i don't even know why i did this to myself


did some facial ref practice with the vento aureo gang also @ davidpro part 5 when????


Ground control to Captain Andor, AKA the Rebelcaptain Astronaut AU no one ever asked me to make

The year is 2032. It’s the end of construction to extend the International Space Station with a top-of-the-line rotating habitat, bringing the old station into the new age of space travel. Captain Cassian Andor has been on a solo mission to the ISS to install the Key To Station Operations, an AI more commonly known as K-2SO, whose job it is to manage the newly expanded station, as well as assist the crew when necessary, enabling the entire station to be run by only one crew-member at a time. 

To put the new features to the test, Cassian is to leave the station in the hands of Jyn Erso, a British astronaut send in from the ESA. She arrives two days before Cassian’s planned departure to earth, and the widely different pair take an immediate dislike to each other.

Unfortunately for them both (or perhaps fortunately), due to a critical error in K’s programming, he accidentally ejects Cassian’s return pod five hours too soon. The capsule is sent floating off into space unmanned, and Cassian is stuck on the ISS with Jyn. His only option is to wait out Jyn’s two-month mission and take the planned descend back down with her. Suddenly, they need to somehow find a way to get along for a total of 64 days.

There’s room enough on the station for them to avoid each other most of the time, but for some reason they never do; instead they get in each other’s space, his hand on her elbow when he drifts by her, her eyes always finding his as the first thing when she enters a room. Cassian isn’t sure when the feel of her loose hair tickling his throat as she floats by stopped bothering him. Sometimes he’s not even sure if it ever really bothered him at all. Jyn doesn’t remember when she started thinking of Cassian’s discarded jackets left in her workspace as an annoyance and started seeing them as signs of the kind of life she tried to leave behind on earth, but now longs for.

Without realising it, they’ve both started closely orbiting each other as surely as the station itself is orbiting the earth.

By day 17, they’ve both privately begun to understand that maybe they aren’t as different from the other as they first thought. By day 34 nothing’s been done about it, but even two people as repressed as Jyn and Cassian will have to snap at some point when pushed together in such close quarters…

imagine steve and bucky escaping to the mountains. no civil war. imagine them canoeing on the lake, nothing but them and the slosh of water around their oars and their boat, the call of the loon distant and echoing. steve turning around every so often, like he still can’t believe that bucky is there, that he’s so lucky. imagine bucky pressing steve against the wall of their cabin, the setting sun shining on them. bucky kissing steve’s noises away, his metal hand gouging holes into the wood. steve laughing when he sees them, and it makes bucky laugh, too, and they kiss and laugh, young again, before stripping completely and running into the lake: bucky first, then steve.

imagine early mornings, frost still on the grass, the edges of the water glinting ice in the sunlight. both of them clad in denim jackets and cozy flannel, drinking steaming coffee with their hands intertwined on the porch railing. bucky looking over at steve and smiling, saying, “i love you,” a little forlorn like he’s making up for the seventy years he couldn’t say it. steve smiling back, setting his coffee down on the railing and cupping bucky’s jaw with his hand. saying, “i love you, too,” the warmth of his palm the warmest bucky’s felt in a long time. steve leaning in to let their noses brush, their lips, before properly kissing him and sliding his fingers into bucky’s hair. imagine steve pinning bucky to the rug on the hearth, clasping their hands together while the fire plays over them, flesh-and-metal, as they move together, unhurried, like the world is theirs.

and maybe it is: maybe time slows down for them, two lovers who could have been star-crossed but sidestepped it. maybe they deserve it, scratchy wool and the omnipresent smell of soot and smoke. imagine the sun rising and the sun setting. imagine neither of them giving a damn about ever going back, hands clasped on the wood, an entire mountain between them and who they were. there was a time when they would have moved those mountains for each other. now they don’t need to.

Tatiana Maslany really is everyone! 

multiotp  asked:

"I DON'T KNOW WHO YOU ARE ANY MORE!" "I DON'T RECOGNIZE MY SELF!" That's in all caps because I see it as screamed. Can you do that for boyf friends sorry I'm so awkward and used to being able to hide behind anonymous but I've fallen in love with your writing lately. Only if you want to you don't have too

I FINALLY DID IT AH! So sorry it took me so long, I could go on about exams and all that shit but I’m sensing you will hopefully get the picture.
Regardless, thank you for the prompt/request!


