter life in the country. He's the owner of a pet shop in a small village, spending his days in the shop helping people and their pets and his evenings...well, his evenings are quiet. It's all going fine, and then Adam Young bursts through the door to his shop, his godfather Aziraphale struggling to keep up. Up until the day he first met Aziraphale, Crowley thought he'd live out the rest of his days in solitude. Now? He's not so sure that's what he wants anymore. Written for the GO-Events Good AUmens AU Fest, to the prompt "Pet Shop".

eden animal hospital by jupiterjazzpartii (T)

Crowley doesn't need this cat. He doesn't need a crush on his cute vet, either.

My Dearest Darling by elf_on_the_shelf (E)

When Crowley first started his day he had no idea that his whole life would be completely upended like that and yet here we are. A couple of hours later and he is now a proud cat owner and in possession of another man's phone number. The cutest, most adorable man Crowley had ever laid eyes on. What is a poor sod to do but have a complete meltdown?

- Mod D

[abnomi]

hey i LVOE your tags and how extensive they are like. "wreck yeah (heck yeah but wreck it ralph version)" "WHO GOES IN THE STEW FIRST" etc you're so silly fr and i saw u wanted dialogue/writing tips. i recommend: collecting mannerisms and vocabulary of characters. keep a library in a document somewhere. for e,g: vanellope says "doy!" when somebody asks a question she perceives as dumb and having an obvious answer, felix says "jimminy jamminy!" a lot in exclamation. felix's voice actor grew up in Georgia, so you can probably look up " georgia US slang" and find some reasonable extensions to the character's vocabulary. u might be able to do this for other voice actors too idk. calhoun uses pretty specific phrases, but she may have picked those up from the military-type setting she works in. and for general character writing, i believe it's helpful to write down a rough idea of who the character is, their positive and negative traits, habits, beliefs, etc- why they behave in this way (and how this affects them), an incident that challenges the way they are, and then what they choose to do about it and why (whether they choose to change or not, for better or for worse). anyway hope some of this was helpful :3c

THANK YOU SO MUUCH FOR THIS ENTIRE ASK I APPRECIATE IT A LOTTT 🥹🥹🥹 <3

i especially love the advice about looking into the voice actors themselves more and how their background impacts the voice of their character!! ive done stuff a little similar to that before, but I haven't thought of this idea in particular yet :-D!!

ohh and the character writing tips in general are so good tooo, I LOVE CHARACTER EXPLORATION!!!!!! gets me motivated to write already ^__^ im sure other people will find these tips very useful as well!!

Picture of me prancing in joy:

[ingravinoveritas]

Is there any consensus or speculation on whether D & M have been intimate? I've always gotten the sense that they have and their wives know about it. Having worked in the film industry for a decade, I have witnessed these open secrets first hand. And a little part of me hopes these 2 have 'connected' in a physical way.

Hi there! Well, you've very much come to the right place. Haha. My blog has pretty much been speculation galore for the past four years as to whether David and Michael have been intimate. My #ineffable lovers tag is probably the broadest in terms of my thoughts on Michael and David potentially being together (said tag originated from Michael calling David his lover in 2019, and I basically haven't been able to not think that they've hooked up ever since). For something more specific, you may want to check out my timeline of the polyamorous dynamic between Michael, David, and Georgia and how this has evolved over the past few years to strongly suggest that such an arrangement is, in fact, in place.

One tiny point of clarification, however, because you will notice that Anna is not included in the timeline post, and I keep seeing people make this assumption and it's slowly driving me crazy: Michael is not married. Anna is his girlfriend, but they are not married and never have been. So to your point of her knowing about it, I fully believe that is the case, but that the dynamic with her, Michael, and David is vastly different (and not nearly as amiable) as the one with Michael, David, and Georgia.

