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neither “that’s not canon” nor “fuck canon we made this all up” but a secret third thing (canon shouldn’t be taken as gospel but is useful as a reference point for building upon and recontextualizing characters and details. if you worship the source material as unchangeable then fandom in general probably isn’t for you. if you have complete disdain for the source material you would probably enjoy yourself more in a different fandom)

#is this not the best part of fandom though? #I love seeing our faves in AUs more than anything

[mistressheroine]

I think about this so much

who else wants to bet that if Merle knew that Daryl was being abused by Will (their father), he wouldn’t have left him behind and probably would have even taken Daryl away with him, cause I think about it a lot ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ and I really wish we saw more into their past and more bonding scenes before the really unnecessary death of Merle

#merle dixon #daryl dixon #dixon brothers #will dixon #the walking dead #twd #michael rooker #norman reedus

[mistressheroine]

#books #library #rolling ladder #bookworm #the dream

[mistressheroine]

@archangelofzion look what you’ve done to me😭😭😭

#bethyl #daryl dixon #beth greene #she lit a fire #lord huron #twd #the walking dead #bethyl fanart

[mistressheroine]

HE RAN ALL NIGHT TO GET TO HER AND IM NOT SUPPOSED TO SHIP IT???

#bethyl #daryl dixon #beth greene #twd #the walking dead #otp #screw that I ship it HARD

[mistressheroine]

#bethyl #beth greene #daryl dixon #twd #the walking dead #seether #amy lee #broken #bethyl fanart

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Okay, so I know I said the next update for Keep Me wouldn’t be so long this time…

But then The Tortured Poets Department came out and it’s been giving ideas, multiple ideas 😬

I mean at this point I might as well just do a whole series - Bethyl (Taylor’s Version)

So anyway…

Watch this space 😉

#bethyl #bethyl fanfiction #Bethyl (Taylor’s version) #so many WIPs #the tortured poets department

[mistressheroine]

#bethyl #okay I’ll reblog it again #I just read Wild Love and I am NOT OKAY #the way he touched and cared for her #I guess I won’t ever EVER get over them #beth greene #daryl dixon #twd #they are my roman empire

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Small Miracles

Beth Greene is not dead. Though it is not for a lack of trying.

After eight long years spent in the CRM's grasp, struggling to find reasons to continue surviving, Beth finally finds her reason: Rick and Daryl are alive, and they are closer than she ever could've guessed. Now she must take advantage of her only opportunity to escape and track them down.

Along the way, she revisits all of the places that changed her into who she has become. And she is forced to remember who she truly is at heart despite how unrecognizable she finds herself.

But she has an unexpected ally along for the journey. Just the same as her, he is somewhat of a living miracle. Except he's no longer living... he's a walker.

[Moonshine Awards 2023 Third Place Winner for Best WIP ZA, and Second Place Winner for Best WIP Reunion/Fix It!]

Chapter 21 // Part 13: The Car

Beth presses her foot on the gas pedal and drives out of the garage, watching in the rearview mirror as Yesenia and Elba wave goodbye. She feels tears pooling in her eyes and quickly blinks them back. It never ceases to amaze her how, in this new world, such strong and meaningful bonds can be formed in such short amounts of time. As she drives down the road and toward the gate, which is slowly sliding open, Mae leans out the passenger window and waves to Yesenia, Elba, and Guillermo. And then they are pulling out of the gate and onto the cracked street outside of Nuevo Atlanta.  The morning sun is slowly rising higher into the sky, casting a stark brightness across everything. Beth speeds through the streets until they reach the city limits and a sign that says they are leaving Atlanta. Even as she knows they are entering unknown territory and even more unknown dangers, she can’t help feeling as though a weight has been lifted from her shoulders: she has her weapons back, a car, and a refreshed store of supplies. Not to mention, she’s had two whole days of good food and real rest. She leaves both Grady and Nuevo Atlanta in the rearview mirror. The wind rushes in through the open windows, and as they reach the open, desolate freeway, Mae lets out a wild laugh. She turns to Beth with a grin that is slowly fading and turning to a frown of worry with every mile they put between themselves and the sight of the Atlanta skyline. “Beth.” “Yeah?” “Do you… do you think we’ll make it? Like, really make it?” Beth glances in the rearview mirror to catch Gale’s milky white eyes. They exchange a discreet smirk. “We already did.”

#bethyl fanfiction #beth greene lives #team delusional #beth greene #daryl dixon #canon divergent au #crm #fic recs #go read this!!

[mistressheroine]

Bethyl shippers be like: It WaS a SeRiOuS pIgGyBaCk😭

It’s me, I’m Bethyl shippers

#bethyl #it’s a serious piggyback

[mistressheroine]

tale as old as honey, a moment everybody knows History of Man (Maisie Peters) x The Prophecy (Taylor Swift)

#history of man #maisie peters #the prophecy #taylor swift #the tortured poets department #the good witch #lyrics

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It never ends

#writing #fandom life

[mistressheroine]

Just this .. nothing else ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

#norman reedus #sexysaturday #excuse me #god damn #this man

[mistressheroine]

Beth finds weed stashed in a stoner van while she and Daryl are hiding out from walkers, and decides to once again be the bad influence. 👀💨

#bethyl #bethyl fanfiction #fic recs #beth greene #daryl dixon #on my faves list

[mistressheroine]

This writer is of the firm belief that our tears become holy in the form of ink on a page. Once we have spoken our saddest story, we can be free of it.

