the most basic thing in the world

May the heavens bless Luffy for coming up with the perfect words to relieve Sanji of his terrible burden.

If you think about it, up to this point this arc was everything about Sanji not being allowed to be his true self - he was ridiculed and abused by his own family for being kind, for being vulnerable, for being human. Part of the reason why he was still in so much agony even when he was free to leave was because his kind and vulnerable inner self was demanding him to save even his cruelest abusers. 

But Luffy gives him the affirmation to be who he is, as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. He’s basically telling Sanji that he didn’t expect any less of him, that such kindness is why he wants him back and why he chose him as his cook in the first place. To Luffy, no more explanation or apology is needed in Sanji being Sanji, regardless of what kind of danger that may bring forth. If that is not the greatest salvation for Sanji’s poor soul in this arc, I don’t know what is. 

Kent is a good captain and his entire team loves him, but his support is always strongest from the non-North Americans, who came to the Aces with bad or non-existent English and big dreams. Kent knows how to speak simply and slowly while managing to not sound condescending, and at the start of pre-season, shows up at their places with OTC painkillers (functioning in a foreign language all day can give you a hell of a headache), stress balls (nothing makes you feel more stressed or stupid than not being able to express the most basic things), and blank index cards. Together, they label their houses with English words, then Kent takes them to a fancy hotel buffet and they figure out what American style foods they like and don’t like. The rookies imprint on him like ducklings, and Kent fields grateful phonecalls from many mammas who now live on the other side of the world from their hockey playing sons – he can’t understand the words, but he gets the sentiment just fine.  

(Kent still has some of the index cards Jack helped him make when he was 16, tucked into the French/English dictionary that sits on his bookshelf, rarely consulted. His French is damn near fluent, and who uses a paper dictionary any more? He really should throw it out. He’ll get around to it soon, he’s sure.)

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Camilla Collins Revisited

So the tradition is that your BFF or roommate hooks you up with your Winter Screw date, right? So chances are high that Shitty introduced Jack and Camilla.

This led me down a whole garden path of ‘what if’

WHAT IF CAMILLA COLLINS IS BASICALLY THE FEMALE VERSION OF SHITTY?

She comes from a wealthy, privileged family who work hard to stifle her energy and creativity. She went to Andover. Tennis is the only thing she got from that lifestyle which actually makes her happy, mostly because the rest of the tennis team are her girls, and she loves them fiercely.

Choosing Samwell instead of Harvard or Yale was her rebellion, as was joining every political/social justice club on her first day. She’s double majoring in gender studies and African American literature. She’s the world’s most woke white girl. She is always super embarrassed when she forgets to check her privilege, or over-enthusiastically lectures people about their own issues, but that doesn’t stop her doing it next time.

Women’s clothes are a tyranny. She only wears makeup ironically, and has as many formal suits as she does frocks. She went the entire freshman year without wearing a bra (except a sports bra during actual matches). She will talk your ear off about the evils of cosmetics corporations, and the fashion industry’s exploitation of the third world. She is also quite happy to tell everyone how much she does not shave/wax any body hair.

(Jack was super worried at introducing her to his mother but the one time they met, Alicia and Camilla had an awesome conversation about ethical clothing, and Alicia ended up recommending Camilla for an internship in one of her charities)

Jack and Camilla’s dates, not counting Winter Screws, were 50-50 long runs/workouts, and protest marches. He went on seventeen protest marches with her over the year that they dated, and even after they broke up, he rolled his eyes and went along on several at her request, as long as there wasn’t a game or training conflict.

(a week before the inauguration of Trump, Jack received a hand-knitted pink pussy hat in the mail and was all “Hey Bits guess what we’re doing this week”)

As with all the people that Jack is drawn to, Camilla is a complete extrovert. She’s always surrounded by people, and inviting them to crash in her room, or accidentally making parties appear from thin air. She had several other casual boyfriends/girlfriends while she and Jack were dating, which he was fine with because honestly 100% Camilla was exhausting and he also had hockey and classes plus the care and maintenance of Shitty to manage. 

