"Chokeholding's illegal!"

i fucking hated your shoelaces this entire time

You, over there! The one with dysphoria. Yeah, you, c'mere. We all see you, hiding under sweatshirts and avoiding mirrors. It's ok, you can breathe. I believe you when you say you're trans. I know your pronouns are important. You deserve to be called by your name. You don't have to prove your gender to anyone. Breathe, stretch, drink water, eat food. Something good, something you like. Relax your shoulders. Even if you don't believe you are worthy, I do. Your body is yours. You decide what to do with it. You Other people don't get to define who you are. You know. I know. Your life is real and valuable. Joy will always prevail. It's going to be ok

when an already injured character gets tossed like a ragdoll into their buddy by some violent force/explosion/magic/collision (pick your poison) and they both go down hard. the shredded and bruised elbows and knees don’t matter, nothing else matters because they have their friend back… except their friend hasn’t moved or talked or made a sound, limp in their arms. so they roll them over in their lap and sure enough they’re passed the fuck out. hey. no, no, no, no. the pleading spills out of them as their hands scurry over the slack planes of their friend’s face, but no matter how much they shake them, or call their name, they remain ashen and bloody, their breathing shaky and stuttering, there but barely, dead to the world for now. stay with me. they pull them close. please stay with me.

I don't need AI to write. I can create fake scenarios in my head perfectly fine myself.

the intimacy of being vulnerable together. being afraid together. finding safety in each other

I JUST REALIZED BOTH CAROL AND DARYL GREW THEIR HAIR OUT TOGETHER AFTER MERL AND ED DIED WHICH SYMBOLIZES THEM GROWING AWAY FROM THEIR ABUSERS SOMEONE HUG ME IM PHYICALLY ILL

Platonic Carol x Daryl own my heart