I am intrigued by your mention of working in the film industry, and of witnessing similar 'open secrets' in action. I have also strongly had the vibe of whatever is between Michael and David being an open secret, especially given how often they keep popping up on each other's television appearances and how mentioning one when the other isn't there seems to be a repeated and deliberate occurrence. So I would certainly be interested to hear any other insights you might have in this particular area, if you're at all inclined to share.

But to your last sentence...boy, am I with you there. Obviously, there are all kinds of relationships and dynamics and not everything has to necessarily be sexual, but there is such an incredible component of physical attraction to whatever is between Michael and David that it seems nearly impossible to think they wouldn't have connected in that way by now. There's also the fact that we know they have kissed on screen, but the evidence of their off-screen attraction is plentiful: Michael calling David's hips slinky (twice), talking about David's "sylph-like" chest, calling David the "thin dark Duke" and how he made the decision to touch his chest in a scene in GO 2, David putting his arm around Michael, David leaning/melting into Michael when Michael had his arm around David's waist...it just goes on and on.

So yes, I have speculated greatly about all of this for some time now, and it seems that recently a lot of other folks are starting to see that there is something special between Michael and David and asking questions of their own. Glad to have you here on my blog to keep the conversation going!

[boygiwrites]

Harley D. Dixon 1

• Gen Tags. Found family, Daddy issues, Hurt and comfort, Gore.

• Summary. Harley D. Dixon is a tough yet sweet little girl who until the dead started eating the living, thought she had seen it all. Alongside a mismatched group of survivors in rural Georgia, Harley and her Dad are forced to leave their small life behind and learn how to survive all over again through the horrors of the apocalypse.

An amazing edit inspired by this story! (Cred to Cora_Line99) Harley D. Dixon's Pinterest Board! Harley D. Dixon's Playlist!

📖Chapter List.

❤️Cross-Posted from Ao3.

Author's Note. Here we gooo! Argh, I'm so excited.

I've been wanting to write something like this for a long, long time. I've read just about every 'Daryl has a daughter' story out there, and now I've finally got my own to share. I just love Daryl, and Daryl with a kid is a whole other thing. We all know he wouldn't be the perfect parent, so you bet I'm gonna play right into that. He's gonna swear, he's gonna be strict, and he's gonna mess up. As for Harley (Yes, as in the motorcycle brand), I love her too. So ready to write her.

This story will cover the general plot of the show. To keep things fresh, I've made sure that almost every canon scene has undergone at least one small change. Plus, of course, many new scenes. Occasionally, I'll make bigger changes just to keep you on your feet! Nobody's safe! I'm also gonna be expanding on all the characters. And lastly — FOUND FAMILY! Piles and piles and piles of found family, eventually. I live for found family.

Please enjoy reading! :)

My Uncle Merle died today.

I'm sitting in a crinkly green camping chair, watching embers die.

I don't wanna think about my Uncle right now, so I think about something else.

The fire was built last night by Glenn and Morales. Then Lori came along this morning very quietly and made it alive again with logs and wads of notebook paper. Thinking about facts is easy. It's like sucking on a plain candy that tastes like nothing. There's a navy-blue blanket across my lap with three holes in it, perfect for nibbling, poking, and ripping. Dale gave it to me when the cold settled in this afternoon. He told me he reckons it's around June, as he covered my shoulders, which used to be his niece's birthday.

He says she looked a little like me. That means she's dead. So many people are dead, now.

A thin log in the campfire cracks and tumbles over after trying to stay upright all morning. I hope I don't look like that log.

I can hear Officer Rick approaching. My stomach becomes a stone.

I can tell it's Rick because he's got one of them power walks that you can hear coming from a mile away, which I think makes him pretty stupid. He's loud, and loud is dangerous, and dangerous is stupid. My Dad's not like that. Unless he's angry or running, ain't nobody hearing my Dad coming; especially not no squirrels.

He's almost as big as my Grandpappy Dixon, who people used to say was as big as a house, and he wears super heavy boots from a hunting store near our house — but he's still not loud, or dangerous, or stupid. Not like Officer Rick.

