Trans Rick still just makes me so happy

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Trans Rick still just makes me so happy
America is a place that Isabelle has always treated with some level of derision despite never going for longer than a few days. It stemmed not from her own xenophobia but from others'; any time she'd encountered someone from the States in her homeland, they'd been nothing but rude. Haughty.
Still, she'd rather be stranded here, far away from Madame Genet and her men, than back on the ship that had been taking them on what she was certain was their last voyage.
"Issa." She turns her head to heed the boy, though no sooner does she do so does she instantly see what he's about to point out. In the near distance looms a large gate of some kind. Though she's wary about the idea of walking headfirst into the crosshairs of unfamiliar people, if they don't leave this forest they'll be deep within it by nightfall. Not ideal. "We should go. There could be people there. We can ask them for help."
"Laurent…" His insistent belief in the inherent goodness of the human race stuns her, but it's also a source of deep pain. She wants more than anything for her son to be able to trust others— to invite them into his kind open arms, but strangers have proven time and time again that their desire to survive outweighs their shame. "It's—"
Before she can get another word out, a nearby rustle of the trees steals their collective attention. There in the brush stands an oddly kempt man, hard blue eyes focused on them almost as keenly as his gun. Without even thinking about it, Isabelle throws herself in front of Laurent, shielding him from the open barrel with arms outstretched and fear evident.
"Don't." It's uttered quietly, but in the quiet of the woods it echoes like a scream. "...we were just leaving. Please don't."
@paralyziingfears / plotted starter!
I finished reading Daughter of the Deep and WHAT THE FUCK WAS CHAPTER 41.
@cotiere !!
“ — i’m sorry, miss.. do you happen to know where i can buy some flowers? i’m basically new to this town , i’ve kinda forgotten my way around... or maybe even somewhere i can get a drink and catch up with an old friend? ”
SHANE WALSH & RICK GRIMES ( post liked by @mercyprevailed )
SEASON 2, EPISODE 5 - GET SCHWIFTY
I've been rewatching the show for my own reasons (fic research!) and S2EP5 (Get Schwifty) feels a bit different given what we learned in S5EP8 (Rickternal Friendshine of the Spotless Mort). Just some general thoughts about it, searching for evidence or overlaps.
* @saintsdeath … ❛ i’m sitting right here , there’s no need to holler . ❜
rick o’connell does not consider himself a patient man. no one would, actually. most would say he’s the exact opposite : hot-headed, brash, & reckless, with a healthy dash of foolhardiness to him. it’s not that he never thinks plans through - more that he doesn’t think them through enough, & believes himself able to wing the rest. fortunately ( or is it unfortunately ) this belief has been proven right more often than not. ❛ is that right ? ❜ he breathes out, bent half over & resting his forearms on his shins as he catches his breath. ❛ could’ve fooled me with the way i’ve been calling you for THE LAST GODDAMN HALF A MILE. ❜