It was a Saturday night and the boys were spending their time wisely - playing video games in Michael’s basement. They weren’t sure how long they had been in there but neither bothered to care.

Finally, after hours of waiting, Jeremy was released from hospital. After the eventful school day on Friday Michael had offered that Jeremy stay at his house that night to catch a break, and Jeremy whole
-heartedly agreed. As soon as they arrived home, Jeremy collapsed onto Michael’s bed and fell asleep, exhausted from all the questions he had received that day. Michael soon followed suit and before they knew it the two woke up at 3am on a Saturday morning.

Now, with nothing else to do, the boys were still playing video games. Eventually, the inevitable red with white text ‘GAME OVER’ flashed onto the screen, ending the particular match.

“Awe come on!” Michael complained, setting down the controller and flopping onto the beanbag behind him. Jeremy sat adjacent, frowning at the TV. “I thought we were finally gonna beat that one!”

“Y-Yeah…” Jeremy replied, still staring at the TV. After a few seconds passed, Michael sighed, hoisted himself upright and went to eject the disk from the console.

“Woah Michael, we were playing-”

“Not anymore,” he announced, returning the disk to its place on the shelf. “I wanna play something I know we can win.”

Before Jeremy could question him, Michael pushed an unknown disk into the slot and bounced back into his beanbag just in time to see the words ‘Apocalypse of the Damned’ appear on screen.

“Oh…” Said Jeremy in response.

“Come on dude,” Michael cheered, grabbing his controller off the floor and hitting play. “This one is no match for us.”


An hour later and Michael was seriously starting to worry about Jeremy. Not only had they not gotten past their usual warmup match but had been stuck in the same God damn area for 60 whole minutes. And Micheal knew something was up when Jeremy didn’t respond to his usual code words for 'Zombie, right behind you’ or 'Use the axe not the riffle for this one’ - the list went on. Eventually, he jammed down on the pause button and turned to face his best friend.

“Ok, what happened?” He demanded, snatching the controller from Jeremy’s hands.

“W-what?” Jeremy stuttered in response, completely oblivious to his best friend’s reasons for questioning.

“Something’s up, I can tell. You’re usually great at this game bro! Even better than me. But something’s off tonight.” Micheal shuffled closer and rest his head in his palms. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed.”

Jeremy shifted awkwardly on the beanbag, trying not to meet Michael’s gaze.

“I..I-it’s nothing really I just-”

“It’s the Squip isn’t it,” Michael said, instantly recognising the type of hesitation he was being given. For the past few hours Michael had tried to ask Jeremy about the Squip but all that he received was the same 'it was nothing’ stammer each time.

Jeremy looked up, something shifting in his demeanour.

“I don’t want to play this anymore.” He stated, slowly and every words feeling like a drop of venom.

“W-what?” Michael said in response.

Jeremy locked eyes with Michael and arched his back so that he was sitting upright. He spoke even clearer.

“I don’t want to play this anymore”

“Yo Jeremy, dude, calm down.” Michael started, reaching out to his best friend. But Jeremy flinched backwards, slapping Michael’s fingers away.

“D-don’t touch me tall ass!” He cried, falling off of the beanbag and into the floor. Instantly he recognised the words that he had spoken, covering his mouth with his spare hand. But Michael had already heard them.

“W…what did you just call me?” He stammered, slowly rising from the beanbag. Jeremy climbed off of the floor to meet him, stuttering an attempted apology.

“I didn’t mean- that’s not what I - fuck - Michael I, that- that wasn’t-”

“T-Tall ass?!” Michael cried, stepping away from Jeremy. “What the hell dude?”

“No Michael I-”

“What happened to you?” He questioned, louder this time. “What has he done to you Jer? Was it worth it? Making you popular but turning you into… this?”