“To be honest,” he admitted to Shitty months after the break up. “It kind of felt sometimes like I was dating a version of you. And if I’m going to do that I might as well date you, you know?”

“Brah, that is the most beautiful thing you’ve ever said to me.”

“I don’t actually want to date you, Shits.”

“I know, Jack.”

“When does this hug end, exactly?”

“It doesn’t, my brah. This hug will never end.”

[someday, Camilla runs for President and Shitty signs on as her campaign manager.]

i feel very strongly about paragon shepards tbh

i mean its essentially taking the path of lesser death right? you try to solve things without punching people to death - at least most of the time. but its still the same old very tired, very angry and very done shepard but choosing to be respectful, going out of their way to be nice to strangers in the midst of war but still taking no shit and not being afraid to shut a bitch down when needed.

it’s just the basic premise of an angry, broken little human choosing to be better to the world than the world has been to them that i find so admirable.

Pentagon To You Being Short And Trying To Kiss Them

Jinho: Honestly you are the same height as Jinho and you two kiss without struggle. And small kisses will take place anywhere and everywhere where he will hold your waist every single time he kisses you- and it looks so precious and cute to everybody because u both look like puppies. 

  Hui: Will grin and sort of fanboy alittle because you are precious to him as edawn. Doesnt hesitate to lean down to kiss you but sometimes will playfully pull back before you do plant one on him which you will of course end up either smacking him or not giving him one. “I was jokinggg give me a kiss.“ 

Hongseok: Cannot handle the precious and adorable thing in this world which is you and cannot believe you are his. Will most likely pull you in for a bear hug out of excitement and lean in to kiss your lips- then your nose and forehead and cheek(back and forth several times)basically love the shit out of u

 Edawn: You’d only a be a slight bit shorter than him since he himself isn’t tall so he’d make u try your best to kiss him as he looks down at you with a playful smile. ”You’re so close, these lips are waiting for you.“ You end up charging into the kiss and pressing your lips on his too hard. he will pull back all stunned and laughing like. ”Did you do that on purpose??“

 Yeo-one: ”You’re so cute.“ He will say as he grins, then holding you firmly by the waist and bending down to kiss you slowly but softly, pulling his face back afterwards only a slight bit so he can stare at you lovingly. 

 Shinwon: This boy is so rude, he will wiggle his eyebrows teasingly as he freaking tiptoes himself to get even taller. ”Catch these lips.“ ”Forreal you are an idiot shinwon.“ Afterwards will attack you in a hug as he kisses you right away, his arms all the way around your body, pulling you in as close as possible. 

 Kino: OKAY i wouldnt say hed do the most and kneel for you to just kiss him but Im saying he might kneel for you to just to kiss him. If you were sitting on a bench at an amusement park he will get down on one knee to fix your shoelaces and then look up and make eye contact along with a sweet ass smile of his, sending you signals that he wants you to lean in and kiss him (which you do).

 Yanan: Makes his signature baby shy smile as he has his hand in his coat pocket (with your hand in there as well for warmth) and lean down to let you kiss him (cuz there aint no way he brave enough to initiate it). Eyes closed but smiling into the kiss. 

 Yuto: Damn boy is really soft but when in public with you he gets these surge of manliness, wanting to impress you and people around him so he kind of has his arm around your neck almost into a headlock to initiate the quick kiss. You pull back all stunned like what just happened, with Yuto standing there like ‘I did that' 

Wooseok: Type to pick you up and have you wrap your legs around his waist and arms around his neck as he gives you small kisses 5 thousands times. Ends up giggling and spinning until you forcefully get down off of him yourself.

why do people who use the “lol u triggered” subset of Jokes™ only use Those Certain Ones and nothing else like I just heard a guy use the same “punchline” 4 separate times regarding 4 separate things like not only is this humor bananas offensive but it’s also repetitive and boring as sin on the most basic level.

