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ivuhe · 1 month
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Me when a character looks like they're one push towards the light
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daryl-dixon-daydreams · 2 months
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The Walking Dead S9 E01 - A New Beginning gifs by @daryl-dixon-daydreams | follow for daily Daryl content!
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sugaree82 · 1 year
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Michonne as CRM!!! Mind blown 🤯
Anybody want to play guess the plot with me?!
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healingpuppys · 5 months
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Darryl Dixon stimboard
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rawdickulousreturn · 2 months
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paleshelter29 · 7 months
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Daryl: Oh damnit the door’s locked.
Beth:
Daryl:
Daryl: *Throws a chair through a window*
Daryl: Perfect
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good-old-kj · 3 months
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I guess I better get back at catching up with FEAR, WORLD BEYOND, and DARRYL DIXON if im gonna be able to watch this when it comes out!
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princemonday · 1 year
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norman reedus being in helluva boss. thats all.
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jrock4891 · 7 months
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The Walking Dead: Daryl Dixon is an American post-apocalyptic horror drama television series created by David Zabel for AMC, based on The Walking Dead character of the same name. It is the fifth spin-off and overall sixth television series in The Walking Dead franchise, sharing continuity with the other series, and set after the conclusion of the original The Walking Dead television series.
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sorens2015 · 1 year
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This is the end...
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ghostlyfanparadise · 1 year
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fred-the-curator · 7 days
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grandhotelabyss · 11 months
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Advice/hard truths for writers?
The best piece of practical advice I know is a classic from Hemingway (qtd. here):
The most important thing I’ve learned about writing is never write too much at a time… Never pump yourself dry. Leave a little for the next day. The main thing is to know when to stop. Don’t wait till you’ve written yourself out. When you’re still going good and you come to an interesting place and you know what’s going to happen next, that’s the time to stop. Then leave it alone and don’t think about it; let your subconscious mind do the work.
Also, especially if you're young, you should read more than you write. If you're serious about writing, you'll want to write more than you read when you get old; you need, then, to lay the important books as your foundation early. I like this passage from Samuel R. Delany's "Some Advice for the Intermediate and Advanced Creative Writing Student" (collected in both Shorter Views and About Writing):
You need to read Balzac, Stendhal, Flaubert, and Zola; you need to read Austen, Thackeray, the Brontes, Dickens, George Eliot, and Hardy; you need to read Hawthorne, Melville, James, Woolf, Joyce, and Faulkner; you need to read Tolstoy, Dostoyevsky, Turgenev, Goncherov, Gogol, Bely, Khlebnikov, and Flaubert; you need to read Stephen Crane, Mark Twain, Edward Dahlberg, John Steinbeck, Jean Rhys, Glenway Wescott, John O'Hara, James Gould Cozzens, Angus Wilson, Patrick White, Alexander Trocchi, Iris Murdoch, Graham Greene, Evelyn Waugh, Anthony Powell, Vladimir Nabokov; you need to read Nella Larsen, Knut Hamsun, Edwin Demby, Saul Bellow, Lawrence Durrell, John Updike, John Barth, Philip Roth, Coleman Dowell, William Gaddis, William Gass, Marguerite Young, Thomas Pynchon, Paul West, Bertha Harris, Melvin Dixon, Daryll Pinckney, Darryl Ponicsan, and John Keene, Jr.; you need to read Thomas M. Disch, Joanna Russ, Richard Powers, Carroll Maso, Edmund White, Jayne Ann Phillips, Robert Gluck, and Julian Barnes—you need to read them and a whole lot more; you need to read them not so that you will know what they have written about, but so that you can begin to absorb some of the more ambitious models for what the novel can be.
Note: I haven't read every single writer on that list; there are even three I've literally never heard of; I can think of others I'd recommend in place of some he's cited; but still, his general point—that you need to read the major and minor classics—is correct.
The best piece of general advice I know, and not only about writing, comes from Dr. Johnson, The Rambler #63:
The traveller that resolutely follows a rough and winding path, will sooner reach the end of his journey, than he that is always changing his direction, and wastes the hours of day-light in looking for smoother ground and shorter passages.
I've known too many young writers over the years who sabotaged themselves by overthinking and therefore never finishing or sharing their projects; this stems, I assume, from a lack of self-trust or, more grandly, trust in the universe (the Muses, God, etc.). But what professors always tell Ph.D. students about dissertations is also true of novels, stories, poems, plays, comic books, screenplays, etc: There are only two kinds of dissertations—finished and unfinished. Relatedly, this is the age of online—an age when 20th-century institutions are collapsing, and 21st-century ones have not yet been invented. Unless you have serious connections in New York or Iowa, publish your work yourself and don't bother with the gatekeepers.
Other than the above, I find most writing advice useless because over-generalized or else stemming from arbitrary culture-specific or field-specific biases, e.g., Orwell's extremely English and extremely journalistic strictures, not necessarily germane to the non-English or non-journalistic writer. "Don't use adverbs," they always say. Why the hell shouldn't I? It's absurd. "Show, don't tell," they insist. Fine for the aforementioned Orwell and Hemingway, but irrelevant to Edith Wharton and Thomas Mann. Freytag's Pyramid? Spare me. Every new book is a leap in the dark. Your project may be singular; you may need to make your own map as your traverse the unexplored territory.