“I don’t-”

“Dude I don’t know who you are anymore-”

“I DON’T EVEN RECOGNISE MYSELF!” Came Jeremy’s answer. Michael flinched at the sudden increase in volume, eyes flying up to meet his best friend’s. Jeremy’s bright blue eyes soon began to fill with tears as he slumped against the wall.

“He’s gone Michael… but he won’t go away…” he muttered, head flying into to his hair. “Everything I do, I can still hear that voice in the back of my mind telling me what I’m doing wrong, mirroring his exact words. And I do it! I listen to it, because that’s what I’ve been programmed to do.”


“And you know what the worst part is Michael? That voice isn’t even real! It’s inside my head, because it’s my voice. It’s me telling all those things. I CAN’T DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT MICHAEL! I-”

Jeremy was interrupted by the sudden feeling of arms wrapping around his waist and pulling his close into Michael’s chest. The boy hung on tightly, head hidden in the crook of Jeremy’s tear-stricken neck. Soon, his hands lowered from his hair to return the hug and the two slowly slid against the wall onto the floor.

No words were spoken between the two, just the action of each other being there was enough. The soft hum of the console filled the basement, the smell of candy and Mountain Dew carried through the air.

Eventually, Michael spoke, breaking the silence.

“I don’t care what he told you Jeremy, but you will always be my player two and nothing will change that ok? We’ll fight this, and we’ll come through stronger.” He tightened the hug between them. “I’ll always be here for you Jer.”

The tall boy smiled, returning the pressure of the embrace. He couldn’t help the shift in his smile as he spoke:

“That’s what friends are for yeah?”

Michael’s expression wavered as he responded.

“Yeah… best friends.”

I’m watching Bonds, and this Zero Tails monster is trying to piss Naruto off and make him go into rage Kyuubi mode. He takes over Amaru’s body and attacks everybody. He even hurts Sakura really bad right in front of Naruto. 

And I’m thinking to myself “Noo, that’s not how you do it. You have to say the S word.” 

See? It’s not working. Use the S word!

Silly Zero Tails, that’s not a way to do it.

It’s not working at all! Use the S word, seriously!


Aaaaand there it is. Now you’re gonna see some serious rage.

Redraw | Rahkeid Dragneel - Chapter 494

When my sisters were in air cadets, one of them asked me to buy a ticket and come to this cadet fundraising dance.  It was in the middle of nowhere and I was working the night shift at the time but I bought one and said I would come even though it was really inconvenient for me.  I asked her not to ditch me when I got there because I didn’t know anyone there.

Both my sisters ignored me the entire night. 

I invited my other sister to the staff Christmas party at work a couple times before I knew quite when it was and she said yes both times.  When I was able to give her the date I asked again if she was coming and she ignored all my texts. 

Sometimes your family will ask you to do something for you, and you’ll do it, but when you ask them for something all you’ll get is nothing.  Don’t feel obligated to keep giving to them because they are never going to give back.  They are just going to keep asking and they are going to conveniently forget all the times you did as they asked while they ignored you.

