#protect the children

[im-not-just-physical]

protect all the therian pups, cubs, kittens, kits, calves, fawns, chicks, hatchlings, infants and babies!🐾

[walkingtalkingsomething]

well hell, i was side eyeing will like crazy, but i guess we all owe him a thank you for getting the ball rolling 🤭

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things between you and daryl had finally settled back into place.

he wasn’t avoiding you anymore. he wasn’t shutting you out—whatever had shifted between you after that fight had settled into something else. something easier.

it didn’t mean you suddenly had him figured out, though. daryl was still daryl. still guarded, still impossible to read sometimes—but at least you weren’t walking around wondering what the hell he was thinking every second of the day. that alone was a relief.

and that’s how you found yourself at the gas station again, wiping down the counter when the bell over the door jingled. you glanced up, expecting your usual type of customers—greasy truckers or some old man looking for smokes—but instead, you saw a familiar face from high school.

“holy shit,” a voice called, eyes locked onto you. “(y/n)?”

your brows furrowed for half a second before it clicked.

“will?”

will johnson had been in your class since freshman year, but you hadn’t seen him much since graduation. he had always been the golden boy—popular, charismatic, the kind of guy everyone seemed to gravitate toward. and you weren’t popular by any means, but surprisingly, you never had an issue with will. it was always civil and polite between the two of you.

you tilted your head, offering a small smile. “damn, johnson, didn’t think i’d be seeing you around here after graduation.”

he laughed, leaning against the counter. “yeah, man. been a while, huh. you still livin’ out at the trailer park?”

you smirked. “sure am.”

both you and daryl had always been known as the trailer park kids—normally bottom of the social ladder, but it didn’t bother you. you had too many good memories of the trailer park that outweighed the bad ones. even though getting out would be ideal, life was just too damn expensive.

“some things never change,” he said, shaking his head with a grin. “anyway, me and some of the old crew are throwin’ a party tonight. you should come.”

his fingers tapped against the counter, curious eyes on you as he awaited your answer.

you raised an eyebrow. “a party?”

“yeah, like old times. bonfire, booze, all that good shit.” he shot you a knowing look. “you look like you could use a good time, (y/n).”

you scoffed, but before you could say no, he added, “bring whoever you want. it’ll be fun.”

you sighed, tossing your rag onto the counter. “alright, alright. maybe.”

will just grinned. “i’ll take that as a yes. starts at eight—out by the lake.”

you shook your head as he left, already second-guessing your decision. it had been a while since you’d been to a party with others from your high school, but how bad could it be? it was an excuse to get drunk, and you had no other plans.

by the time your shift ended and you were heading back to the trailer park, you had already made up your mind.

now you just had to convince daryl.

when you got back, daryl was outside, working on his bike again, a cigarette hanging from his lips, grease smeared on his fingers and cheek.

he looked like something out of a movie like this, sleeves rolled up, hands rough and calloused as they worked over metal. you should’ve been used to it by now, but sometimes it still caught you off guard—how easily he could look like he belonged in a different life, one where he didn’t have to scrape by.

you didn’t let yourself think about that for too long.

“hey,” you greeted, the sweet tone already lacing your voice. it usually worked when you had to convince daryl to do something he didn’t want to. “got any plans tonight?”

daryl glanced up, narrowing his eyes slightly. he knew that tone. you were up to something.

“why?”

you smirked, bouncing on your toes a little. “because we got invited to a party.”

he exhaled a short laugh, though it sounded more like a snort, shaking his head. “yeah, no thanks.”

you groaned, stepping closer. “it won’t kill you to have fun for once.”

“ain’t my kinda scene. you know that.”

and you did know that. daryl didn’t do crowds. he didn’t do small talk, forced conversations, or pretending to be interested in people he’d rather avoid. but you also knew he had a hard time saying no to you, even when he wanted to.

you tilted your head, an eyebrow raised. “what, you scared or something?”

daryl’s jaw ticked. you had him.

he stood up, wiping his hands on his jeans. “you’re so full of shit, you know that?”

you grinned, pleased with yourself. “so, that’s a yes?”

he shook his head, exasperated. “it’s a fine.”

“see? that wasn’t so hard. now, go shower,” you huffed, starting to shoo him away from his bike and towards his trailer, ignoring his protests and sounds of complaints.

the lake was already packed by the time you arrived. music blasted from someone’s truck, laughter ringing through the air, and the smell of smoke and beer filled the warm night.

daryl regretted saying yes the second he stepped out of the truck.

too many people. too much noise. it was already suffocating.

he kept close to you, like that would help. maybe it did, a little.