Fanfic

Okay so I was thinking about these amazing posts I’ve been seeing of late about the relevance and importance of fanfic as transformative media and why it matters. And I think it actually goes beyond the fact that thousands of our most important cultural items are actually fanfic of another thing, and that it allows those of us outside of the mainstream mould (women, LGBT, POC) to make our own representation and tell our own stories in the worlds we love. It’s also the fact that fanfiction as a medium is different than other media based on the stories it can tell.

Think about it: the novella is basically dead at the moment for a start, meaning that written works have to be either novel length or a short story. This means that particular structures and meanings are going to be prevalent - your theme and message has to fit an expected length. Therefore things get either cut for length or expanded beyond the original intention in order to fit ‘novel’ or 'short story’. The intention is also then that the thing have a satisfactory set up, middle, and ending, to establish the universe, embellish, and bring it to a close. When you start out writing for publication, you keep in mind that you might not get a second book, and that a short story really won’t become a series. Any continuation is in the hands of how much money the original thing makes.

Fanfic destroys those limitations. Fanfic allows us to write the smaller story off to the side, within a universe we all recognise. Without having to focus so hard on world building and set up, more complex and interesting ideas start to emerge. You can challenge the worldview from the original story, or put a new slant on something. Your work can be what it wants to be without being marketable or universal. You can write 'what ifs’ and see what happens when you change one thing in a whole established universe. You can essentially do much more subtle, inventive and experimental stuff without the labour of justifying it with a whole conventional novel/movie/whatever first.

What made me think of this was a gifset from the movie Stardust. There’s a random moment in the ending during the wedding scene, where the gay transvestite pirate Captain Shakespeare leans back and winks at Humphrey, our hero’s original love rival. Humphrey looks pleased and flattered, and his girlfriend sneers. The joke is that the snotty original love interest, Victoria, has ended up with the man she said she wanted, only to discover he’s gay.

In an original story, Stardust, that’s all that can be: a joke. The story is done, Yvaine and Tristan are happy and the villain defeated. No one cares about two minor characters and a slightly problematic throwaway gag. From the creator’s perspective that’s that. No one would be interested in a second movie about Humphrey coming to terms with the new world beyond the Wall, or his homosexual feelings. No one would watch Humphrey, a minor antagonist, stumble through this new magical world and meet again the handsome older gentleman who winked at him at Tristan’s wedding. No one cares if he then joins the pirate crew, and the two men slowly fall in love as Captain Shakespeare starts to train this stupid (but hot) young dandy in the ways of his lightning ship.

But fanfic would allow for that. In a fanfic you could write a 100,000 word adventure epic about two supporting characters. Hell, you could parallel that story with Victoria growing up as well, realising that there’s more to the world just over the Wall, and finding herself a place beyond the provincial It Girl. And again, no one would watch a movie about that. No one could market it. In the original media it remains speculation what happens next. Fanfiction opens the door to exploring whatever part of this universe you want, without diminishing the original story.

And the question then comes 'well why not write a whole novel about a young man from a small village who becomes a gay Lightning pirate?’. And the answer is that the story then becomes divorced from its context. It matters for this hypothetical Humphrey story that we know that Tristan became the hero. We know he was humiliated when Tristan returned, having grown into an accomplished man, and made him small and unimpressive by comparison. It matters that we know Captain Shakespeare’s homosexuality and transvestism has only just been revealed to his crew (in the climax of the original movie) and that they were accepting of it. It matters that we come to this story with Humphrey and Victoria well aware that they’re supporting characters in the broader story. It matters that we know Tristan and Yvaine’s story just ended, and we come with an emotional tie to those people. Those details carry far less weight when explained in an opening chapter that also has to create an entirely new world. Those nuances matter less when we’re more concerned with introducing the characters for the first time and trying to make an indifferent reader care.