I watch you sometimes. And I just let the entirely different person that you are now settle into the spot in my heart that held the you I remember. It’s strange, almost nauseating, to see how the words that come out of your mouth now are the filthy things you were careful to never say around me. The pride and the arrogance lacing your walk, and even the way that you sit down, are completely and utterly repulsive to me. And I just have to ask myself.. Was this the man that I was once so ready to give myself to?
—  🖤
Avatar: The Last Airbender Quote Starters
  • "I don't need any calming tea!"
  • "You have no idea where you're going, do you?"
  • "What does me being a girl have to do with sewing?"
  • "I always say, the only thing better than finding something you are looking for is finding something you weren't looking for at a great bargain!"
  • "Go jump in the river!"
  • "Okay, we'll try it your way, O' Wise Leader."
  • "Harsh words won't solve problems, action will."
  • "You're insane, aren't you?"
  • "I laugh at gravity all the time. Hahaha, gravity..."
  • "You rise with the moon. I rise with the sun."
  • "We don't need a map. ...We just need love."
  • "I definitely wouldn't want to kiss you."
  • "My aura has never been pinker!"
  • "Please tell me you're here to kill me."
  • "There really is no fathoming the depths of my hatred for this place."
  • "Never give up without a fight."
  • "How did we get out here in the middle of the ocean?"
  • "We lost."
  • "Life happens wherever you are, whether you make it or not."
  • "He's taking all the good stuff!"
  • "Was this guy your boyfriend or something?"
  • "Its time for you to look inward and begin asking yourself the big questions: Who are you? and What do you want?"
  • "It's terrible when you can't trust the people who are closest to you."
  • "And now you've come to the crossroads of your destiny. It's time for you to choose."
  • "You're so beautiful when you hate the world."
  • "I don't hate you."
  • "Don't worry about them. It's just you and me right now."
  • "Yeah, you wouldn't mind keeping that a secret, would you?"
  • "Knowledge of the arts belongs to us all."
  • "I know one thing I care about. I care about you."
  • "Love is hard, when you're young."
  • "Some friendships are so strong they can even transcend lifetimes."
  • "Why don't you get right down to business, and tell me what's been bothering you?"
  • "You, my friend, are just a few plums short of a fruit pie."
  • "What happened that night?"
  • "Why am I so bad at being good?"
  • "I'm never happy."
  • "My first girlfriend turned into the moon."
  • "That's rough buddy."
  • "Hey, what did you do that for? That hurt my feelings."
  • "You miscalculated."
  • "You should have feared me more!"
  • "Are you trying to get on my bad side?"
  • "Does the end of the world sound like more fun?!"
  • "Well, look who's here."
  • "They let you out of prison?"
  • "So...Does it mean you don't hate me anymore?"
  • "I think it means, I actually kind of like you."
  • "But don't ever break up with me again."
  • "Why are you really here?"
glitch in the matrix

okay i’m not sure if this would really qualify as a glitch in the matrix but it freaked me out nonetheless.

about a year ago i needed something from the store so my mom took me to target. she told me to go inside the store and get what i needed while she parked. my little sister stayed stayed with her.

i quickly found what i needed (poster board for a school project in case you were wondering) but i saw no sign of my mom, and since i had no money on me i called her to ask where she was.

my mom ALWAYS picks up her phone no matter what, especially if it’s me or one of my siblings calling; so i found it really strange that she hadn’t answered. i tried calling again, but again, no answer. right when i was about to attempt calling a third time, a call came in: it was my mom.

relieved, i answered but her response scared the crap out of me.

“i can’t answer right now, something happened”, and then she just hung up. she sounded as if she were crying and in pain and after standing dumbstruck for a few seconds, i ran out of the store to check the parking lot for her and my little sister. i thought something horrible had happened like a car crash or something, my heart was beating so fast i was so scared.

but once outside i didn’t spot anything. the parking lot, which had been completely full just a while ago, was now completely empty. i also saw no signs of people or other cars around the usual busy street.

completely freaked, i walked back into the store, but it was also now empty. i looked around but found no one else. i was so scared at this point i had no idea what to do. i felt so alone i wanted to cry, but i just shut my eyes.

when i opened them, i was at the electronic section of the store, and an employee was shaking me and asking if i was alright. the employee said he had found me just staring blankly at the ground for a good 30 minutes, and had been trying to get me out of my daze for about 10 minutes. he said i kept muttering “don’t hurt them don’t hurt me” over and over. he looked pretty freaked out, but i was so confused.

right then, my mom called me and sounded angry.

“where are you? your sister and i have been searching everywhere for you for the past hour!”

i was so relieved to hear her voice but i was also confused because it sounded so different from her last call. also, i was sure i had only been gone for a few minutes. i told her i was by the electronics and she came in a few minutes.

she and my little sister seemed perfectly okay, but i must have seemed out of it because my mom kept asking if i was okay. i didn’t want to mention anything until we were back home.

i asked her what was up with the call earlier and she just looked at me confused.

“what call? the one where i asked where you were?”