“(y/n)!” you heard will’s voice calling, weaving through the crowd. “you actually showed up!”

you laughed a little, shrugging. “told you i might.”

daryl didn’t miss the way will’s eyes flickered to him.

“and you brought dixon?”

he crossed his arms, already annoyed.

but you quickly waved a hand. “yeah, yeah. don’t give him shit. he’s already pissed i dragged him here.”

will nodded, rubbing the back of his neck. “fair enough. help yourself to whatever. we’ve got beer, whiskey—”

daryl grunted, cutting him off. will took the hint and walked away.

you reached into an esky, pulling out a beer and handing it to daryl before cracking open your own drink and leaning against a wooden fence.

his fingers brushed against yours for half a second. you probably didn’t even notice, but he did.

he always noticed.

“you havin’ fun yet?” you teased, nudging your foot against his.

he scoffed. “not exactly.”

you laughed, taking another sip. “well, i appreciate you humoring me.”

before he could think too hard about it, will called your name again, waving a bottle of whiskey. “c’mon, (y/n)! take a shot with me!”

daryl clenched his jaw.

he hated this guy.

before he could stop himself, his hand found your lower back.

you stiffened, just for a second, and daryl braced himself for you to pull away. but you didn’t.

when you turned slightly, he didn’t look at you. just kept his eyes on will.

will’s grin faltered.

when he finally walked away, daryl didn’t move his hand.

you turned to face him fully, eyes locked onto his. “daryl?”

he swallowed.

he didn’t think. he just did it.

his lips were on yours, sudden, rough, like he had been holding back for too damn long.

when he pulled back, breath uneven, fingers still pressing into your back, you whispered, “daryl…”

his voice was rough. “i don’t know what i’m doin’. but i know i don’t wanna see you with nobody else.”

your chest ached. “you could’ve just told me that, y’know?”

he huffed a quiet laugh. “ain’t that simple.”

but maybe, just maybe, it could be.

i’m so sorry this is so short but hiiii !! i finally deliver you guys chapter 5 which you have all been so patiently waiting for 🙂‍↕️ i really hope you enjoy it and as always, your support means everything to me so don’t forget to like, reblog, and comment !!!

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[reality-detective]

U.S. Marshals have started operations rescuing missing children worldwide. The operation center has been given more authority by Donald Trump to do whatever is necessary. 🤔

[sugas6thtooth]

[robocop1906]

Just going to the store for some milk

[anretoga]

Destined to lay down their lives for those they cherish in this isolated world.

[marzzapan]

(⚠️ EYESTRAIN WARNING ⚠️)

DEATH BEFORE DETRANSITION.

BREAK OUR CHAINS FROM FASCISM.

PROTECT OUR COMMUNITIES.

[bouncinghedgehog]

[dam-peace]

I can't remember if I mentioned this already or not, but now that the RO's from Alpha, Beta, Omega are fully grown adults. I will be accepting NSFW/smut asks/questions, etc. pertaining to the RO's within the game.

However, let me just say, whichever one of you f*cking weirdos that asked me for NSFW/smut content when the RO's were UNDERAGE. There is a special place in hell for you 😐

[dosesofcommonsense]

You don’t hear many of these stories, because the Corporate Media Machine wants you to feel isolated and alone. Most people believe and know that this is wrong AND shouldn’t be anywhere near kids.

[sugas6thtooth]

[hurricanehiatus]

I don't fuck with that Christianity shit because the people who have hurt me the most were christians who hurt me in the name of their god. So fuck them and fuck that.

[sellingmysoultopjoandmarauders]

Can we just talked about how fucked up it was that Percy had to be the one to tell Nico about Bianca. Like we must remember yes Nico was a kid but Percy was too. Mans was literally THIRTEEN. Just Percy having Nico yelling and being upset at him then finding out he was a child of Hades and having to keep that in for Nico's safety while Nico was resenting him. And look Percy didn't even promise, we can see at the start Percy is already not sure if he can make sure Biance will make it. So he doesn't actually promise. Also like in like battle of the labyrinth Percy having to see Nico go from a happy kid obsessed with a game for CHILDREN to see him become this depressed person who just wants his sister back and doesn't even care about mythomagic is heart wrenching. Point is: Percy and Nico make me want to vomit out my insides but I love them and dear God someone just give them both a hug (Me to them: 🫂)

[caitlinjohns77]

Some good news after reading stories of parents having their kids taken for not putting them through gender surgery and hormones