#taylor swift #post malone #fortnight #ttpd #the tortured poets department #music video

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#florence and the machine #florence + the machine #what the fuck?! #how do these people not know Florence Fucking Welch?!

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WIP whenever

tagged by @mistressheroine and @galadrieljones (thank you both!!)

I've been tagged but haven't been able to do anything because I've been on vacay, but I'm finally back AND able to write again! And yes yes yes the next chapter of Small Miracles is coming VERY soon! :D

(also been trying to make this post for 2 days but tumblr kept giving me an error and then i realized it only happens when i indent the text ??? wtf)

Here's a snippet from chapter 21 of Small Miracles:

Along the way, Guillermo speaks in a hushed tone as he tells Beth, “I’ve been speaking with the scientists who researched Gale. They showed me his CT scans. He is… remarkable.”

“Milagro, indeed,” Yesenia agrees.

Beth frowns. “How so? Is he a variant, or…?”

“No, not exactly,” Guillermo says. “I—well, I can’t explain it properly. I am nothing close to a scientist, so I don’t understand what the things they found in his blood and spinal fluid mean, but I do understand that his brain is not like the other rippers.”

She thinks about the things Rick said—about Dr. Jenner and his research at the CDC. “Well, from what I was told, when someone reanimates, their whole brain dies except fer the brain stem. That’s why they only know the most basic instincts: sight, sound, smell, growling, walking, an’ eating.”

“Correct,” Yesenia says. “But Señor Gale’s brain stem is not the only part still alive.”

Beth has to stifle a gasp. She looks from Yesenia to Guillermo with wide eyes. 

Mae gawks. “You’re joking.”

“I wouldn’t joke about this,” Guillermo insists. “Again, I’m no scientist, but from what they explained, it appears there are small parts of other areas in his brain that are still alive—such as the parts that enable speech, critical thinking, certain emotions, and short-term memory.”

“And still, other parts are not yet active, but they are not dead,” Yesenia contributes. “They are dormant, like a volcano. Waiting to be awakened by… something. Perhaps time, perhaps certain vitamins or minerals. Or perhaps they will never be awakened.”

“What other parts?” Beth asks without hesitation. “Like-like long-term memory? Or…?”

Yesenia shrugs. “They did not specify, but I would think it’s safe to assume that is one of many areas lying dormant.”

Guillermo sighs. “Please don’t take this as concrete evidence of anything, though. It’s all very speculative. They say they’ve never seen anything like it, but we must remember that they have extended very few resources studying the virus and the rippers. They’ve only ever worked with the knowledge Aldo left us.”

Beth is left speechless, walking along numbly as she tries to process this new information. Mae is struck completely silent, face gone pale. 

“What I think is most interesting, as they told me,” Guillermo explains, “is that those parts of his brain lit up with more activity whenever he was fed fresh entrails.”

Elba chimes in, seemingly trying to process this baffling information for herself, “Like fuel in a car?”

“More like energy in a battery,” Guillermo says. “Like how we charge our solar panels with the sun. Or at least, that’s how they put it. It’s far more complicated, I’m sure, but they tried to simplify it in a way that we could understand.”

Beth finally finds her voice and manages to say, “I still don’t—I don’t think I really understand. I mean… he’s dead. He’s decomposing just like any other walker.”

“But he is not like any other muerto in existence,” Yesenia says. “Certainly not any that we have encountered.”

“So why’re you telling us this?” Mae asks.

Guillermo shrugs. “We just thought you’d like to know. Perhaps he’d like to know, as well. About just how special he is.” His voice grows gravely stern, “And more importantly, about how vital it is that he never falls into the wrong hands.”

“You must protect him,” Yesenia says in a hushed voice, leaning in closer. “Do not let the CRM get their hands on him. If you are attacked or taken into their custody, you must put him down at the first possible chance.”

“You should tell him,” Guillermo says. “Because if he truly cares about you and Mae, about all of the living left who are trying to rebuild the world outside of the CRM’s control, he could put himself down in a dire situation where you are unable to.”

“And if you can,” Yesenia adds, “we strongly recommend you burn the body.”

“But-but what if he’s…” Beth swallows hard, having never allowed herself to even consider such an idea, yet it’s all she can think now: “What if he’s the key to a cure? To a vaccine?”

“Ay dios mio, silencio, mija,” Yesenia snaps.

“Don’t say that—don’t even think it,” Guillermo says sharply. “He is not the key to any kind of cure. If anything, he could be used to create an entirely new weapon against all those who oppose the CRM.”

“Sí,” Yesenia agrees. Then she adds in a whisper, “We will be destroying all of Gale’s samples as soon as our scientists are finished with them, and the research will be locked away in a very secure vault. If we are ever infiltrated by the CRM, it will self-destruct. No one but only our must trusted will be allowed access to this information, kept to a vow of confidentiality that, if broken, is punishable by death.”

Beth’s blood runs cold and she nods, snapping her lips shut.

They’re right.

Gale is not the key to a cure. But he could be the key to an entirely new, entirely more dangerous weapon that would only be used against people like her, people like her family, people like the citizens of Nuevo Atlanta.

And that’s the scariest part.

She knows they’re right.

tagging @weapon13whitefang @sasusc @not-so-austen @rckyfrk & anyone else who would like to do it :)

#bethyl fanfiction #wip whenever #fic recs