“no, no! the one before! where you sounded like you were crying…”

“i only called you once”

“no, i had been calling you a couple times but you didn’t answer. and then i got a call from you and it sounded like you were really upset and then you just hung up on me!”

she told me she never got any calls from me and that she never called me or said any of what i had mentioned. frustrated, i showed her my call log, and sure enough there were the attempts at calling her and the creepy call i had gotten from her. but she shook her head and showed me her call log, which only showed the call she made to ask me where i was.

i didn’t mention anything about everyone disappearing or suddenly finding myself in the electronics department after closing my eyes. she already thought i was crazy because of the phone call ordeal, but i still wonder what the hell happened? who or what called, and why had everyone disappeared? and why did i find myself in a different section of the store muttering (what i hope was) nonsense?

anonymous asked:

As someone who lives in post-communist country (Poland) and as a historian, I cannot comprehend how these people can flip off memorial of victims of communism. Like why? Do they even know what it mean to live in comunist state? Don't they know how many people around the world died because of it? I consider myself as left-winged person, but doing something like this... If someone did something like that here in Poland and post pic of it on social media, they wouldn't get away with it.

Daryl Dixon Imagine ~ Shot

The reader gets accidentally shot by Daryl, who falsely assumed that she’s a walker.
After he takes her to Alexandria, he begins to take care of her… 


The request was:
“Imagine that the first time you meet Daryl he accidently shoots you in the leg or shoulder because he thought you were a walker or a deer. Since he feels guilty he takes care of you.” 

Originally posted by anjelia3

The bright sunlight dazzled your tired eyes as you stumbled through the forest.
Yesterday you drank your last drop of the water you carried in your bottle and
you couldnt even remember the last time you ate something.
Probably also because your head was pounding as if it was shortly before exploding and didn’t allow you to think a lot.
It wouldn’t have come this far if you hadnt met a group of other survivors a few days ago.
You were a fighter, of course you were and thats probably why you survived as they attacked you out of nowhere.
It could have ended worse, you could be dead but your supplies were lost through your fight and you ended up with multiple wounds on your body, one on your head that hurt so bad that you didn’t even want to know how bad it looked.
All you hoped was that you’d soon find a house or whatever where you could rest and hopefully find something to drink and eat.

You would have stayed stumbling like that, not really perceiving what was around you caused by your pounding head, but something or better, someone attracted your attention.
But before your hand could wander to the knife in your pocket, the only weapon you could save, you felt an unbearable pain shooting through your body, as a gasping scream left your mouth.
The last thing you felt before everything got black before your eyes was the dull feeling as your body hit the hard ground.

Slowly your eyes fluttered open.
Your head was still pounding but next to that you felt some feeling that had been unfamiliar to you over the last time.
The feeling of a soft and warm bed.
Immediately you jolted up as a sharp pain shot through your body letting you fall back gasping into the pillows.
Where were you?
And who brought you here?
You tried to remember everything your eyes had seen before everything went black, but the only thing you could remember was the figure that probably caused why you could add some more wounds to your collection.
Your eyes began to examine the room, that was cozy furnished, with big windows that were framed by soft looking curtains while your hands tried to find your knife that way usually stuck in your pants pockets.
But your hands didn’t find your knife, nor your pants, what you found instead was a bandage wrapped around your upper leg and a sleep shirt whoever had brought you here had put you in.
But that wasnt what interested you that much, you had to get your knife back or if not that something else you could oppose yourself with.
Just because this someone brought you here and did all this didn’t mean that he or she had good intentions.
People had changed, whatever someone did, you couldn’t be sure why.
But before you could search for more you heard voices coming from the outside of the room.
You pressed yourself into the pillows as you watched how the door opened a gap wide.
Your eyes met with other eyes before the door closed immediately again and you heard the voices again, now hearable.
“She’s awake”, muttered the male voice you sorted to the one that had opened the door.
“Alright, I had to change her bandages anyway”, said a female voice before the male voice began to rise again after a short pause.
“Mhm..I’m coming with you”, he answered before the door opened again and you eyed the two persons walking into the room warily.
The woman, wearing a blonde ponytail and glasses looked smiling at you before she told you her name was Denise and she would be the doctor of Alexandria, the Safe-Zone you were at.
Behind her you noticed the man, he had straggly brown hair that hung in his face but which didn’t keep his eyes from examining you.
“Who brought me here…and why?”, you asked trying to sound strong but your dry throat let your voice sound fragile and weak.
The blonde woman turned around to the man who still had his glance laying on you.
“Daryl, he brought you here, he accidentally shot you”, she said looking at him.
“Accidentally?”, you asked looking at him warily.
“Thought you were a walker”, he muttered breaking his silence.
“We are good people. Daryl brought you here to get your wounds treated. But before I keep doing that, you should reveal your name to us”, she said smiling.
“(Y/N)”, you answered after hesitating for a moment.
“Okay (Y/N), then, if you let me, I’ll look after your wounds, they need it”, she said, while Daryl stood still there like glued to the spot, his eyes not leaving your body.
“Alright”, you muttered before the blonde woman began to change your bandages.
“Would you tell me where you got the other wounds from? That would help me”, she asked.
“I was attacked by another group of people, I think they wounded me generally with knives, machetes I’m not really sure..but I couldnt treat them in any way”, you said while the woman nodded, surveying your face .
“Okay, Daryl would you get her some water?”, Denise asked before he went out of the room and returned shortly after that with a big glass of water.
Looking at him he held the water to you which you carefully grabbed.
“Slowly”, you heard Denise say as you finally felt how some life came back into your body while the water flowed down your throat.
“You’ll soon get something to eat, but we have to do it slowly so you won’t get any problems with that”, she said as she finished the bandages and stood up.
Denise told you to give yourself some more rest now and as they left you still saw Daryls glance.
You werent quite sure what to think about that, that he mistook you for a walker wasnt a surprise to you, probably you would have thought that too and that he brought you here spoke for him, he could have just left you there.

