Book drive for school of robotics team champs!

Hey friends! Like me, many of you were horrified by this news report:


We want to show love for this school and their outstanding robotics team in the form of a book drive. This is a Title 1 school with a very diverse population. Authors, you can sign books to Pleasant Run. Anyone else who can donate is much appreciated! Picture books, early readers, chapter books, and middle grade books most welcome, especially those written by and featuring people of color. Also early readers in Spanish would be a bonus as they have dual immersion language program for some kindergarten classes. Mail books to:

Pleasant Run Elementary

1800 N Franklin Rd

Indianapolis, IN 46219

If you have books more appropriate for middle or high school, this diverse district would love those too! Mail to :

Metro School District of Warren Township
975 N. Post Road
Indianapolis, IN 46219
ATTN: Kathy Disney

Thank you! And congrats to the robotics team at Pleasant Run. You inspire us!

Drive through the South and Midwest long enough, and you’ll start to see signs like:

BONERTOPOLIS: Population 872 – 1996 Girls’ Jr. High Volleyball Regional Champions

The town’s name is obviously made up (though when I finally build my own town, that’s what I’m calling it), but the rest of that information is not. If your local sports teams – and by that, I mean junior high and high school – wins any sort of championship, your town will honor you by putting that information on the road sign. And that shit stays there forever.

Your town becomes known for that, even if the championship was 30 years ago. My original hometown had won four state championships: two in the 1970s and two more in the 1980s. For each year, a picture of the team was blown up to 10 feet wide and hung side by side on the gymnasium’s wall. Those four, massive, black-and-white photos loomed over everyone while we played dodge ball in PE. Judging us. Condemning us.

5 Parts Of Small Town Life That We Swear To God Are Real

The signs as Populated places in South Korea:
  • Aries, Libra: Populated coastal places in South Korea
  • Taurus, Scorpio: Wikipedia categories named after populated places in South Korea
  • Gemini, Sagittarius: Neighbourhoods in South Korea
  • Cancer, Capricorn: Villages in South Korea
  • Leo, Aquarius: Former populated places in South Korea
  • Virgo, Pisces: Populated places in Seoul

You Want Better? – Part 2


Summary: I made a second part to this because I wanted to. Sort of felt like resolving the Rick-ness of it all. Daryl and the reader begin to sneak around and see each other, they go on a run with the group and Rick confronts the reader about his feelings and the reader has to decide between Rick or Daryl. I really love jealous Daryl. Smutty Daryl x Reader Goodness.

Warnings: Smut


You and Daryl began to sneak around regularly after the night by the campfire, neither one of you said the word, “dating,” but you both knew you didn’t want anyone but each other.

You smile at him as you both walk through the woods, side by side. He looks over at you and smiles back, taking your hand in his, as you both walked at the rear of the group. You, Daryl, Rick, Shane, Andrea, and T-Dawg were out on a run, trying to find some supplies to bring back to Hershel’s farm. Rick figured it would be a good sign of faith and it might convince Hershel to let you all stay. You were doubtful, but as you looked into Daryl’s eyes you thought to yourself that anywhere he was would be just fine with you. Whether that be on the farm or on the move again, it didn’t matter.

You snap out of your trance and look forward to see that the group had stopped at the edge of the woods, on the other side of the clearing you could make out a small town, you had arrived at your destination. As you look up toward the direction you and Daryl are walking, you see Rick put his arm in the air, putting his finger up, signaling for the group to halt.

Everyone stopped and watched Rick as he turned around with serious eyes, to give commands to his group. He looks around at everyone, putting his hands on his hips, getting ready to speak. His eyes scan the group and see you and Daryl in the very back a few feet away from everyone else, he looks down and notices that Daryl is holding your hand. He looks back up and looks in your eyes with something that looked like shock. You feel your entire body vibrate as he stared at the two of you in dismay. Does he fucking have to? You thought to yourself, trying to make yourself angry and push those old feelings for Rick away.

Rick’s eyes move to your hands intertwined again, Daryl pulls your hand toward him harder and pulls you a little closer to his side. This causes Rick to look up at Daryl, who is staring him down harshly. Rick nods to himself a little, clenches his jaw and looks away, focusing on the group ahead of you two.

“Alright, you know the drill. In and out quickly, you see a walker you do whatever you can to kill it. Let’s go in groups of three. Shane take T-Dwag and Andrea…” He pauses a little and stares back at you and Daryl, pushing emotion away from his eyes. “Daryl and Y/N, your with me.” Rick said shortly, turning his back again quickly motioning for everyone to start their descent onto the town.

You look over at Daryl, a little nervously, after that display of dominance you didn’t really know how Daryl would react. Not to mention that pesky feeling in your stomach you felt every time Rick looked at you. Daryl looked at you, noticing your worried eyes on his. He smiled softly and leaned over to kiss you gently, brushing his lips softly against yours for just a moment. You close your eyes at the feel of his lips, you could never get enough of his kisses, for a moment you forgot your worry. As his lips detach you open your eyes, smiling a little now.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be good, baby.” He said to you a low voice, leaning back down to quickly kiss you again.

Before he can pull away you reach you left-hand up the nape of his neck and to his hair, you push his head towards yours, pushing his lips into you further. He growled a little and slowly plunged his tongue into your willing mouth. You moan a little feeling his tongue inside you, suddenly feeling that familiar need for him to be all over you.

You hear someone’s throat clear and your stomach drops. Shit. You forgot where you were. You try and pull away, but Daryl snakes his right-hand up your neck and mimics your actions, pushing your head into his, not allowing you to let go just yet. He sucked and swirled around your tongue deeply, crashing his lips onto you over and over. You moan out into him again, in a trance by his actions. That fucking tongue. You thought to yourself as you melted into him.

After a minute of fucking your mouth with his tongue, Daryl finally let go, slowly backing away from you, still staring into your eyes. He is very well aware that Rick has been watching this whole time, in fact he was fucking counting on it.

You slowly open your eyes after one of the best kisses to date from Daryl and hazily look at him smiling. Daryl smirks and grabs your hand again, pulling you both back toward the town, shoulder to shoulder. Daryl looks straight into Rick’s eyes, who looks like someone had just punched him in the gut. Daryl smirks and nods his head toward Rick.

“We’re ready. Let’s go.” He said flatly.