What I’m saying is that this story COULD be told as its own book, movie etc, but that it SHOULDN’T be. Yes, an original novel about a young country dandy discovering a homosexual life of piracy would be amazing. But it wouldn’t be -this- story. That character wouldn’t be Humphrey learning and growing as a result of Tristan’s actions. That novel wouldn’t include Captain Shakespeare, whom we all love already and whom we come in already emotionally invested in. It wouldn’t return us to a world were already familiar with, thus allowing us to take the fantasy elements for granted and focus on the characters and relationships. And those things change the audience’s perspective on the story, and create an experience wholly different to what you could get in any other medium.

What I’m saying is that even leaving aside mainstream media’s reluctance to show stories about LGBT, POC and/or female characters, fanfiction matters because it allows us to tell the weird side-story as the main story. It allows us to tell smaller stories, and focus on minor characters who were underdeveloped for good reason in the main story. It allows us to try weird shit and, on a meta level, deconstruct the story itself. It allows us to respect the original story’s focus and plot, the original world, and then put a new angle on it. It allows us to examine sexuality, character growth, motivation, race, gender, and whatever else we want within the confines of a world we already know and have emotional investment in.

Fanfiction writers are doing amazing things with structure, with character, with the focus and theme of their work, because working within an established universe gives you opportunities that an original story won’t. Fanfic can be terrible and trashy and cliche but y'know, so can original media. Fanfic at its best is transformative, original, literary and engaging. It expands the original characters and universe by shifting the focus, narrowing in on a particular facet, or changing the plot or setting in some way and examining the consequences of that change. Its more than a stepping stone before we become 'real writers’. And it isn’t for people who are just too lazy to make their own thing.

Fanfiction is beautiful, and it deserves more credit than it gets.

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Isak and Even basically inventing the concept of “heart eyes” (1 / 2)

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but, i’m getting ahead of myself. ahem. let’s take a look at a little gif that’s been floating around the internet recently, one of my favorites, actually.

That whole “favorite” thing was sarcasm. Don’t know if I communicated that directly.

I fucking despise this gif. It’s so god damn simple. The fucking head shape has to morph like 3x to transition to each character. It’s literally the dumbest thing I’ve ever seen try and validate the similarities in today’s cartoons, because it’s a BASIC FUCKING HEADSHAPE. THAT MOST CHARACTERS HAVE. Yet somehow, it’s kind of a centerpiece to this anti-CalArts sentiment that’s spreading. So uh, let’s break it down, shall we?

Gumball

The Amazing World of Gumball was created by Ben Bocquelet, who didn’t go to CalArts because he lives in the UK, fuck you. Like, i’m not even gonna make an argument for this.

also have you seen the fucking plethora of creative designs on this show in a fucking multitude of mediums? why is this even in this gif

Steven Universe

Steven Universe was created by Rebecca Sugar, who went to the School of Visual Arts in New York, fuck you.

also, uh remember the fucking pilot?

oh man so simplistic and generic

wOW tHe FuCK?? ? they A L L  LOok the SAme

MAN WESTERN ANIMATION IS GOING DOWN THE TOILET THANKS CALArfuck you.

jesus okay, how about the 3 shows from this gif actually made by CalArts grads, Gravity Falls, Clarence, and SvTFOE.

you ever considered that CalArts grads (or art student grads in general) don’t just come out the school tassel to the left, directly to the studio, and sit down at a table and draw for nine months until the show is born, with the show looking exactly the same way as the first sketch? ever considered that studios, simplify design for appeal or due to constraints? That maybe some studios have a style that no matter the initial design the creator has to adhere to? That maybe some execs MAKE the creators draw in a way that’s similar to other shows, in order to bring in an audience?

also have you considered the plethora of cartoons that exist not spearheaded by calarts alums? cause there’s a lot.