Hard truths? There's one. I know it's a hard truth because I hesitate even to type it. It will insult our faith in egalitarianism and the rewards of earnest labor. And yet, I suspect the hard truth is this: ineffables like inspiration and genius count for a lot. If they didn't, if application were all it took, then everybody would write works of genius all day long. But even the greatest geniuses usually only got the gift of one or two all-time great work. This doesn't have to be a counsel of despair, though: you can always try to place yourself wherever you think lightning is likeliest to strike. That's what I do, anyway. Good luck!
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flowersonmymind1016 · 21 days
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Darryl Dixon was only supposed to be on a few episodes of The Walking Dead but he became a fan favorite and so they kept him. Let’s just do the same with Tommy Kinard now.
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pinkandblueblurbs · 1 year
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he’ll go down first
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daryl dixon x fem!reader. mentions of plus size!reader, cunnilingus, face riding, banter/lighthearted sex, teasing, dirty talk, implied blowjob
“You’re such a fuckin’ tease, actin’ like that in front of everyone.” Daryl grouses once the door is closed, giving your ass a playful smack over your jeans. You spin around to look at him and cock your head in an exaggerated show of confusion.
“Actin’ like what?”
Daryl huffs. “Yes, sir. I need it bad,” his impression of you is high pitched and scratchy, making you giggle. “Please fuck my needy pussy.”
You mean to let out an exasperated scoff, but a laugh bubbles up in its stead. “I did not say that!”
“Might as fuckin’ well have.” He mutters. Before you can respond he closes the distance between you and catches your lips in a searing kiss. He backs you up towards the bed while his hands swiftly undo the fly of your jeans and tug them down the swell of your hips along with your panties.
You gasp when his hands shove your shoulders, sending you backwards onto the mattress. He has the garments fully off you before you can form a thought.
“Lemme at that pussy,” Daryl’s large hands grip your thighs, fingers digging into the pillowy flesh there as he decisively pulls them wide. He leans down to your bare cunt, gazing at it with the same adoration he awards to every other part of you before placing a soft kiss to each of your inner thighs. It makes your chest tighten. “Fuck, I’m gonna enjoy this.”
“Yeah? Then why you takin’ so long?” You quip with a taunting grin. He looks up to flash you a mock glare.
“Impatient brat,” he mutters before leaning down to lick a strip up your slit. You moan at the feeling of his wet tongue on you, his movements confident and well-practiced as he teases over your sensitive skin.
“Darryl,” it’s somewhere between a whine and a demand, but whatever it is he takes the hint and focuses his attention on your clit, flicking over it with the tip of his tongue. You let out a long groan and reach down to tangle your fingers in his hair. “Fuck yes, that feels so good.”
He wraps his lips around the sensitive nub now, sucking steadily and making your vision blur. Your hips itch to move and you don’t hold back, naturally grinding up against his hot mouth, your hands keeping his head where you want it. The vibrations of Daryl’s groan only add to your gratification. You look down to watch him, finding his eyes fixed on you, half lidded as if he’s getting just as much pleasure out of this as you are.
You’re still looking at him when you see his eyes flare open slightly as an idea dawns on him. You whine when he lifts his head away, keeping your hands in his hair and chasing him with your hips, but he swats your forearms to make you loosen your grip.
“Take it easy, girl, you’re gonna like this.” He grumbles with lighthearted annoyance as he moves up the mattress. He settles on his back, head on a pillow, and a thrilled smile breaks out on your face as his intention sinks in. “Get up here.”
You let your smile fall away as you slowly crawl up the bed towards him, putting on a feigned meek look and batting your lashes. “You sure?”
Daryl huffs, rolling his eyes.
“Don’t gimme that shit, you ain’t been shy a day in your life.”
Your act breaks as you let out a laugh and quicken your pace, swinging a leg over him until you’re positioned atop his chest, straddling his head.
He’s quick to grab your ass and pull you forward so your cunt connects with his mouth. You let out a long moan, hands grappling at the headboard as he laps at your wet entrance. Soon his tongue is thrusting inside, stroking along your inner walls and making your thighs clench around his head.
When you look down you can’t meet his eyes like before, your stomach obscuring them, and you miss that intimacy— but it’s made up for by the way his nose feels against your clit when you roll your hips, and the way his strong hands grip your thighs like he never wants you to pull away.
He keeps up his expert attention, licking and sucking just the way you like. You chase your orgasm as you grind against his face. Your moans slowly become louder, more frequent, and tension builds up inside you until finally it breaks and makes way for pure bliss.
Your hips stutter as your orgasm crashes over you, knuckles turning white as they grip the headboard. Daryl works you through it, drawing out your pleasure, not letting up until you’re whimpering at the sensitive sting of his tongue.
His hands support you as you move up and off him, the process slow and clumsy thanks to the weakness in your knees. When you look at him his face is covered in your slick and his eyes are closed while he catches his breath.
“You’ve got a little something…” his eyes crack open and you gesture over the entire lower half of his face, making him snort.
“Yer hilarious.” He deadpans. You grin at him, moving so you’re between his legs. You start to undo his pants, palming at the bulge in them.
“Guess it’s your turn, huh?”
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