You looked at Rick and let your eyes drop to the ground as Daryl spoke. You felt your face get hot with embarrassment but you couldn’t deny that you didn’t ever regret the way Daryl made you feel, unlike Rick.

Rick clears his throat, nods his head, and turns around walking toward the town.

Daryl looks at you and smiles cockily. You roll your eyes and place your head on his shoulder for a moment as you both walk towards town.

“You got your knife, Y/N?” Daryl asked, making sure you were prepared for the scene ahead.

You chuckle a little, taking your head off of him and using your free hand to snake to your right side and pull your favorite knife out of its holster. You grin at him and shove it back in its place.

He nods and smiles at you before turning his attention toward the task at hand. He drops your hand and looks at you as you clear the woods and feel your feet hit the tar road that lead into town.

“Stay with me at all times and be careful.” Daryl growled in a low voice, motioning for you to stay behind him.

You comply and drop behind him to flank him on his right side. You see Daryl unsling his crossbow and hold it up, using it as a scope for danger as he scans the area all around you two before starting forward on the road. You draw your knife in response, scanning the area behind you to, putting your back to Daryl’s for a moment. You turn slowly back around, hearing the heel of your boot slowly groan as you twist it into the tarred surface. You turn back around to flank Daryl, walking cautiously forward behind him.

Rick waits for you two to catch up to him and you both reach him, under the population sign, he nods to Daryl asking if he is ready, Daryl nods shortly back. Rick looks at you, looking down for a second and then looking back up at you and nods, you nod in response, trying to keep your eyes hard. Rick silently motioned you to the right side of the street, filled with houses. You can see Shane’s group making their way into the first house on the left side of the road.

Rick runs quietly up to the front door of the first house, checking the lock with his left hand, his wedding ring glistened as the sunlight hit is for a moment, blinding you a little. You laugh a little wryly to yourself at this, trying to hide it from Daryl. Rick finds the door is unlocked and he slowly opens it with his hand, pushing it open. He pushed his back to the wall beside the door for a moment, awaiting to see if anything would come out at him. Nothing. Rick walked in to the doorway of the house about three feet in, holding his gun in the air. He surveyed the space with his gun for a moment, before relaxing his hands and turning around to face you two on the street. He nods and motions to you both, telling you it is safe.

Daryl nods and starts to walk toward the door of the house, never lowering his bow. He walks right past Rick, with you a few feet behind. You follow Daryl inside and feel Rick close behind you. Daryl stops at the end of the hallway, causing you to stop shortly, Rick bumps into your back a little as you do this. He stands into you for a few seconds too long, you slowly move your feet forward a couple of steps, breaking contact. You can feel him breathing on your neck as you feel his eyes on you. You turn your head slightly, wanting to look back at him, but not allowing yourself to. Instead you turned your head back toward Daryl’s back and tried to ignore Rick’s breath on you.

Daryl looked back at you and whispered, “Stay here,” to you in a serious tone as he darted to the left, scoping out the living room. You didn’t move and neither did Rick, as if he knew what he was doing was having an effect on you. You stand in the hallway and see Daryl walk across your view again, this time toward the kitchen.

You hear Daryl’s big footsteps dart around from room to room as you feel Rick’s breath on you. Daryl walks upstairs to check the rooms on the second floor and you feel Rick step closer to you, pressing ever so slightly into your back again. You turn your head slightly, but still do not give in to his gaze. You feel his right hand come up and rub the small of your back a little, putting his lips right up next to your ear as he leaned in to you.

“I know you feel that.” He says in a low whisper, not wanting Daryl to hear.

Your breath hitches feeling his breath and his words in your ear. You say nothing. He continues to rub on you, slowly moving his hand to your side and to your stomach rubbing slightly. Your hair stands up and you get goosebumps. You feel your eyes begin to close at the feeling of him when you remind yourself what the hell was happening.

Your eyes snap open and you smack his hand away from yours. You step forward further into the hall, forcing yourself to turn around and look at Rick.

“You’re fucking married Rick, don’t.” You say sternly, trying to hold a serious gaze.

His eyes fall to the floor ashamed for a moment, before sheepishly raising his eyes with his head still hanging.

“What if I wasn’t?” He asked, staring into you.

You ignored the flip your stomach did, this was everything you had wanted from Rick for so long, since the first time you’d met him. Why did he have to do this to you now? When you finally had something good with someone? You are lost in your thoughts when you hear Daryl’s loud footsteps come crashing down the stairs. You turn back around and face Daryl, pushing all thoughts of what had just happened aside.

“Anything?” You ask him.

He shakes his head no and looks at you in relief, before heading for the kitchen.

“Come on. Let’s get to work.” He said and you all went about scavenging from room to room of the house. You repeated this pattern until you had scavenged what you could from all of the houses on your side of the street. Killing what few walkers were found in, quietly.

All three of you panted heavily as you carried your full packs full of supplies to the middle of the street, where Shane, T-Dwag, and Andrea were waiting, also carrying their heavy packs.

Rick nodded to the other group, “Let’s make our way back.” He said turning his heels and clicking his boots down the tar road and back to the woods where you came from. You all turn and follow suite. Shane catches up with Rick at the front, followed by T-Dawg and Andrea in the middle, followed by you and Daryl in the back.

Daryl slung his crossbow in place on his shoulder and began to walk down the road, staring straight ahead, concentrating on the scene, making sure he could keep you safe if anything should jump out at you. You walked side by side with Daryl, absentmindedly going over the words Rick had said to you back there.

After a while you notice Daryl staring down at you and you whip your head up quickly to give him a smile. He smiled back softly and took your hand in his again, this time with a gentle, loving touch. You stared into his eyes for a moment, lost in his perfection, he always knew how to remind you right where you wanted to be. You sighed happily and returned your gaze toward the road. He rubbed his thumb over the back of your hand, swaying your arms, as he walked you both back home.

The walk home was quiet, no body saying too much, everyone was tired. You felt your legs groan and ache as you made your way back to the farm, through the woods. By the time you saw the farm in the distance, you were ready to kiss the ground, you had never been more happy to see the place. You tug at the heavy pack on your back and dig your heels in, focusing on the short way you had to go before you could sit.