Within the next days you got better and every time Denise came to change your bandages or else, Daryl came with her even if he stood the most of the time just there eying you and your wounds.
He didn’t talk a much, here and there he muttered an answer when Denise asked him something, but the most of the time he remained silent.
He was mostly the one beside Denise who brought you some food and sometimes he even forced a small smile on his lips.
They were the only people that came to your room the first days, the first time you leaned a bit out of the bed you saw how some people walked through the village.
They seemed peaceful and happy.
Not something you had seen before you got here.
You heard between the lines that the one running this place was called Rick and you kept trying to listen as good as possible to find out more.

It had been four or five days after you woke up as Daryl entered your room with some food he gave to you.
“Thanks”, you muttered as he kept standing there, seeming like he didn’t really know how to behave.
You looked at him before he hesitantly sat down on a chair close to your bed.
“Wanted to apologize for shooting you”, he muttered looking at you.
“Its okay, you brought me here after that… I’m not taking that for granted”, you answered while you began to slowly eat.
”The least I could do”, he mumbled,
“Did you have a group?”, Daryl added after a while.
“A long time ago I had one, but they got murdered…since then I’m alone”, you said looking at him as he nodded slightly.
He sat there for a short while, silent, while you noticed how he awkwardly tried to not let you catch him as he eyed you again, then he left.
But different to the last times you heard his voice now again after a while next to another one.
“You know that I also do that because I can rely on your judgement, right?”, you heard the unfamiliar male voice say.
“You should come with me”, the voice added before the door hit open again.
A man entered the door, who directly looked at you at came towards you followed by Daryl.
The man with the three-day beard and the brown hair introduced himself as Rick and as the one in charge in Alexandria.
“I gotta ask you some questions”, Rick said as he sat down on the chair, Daryl had sat just a short while before.
“Alright”, you muttered eying him and waiting for his questions.
“First: How many walkers have you killed?”, he asked.
“A lot, I don’t know how many but a lot, I mean…you die if you don't”, you said waiting for his reaction.
He nodded slightly while you looked over to Daryl who stood next to Rick.
“How many people have you killed?”, Rick asked while you swallowed, you werent proud about that, even if the number might have been small next to others.
“8″, you said looking at him, swallowing hard.
“Why?”, he finally asked.
“When…I had to protect myself or the group I had,… I couldn’t save them anyway…but I only did it when I had to, really. I don’t like it”, you said hoping that he wouldn’t misunderstand you.
Rick looked over to Daryl who just nodded slightly while you felt the tense build up in your body, you didn’t know what consequences your answers would have.
Rick looked back to you and smiled slightly.
“Welcome to Alexandria, (Y/N).”