"Hey, Harley."

I think I hate Officer Rick. I think I hate everyone.

And I think I might be crying now, too. I focus on twirling the blanket strings around my finger so I have something very simple to think about, which is that it hurts real bad when I twist it tight. I see Rick crouch down in front of me. He takes a while to say anything else, and it's prolly 'cause he's tryna be real careful, so he don't make me cry even more.

If my Dad weren't out hunting, he'd prolly slap Rick and everybody else that's tried badgering me today dead for tryna do his job for him. I feel like, just by sitting here, I'm disobeying him. Rick ain't my Daddy.

"We, uh..." He clears his throat. "Me and Lori, and some other folks are uh... Well, we're all a little worried about you, honey, okay?"

I imagine a small group of folks gathered by the RV right now, watching me and Rick; wondering if he's gonna be the one to get through to me.

I'm worried for when my Daddy comes back. When he finds out about Uncle Merle, he's gonna be fuming. He's gonna be like one of them cartoon characters with the bright red faces and the smoke comin' outta their ears, stomping all around, and he's prolly gonna kill somebody. It's prolly gonna be Rick. He always told me cops are bastard liars, and that they can't help us.

I look up at Rick. Yep, I've been crying.

Rick's all blurry, but I can still make out his ugly Sheriff's badge and his scary blue eyes and his frowning eyebrows that look like clenched fists, and I can tell he's been waiting to be the one to talk to me. I bet he thinks it makes him better than everyone else; better than my Uncle Merle, who he left to die just 'cause he ain't like him. I wanna kick Rick right in the face. I think he knows this, but he doesn't move.

"First off, I wanna say that I'm sorry about what happened to your Uncle Merle." Rick says all nice and gentle.

Nothin' happened to him.

It weren't no freak accident, which is what Uncle Merle used to say happened to my Momma.

Rick killed him.

"I know he meant a lot to you. And I'm sorry. If I had'a known he had a niece to come back to, maybe I woulda been a little wiser with my decision makin'. But Harley," He tilts his head and puts a hand on my knee for this part. "You gotta know, like I know, that your Uncle was a danger to us all."

There's a little angry parasite inside of me. It's been growing and growing ever since the group came back from Atlanta, and I couldn't find my Uncle Merle in the crowd. I've never noticed my Uncle Merle so much than when I realised he wasn't there. It was like there was the wrong amount of space left in the air and Rick was taking up the too much of it. Ever since the cars showed up, everything has been wrong, wrong, wrong.

Ever since Rick showed up.

"If I hadn't stepped in when and how I did," Rick says, "Your Uncle wouldda gotten us all in a lotta trouble."

Another log crumbles in the campfire. My finger aches and pulses around the string.

That hungry little parasite — hungry for Rick to hurt like I'm hurting, needing it more than anything — makes me tell him, "I wish he did." And again, because it feels good. Rick becomes even more blurry, as my voice makes an embarrassing hicking noise. "I wish you died."

I expect to be hit. That's what happens sometimes, when little girls don't know their place.

Tellin' adults I want them dead — That ain't my place. And I know it. I just don't care.

My Uncle Merle wasn't a danger, he was just Uncle Merle; Has been since I could talk. He used to feed me bits of his sandwich out on the deck back at home, like the tomato, 'cause he ain't like the taste. He used to fix my bike when it was broken. He used to make sure I was the first one to open presents at Christmas, and help me wrestle the wrapping when there was too much tape. He used to pull my wobbly baby teeth out for me and let me outside without shoes. He wasn't mean, or bad, or loud, or dangerous, or stupid; at least not always. He wasn't the one that got my Momma killed. He was good. And now he'd dead.

If someone had to die, I wish it had'a been Rick — Stupid, noisy, idiot Rick who ain't shed one single tear after what he done to my Uncle Merle.

I wanna get hit. I want him to hit me so bad that I'm allowed to hit him back.