You walk through the big meadow, trudging through the grass, as you all make your way across to Hershel’s farm. You reach Daryl’s tent first and you groan, wishing you didn’t have to trek the supplies all the way up to the house before stopping.

Daryl stops and drops your hand, he looks at you, “Give me that.” He said nodding to your backpack. You nod and swing the bag off your shoulders, you bring it over to Daryl’s open hand and he grabs it. You sigh in relief, finally feeling free. He slugs the bag easily over his other shoulder, placing it next to the strap of his crossbow, as he carries his bag on the opposite shoulder. He adjusts, making sure the load he carries is evenly weighted.

You stare up at him gratefully as you catch your breath. He leans down and kisses you shortly on the forehead, before returning to his stance.

“Why don’t you go rest a bit. I’ll bring this stuff up.” He says nodding his head up, almost commanding you.

You smile smally, he knew you well, you nod in agreement.

“Thanks, Baby.” You say sweetly and reach up, putting both your hands on the sides of his face before pulling his lips onto yours for a short kiss.

“Hurry back.” You say with a devilish grin.

He smirks with lust forming in his eyes. He nods again, this time more urgently, and licks his lips.

“I will.” He says, moving the bags around on his shoulders one more time before turning and walking towards the house, lugging your pack along with his. You stared at his big, muscular arms and broad back as you watched him walk off. Your eyes trace down his back to his great ass, you bite your lip and sigh in frustration.

Your body reminds you how tired you are and you slump toward Daryl’s tent, a place you had been spending most of your nights, and when you could most your days. You walk into his tent and begin to unbutton your jeans, you wiggle out of them, kicking them away to the corner. You unclasp your bra under your shirt and pull the straps out one by one, arm by arm, before reaching under your shirt and pulling the bra out and off of you. You smile at the feeling of freedom. You yawn and stare at Daryl’s sleeping bad and pillow, you notice Daryl’s poncho next to the makeshift bed and smile, you walk over to it and pull off your shirt, leaving you nearly naked. You pick up the poncho and pull it over your naked breasts. You giggled to yourself as you imagined Daryl’s reaction when he came back.

You crawled under the sleeping bag, pulling the cover up over your body. You snuggled into the pillow moaning a little as you enjoyed the feeling of the soft feathers under your head. You loved the warmth and comfort of the bed and Daryl’s fabric draped over your body. You couldn’t wait until you felt his arms around you again. You smiled at the thought, drifting off to sleep.


You awaken sometime around dusk, seeing the light is starting to slowly fade, through the tent’s fabric. You feel an arm wrapped around you as you slept on your side, toward the inner fold of the sleeping bag, wrapped in Daryl’s poncho. You feel Daryl’s body pressed against your back in the sleeping bag with you. You smile sleepily and moan out stretching your arms up. You turn your body around to lay on your back while Daryl’s hand slips over to rest its palm on your stomach, in response. You pull the blanket slightly away from your body, only leaving your lower half covered.

You look up at him, noticing he is awake and looking down at you with his hand propped up on his shoulder, resting on his side. He looks at you with a smile, his hand rubs over your stomach slowly, over his poncho. He looks you up and down a few times, finding your eyes again, smirking.

“You look so fucking good in my poncho, Y/N.” He said, looking down at your half naked body. You feel his bare foot and one of his legs, trapped inside his jeans, come up to the bare skin on your thighs. He rubs his leg onto yours and his feet graze down your naked calves. His hand traces down your stomach to your hips, and down your thigh. He growls feeling your bare skin under his touch. He trails his hand back up you, sliding this time slightly over your core, before returning to your stomach. He plunges his hand under his poncho and up your skin until he reaches your bare breasts. He uses his one hand to massage the right one roughly and then the left one.

“Yes!” You cry out to him, shooting your head back, loving the feeling of his touch on your naked body.

Your hips arch up a little as he caresses you roughly under the fabric.

“So ready for me.” He says, as he watches your hips thrust up and down at the feel of his hands on you. His hands move back down to your stomach and rub around your navel a few times and then moves to the side of your right hip, rubbing it roughly, causing you to arch up into his hand again. He smiles watching you love the pressure he was putting onto you. He watched you writhe in pleasure, with your eyes closed on the pillow. He moved his hand slowly to your stomach again and slowly rubbed his palm across the waistline of your panties.

“Daryl!” You cry out, feeling yourself getting wetter for him with every touch. You ached for his hand to move just a few inches further, you ached for him in every way. You cry out to him again and then you feel his palm move down, fingers first, down your core. He pushes pressure into you as he moves his hand down, making you feel so good. You buck your hips into his hand, holding yourself into him hard, his palm slightly pushed up and down your clit for a moment before moving down slightly. You feel his index and middle finger move to the side of your panties and tug them over, allowing him access to you. You open your legs to his fingers and moan as he slowly pumps those two fingers inside you, slowly pumping into you.

“Baby, that feels so good!” You commend him and his fingers thrust into you further and faster.

He looks down at you as his fingers fuck you, you writhe into his hand, with your eyes closed and biting your lip, trying not to scream.

“Go ahead darlin. I don’t care if anyone hears us. Do you?” He asks in a husky tone, wanting to hear you scream out for him.

You stop for a moment, seeing Rick’s face in your head, you push it away and force your eyes open, locking them on the man who made you feel so good. You being to feel his pleasure again as you stare into his eyes, you shake your head no and put your hands on his face, pulling his lips into yours for a short rough kiss. You let go, but he pushes his head back into yours and roughly slams his tongue back into your mouth sucking on it harshly. He detaches with meaning, staring down at you.

“I want you to scream my name. Make sure everyone knows who makes you feel so good.” He says fucking you with his eyes.

You nod in agreement feeling yourself building as his fingers fuck into you harshly.

“Oh yeah!” You cry out, not trying to stifle yourself anymore.

He smirks at your volume and thrusts a third finger inside you, pumping into you, pushing his thumb up and around your clit, putting pressure on it as he swirled around it.

“Daryl! Don’t stop!” You cry out and bounce your body up and down on his fingers. You hear him growl in response to watching your body fuck him, under his poncho. He gets harder every time you cry out loudly to his touch.

