Apr 5
oh, right. When have I ever been worthy of love and respect? I’m not good enough. How could I forget?
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oh, right. When have I ever been worthy of love and respect? I’m not good enough. How could I forget?
[Incoming Radio Edit, #1.
“…FUCK!”
The only other comprehensive noises are static bounding itself to the chains, like the girl had. Distant noise of glass shattering and various other objects that don’t sound so easily as to be broken. A soul, however…
Is broken so easily.
She approaches the radio. No words said. Just muttering. Muttering for what? Didn’t you want this?
From a mocking applause to a violent sob, hysterical, angry, unforgiving, unfortunate. You could consider it unusual to hear whatever unsympathetic creature you believe she is to be this emotional.
“Please…” a haunting voice echoed. Low, quiet, out of the blue.
“I need you. I c a n’ t do this without you. I can’t function without you.”
“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry… come back..”
“PLEASE!”
“They all comforted her.. they’re all griefing. Not for you, but for her.”
“Why did you do this? For her? DO YOU HATE ME?”
“HER. IT’S ALWAYS HER. I HATE HER S̷̢̘̘̼͇̬̬͈̪̄̇̄̃̉ͅO̷͇̻̜̙̝̰͔̤̫̝̮̫̓͛̈̾̽̍̏̽̒̑̊̍ͅ ̶̟̊͑̉̚Ṃ̵̛̎̿̆͌̈́͝Ự̸̡̧̜̤̪̼̻͒̉̎̋̑͑̈̐͘͝C̸̞̩͖̲̄̍̋̽̂H̸̢̨͔͔̱̱̰̫̯̗̙̭̠͕̉̿̓̌̈́̂̓̿̍̾͗̈́͐̚͝.̸̲̳̼͎̙̱͚͑͂́̈́̑̀͋̾̽̀̿̐̉̕.”
“COME BACK. PLEASE. I’LL DO ANYTHING. I’LL STAB MYSELF IN THE THROAT THOUSANDS OF TIMES.”
She cried and cried, but there was nobody to answer—nobody but her own greedy faults. And soon, those sobs just turned to muffled panting. The radio picked up everything but one. It could never pick up true care in the face of a hateful facade.
“Seth, I love you. I miss you. I’m sorry. You didn’t have to do this. You could’ve just.. asked me… for help.. for care… anytime. I would’ve provided.”
“…”
And then, a defeated shudder of laughter.
“Haha.”
Click!
Ell is unavailable for asks. Apologies.
Ive been fighting myself on whether i should post this or not, since its kinda old and rough, and also.... //o-o// But fck it.
hmm. hmmmmmmmmmmmmm. *looks at my own habits* hmm. hmmmmmmmm.
*starts profusely sweating.* huh. thats really. funny. huh.
i feel like a piece of shit for ranting at my boyfriend while he was napping (i felt abandoned and lonely)
GIRL I LOOK SO GOOD RN I GOT THEM BLACK BAGGY PANTS WITH BLACK SOCKS AND A LOOSE -ISH BLACK AND WHITE BILLIE EILISH SHIRT SILVER NECKLACE WITH MY NAME A BLACK CHOKER (RIBBON) AROUND MY NECK AND A BOW IN MY HAIR (ANOTHER RIBBON) AND BLACK GLASSES
my style is the opposite of this we should breed and see how our kid dresses
(i’m so sorry)
YOU SOUND SO GJDJXHDKDNSHFUSNFUWJDH RAHHHH I WISH I COULD SEE 💔💔
Other bonus
Should Galo be the priest at the Flynnkiller wedding?
Yes
No (suggest alternative in notes)
No (I'm homophobic)
reader pronouns: she/her “Thought you might be out here still.” Glenn’s voice shattered the silence but Daryl didn’t turn aware from the bare dirt mound in front of him. Soft steps in the grass approached and the archer felt Glenn settle in beside him. “Daryl. You should come in. You haven’t slept in—” “No,” he drawled gruffly. His fingers fidgeted. The nail of his index finger catching along the side of his thumb and digging in until it bled. Glenn nodded, even though Daryl didn’t see it. He turned, defeated, to head back to the prison. “She told me somethin’.” Glenn froze and looked back at Daryl. “Right before—as—as she was dyin’.” Glenn felt a sharp pain between his lungs and returned to the graveside slowly. “What was it?” But he felt he already knew the answer. “She—she told me she—” but Daryl stalled out. She loved me. He couldn’t get the words out. His tongue felt thick and cumbersome in his mouth and his throat felt constricted. “I know,” Glenn said. Daryl looked up at Glenn in surprise and the look on his face sent Glenn’s heart dropping to land in that fucking red-brown soil sitting just off the toes of his boots. “She did.” An agonized expression crossed his face and he turned away again. “I wonder what the world would look like if I’d known that sooner,” he drawled quietly. Glenn was left feeling sick and empty. Daryl was strong, but at that moment, he really worried that this... this he might not recover from. Prompt: “I wonder what the world would look like if I’d known that sooner.”