TL;DR stop demonizing CalArts (and its alums). It did nothing to you. It was sitting across the schoolyard minding it’s own business and you threw a dodgeball at it’s head. Now apologize or you can go stand on the wall for 5 more minutes.

About Magnus' "I would do anything for you, but I won't risk your life"
  • what I say: I'm okay
  • what I mean: but do you see what this means? Do you see the true meaning behind Magnus' words? He said "anything". He said he would do anything for Alec, and please just think about what "anything" really means, not for a regular person with limited resources, not even for a Shadowhunter or any other Downworlder, but for Magnus. Magnus Bane, the High Warlock of Brooklyn, capable of opening damn portals to damn everywhere and reduce every world to ashes, if that's what he wants. Capable of creating the most incredible beauty and the most devastating destruction, of making the ice burn and the fire freeze. That's the Magnus who said he would do anything for Alec, and that anything is actually the most grandious offering because for Magnus "anything" is basically every damn thing that you can think of, even the most impossible. And Magnus is offering that to Alec. Magnus is practically saying he would destroy every damn world or create new life, anything for Alec, whatever Alec needs. And that's so breathtaking because Magnus and Alec hasn't known each other for a long time, and still Magnus is offering to Alec everything he is and everything he has. Because Magnus didn't even put a limit to his offer, except risking Alec's life, because Alec is so important to him already he wouldn't hurt Alec, so important he would do anything at all for him, destroy every damn world or create new life, anything but not risking Alec's life. Because Magnus fucking Bane has already made protecting Alec his mission, and he would do anything for him, whatever Alec needs, but he won't lose him. And I can already feel that "anything" even includes Magnus risking his own life if that's what it's needed to save Alec and it's so breathtaking it hurts
Emergency Overnight Bag aka “hoe bag” essentials

Now this particular post is for my 18+ ladies, the hoe bag as some of us call it is very important. I mean you just never know when you leave the house what the night may have in store for you. So the hoe bag is important to keep in your car so you can be comfortable no matter where the night takes you. You may end up getting a little lit and staying with a friend. Or you may get that ‘come over’ text and end up spending the night cuddling. So I’m going to lace you with the essentials I find important to have in your hoe bag. For my cheap hoes I find most of these things at dollar tree and wally world.

-Underwear and a bra (a set is cool)

-Condoms

-Lube (If you’re into anal)

-Meds (if needed)

-Small makeup bag (your basic face)

-Legging and a tank, or sweats

-A cute and simple outfit or dress you hardly ever wear (I keep two and some cute shoes just in case)

-Face wash, makeup remover wipes/ baby wipes

-Lip balm, deodorant, lotion, mints or gum, a nice scent, toothbrush, toothpaste (travel size preferably)

-Backup bonnet 

-Travel size hair products

-Lingerie

Now what you keep in there is going to depend on preference but these are the basics for me. Happy hoeing 


-Your local drag mom, Ty 

I mean like…..honestly, when Cuban Lance was confirmed, I was so ready for everyone to learn about the culture I grew up on, I was so ready to teach people how to write a Cuban character, but the fact that it has only lead me to more and more discourse has been the most disheartening thing in the world, to the point where I literally had a half-white/half-Peruvian tell me “what about those who don’t want to learn about Cuban culture” and that basically pushed me into this state apathy that I’m in now. Like, idk was it my fault for being so stupid to think that, for once, my culture would be seen and acknowledged as something different from the generic latinx? Like was I stupid to think that people would actually be interested in what I had to say because I’m Cuban who grew up on Cuban culture? Idk m8 idek like, honestly, I’m so tired and disappointed with everything and everyone.

But you know what this means?

Next episode will just be them talking and learning more of each other. Eskimo kisses and Isak laying down on Even’s chest. Next episode will be a relieved friend group (especially Magnus).

Basically it’s gonna be the most domestic and soft thing in the world and I can’t wait.