"Okay." Rick says, and I can't breathe.

I feel like everything goes silent throughout camp, like the chairs and the cars and the people are all holding their breaths like I am. He actually looks a little sad, which feels really, really bad, because I wanna be angry.

"Okay. That's okay."

But as I think about my Uncle Merle, and the tomatoes, and my old bike, and what Christmas used to feel like, and my Daddy, and how he ain't even know about Merle yet, I realise I'm just really, really sad.

I can't even see Rick anymore, my eyes are so watery. My whole body hurts from being sad. I feel like I'm sick and I need to go to the doctor, but I don't even know what for. There aren't even any doctors here. Just two bastard liar cops, some campers, and a space where my Uncle Merle should be.

I think, after a while, Rick leaves.

My Dad still keeps his wallet.

It's in a backpack under his sleeping cot. He says that everything inside that bag will keep us alive some day, if we ever need to leave the quarry camp. He said I need to know exactly where it is so that I can grab it if he can't. He showed me everything the night we got here, because he forced me to, because it's important. The other kids don't learn stuff like this from their parents. It makes me feel smart. I'm in on a secret. He showed me the bug spray, which keeps our skin healthy from bug diseases, and he showed me the flashlight, which has two batteries and a big black button. He showed me the compass, the box of matches, the big knife, the little knife, the rope, and the map. It's like a Jenga tower. If we lose even one thing from the backpack; everything topples, and we die — I die. You gotta listen t'me, chicken. My Daddy's always been like this.

But the wallet made no sense.

We don't gotta pay taxes no more, like Merle said. I don't know what taxes are, except they're bad, and gone, and nobody liked them anyway. And I saw my Dad burn all his money in a campfire one night, so it can't be that.

It's the pictures, Dad told me. He flipped it open like a book, and we looked at 'em together on top of his sleeping bag. I felt like crying for a second because we forgot all my storybooks when we left our house, but Daddy hates it when I cry, so I dried up. Crying is for babies, and I'm a big girl. He showed me a photo of an actual baby, and after he touched the baby's face with his fingertip, he said the baby was me. I didn't think I could look like that. He stopped talking for a while. I listened to the cicadas in the trees to pass the time while he touched the photo. Then it was bedtime.

I'm looking at the photo now, waiting for him to get back.

I was a very pink baby. I was only the size of his forearm, which in the photo, hasn't been tattooed yet. The tattoo of my name is missing, which goes up his wrist in curly letters. Harley Davidson Dixon. It's the name of a motorcycle. The tattoo of the skull and the bleeding angel are missing, too. He's fixing my baby blanket around my chin. I guess he's been doing that since the day I was born. Every night, at least up until last week, my Dad tucks me into bed and sings me the same song. Hush little baby, don't say a word. Daddy's gonna buy you a mockingbird. I like his voice when he sings to me. Usually, he's yelling, or grumblin', but in those twenty seconds before I have to go to sleep, and nobody else is listening, he's softly whispering the lyrics to me, and touching on my ears and my cheeks. In the photo, he's crying down into his smiling mouth. That's something he doesn't do anymore.

The next photo is of us at the zoo. I know it was taken on one of the weekends I was at my Dad's house, because my Momma's not in this one. Just my Dad and two of his friends, I think, who are throwing rock star hands in the air. I'm wearing a black shirt with a videogame character on it that my Dad likes, and brown pants. I'm sitting on my Dad's hip as we pose in front of three giant elephants. My Dad's got a tiny purple backpack over his shoulder that makes him look sorta funny. It used to be mine. I'm looking at the elephant's long, silly-straw trunk as it tries to sniff us, but my Daddy's lookin' at me. I wish I remembered this day.

The third photo is a school photo with a swirly blue background. I remember this one. My Momma did my hair that day.

I know why he keeps his wallet, now. Just like how we need the bug spray, and the matches, and the rope, and the knives, and the map, and the flashlight to stay alive — I think my Dad needs these photos. They won't keep him warm or stop bugs from chewing on him, but he needs them.