“Do you need some help?”, you asked Carl as he was cutting vegetables for lunch.
You were now a few weeks in Alexandria, your wounds had healed and you began to be a full member of the society here.
Of course you had been warily for the first time, but now you couldn’t be happier that you finally had a place you could somehow call home.
“Thanks but no…apropos Daryl’s searching for you”, Carl said as he looked up to you. “Alright…do you know where he is?”, you asked.
“Yeah he’s outside on the porch”, Carl answered with a half smile before turning back to the vegetables.
Not knowing what Daryl could want you walked out of the house.
You found him, like Carl said, standing on the porch, leaning against the railing while he fixed a damaged arrow.
“Carl said you searched for me?”, you said walking towards him.
He turned around to you, looking at you through his straggly hair like he did the first time you saw him shortly after you had woke up.
“Yeah, heard you wanna go with us on a run”, he muttered.
“Yes, I was a long time out there I think I can help…I want to help with what I learned over the while”, you answered as he bit his lip.
“Are there any problems with that?”, you asked looking confused at him.
He breathed heavily out and seemed to struggle with himself.
“Your wounds have finally healed, don’t want you to risk adding new ones just for some dumb run ”, he muttered. “Well…but Daryl, everybody’s helping somehow and I wanna help through going on a run”, you said smiling slightly at him.
But Daryl just stood there, looking at you and swallowing hard.
“You didnt understand”, he said looking sighing down to the arrow in his hands.
It began to dawn on you or at least there was something on your mind you werent sure if you should allow it to evolve.
Since the beginning you had noticed how often Daryl had visited while you were still curing your wounds, how often he brought you food and that he had noticed when you liked something more than something else and put more of it on the plate the next time.
You had pushed that on the bad conscience he seemed to have after shooting you down but when you thought about everything he did and said,..maybe he cared for you, maybe he felt like he had to take care of you especially because of the way you had met.
“We can make a deal”, you said swallowing.
“Hmm…go on”, he muttered looking up from the arrow.
“I come with you on that run, but if it soothes you I can stay next to you as long as we’re out there, so you’ll see that I won’t get hurt”, you said waiting for his response.
“Well…alright”, he said slowly nodding.
“Great”, you said while a small smile formed on your lips.

As it dawned the next day you found yourself sitting in a car together with Rick, Aaron and Daryl while it drove along the empty roads.
“Its not far anymore”, you heard Rick say as you drove past a small group of some pretty decomposed walkers that stretched their rotting arms out to you.
“Aaron you’re going with Daryl and I’ll go with (Y/N)”, Rick said as he stopped the car before some desolated houses.
While you stepped out of the car, you saw how Daryl went over to Rick and began talking to him, as you realized what his motivation might be.
“Okay everybody, we’ve got some change of plan”, Rick said.
“Aaron you come with me and (Y/N) goes with Daryl”, he added waving Aaron over to him.
You walked over to Daryl until you stood before him, a grin on your lips.
“Had to make sure our deal would work out”, he said as a small smile flashed over his lips.
“We’re checking these two and you the other one. Take care”, Rick said before he went over to one of the houses followed by Aaron.
You held your knife ready as Daryl knocked on the door, trying to check how many or if there were walker inside.
Daryl nodded over to you, his crossbow in his hands as he slowly opened the door.
Carefully you went through the house.
Even if the knocking hadnt attract walker they could still be anywhere here.