“Cum for me baby.” He said thrusting into you faster and faster, hitting your clit with his thumb. He swirled and pushed around your clit, slamming his fingers inside you with intensity. You rock your hips harder and harder into him and his thumb puts more pressure on your clit each time you slam up into him. You thrust and thrust over and over, feeling him hit your spot every time, your hips begin to slam up into him wildly as you feel yourself ready, you swirl your hips a little, rocking them back and forth into his thumb, hard, faster and faster.

“Oh, Fuck!!!” You cry out. You feel yourself hit your climax as you thrust up into his thumb on your clit, and hold yourself there pushing into his hand as hard as you could. He moves the back of his palm back up to your core and slowly rubs up and down, hard, making you enjoy your high even more. You scream out his name again as he does this, prolonging your high, “Daryl!” You cry out in shock and in pleasure, rocking into his hand a few more times before dropping your hips, feeling yourself in a haze.

Daryl keeps his hand over your core for a moment longer, feeling you pulsating in pleasure underneath his touch. He looks up from his hand, to your eyes. You stare at him happily and sleepily smile.

“Nice wake up call.” You say to him and caress the side of his face.

He smirks and growls, “Yeah, like you weren’t expecting anything.” He says slowly reach his hand up from your core and pulling the hem of his poncho up your skin, until he can see the bottom of your bare breasts. He growls at the sight, looking back into your eyes, this time serious with lust.

“It was a present for you.” You say sweetly, smiling at him, loving the way he looked at your body.

“About time I unwrap it then.” He says looking down, while slightly tracing his index finger along the bottom of your breasts, one at a time. You moan at the sensation and nod to him.

He licks his lips, while tracing your skin, and looks back into your eyes. You stare at him with urgency, wanting to feel him all over you. He looks back down and slowly moves his index finger in between your breasts and hooks the fabric, slowly pulling it up. He drudges it up over your breasts, exposing your aroused nipples, and then up your collar bone and to your neck. You sit up a little allowing him to pull it over your head. It falls slightly behind your head, still resting on the pillow. You position your exposed body back down over the pillow and the poncho. Daryl’s hand comes down on your cheek and then rubs its way slowly down your neck to your right breast, he cups it greedily, groaning in pleasure as he rubbed and swirled his palm around it. His fingers came up every so often to flick your nipple, causing you to cry out for him, “Daryl!”

“Yeah baby, you tell them who makes you feel so good.” He says in low approval as he crashes his mouth back onto yours, moving his hand over to your left breasts and starting in on that one. You cry out his name into his mouth again as he swirls around your erratic tongue, he finds it and sucks on it for a moment, slowing your motion, he swirls his tongue slowly around yours over and over again, with tremendous pressure, while his hand pleasured both of your breasts, rubbing on them, harshly.

You arch up into him and writhe under his touch, massaging your hands into his hair, pushing his mouth into you harder. He groans and exists your mouth, beginning to lick and swirl his tongue down your neck and to your collarbone. He stopped for a moment and lifted up his body, swinging one leg over your hip, and straddling you. You felt his hard cock pulsating against your stomach as you watched him lean down, putting both of his hands on the sides of your face, he crashes his lips back to your neck, roughly sucking and swirling his mouth around your skin and down to your left breast. He swirled around the soft tissue and took in your nipple, slowly sucking on it as he moaned, “Mmmm…” He growled into your skin, making you grind your hips up into his and cry out in pleasure.

He took the nipple and began to swirl his tongue around it faster and faster as you called out to him, pushing his head into your body.

“Oh yes!” You cry out, rocking your hips underneath him. You feel yourself get wetter and he moves his attention and tongue over to your other breast, treating it with just as much attention. He sucked on your nipple slowly and swirled around it, before sucking up and around your entire breast. Moaning and groaning in delight as his tongue pleasured you.

“Baby…” You plead as you rub your hands down his clothed back, until you find the hem of his shirt, you pull it up as far as you can and groan a little.

He lifts his lips from your breasts after another flick of your nipple, he sits up and slides out of your finger. He smiles down at you, grind his hips into you a little as he reaches down and pulls his t-shirt off, throwing it across the room. His huge, bare arms push themselves to the ground by your naked sides and you slide your hands up them and down to caress his gorgeous chest. You bite your lip a little, loving the feeling of him on your hands. You  rub up and down, reaching lower with every pass downward. You reach the button of his jeans and you rub the skin right above it, rocking your hips up into him. You unbutton the metal and look up at him with pleading eyes.

He growled looking at you lowly, suddenly he stands up, ripping the rest of the sleeping bag blanket off of you both and throwing it fulling open on the ground. He stands up, straight on top of you, he smirked as you watched him in awe. Your eyes wander down his beautiful bare chest, down his stomach, and to his jeans. You watch as he unzips the zipper slowly and wiggles his hips down, his big cock popped out as he carefully guided it out of the zipper with one of his hands. He leaned his head back a little as he took himself in his hands. Once his dick was free he moved his hands back to tug the fabric down, with one quick swoop, he kicks out of them and kicked them behind him.

He smiled down at you lustfully as he watched you stare at him, frozen in arousal. He takes his huge dick into his hands again, using his feet he kicks your legs apart and kneels down in between them. He holds his cock in his hand and lines it up to your core. He looks up at you and you are playing you’re your breasts, massaging them with your hands, absentmindedly, waiting to feel him in side you.

He looks back down and drudges the tip of his cock up and down, slightly inside your folds.

“So wet.” He growled to himself and ran himself up and down you once more before slowly pushing his huge cock inside you, filling you as far as he could go. Your hips arch up as he fills you and your cry out in pleasure, “Fuck Yes!”

He pumps a little into you when he cannot push himself in any further. You bounce up in response, moaning at the sensation, “Yes.” You whimper and he pulls out and repeats himself, pushing himself back into you, filling you slowly, and then pumping into you harshly.

“Daryl…” You moan out to yourself as you massage yourself, closing your eyes feeling the full sensation of his cock filling you and making you feel so good.

“Fuck, Y/N! You look so good riding my cock.” He says licking lips staring down at you moaning as he pumps into you.

You nod, keeping your eyes closed, moaning in pleasure.

He begins to fuck you harder, slamming his cock harshly in and out of you, making your body bounce up and down faster and faster. He groaned as he watched your breasts bounce up and down under your roaming hands, as he fucking you.

“Oh yeah! Just like that, Daryl!” You cry out, arching your hips down into his, needing to feel even more of him. You grind up into him and clench your pussy over his cock, crying out at the sensation.