I shove the wallet back where I found it, 'cause I'm not meant to be goin' through my Dad's things.

My Dad comes back while I'm vomiting under a tree.

At first, he doesn't see me. He calls for me to come get my little butt over there, so I can help him and Uncle Merle stew up some rabbits for dinner but when he hears me retch, he comes running over. I hear his crossbow drop and some more people call after him.

One minute, Lori and Amy are holding back my hair and patting my shoulders the best they can, and the next, my Daddy's forcing his way in. I'm rocking and I'm swaying like I'm on a life raft in the ocean, and I can hear Rick's voice and then Shane's and then Dale's. My Dad grabs the back of my neck and squeezes it, the way Lori and Amy would never know how to do, and tells me to lean forward some more. It works. I vomit up a chunky puddle of peaches and jerky into the dirt.

Then, I'm empty, and I'm crying — crying hard — into my Dad's lap.

"Someone wanna tell me what the Hell's goin' on here?" He snarls at whoever's around.

Feels like half the camp is here.

"How 'bout we all just try—" Shane's suggesting, but my Dad cuts him off.

"How 'bout ya'll just spit it out? And where the Hell's my brother?"

That makes me bury deeper into my Dad's legs, moaning and hiccupping. He puts a hand over my head. He's clocked the problem.

"Where the Hell's my damn brother?"

"Look, Daryl," Shane levels, "I'm just gonna come out and say it, alright? There was a problem in Atlanta."

My Dad's panting, now. "What fuckin' 'problem'?"

"Listen—"

"He dead?" Underneath me, my Dad's muscles are lurching and stopping, lurching and stopping, like he wants so much to just jump up and knock Shane to the ground, but he won't bring himself to leave me. The camp has gone completely silent.

Shane stammers. I've never heard Shane stammer. "We're— We're not sure."

The silence just keeps on goin' and goin' and goin', and somehow, it's even scarier than the yelling.

"There's no easy way to say this," Rick says, voice lowered. I wonder what my Dad looks like; if I was right about the cartoon thing.

Dad presses my head further into his stomach. "Who're you?"

"Rick Grimes."

"'Rick Grimes'." He spits, like it's an insult. It is. Bastard cop liar. "You got sum' you wanna tell me?"

"Your brother was a danger to us all." Lies Rick. "So I handcuffed him on a roof; Hooked him to a piece of metal. He's still there."

After he says this, something in the air must have changed; something must have snapped without even makin' a sound, because Lori's whispering to me that I should follow her back to camp, like we're running out of time. She tries to pull me away, but I kick her; kick her hard, in the shin. She tries again. I realise she's trying to separate me from my Dad. Then, I realise he's sorta shaking. Lurching, stopping, lurching stopping. Silence, silence.

"Lemme get this straight." Dad whispers, and it's not the nice kind, like when he sings. "You're tellin' me that you handcuffed my brother to a roof."

Glenn's pulling at me now, too. Nobody else moves a muscle.

"And you left him there?!"

This time, he lurches and he doesn't stop. Glenn catches me as I'm flung from my Daddy's hip, and he passes me off to Lori as Dad goes lunging at Rick. The brown pebbles go flying up into the air. My Dad tackles Rick at the waist, and they crash into the leaves and the twigs, and his fist — The one with my birth date tattooed on each knuckle — goes smack, smack, smack, into Rick's cheek. There's yelling; scrambling. Glenn and Shane pull my Dad off of Rick, and that smacking sound stops. Dad beats Shane offa him and then, — 

"Watch the knife!" T-Dog yells. Now there's a swishing sound, and grunting sounds, and I was right — My Daddy's gonna kill Rick.