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Parvathy Thiruvoth Kottuvata
April 7th 1986

Wanna Be Yours

Hey Hun. If possible could you please write an imagine where Daryl is really shy as he hasn’t really been in a proper relationship before. But, he really wants it to work.


Your relationship with Daryl was quite the adventure. When you first met, he was a real hot-head. But you couldn’t help but feel attracted to him. It turned out that the feeling was mutual but you hadn’t sought out that information. It hadn’t been the most romantic conversation in the world. You two had been alone in the woods hunting together when he randomly asked if you liked him. The question had caught you off guard but you said you did. Next thing you knew, he was holding your hand and you took that as him basically declaring you were in a relationship now.

Daryl wasn’t much of a conversationalist anyway. You didn’t mind it at first but now it seemed like you were the one making all the effort. But at the same time, you knew these things were hard for him. Grabbing your hand that day must’ve been the scariest thing in the world to him. You just had to give him time.

But you had your needs too. Once you’d arrived in Hershel Greene’s farm, Daryl had reluctantly agreed to let you stay in his tent with him. It’s not like you expected to have sex with him but he wasn’t comfortable with even cuddling. All he’d ever done was hold your hand. This was starting to feel like a middle school romance. You were trying to be understanding but you started to wonder if he really felt anything at all for you. Maybe this was all you. Did he have second thoughts about you? Were you just absolutely horrible to be around? Was he just staying with you to protect your feelings? What?


You were shocked to see that Daryl was willing to cuddle with you last night before you went to sleep. And you were even more shocked to wake up still in his arms. He looked so peaceful when he was asleep. He was normally so tense and riled up all the time it was nice to see him so relaxed. You leaned in, waking him with a kiss on the cheek.

“Morning,” you mumbled against his skin, “Sleep okay?”

Daryl fidgeted underneath you before you got the hint and scooted away from him. He sighed as he sat up and he shrugged, “Slept fine. You?”

You kept yourself propped up on your elbows, “Fine. So, what’s on the agenda today?”

Daryl glanced at you lying next to him but quickly turned away the moment your eyes met, “I dunno. Wanna go huntin’ with me?”

You smiled, “Sure. Sure, I’d like that. Give us some alone time.”

“Yeah,” Daryl grunted, opening up his tent to crawl out of it, “I’ll leave you to get changed then. I’ll see you later.”

“Daryl, wait,” you said, grabbing his wrist, “You don’t have to rush out of the tent every morning ya know. Don’t you wanna stay?”

“I just…I gotta take a piss,” Daryl muttered, wiggling his wrist from your grip. You groaned, falling back onto your pillow as Daryl disappeared. Maybe this just wasn’t going to work. You were trying your very hardest but it seemed he didn’t want to try. Did he just want to say he had a girlfriend? Was he using you to hide something? What the hell was it? You realized then that you didn’t know much about him. And you weren’t sure if you could stick around much longer to dig deeper into the mystery that was Daryl Dixon.


After changing clothes and eating some breakfast, you and Daryl were off to try and find something to eat for dinner tonight. Honestly, anything would be better than another can of beans. You had been surprisingly silent the entire trip. Daryl picked up on it, knowing that you couldn’t keep your mouth shut longer than ten minutes. But as usual, he said nothing, asked nothing, and kept moving.

“Daryl,” you finally broke the silence, stopping dead in your tracks. You were dreading this moment. Daryl stopped but didn’t turn around. You ran your finger up and down the handle of your knife, “Can we talk?”

“About what?” Daryl said.

“Do you like me?” you inquired.

“What do you mean?” Daryl replied, “Yeah…I guess-I guess I like you. Why do you ask?”

“I don’t think I can do this anymore,” you blurted out, “I don’t think…we can work out.”

This made Daryl actually turn around, eyes wide with panic, “What?”