“Fuck!” He groans, feeling you tighten around him.

He moves his hands to the sides of your hips, grabbing them roughly, thrusting himself even harder into you. He moves your legs up and wraps them around his waist, as he thrusts even further into you, pumping shortly into you after filling you.

“Oh fuck, Baby!” You cry out in pure ecstasy, shooting your head back and arching your hips up into him, nearly pushing your ass off the ground completely.

“Damn!” Daryl growled, grabbing the sides of your ass with his hands, before your body could fall back down. He held your body in the air, grabbing your ass, and thrusting you into him. One of his hands, grapsed your ass check harshly and smacked it a few times, making you moan in pleasure. His hands grabbed you by the ass as he slammed into you harder and harder.

All you felt was him filling you in every way possible, you bounced in happiness, feeling him slam into your core and hit your clit putting pressure on it.

“Yes! There!” You cry out and he begins to hit you long and hard over your clit as his hands slam your hips into his, with so much pressure you thought you might break. He pumps into you and your clit over and over, faster and faster until your fingers grasp and grip your breasts tighter. He thrusts a few more times, deeply over you, grinding into you as hard as he could.

You feel yourself rising to your high as he thrusts into you, so fucking good. He ground his hips and his cock so hard into you, you ground your hips back into his harshly in return. Bouncing on his cock, until he hit you one last time, grinding into your clit and filling you to the brim.

“Oh, fuck yes!! Oh, Daryl! Yes!!” You cry out to him louder than you should, but you didn’t care. You clench your pussy around him as you cum hard. You ride his cock, feeling every moment of your high intensified.

He groans and smacks your ass again, feeling him cum around you.

“Fuck yes, baby. Cum for me.” He says and thrusts into you roughly, making you bounce up and down again.

“Cum inside me, baby.” You say, breathlessly, moving your hands down to rub over your stomach for a moment before bracing them to your sides, on the ground. You put your palms down on the ground and helped keep your body arched up in the air, the way he liked it.

He smacks your ass again and bites his lip as he starts thrusting into you harsh and wild. He hips rock back and forth on their own accord, changing their rhythm from slow and long, to fast and short, his hips would slam in and out and then swirl around to hit your sweet spot again, as he put as much pressure into you as he could.

He slammed into you faster and faster, swirling his hips every so often, loving the pressure he felt. His breath got heavy and erratic and his hips wildly began to buck as he cried out and came inside you.

“Oh, Fuck Yeah!!” He cries out, watching his body fuck you and feeling himself cum all over inside your warm body. You clench your pussy around his a few times as he cums, which makes him whimper in ecstasy. He thrusts into you slowly a few more times until he pushes back as far as he can go and holds himself there. Feeling his cock pulsating as he rides his climax out.

He lets you fall to the ground and he crashes on top of you, his cock still inside you. You reach your hands down to him and he takes them. He pulls out of you and falls back on top of your body, his face coming up near yours. Your hands are intertwined together and pushed out to the sides of the bed.

He moves his face up and over your own and stares down at you, breathing heavily still. He smiles and leans down, plunging his tongue slowly into your mouth, swirling around you with painstaking passion. You moan into him and squeeze his hands into yours harder.

He pulls his lips away from you for a moment, leaning his head back to stare back down at you.

“That was fucking amazing,” He said smiling and crashed his lips back down to devour yours.


You awoke early the next morning feeling so peaceful and relaxed. You looked up at Daryl’s as you lay on his chest, looking at the man who made you feel nothing but good all night long. You sigh and lay back down on his chest, listening to the sound of him breathing in and out peacefully as he sleeps. You lay there for a little while, watching through the tent walls as the sun began to creep up into the sky. You hear Hershel’s chickens pecking somewhere in the distance and the horses neighing, morning was here.

You slink out of the sleeping bag, trying not to disturb Daryl, he never got the rest he should, you wanted him to stay asleep if possible. You slowly creep around the tent, grabbing your underwear and clothes, quietly trying to dress yourself. You successfully get everything on and put on your socks and boots. You grab a couple of empty water bottles that are on the floor of the tent, in the corner, and unzip the tent, stepping outside.

You breathe in the crisp, cool morning air, you see the slight dew that built up on the meadow grass overnight, as the sun beams begin to shine done on them. You smile at the beautiful scene in front of you. You don’t remember a time ever being happier or more satisfied than right at this moment. You stand there for a moment with the water bottles in your hanging hands, just taking in the moment. Visions of Daryl flood through your mind. His smile, his laugh, the way he bit his lip when he was nervous, the way he made you feel so good with every part of him.

You feel the bottle tops in your fingertips and remember what you were doing. You began to walk toward the drinking well that was to the back of the barn, across the road and on the backside of the farm. You creep your way quietly around tent city, not wanting to disturb anyone, everyone was still asleep, except for Dale who was perched a top his van, on guard duty. He nodded down to you hello. You smiled and waved at him, continuing on your way. You loop around to the back of the barn, walking the few extra feet to the well. You pump the handles a few times and open it, water starts spewing out. You quickly unscrew the first bottle top off and shove the bottle under the rushing stream. You tighten the lid back in it when you are finished and repeat your actions with the second bottle, filling it to the brim and tightening the cap. You slam the handle back down, stopping the water, and smile to yourself as you tighten your grip on both water bottles, putting one back in each hand.

You turn to walk back toward the front of the barn and back to Daryl’s tent. Your eyes snap over to someone standing against the barn staring at you, it was Rick. “Shit!” You gasp shocked and stop in your tracks, heart pounding.

“You scared the shit out of me, Rick!” You say startled.

Rick pushed his back off the back of the barn and lowered his heel that was resting on the wall. He stared straight at you, with his hands on his hips. He looked at you darkly, with a tinge of anger in his eyes. You stood there trying not to feel the flips that involuntarily went around in your stomach as you stared into his eyes. You gripped the water bottles tighter in your hands and focused on remaining guarded for this conversation.

“What are you doing up so early?” You ask, trying to sound casually.

Rick nodded his head down and sighed, “Couldn’t sleep.” He said looking up at you with tense eyes.

“That’s too bad.” You reply, shifted the weight on your feet awkwardly, hearing the gravel crunch underneath your shoe. You look down, not sure what else to say.