My Daddy's killed someone before. He did it on accident, 'cause he got so angry that he didn't stop until the guy was dead and gone, which means that it was aggravated manslaughter. It was in the afternoon, just like it is right now, and I was playin' in the front yard in the sprinklers. My Dad and Uncle Merle were in the open garage, smoking and poking at their bikes with tools. Ronnie lived two trailers down. I was small, and easy to pick up, so I don't remember much, but Ronnie snatched me up right there in the yard. My Daddy says he was gon' take me. But he didn't let him. Ronnie got chased into the woods, and for two days, my Daddy and Uncle Merle searched for him. Then they beat him so bad his Momma ain't recognise him when the ambulance people dragged him out in a big black bag, and the cops took my Daddy away while the sun rose. I wasn't allowed to see him for four and a half years.

I need my Dad. Suddenly, I'm shrieking at him to stop, even though I want Rick dead so bad. By now, Shane's got my Dad in a chokehold up against a tree. Are he and Rick allowed to take my Daddy away? Lori and — I think that's Amy — are shushin' me, but I just keep hittin' on them and shouting.

I writhe in the dirt. "Stop! Daddy!"

"Damn pigs!" Dad growls. "You're stressin' out my kid, now! Lemme the Hell go!"

Shane laughs. "Nah, I think it's better if I don't." Then he turns to Lori, because what my Dad said is true. "Get Harley out of here."

I don't let her move me when she tries.

Dad struggles. "Chokehold's illegal, bastard!"

"You can file a complaint later." Shane scoffs. "We got all day here."

Rick steals my Dad's knife off the ground and gets in his face. His cheek is all red and purple. The fight's over. "What I did was not on a whim," He tells my Dad straight. "Your brother does not work and play well with others. I did what had to be done in the moment, to keep us all alive."

He's lyin'. He's lyin' again. My Uncle Merle chopped these people's firewood and brought them meat. He worked well.

My Dad shoots out a foot to try hit Rick in the crotch. He misses. Shane pushes his face harder into the tree.

"It's not Rick's fault." T-Dog holds up his hands, coming close. "It's mine. I had the key. I dropped it."

"You couldn't pick it up?" Dad sasses.

"It fell in a drain." T-Dog serves up this answer like it means anything at all. I hate him.

"If that's 'posed to make me feel better, it don't." 

"Well, maybe this will." T-Dog's lookin' at me, now, too. "The door to the roof — I locked it with a padlock so the geeks couldn't get to him. There's a good chance he's still alive."

I heard this all before, when all them people kept coming up to me at the campfire. Lori told me to get some food in my stomach; the peaches and jerky. Shane tried to make me go play with Carl. T-Dog said sorry over and over again. Dale gave me the blanket. Rick made me cry. I know how this goes, though. Gettin' someone killed and killin' them with your actual hands are the same thing. I know that.

"To Hell with all'a ya'll!"

He shakes Shane off and beelines for me. He takes me from Lori with bloodied hands — Rick's blood — and I let him yank me by the back of my shirt to my feet, and I fall into his chest when he crouches. His breath is heavy on my neck. Even his skin is hot.

Lori's pale as an egg. I think she's scared of my Dad.

He takes a big breath, stands up, and drags me by the hand back to our tent without sayin' another word.

[prismatica-the-strange]

You know I had to do it. Meet:

Loveday Woodard

Picrew

Originally from Vermont, she was on a road trip with a couple friends, Kristie and Harper, down near Tampa when the world came to a shuddering halt.

Knowing her folks could survive about anything and might be alive up home, they grab a school bus, load it with whatever supplies they can get their hands on and start the journey north.

They keep a surplus of gas a d convert most of the bus to a living situation, looting as they go.

They get stuck over the first winter, but Georgia winters have nothing on Vermont ones, so they ride it out in relative comfort until they can get moving again.

They take a wrong turn and end up at a familiar Prison.

What happens when she catches the attention of one Daryl Dixon? How does a hick from the south handle a hick from the north when she starts to worm her way into his heart?