“I just feel like this relationship is so…one-sided,” you continued, “I feel like you don’t even like me. You won’t even kiss me. I’m not asking you to put out for me or anything but…I feel like you don’t even wanna be with me.”

“That ain’t true,” Daryl muttered, “Not at all.”

“Then why?” you said with a whimper, “Why is this not working, Daryl? I’ve tried everything.”

“I know you have,” Daryl said, “I just…I ain’t good at this, Y/N. Never have been. I got as far as…shit, I never even asked you to be with me. I just didn’t know what to do after that.”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t know what I’m doing, Y/N,” Daryl said, “The shit I feel for you…it’s…brand new. I don’t…I don’t get it and I don’t know what to do with it.”

You suddenly felt weighed down by guilt. He wasn’t being a jerk. He’d just never been in a relationship before. How could you have been so cold to him? You hung your head, crossing your arms, “I guess…I should’ve asked you what was going on before ending things.”

“Does it have to be over?” Daryl murmured, sounding almost like a child. For someone so rough and high strung, there was something so innocent about him.

Still, you weren’t sure you were ready to take this on. And you were certain that you were a terrible person because of that. But it was possible that Daryl simply wasn’t ready for something like this. You might end up pushing him too far.

But, could you give him up? You cared about him, you liked him so much it made your heart hurt sometimes. He had his moments of being sweet. He was protective and loyal. He made you feel safe. You didn’t want to give him up but you didn’t know which feeling was stronger. Your love or your doubt?

“I think…we both have a lot to think about,” you finally said, “Maybe…we should do a little soul searching. Ya know, figure out what we really want.”

Daryl slowly nodded but you could see the hurt in his eyes. You couldn’t take it anymore. You turned away to keep Daryl from seeing you cry, “We’ll talk about it more later okay?”

“Yeah,” Daryl mumbled, storming off and disappearing once more. He always ran off like that. Just another thing you weren’t sure you could deal with.


“So, it’s okay if I share your tent with you?” you asked Andrea later in the evening. Daryl hadn’t returned from hunting yet but you figured he would stay away. You were trying not to focus on him too much, “It won’t be any trouble?”

“Of course not,” Andrea said, “But, if you don’t mind me asking, what happened with you and Daryl?”

“Nothing,” you said, “Just need some space. We can’t see each other all the time. So, I’ll just go and get my stuff then.”

“Sounds good,” Andrea said and the two of you parted ways. As you started for Daryl’s camp, he burst from the trees a few feet away from you, a bunch of dead squirrels over his shoulder. He was filthy and covered in blood. You didn’t see any bloody wounds or bite marks so it was safe to assume he was alright.

“What the hell happened to you?” you asked, “You run into trouble?”

“Just fought off a few walkers,” Daryl muttered, “We gotta talk, Y/N. Come with me.”

“Sure,” you replied as he grabbed your hand and dragged you towards his camp. He came to a halt when he saw your things packed up outside his tent. You looked down at the ground nervously, “I uh, I thought it was better if I switched tents.”

“Why?” Daryl said.

“I would think we needed space to do our soul searching,” you explained, “Right?”

“No!” Daryl exclaimed, dropping his crossbow to the ground, “I’ve done all the thinking I’m gonna do! I’ve done too much thinking and not enough action!”

“What’re you…” before you could finish your sentence, Daryl had a hold of you and he smashed his lips against yours. It was the first time he’d kissed you ever and you couldn’t get enough of it. He pulled away to catch his breath but he didn’t let go of you.

“I’m sorry,” he said, “I still don’t have a fuckin’ clue what I’m doing but goddammit I ain’t gonna just…let you slip away ‘cause-‘cause I like you. I really do. There, I said it.”

“Daryl,” you said, stroking his cheek, “You are so, so sweet. I like you too. We’re gonna figure this out together. I should’ve been more understanding.”

“So, you still wanna be mine?” Daryl said.

“I really, really do,” you replied, “As long as you kiss me again.”

