CARYLGRAM I adore seeing you on my dash, the CARYL tag and this fandom because; 1. Your blog is everything I want to be! You are someone whose intelligence and wit I admire and respect so so so much because you make people think and laugh at the same time! 2. You love CARYL and your shipping method while subdued for some comes on strong once in a while and you end up resuscitating everyone's feels in one single post! It's kind of epic! Thank you for all you do Love Sanja
Oh my, this was a delightful surprise to find in my ask box!
I can’t tell you how much I appreciate your understanding of my “subdued” shipping. I get a lot of jerky asks from people telling me that I ship Caryl wrong, or not enough, or whatever…just because I don’t actually post about Caryl all the time, or because I have the unmitigated gall to say exactly what I think, which is rarely all sunshine and rainbows. But I follow my feels, which are sometimes sweet and sometimes snarky, and occasionally cynical. Even though I kind of totally hate Daryl and want him dead at least half the time, my cold black heart still beats for Caryl.
You are a sweetheart, and thank you so much for sending me this lovely little gem of an ask!
Andrew Lincoln’s “Rick Grimes” stunt double from The Walking Dead.
Yes, seriously. No, I don’t understand, either.
If you’ve ever sat next to someone on a plane who used your every move as an invitation to talk to you, congratulations: you now know what it’s like to be a woman.
Unless I’m mistaken, I just realized that Daryl has replaced his crossbow but he has yet to change pants in the entire series.
I wonder if the skin on his waist has begun to grow around his belt, like what happens to dogs when their collars are left on for years at a time? Although I suppose he’s got that protective layer of accumulated filth, like a dirt shield, to insulate him from developing flesh belts.
I'm sorry that people are mean to you! To all the Daryl-loving peeps: he does not have feelings, bacause he's fictional! And also: " It's called a sense of humour, you should get one, they're nice". I adore your sarcasm and occasional cynicism, keep it up!
Awww, gracias friendly anon! Even through all this mess, I only got one anon and it’s yours.I don’t know if I should be flattered or mad about that. Well, let me just rant for a bit since I have had time to mull things over.
First off, since 3/4 of the fandom failed to grasp the King Solomon parable regarding the magical redneck peen being a COMPLETE AND TOTAL SATIRICAL TAKE ON THIS WHOLE BATSHIT CRAZY POLL BUSINESS, I just want to beg people to either read The Onion a bit, watch The Colbert Report sometimes, or brush up on your biblical references. I was utterly skewed as some Lorena Bobbit, hell hath no fury like a Daryl fangirl scorned psycho. I was waiting for the police to show up at my door since I figured people might have alerted the authorities with some of their reactions. Fictional characters people, fictional characters.
I am crying. CRYING. “Caryl time-out.” My gods, YES. That’s what I feel as if people expect me to go into for not wanting to blow NR 24/7. (And the funny thing is that I honestly find him hella attractive, particularly in his Daryl incarnation.)
I’m reblogging with muthawalker's tags on my most recent post, because they're amazing and hilarious: #You are like the George Washington of the Caryl post modern feminist nation#I’m like John Adams#maybe one day HBO will make a miniseries about it#I’ll be dead but one can hope
I’m gonna need for you both to hold still while I hump your legs.
Thanks in advance for your cooperation.
I’m really enjoying how all the fan photos of Melissa McBride lately are blurry and hazy and generally wildly out of focus, probably because she’s so incandescent that civilian photographic equipment cannot handle her and it just freaks out in paroxysms of dazzlement.
I just want to sincerely thank everyone on tumblr who has refrained from being gross in the midst of all the supergross psychodrama lately. Y’all are really helping me out and I love you like whoa and please see my secretary to schedule an appointment so we can make out.
And I would like for all the grossies who’ve been yucking up my dash recently to go sit in the corner and think about what they’re doing with their lives.