After you could persuade Daryl to search separated in the last rooms that were left over to save time you walked into the kitchen, while Daryl searched in the first floor for more.
You were going through the cupboards as the blood freezing sound of a clicking gun sounded behind you.
You felt your heartbeat increasing as you turned around looking into the aggressively glaring eyes of a man who pointed his pistol right at you.
“You better give me that stuff Princess, or watch me blowing up your pretty head”, he hissed while you stood there, glued to the spot, before you did something intuitive that could get you killed in less than a second.
But it was the only way to have the chance to survive without losing again all your supplies again, you had to take the risk.
And you did.
You hit the pistol out of the mans hand, using his astonishment to punch him in his face with your clenched fist.
The man fell to the ground but before you could do the next step you felt how a strong hand wrapped around your ankle that pulled your leg away.
You landed on the ground, kicking and preparing for a fight as the man showed up over you, pressing your shoulders and your upper arms forcefully down preventing that you could fight back.
“Careful princess, careful…what a shame…we could have both go out of this alive but you seem to have the urge to die ”, he said in a calm but aggressive tone pushing you harder to the ground while you tired to reach for the knife in your pocket without him noticing it.
“Get off me”, you hissed through gritted teeth glaring into the mans eyes.
“You wish…you think that I didnt notice that you’re trying to get your knife?”, he asked laughing as you felt your heart pumping against your chest your eyes widened.
Pictures shot through your head of the fight you head with the group of survivors as you felt this urge again in you.
Fight now or you’re dead.
As you saw how he raised one of his fists you used the opportunity of your freed arm, ripped yourself out of his grip, grabbed your knife and dug it into the mans chest.
You heard him scream and gasping for air as he sunk bleeding next to you.
You felt the adrenaline shooting through your body, your heart how it kept pumping fast against your chest as if it planned to break out of your body and your heavy breath that didnt seem to plan to calm down soon.
Just moments later you saw how Daryl appeared in the doorframe, looking shocked at you and the man who was loosing his fight against death in just this moments before Daryl stormed to you.
“Shit did he hurt you?”, Daryl asked as he pulled you on your feet next to him.
“No…but almost”, you stuttered, your voice trembling as heavy as your whole body as you saw how concerned Daryl looked at you before you felt how he pulled you into a hug.
You got to know Daryl over the time you were in Alexandria and you knew how rarely he showed his affection to somebody on that way.
And that was probably also a reason why it felt so good to know that he showed it to you now.
As he let go of your hug he looked head shaking down to the dead man.
“Son of a bitch”, Daryl muttered as he bowed down to your attacker before he dug his knife into his skull.
“Lets do the rest of the house together, don’t need more of these assholes attacking you…”, he muttered.
And thats what you did, you took the gun of the man with you and went through the house together while you always felt Daryls glance on you who seemed to make sure that nobody would attack you again.
He took care of you.

And thats what he continued to do, not just on the runs you did together, where he always had at least one eye on you, he also did that in Alexandria on this own special way he had.
And if he realized it or not, you did that too, you knew how to handle him, how to cheer him up, how to get a smile on his lips and how to get here and there a hug from him knowing that it was something special every time you felt his arms wrapping around you. 

anonymous asked:

Hey there:) I just feel like dying. I can't breathe well and I feel like if I'd move an empty body. U know my life could be so fucking great, but this ruins me. I can't tell my parents, I love them too much. And even a few friends now what goes on. But they don't really care, idk why. No one actually did before.. that's why I've decided to keep everything to myself... but idk how long I can hold on... I'm sry for telling u this, but I cant tell it someone else

If you feel like you can’t breathe well, I have these two gifs for you all! It really helps!xx And it’s always complicated to tell other people.. Many of them are super shocked and try to pretend that it’s not happening. I think it’s normal.. sadly. If it really get bad, you almost have no other choice than telling your parents or going to a psychiatrist.. Maybe you can sit together with your parents and slowly try to tell them in small and easy steps? I believe they love you just as much as you love them and I think they’re willing to help you go through this! Also by the way I am much better since I left my old friends who didn’t treat me right! Sometimes it’s really because of the people you hang out with.. I was so sad at the beginnig but now that I found ‘new’ friends, everything has changed for the good!

Originally posted by fuzzyourself

Originally posted by beatingbinging

golly gosh, I am feeling warm all of a sudden, I think I’ll just take off my hoodie

hmm, hang on a second

wow, today is a good day! but wait…

is it possible?

my god, this is too much of a coincidence

could it be 

that I…

AM the disco?

anonymous asked:

WHAT EVEN WAS THE FINAL PROBLEM? I was continually sobbing during the whole thing omg... why do Mark and Steven do this to us ugh. I don't know why I do this to myself. How did you handle it? Thoughts after seeing it?

*rubs face* *takes a deep breath*


Nothing makes sense.

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