Link

Tag: The End of the World as We Know It

[talesofsorrowandofruin]

OC Outfit Tag

Thanks for tagging me, @willtheweaver! :D

I'll do this for Abi from The Power and the Glory (I based Saoridhian clothes on real outfits, mainly traditional dress from Georgia and other countries in the Caucasus, so that's reflected here):

(All photos from Pinterest)

Tagging @theimperiumchronicles, @author-a-holmes, @writingingraves, and anyone else who wants to do this! :D

[fightingalgth8rs]

I have already sent a similar ask to @dtmsrpfcringe but she didn't reply and I can understand why.

But I wanted the fandom especially the "antis" to be aware of this. As I mentioned in my previous ask if you think that you've seen the worst face of the tinhatters then you need to look again. If you refer to some posts from 2010/ 2011 from these people's blogs especially the Georgia hating blogs you'll find (and trigger warning here because this can be distressing) you'll find them speculating that there's some kind of s3xu! relationship going on btw DT and Ty the then 4 or 5 yr old that D went on to adopt.

The level of delusion and cringe is appalling and I'm no expert but these are tell tale signs of a dirty, deranged, sick criminal mind.

Ok. Holy fckn fck. This is disturbing. I have no words for this. You've said what needed to be said anon.

This is why it is important to steer clear from these people. And here is proof that this disgusting mindset didn't just start with the Sheenant rpf. It's existed long before that and we need to make sure people don't get hurt by this.

I don't know what my co admin @sakuranova07 has to say about this but this is all I can say.

Remember anon if you ever feel scared, threatened or uncomfortable bcs of these people don't hesitate to talk to me about it. We are all here for each other to help us feel better in the wake of this fckery.

🌞 Meena. x

(Nova here: added tw in the tags)

[onceinalifetimexperiencebuttwice]

oh yeah BTW, idr who I sent my last ask is, so I'm gonna tag it as my state blog, but I was the one who said they liked your profile picture and said I used to have one of those lil bugs

I found it yesterday :D

I can send you a picture of it when I get home

– @the-state-of-georgia-official

:o yesssssss

[marvelsfavoriteuncle]

Thunderbolts* Extra Cast

~ Jason ‘JJ’ Underwood

Titles: Lieutenant Woods, Spartan, Verdant etc

After finding out that Bucky was going to be working for Val due to getting a job within the surface area of their skill set, he was contemplating on getting a cut of the salary himself.

He knew Liz would kill him and some of his friends would talk him out of it, but he willing to look into the matter. Heck, he wouldn’t be surprised if someone else decided to take the opportunity as well.

Contract negotiations, gathering intel using his weapons, undercover investigations, shootings down targets and going unpunished for the job, not too bad.

He has done work similar like that before one point in his life, where he was considered a HitMan, to some degree for a short period of time. Not his favorite part, having done a few contract kills but he did it.

However before he could even make a decision, he got a call from an old ally that there was a targeted group of mischief running rampant down the road in Atlanta, Georgia. His first response was that it was Liane, Rick and Luna causing mayhem again—but then he remembered they were at home with him.

“Ah shit…” he muttered getting more of the description of the situation and the location.

Soon enough, he found himself in Val’s room getting tangled in a pile of offers and uses, watching the woman trying to pull the strings here. He stood his ground and shook his head unfazed saying, he’ll go in for one trip only, get paid for the job and get out.

The woman scoffed but smirked immediately, knowing that she can use him for the sake of getting an attack ordered.

Of course, Jason rolled his eyes hearing about John Walker and snickering knowing he can try to scare the man by his entrance. The others he was actually intrigued by, having heard of and encountered the others before such as—Ghost and Yelena.

Imagine John Walkers face when bullets started ramming against the windows of the car and he was screaming at Alexei, only to find the person shooting was Jason Underwood ;)

And then Bucky added the cherry on top by blasting the car. It was priceless.

——

This was random I know but let me know what you think 💭

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[me1-atonin]

saw a ship poll by @aledradio and knew i had to make a friendship one :D