Daryl smirked as he leaned in for another kiss, this one more tender and sweet than the last. Your relationship with Daryl would always be a complicated adventure. But now, at least you knew where you stood. Daryl did like you and he did want to try. And he never wanted to let you go.

My “high fantasy” setting was essentially in a very Tolkien-like world, only the Mideavel battles and the infamous war with the Orcs a thing of the distant past. The world is in modern day with machines and computers. Magic, a sort of wave-particle radiation, permeates the Earth which much technology and organisms depend on (notable exception of humans…).

Humans were Homo Sapiens as we know them. The most populous of all sapient species which most forms of magic. like fibre, is unabsorbable and goes right though our bodies. 

Dwarves are our closest relatives, a light magic using decendant of Neanderthals and the Denisovan hominins. Ranging from 4′6″-5′4″, Dwarves ate a diet heavy in meat and tubers and often lived in underground cmplexes, tho many now use “human-style” architecture. Humans and Dwarves could interbreed easily and produce fertile young.

Halflings” were a critically endangered species descendent of Homo floresiensis who prefers to stay out of global politics. Originally of no “use” there has been a boom of “interest” in them from Humans and Dwarves due to their possible connection with their mysterious extinct “progenitors” (Homo erectus)

Elves were high magic using decendants of Ardipithecus. Extremely lithe and vaguely gibbon-like, their high intelligence and extended lifespan of the elves is due to their heavy dependance on magic. Like the relation of Humans and Dwarves and Hobbits, Elves are actually a genus consisting of several species, notibly the High elves, Drow, and Wood elves (as humans call them). Elves were resistant to use modern technology and in general the tech of other people, older elves are still more likely to use cervine as transport then own a car, tho the hip younger generation of Elves take far more interest in other species.

Orcs were a sapient offshoot of Australopithicus. While often portrayed to be 8 foot tall, in life Male Orcs are only a bit larger then the average man (tho considerably stronger). Orcs hate how the Human-Orc conflicts are taught  and treated, wars that had a incredibly diminishing impact on their people and ended up driving them to poverty for decades.

Trolls had no relation to other species, instead being a mysterious race of sapient terrestrial echidnoderms. Going though highly complex life cycles, Troll larva start off as mouse size bilaterally symmetrical creatures, to the squat “lopsideders” and eventually becoming their 8 foot tall sexually mature adult form. Trolls are nocturnal, and make a thick mucus “cast” around their bodies when they rest that hardens during the day.

The “High Ones” are somewhat the equivalent to the Maiar, mysterious highly powerful entities seemingly like no other creature on earth. They mostly live in the Arctic (and Antarctic) circle, and have. They have curiosity in other species (and manipulating them), but are secretive of their own lives and tech, killing those who come near their settlements. (They also may or may not of been aliens…)

Ogres existed as a Homo habilis-like species that are raw meat and had the intelligence of dolphins. Dragons are semi terrestrial lobe finned fish that like elves were also highly dependant on Magic.

You know what sucks? Being an artist and trying to navigate the art field while being autistic/ADHD/learning disabled and dealing with executive dysfunction. Nowadays the art field is just another business field thinly veiled by the illusion that creativity is all you need to succeed. No. You need ridiculous amounts of drive and motivation, you need excellent time management and communication skills and the ability to be able to handle anything without a break, you need to basically have a degree in law and in business, you need infinite spoons all the time, you have to multitask and keep track of a million things, you have to be dependable, you have to fight for yourself against all the fuckers who will try and use you for free or cheap art claiming that the “exposure” should be enough of a payment, I could go on and on. Art is a business now, and it’s a field that, like most other things in this world, gives neurotypicals an advantage. It used to be a field where creative neurodivergent people who had a hard time in most areas could succeed and were valued. It’s now commercialized, corporate, and anyone who doesn’t fit a standard mold of what an artist should be is shit out of luck.