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shows up 30-ish years late with a pitt cola-

One of my unused ideas for the @hunkydrifterscatalogue, Pre-orders open until October 11th!

Merle being the only one who understood his non-verbal baby brother for the first four years of his life.

They communicated by whistling, initially because of hunting, but ultimately because it was easier for Daryl.

Daryl started talking in full sentences on a random Wednesday when he was five years old: "I don't want to skin the rabbit, you do it."

Merle lost his mind: "OH MY FUCKING GOD, YOU CAN TALK! I KNEW YOU WEREN'T RETARDED."

"Shut up, Merle."

"Oh, didn't say anything for five years, and now you think you can tell me what to do, punk bitch?"

Daryl had his first beer that day. He didn't say much else because he was kind of tipsy, and Merle wouldn't shut up, laughing at everyone who said Daryl would never talk, especially their dad.

"I think you speak enough for both of us," Daryl mumbled while falling asleep.

And let’s say that, hypothetically, I was a floret with an affini.

I would HYPOTHETICALLY want said affini to be a plant woman made of aloe vera, because I like the firm squish the plant has.

I would also, hypothetically, want an aloe affini so they could patch up and treat all of my random injuries I get throughout the day.

…

That is puppy’s hypothetical of the day.

— BEREAVEMENT —

cw // spoilers

Waking up after tower destruction and finding no Trevor along, she rushed towards the ruins. Tripping over broken rocks, falling down and hurting her feet she shouts his name. Searching his face in dead faces of villagers and beasts turn over every stone to find any traces.

No signs Trevor's alive or dead.

Drew this a lil bit ago. It's Heron from my story, HDC, and Lain from @wavesalwayscrash! They're both tabby (?) cats with problems (tm)

Two other alt versions under the read more :33