So Ummm Welcome To My Jar:) Lemme Show You Around! Theres Some Holes Poked In The Top So I Can Breathe,

Me and the gang when there will be Gremblygunk at the function

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when you’re reading fanfiction and you get so involved in the story you start imagining different scenarios in that same universe and then it’s fanfiction fanfiction

i <3 menial tasks. for srs.

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Polnareff is such a funny character. He has a compelling motivation and is interesting when you look at him narratively but nearly every time there's an episode dedicated to him it's Jean Pierre Polnareff's official toilet tragedy number 57 where upon entering a bathroom stall Polnareff is transported into an evil death maze by the enemy stand user King Gizzard the Lizard Wizard and he must find all the hidden notes and escape the maze before time runs out or else King Gizzard the Lizard Wizard's stand Jeff the Killer will Jeff the Kill him. Meanwhile his friends are having lunch and going "huh. Polnareff's been in there for awhile, I wonder what's taking him so long." as if they don't already know.

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Five More Minutes

Daryl x Gn!Reader Drabble

The sun streamed through the shades covering you two from the outside world and illuminated the face of the man next to you. He was still sleeping, but you knew he would be up soon as the sun was just emerging from the horizon. His arm had found you in the night and was now draped across your middle, holding you in the embrace you have found comfort in so many times.

Quiet moments where hard to come by in the apocalypse, so you cherished these few minutes of peace in you and Daryl's shared before starting the day.

The subtle rise and fall of his chest and his closed eyes was the calmest you ever saw him, and you tried to memorize every detail of his face in these minutes before life started up again.

Soon enough the urge to let him sleep was over run by the urge to touch him, and your hand moved from its position next to you and traveled his dark umber locks, pushing a few messy strands away from his face. Daryls nose twitched at the movement and his fingers tightened around your side, almost reassuring himself you where actually there before he blearily opened his eyes. As soon as he did his eyes closed again in a yawn.

"Morning sleeping beauty" You chided.

Daryl grumbled slightly but you could see the ghost of a smile hinting at his lips.

"Mornin'" His gravely voice was quiet, still weighed down by sleep. Arms stretching as he made a move to get up for the day his hand leaves your side and you frowed.

"Can't we just stay in bed a little longer?" You knew you both had jobs and duties to attend to, but you couldn't help yourself from wanting just five more minutes in bed with Daryl. After a second of silence he let his body fall back onto the bed next to you.

"If someone's pissed I's late to the council meeting m' blamin' you" He draped his arm around you again and you gladly cuddled into the comfort of his chest.

"Fair trade"