“Well, I better be-“ You start, but are interrupted.

“What are you doin’, Y/N?” Rick asked, tilting his head and looking sideways at you.

“What?” You ask, peering at him questioningly.

“You know what I’m talkin’ about. What are doin’… with him?” Rick asks, his voice is gruff and throaty, as he emphasizes his words.

You shake the hair away from your face a little and stare at him, “What does it matter to you? I’m just having a little fun. I like Daryl.” You say sincerely.

You watch as Rick takes a step back and run his hands over his face for a moment. And then suddenly he is striding towards you. He wraps one arm around your waist and snakes the other up your back to your neck. Before you know what is happening his lips are on yours, he harshly pushes his tongue into your mouth, through your teeth. Your mouth remained mostly closed to him, in shock. Your hands drop the water bottles to the floor and you reach them quickly up to Rick’s chest, pushing him away and out of your mouth. You push him again, this time more angrily.

“What the hell Rick!?!” You cry out a little too loudly, you shush your voice down to an angry growl before continuing, not wanting anyone else to hear the commotion.

“You can’t do that! Or have you conveniently forgotten about Lori?” You continue, staring at him your body full of anger. What made him think he could just take you whenever he wanted, you were not playing this game with him. You thought to yourself angrily.

Rick put his hands on his hips again and looked down at the ground, nodding, he looked back up and peered into her eyes.

“I want you Y/N. I don’t know what happened, but seeing you with Daryl… It made it clear just how bad…” He says, not breaking eye contact. He stays in place, not wanting to elicit an angry reaction from you again.

You take a deep breath, taking in this man’s words. For so long this was all you had ever wanted, but things were different. Your stomach was doing flips as you entertained the idea for a moment. And then your thoughts turned to Daryl smiling at you, that sparkle in his eye when he really laughed. You thought about Daryl’s mouth on yours and how much you loved his kisses. You thought about the way he looked at you, like you were the only thing in the world. Your mind wandered as you thought of this man, the man you wanted as yours, this wasn’t just fun, this was something better. You thought to yourself. You looked back into Rick’s eyes and smiled a small smile.

“Rick. I admit there was a time when I would have loved to hear those words. But now… I’ve moved on, ya know?” You say feeling a weight lift off your shoulders.

“Because of him??” He asked gritting his teeth.

“Yeah.” You smile to yourself, looking at the ground, “Because of him.”

He looked angrily at you and at the ground, nodding, trying to take your words in.

You pick up the water bottles that are on the ground and begin to walk past him, back to the front of the barn, and across the road into Daryl’s arms.

As you walked past Rick, he grabbed your arm harshly, you thrashed a little trying to break his contact.

“Get off me!” You cry out. But, he just holds you in place.

He looks into your eyes with a look of angry desperation, “We had somethin’ Y/N! I know we did!” He pleads to you.

You continue to try and get his hand off your arm.

“What did we have but a few lousy sideways glances and looks? Besides me hanging on your every word and watching you want me but stay with her? What did we have?” You ask him sarcastically and angrily.

“Let me go, Rick. Go home to your wife.” You spit.

He doesn’t let go of your arm, in fact he grips it tighter after hearing your words. You cry out a little in pain. He stands there staring at you as if frozen in rage.

“You best do what she says…” You hear Daryls low voice as he strides into view from the other sside of the barn. His arms swing full of purpose as he stares into Rick’s eyes.

Rick pushes your arm down and puts his hands up in the air.

“I don’t want any trouble.” Ricks says staring at Daryl.

Daryl growled a little in reaction, “Didn’t sound that way to me.” He says circling over toward you.

You rub your arm where Rick had placed such much pressure on, it would definitely leave a bruise. You pout to yourself in your pain and look over, relief washing over you as you watched Daryl making his way to you. He walks up to you and looks you in the eye, concerned.

“You alright?” He asks you softly.

You sigh and grumble, “Yeah.” You say in response, shooting Rick a pissed off look.

Daryl turned around to face Rick again, pushing his chest slightly into Rick’s getting inches away from Rick’s face. Rick’s jaw tightens, he says nothing just stares back, waiting for whatever Daryl had to say.

“I catch you so much as lookin’ at her again? You’ll be sorry.” He says simply, pushing his face closer to Rick’s slightly, puffing out his chest, before backing away.

Rick nods and stares at the ground.

Daryl turns sideways and looks at you, holding out his hand. You grab it gratefully and intertwine your fingers with his. He pulls you past Rick, slightly bumping Rick’s shoulder as he does. He walks you across to the side of the barn he had originally emerged from.

He stops and slightly pushes you into the wall of the barn, his big hand in the middle of your chest.

“Are you alright?” He asks again, without Rick’s presence.

You look at him, your eyes softening, “Yeah. Thank You.” You say caressing the side of his face with your right-hand.

He nods a little and licks his lips, a look of worry in his eyes. “I heard you when you screamed. I thought… And then I heard what he said to you…. I didn’t… I didn’t know what to think. I’m glad you’re alright.” He says softly and looks gratefully into your eyes.

He had heard you tell Rick off and that she wanted only him. Daryl stared at you completely in awe that a woman like her would ever want someone like him. He pulled the hair from your eyes, to get a better very of you. He pulled you in for a short kiss. You grab his face and pull his lips into yours a few more times before allowing him to detach.

“I love you Daryl.” You say as his lips exit you. You stare sincerely into his eyes, surprising even yourself as the words fell from your lips.

His eyes open and he smiles shyly at you, dropping his head, he looks up at you with eyes that pierce your soul. You feel a sense of electricity hit you hard as he stared at you. He pushed his lips onto yours and passionately dives his tongue in and around yours, bringing his hands to the sides of your face, swirling around your mouth for a minute, before detaching and looking into your eyes again.

“I love ya too.” Daryl says playfully and crashes his tongue back into your mouth, devouring you again.

Your breathing is heavy and you feel the urge to touch him anywhere you can again. Your hands come up and caress his back, pulling him into you as you rub.

He groans into your mouth. Detaches his lips suddenly, giving you only one more quick peck before stepping back, his hand still in yours. He nods his head sideways.

“Let’s go.” He says simply, with that look in his eyes again.

