So I have an alarm app cause school, and I was looking at it to turn off my alarm, and it showed my horoscope was, and I shit you not, "if you give up, you will get lucky." Bitch, I've been doin that my whole goddamm life and not one time have I gotten lucky.
ahahah rant about something I don’t know much on but I saw like two things on it and it pissed me off,,
You know what sucks.
When you come home from a long ass day pissy as fuck then see one of your favorite blogs get hate.
I mEAN LIKE WHAT THE HELL.
Archie is great and I love them. Sure I can’t talk to them as often as I’d like but they are really nice and their aRT IS AMAZING, then not to mention their blog which is 1000000% pure awesome and nO ONE WILL TELL ME OTHER WISE.
I mean sure they aren’t on extremely often but that means shit because their content is awesome when they do upload. Then they are an extremely nice person who cares fro all of their friends, and they try their hardest with their blog and its perfect.
But anyways if I get one of those shitty ass messages like ‘oh do you know calliopes-bow-tie, because I don’t like them etc..’ I WILL not hesitate to block the anon.
daryl gets a call off merles phone by a girl who tells him to come get his drunk brother who is passed out on a bench in front of her apartment building and when he gets there he is surprised to hear her not taking merles shit and even giving it back
"Merle, I told you not to call me tonight, I ain't-"
"Excuse me? Sorry, but this isn't Merle. Well, I guess it must be Merle's phone, though. I'm Beth."
"What?" Daryl came to a stop in the middle of the woods and slung his crossbow over his shoulder. "Who is this?"
"I told you, my name is Beth. Who is this?"
"Daryl Dixon. Look, if you're Merle's piece of ass for the night, I ain't got time-"
"Ew! Look, I'm not hooking up with your brother, okay?"
Daryl sighed, glaring a hole in the nearest tree as if he could bore through it into whoever the hell this was interrupting his hunting weekend. "Fine, then why the hell've you got my brother's phone?"
"Well, assuming this is your brother, I found him passed out on the bench in front of my apartment, and he asked me to call you." The bright and chipper voice on the other end of the line paused a second, and then added, "Well after he tried to grab my ass, and after he asked me for something I will not repeat over the phone. Then he asked me to call you."
"Yeah that sounds like Merle," Daryl said, feeling like he wanted to both smile fondly and frown at the damn time. "Look, just tell me where you are and I'll come get 'em."
"I'll text you the address, and don't worry, I'll stay with him until you come, okay?"
"You ain't gotta do that," Daryl grunted, already turning around to head back to his cabin where he'd parked his truck. "Merle'll be fine..."
"Don't be silly. He might be a... pig, or whatever, but I'm not gonna leave him here to wander off. I'll see you in a bit. Bye!"
On the phone she'd sounded like some bright-eyed little girl who couldn't have been more than a teenager. He figured that she'd be long gone by the time he got there, cause there was no way in hell a girl like that would put up with a guy like his brother.
He was wrong, of course. He figured that out as he got out of the truck and instantly heard Merle's slurred voice followed by that same chipper tone, even bubblier in person.
"Aww come on, you sure you don't wanna sit on Uncle Merle's lap? I ain't Santa, but I'll give you a gift if you're a good girl. Hell, I'll give y' a gift if you're a naughty girl, too..."
"Does that ever work for you?" Daryl bit back a snort as he closed in on the bench and saw a little blonde thing, peering down at his brother in interest, "I'm serious, does that work? I mean, do you ever pull that line and actually get a girl to sit in your lap?"
"Hey, you tryin' t' say Merle don't get none? Cause I get plenty, girl. I still got it, okay?" Merle slapped his hand on his puffed-out chest as the blonde-haired girl giggled and replied, "Oh I'm sure you do, Merle Dixon. Just not tonight."
"Awww, sweet thing, you really know how to break a man's heart, don't you? Too sweet for an ass like me, huh? But I meant what I said earlier, my baby brother would-" Merle broke off and looked up just as Daryl came into view. Instantly his brother was grinning, swaying in place as he drawled, "Heyyyyy, it's baby brother! Darylina, I knew you'd come and get your favorite brother."
Rolling his eyes, Daryl ducked down just in time to catch Merle as he swayed to his feet. Slinging his brother's arm over his shoulder, he drawled lowly, "I'm your only brother, Merle. C'mon, let's go... thanks for keepin' an eye on him...."
The moment he looked up and got his first good glimpse of her, Daryl's voice trailed off. She was standing there looking like some kinda angel in a white sundress, her blonde hair in loose waves around her shoulders and glowing in the streetlight above, her eyes big and blue as the goddamn sky and her pink lips curved up into the sweetest damn smile he ever had seen.
And he just stood there gaping like a big-mouthed bass, until Merle burst out in a rumbling chuckle beside him. "See? I knew you'd be sweet on her the moment y' saw her, baby brother. Go on, get her number. Old Merle ain't goin' nowhere till you do..."
Finally finding his voice, Daryl managed to gruffly get out, "Sorry about him. He's a dick when he's drunk."
"Excuse you," Merle slurred with a rough ruffle of Daryl's hair. "I'm always a dick. Thank you very much."
"It's fine," the girl- Beth, he reminded himself- said warmly. "I actually think he's secretly a sweetheart. I mean he's very crude, but he's not so bad. He actually stopped a bigger creep from coming onto me earlier, so when he's sobered up a bit, you can tell him thanks for me."
"Alright." Daryl knew he should turn and go but instead he just stood there with Merle swaying at his side like he was waiting for something, only he didn't know what... until Beth took a few steps forward and gave Merle's arm an affectionate squeeze.
"It was nice meeting you, Merle. You take it easier next time, okay?" She turned as if to go and then stopped, and when she glanced over her shoulder her eyes found Daryl's instead and a soft smile crossed her lips as she murmured, "And Daryl? I put my number in your brother's phone... call me sometime. According to Merle, we're made for each other."
He should have scoffed. But as she walked away with a private little smile on her lips, all Daryl could think about was getting Merle home and in bed... so he could steal his phone and get a certain number off it.
Just in case, of course. It wasn't like he thought Merle was right or anything.