You began to get excited and felt a rush through your body as you let him pull you away, back down the hill and to Daryl’s home. When you were both back inside the tent you excitedly crashed into his body, wrapping your arms back around his and taking his mouth in for another long, sweet kiss.

You sigh happily to yourself, as you enjoy this feeling. He made you so damn happy and now everyone could know it. He was hers and she was his. You moan blissfully into his mouth as his fingers began to race up around the small of your back, underneath your shirt. His fingers on your bare skin felt heavenly. Hell, everything about what they created together felt that way. And Y/N intended to enjoy every minute of it. You sigh as he picks you up wrapping your legs around his waist, before laying you down on the makeshift bed.

You pull away to look into his eyes again, “Don’t ever stop loving on me.” You say staring at him in pure want.

He smiles at you and licks his lips, “That’s the plan…” He says lowly, raising his eyebrow, as he pushes his tongue back into your mouth for another passionate kiss. One of many, many more to come…

alright so episode one of my boardwalk empire rewatch:

  • I have a much more informed appreciation for cinematography now than I did back when I originally watched this in 2009. and holy wow does this show nail it in that area. apparently the pilot was the most expensive ever produced at the time. I took time to pause and read all the advertisements and signs populating the boardwalk of Atlantic City, and to carefully examine the gorgeous tracking shot of the Prohibition Party the night before the city was meant to become “dry.” Then there’s the sets themselves - the deceptively calm sea and sky beyond the boardwalk, the luminous, sepia palette of the boardwalk itself and its many attractions, the gorgeous, detailed interiors of the Darmody family home, of Nucky’s apartments, of Colisimo’s restaurant/salon/bordello. It’s a beautifully made show that doesn’t stick to one drab color palette.
  • I always liked Team New York but I love them even more now. Arnold Rothstein and Lucky Luciano’s surprisingly close bond (considering how different they are professionally and personally) is rather touching, actually. 
  • Prohibition is somewhat unique as a political act because from what I remember reading for AP US history (so I could be wrong lol), it largely came about due to a female-led movement. Looking at Margaret’s predicament here - at the mercy of an abusive, drunken, dissolute husband - shows us why women would be so concerned by the effects of “demon rum.” And yet in their capacity as agents of change, they only served to treat the symptom of this societal ill rather than the illness itself - patriarchy.
  • Lots of casual and not so casual racism and xenophobia and discrimination of every against each, some of which involved employing language I wasn’t even aware of like “bohunk,” which Nucky uses to describe the Polish-American Mickey Doyle -  apparently meaning “an immigrant from central or southeastern Europe, especially a laborer; a rough or uncivilized person.”
  • speaking of Mickey - he was and remains a creepy little fuck. well-played Paul Sparks. I’d forgotten how much he’d managed to make me laugh and deeply unsettle me at the same time. and Eddie! always speaking in the third person and so staunchly formal and deferential but comfortable occasionally swearing a blue streak! a hilarious and endearing Man Friday.
  • the Darmody family is already so tragic to me bc I know how it all ends. Jimmy comes back from the Great War thoroughly fucked up (although he was fucked up before he left and becoming in his own eyes, a damned murderer, has only made it worse), and we see how this shapes his decisions and forms the basis of his declaration that Nucky can’t be “half a gangster.”
  • that declaration leads into the beautifully effective ending sequence - we see Nucky meticulously being prepared for his seemingly benign workday as the dirty work of a gangster is done on his behalf - the murder of Hans Schroeder (Margaret’s husband), intercut with the murder of Colisimo (by who? I’m not sure so maybe I missed something). even if he isn’t a full gangster in the sense that his hands are dirty, he absolutely is one by association.

At the time of the witch trials, capital and the State were particularly concerned with birth rates. They wanted labour and they saw large populations as the sign of a wealthy nation. The population was low due to the plagues and wars, and the authorities were worried about demographic collapse. Therefore they were anti-abortion and anti-contraception (the fairy tales of witches killing children and babies stem from this campaign). Many of the first witches burned were engaged in contraception and abortion work, and there is plenty of evidence that women were indeed controlling the birth rates within their communities during the middle ages. They authorities didn’t want to leave the control of reproduction in the hands of lower class women, and the witch trials were partly a battle to snatch control of this knowledge, which had previously been a ‘female mystery’. Women’s ability to control their own reproduction was hugely diminished; and as midwives and groups of women were excluded from the birth process, the communities were robbed of their traditions of knowledge. In so far as children are the products of women’s labour, control over reproduction meant alienating women from their own bodies and controlling how many children women had, and when and where they had them.

In fact it would be another hundred years or more before the male doctors truly had a monopoly on attending births. In the seventeenth century, the surgeons started delivering babies using forceps, and women were banned from practicing surgery. By the eighteenth century most births were attended by physicians, and when female midwives in England organised and charged the male intruders with commercialism and dangerous misuse of the forceps, they were easily put down as ignorant ‘old wives’ clinging to the superstitions of the past. It was the process of the witch trials that had sown the seeds of this attitude.

In the sixteenth century, midwives in France and Germany became obliged to report all births to the State, including concealed births. Today, it is illegal not to register births in most of Europe, while across the world there is currently significant control of reproduction by the authorities ranging from the Catholic prohibition on contraception and pregnancy terminations, to the state-run birth control programmes in China; and from enforced sterilisation in some export processing zones to the aborting of female foetuses in the patriarchal society of India. The extent to which birth is medicalised and seen in terms of risk, and the faith we have in the magic-seeming powers of the doctor and hospital (despite our frequent disappointments in the medical establishment) is still testimony to this battle.

—  Lady Stardust, Burning Women: The European Witch Hunts, Enclosure, and the Rise of Capitalism

ofthemother  asked:

"Sometimes I just wanna go home. Forget all of this...I miss that place, that warm and pure, black place I used to slumber in...,"

People say that the darkness “presses in,” that it that robs you of your best sense and replaces it with a paralyzing fear. It doesn’t. Not to them, these eldritch born of the barren and black with not a star shining through the mist.
The darkness kisses up to your skin closer than a mother and whispers excitement into your ears. Engulfing thoughts and dreams. Stretching out in front of you like a map, studying your fears, your courage and your knowledge. Taking tentative steps, the infinite exposure of the bestial flesh dawns. There is no life here. That was simple, no thriving population and no signs of past living. The darkness overcomes any sense of purity, consuming all need of surviving; conquering and wipes out all the anguish you can’t let go of. What he couldn’t let go of.

That all-consuming nihility took everything away… and Jeremiah had never felt more at peace than in its embrace.

“Maybe one day,” he murmured, cupping the side of her face in his hand—committing the feel of it to memory, “the Mother will bless you again with her whole embrace.”

The signs as the five historical periods

Prehistory: Cancer, Virgo

The birth of humanity, the begginings. Cooperativity. 

Ancient history: Saggitarius, Gemini, Pisces

Known for the classical greece and rome. Culture seeking period. Philosophers who used the verbal communication to spread their thoughts. A lot of debates in the agoras.

Middle ages: Aries, Leo

The periord of bravery. The courageus served the king. Time of wars and destruction of the past.

Modern age: Taurus, Libra, Aquarius

Recovery of the knowledge of the Ancient history. Period where beauty and harmony are important. A lot of changes and discoveries marked this period. Closed by the French Revolution.

Contemporany: Capricorn, Scorpio

Period marked by ambition. Industrial progress. Extreme political positions. Dictatorships. Capitalism. Great advance in life conditions of all the population.

The Week is Full of Spiders:

DAY 3: Favorite Quote Day

“Do you dream, mon? I interpret dream for beer.”

That’s the town of Undisclosed in a nutshell. This run-down half city with more weirdos per capita than you’ll find anywhere outside of San Francisco. We should have that printed on the green population sign coming into town: WELCOME TO [UNDISCLOSED] DREAMS INTERPRETED FOR BEER.

- John Dies at the End, David Wong 

Is this really my favorite quote? No. I have so many and a lot of them have already been posted. I always liked that JDatE takes place in an unknown Midwestern town so I chose this quote. Also, I made this fake road sign and was looking for an excuse to post and now I finally have one. I love this though I have neglected to give it a background. I was thinking of making it into a sticker but we shall see.

For more of my JDATE week art:  buffalo art

For the rest of the JDATE week art: JDATE-WEEK

The cotton ceiling argument has never been about saying that all cis lesbians should be willing to fuck trans women, and that that is how they choose to frame it (as a conversation of who they will or will not fuck) is super telling about why the actual intent of the argument is so important.

Cis lesbians, just like every other transmisogyny-exploiting non-tw out there, at some fundamental level see the primary mode of interaction with a trans woman to be fucking, and so they immediately assume that we are attempting to persuade them on an individual level to fuck us, which is why they hear “you should want to fuck me, or else you are a bigot” when we say “consider how your desires are rooted in bigoted beliefs about the homogeneity of trans women’s bodies and sexualities.” 

It’s a conversation about how the choice to blanket declare trans women as being unfit or unworthy of one’s desire, simply by virtue of their being a trans woman (a way of thinking which projects universal qualities of undesirability onto a diverse population) is yet another sign of how transmisogyny is rampant and pervasive in cis lesbian circles.

anonymous asked:

Hi writingcafe! I've looked around and I can't find much on dealing with language barriers (in an old-world fantasy setting specifically). Would you suggest treating the character similar to a mute until they can learn the language? Any bit of advice you can give would be fine. Thank you for your time- you do great work!

Well, first, it’s best not to refer to non-verbal, mute, and non-speaking people as “a mute” since it’s an adjective, not a noun.

Anyway, language barriers are great in fantasy because they’re so rare. At least at large, they are. Faraway places may have different languages, but many fantasy worlds have massive areas in which everyone speaks The Common Tongue.

So I will answer your question (look at the last bolded point), but I’m also going to take this as an opportunity todiscuss language barriers in conlang.

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automation-admiration  asked:

Sans, do you have to translate for your dad often? I suspect that the majority of the monster population aren't fluent in sign language.

“eh, actually that’s rare. theres a good amount of the monster population that only uses monster sign language. and hey, some types of monster don’t even have mouths. Its considered the norm for schools to teach msl early on.

anonymous asked:

How do you distinguish between parental discipline and parental abuse? How do you answer "is it strict or is it abusive?"

It’s really hard to define that line. however, if you are considering that you are being abused odds are you are being abused.

also we have these resources that can help you figure out if you are being abused:



It appears Emm and I both typed a response for this at about the same time. Here’s what I wanted to add:

So, unfortunately, a lot of abusive behaviors are praised as being ‘good discipline’ and parents routinely use them and no one really discourages it. That makes it kind of hard to distinguish between the two, and also very easy for people to doubt that what they are going through is abuse.

Discipline should not be physical, and it shouldn’t rely on guilting, shaming, intimidating,  humiliating, lying or scaring. That’s pretty broad, and it’s okay to still be unsure if what your parents are doing qualifies as abuse, and you’re always welcome to ask us if you need to know more.

Here are some ‘parenting tactics’ that I see used pretty regularly that are abusive:

  1. corporal punishment (spanking, slapping etc)
  2. ignoring the child, giving them the ‘cold shoulder’
  3. denying basic needs like food or shelter (like locking a child out if they miss curfew)
  4. using very severe punishments for minor things
  5. isolating them for long periods of time
  6. embarrassing the child on purpose (like those instances of parents making their children stand in a populated area with a sign describing their ‘crime’)
  7. destroying the child’s belongings
  8. withholding love or affection, telling the child they don’t like or love them


All disabled people experience disability as social restriction, whether those restrictions occur as a consequence of inaccessible built environments, questionable notions of intelligence and social competence, the inability of the general population to use sign language, the lack of reading material in Braille, or hostile public attitudes to people with non-visible disabilities.
—  Oliver

     The sign said, “Population 430,” so I expected a quiet little town, and it was. But there was also a big stage production at the local school the next morning. As it turned out the school is among the top rated in the state, and its choir and theater director has been been staging two completely original productions for the kids every year for the last 20 years. These two set and costume designers moved here with their families all the way from the Chicago area after driving through Mosier and falling in love with it.
     “It’s a great place to raise our own kids,” they said.
     “And what is the most satisfying part of your work?”
“Helping cultivate the artistic tendencies in children. There are kids who might have otherwise gone through school thinking they’re not good at anything because they’re not good at school or sports. This is something they can do, and they can do it well in a supportive environment. The great thing about theater is that it’s not a competitive sport. Everyone works together.”

Mosier, OR