#“games I swear at and call names”

[drastrochris]

One thing I like about Manifold Garden is that it doesn't seem to be a way to cheat. If I did a thing, and it opened a door or whatever, that's just me solving the puzzle.

[aroaceyunarukami]

Investigation Team icons! feel free to use if you wanna!

[otaku-tyriq]

The fact I’ve never seen anyone talk about Papa Baker’s and Loaf’s Walmart looking family picture is a crime

[louis-ii-reyes-strand]

thank you @birdclowns @thisbuildinghasfeelings @heartstringsduet @lemonlyman-dotcom @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut for the tags today 🖤 I don't have a lot to share (i've had the busiest week of my life probably) so i'm just gonna post the end of the scene from this snippet i posted a while ago from Tangled Roots.

“You need a ride home and–” 

“I can get the bus. I’m thirteen, I’m not a baby!”

Luisa held her hands up placatingly. “As evidenced by you getting the bus here all by yourself, well done!” 

Carlos glared at her, felt anger buzz under the skin of his upper arms, and felt his core tremble as he curled his hands into fists. He didn’t need to be mocked right now. 

 “I came to tell you that I can come to your game next week.”

The anger he had been feeling drained out in an instant. “What?” 

“Yep, I moved some things around.”

Carlos had been disappointed when Luisa told him about the plans she had with her friends, though he tried not to show it. They had spent hours in the backyard throwing to one another, making up drills to practise other skills, and he wanted to show off to her. Show off how much she’d helped him. Ana and their mom would be there, but they didn’t get baseball like Luisa did, they didn’t live and breathe for it like Luisa did. It wasn’t Ana or his mom who threw the pitch on the ball he broke the shed window with. It wouldn’t be the same.

“But you’re supposed to go to Gabriella’s family lakehouse.” 

Luisa shrugged. “There’ll be other times.” 

“They’re selling it and this is the last weekend they can use it.” 

Luisa shrugged again. “It’ll probably be boring anyway. They already sold the jet skis.”

Carlos threw himself at her, careful not to jab himself in the stomach with her knees or knock her off where she was still sitting on the fence. “Thank you,” he whispered as she slowly returned the hug. 

He felt her brush a hand over the back of his head, then squeeze him tightly.

“He wants to be there, you know?”

Carlos sighed and tried to pull away, giving in as soon as Luisa showed a little resistance. He could’ve broken her hold if he wanted to, already strong for a thirteen-year-old, but he didn’t want to. They didn’t hug very often anymore. 

“I know.” He scrunched his eyes closed against the tears he’d been fighting since he found out. “But it’s my first game of the season and he promised.” 

“I know, Chico.” 

“I just don’t understand why he never tries to come,” He confessed in a small voice, in part because he didn’t want Luisa to hear him, in part because he didn’t want to hear himself. “I’ve seen the pictures and videos of him at all your games, or Ana’s dance recitals. Why doesn’t he want to come to mine? What did I do wrong?”

Luisa made a hurt sound and it broke Carlos’ heart more than finding out his Dad wasn’t going to make his game. He did that, he hurt her, and he never wanted to, not really. “You haven’t done anything wrong. I promise you, Dad wants to be there, but his work is important.” She jostled him in her arms, trying to defuse the tension. “And besides, I’m going to be at every game and I’m a much better coach than Dad is.” 

Carlos huffed a half laugh despite himself. “You better be.”

Luisa squeezed him again. “I’ll be there whenever you need me.” 

It felt like she was promising a lot more than a season of baseball games. 

Carlos sniffed. It was too much, they didn’t talk like this, they didn’t make declarations like that. They knew, of course, they did, but it had to remain unsaid. That was the Reyes way. 

Luisa let go of him and then hopped off the fence, jogging a few steps so her back was to him, giving Carlos a chance to quickly wipe at his eyes. Luisa had broken their rules, and Carlos wasn’t going to break any more by crying. 

“Now,” she said as she turned around. Her eyes were glassy and red-rimmed, but her face was dry. “Do you want to saddle up and head out onto the trail? Or should we go home and work on your ground balls?” 

Carlos scoffed, the noise thick with emotion and the unshed tears he hadn’t quite willed away. “I don’t need to work on my ground balls.”

Luisa shook her head with a smirk, eyes flashing with mischief. “You do if you ever want to play short for the Astros.” 

Carlos bristled, he would show her just how good he’d gotten. “Let's go home.”

He began to walk towards the gate but a noise from Luisa stopped him. She held the lead rope that had been hanging on the fence up in her hand. “Are you forgetting something?” 

Carlos slunk back over to her and snatched the rope out of her hand. She may have helped with how he was feeling about his dad, but he still didn’t appreciate her telling him what to do. 

Her laughter followed him all around the paddock while he tried to get [horse name] back in his stable. 

Luisa made him thank Tío Tomás before they left even though Carlos had seen him for all of a minute before disappearing into the stable. Then she packed him into the passenger seat of the pickup truck she wasn’t technically supposed to drive and let him pick which CD they listened to for the short journey home.

i'm tagging: @carlos-in-glasses @reyesstrand @bonheur-cafe @lightningboltreader @liminalmemories21 @chicgeekgirl89 @welcometololaland @theghostofashton (if you've already done it and i've missed it, please tell me!) and no pressure as always 🫶🏻

[badolmen]

I know I know cringe is dead and I should feel free to talk about a mediocre FPS game from 2013 but also, oh no what if my followers learn that I have interests???

Anyways, Hesh is trans and the Walkers are Jewish it’s my headcanon but it’s true.

[actual-corpse]

Did I really just sink 15 consecutive hours into Supermarket Simulator?

Yes... yes I did...

[bigboobshaunt]

Idunno! Alex and Sandra are soooo clearly both alter-egos to Alexandra* that I can't help but feel any read that would treat them as different people is very disingenuous, like... their genderfluidity is a reference to the color-changing nature of their alexandrite core, it could not be any clearer...

[cultycatlady]

Companion!Tav? On my blog? It's more likely than you think

[lavellane]

accidentally made the duality of astarion/viera so so hilarious. 200yo vampire who longs for the sun more than anything vs 200yo drow who cannot fucking stand the sun and would do anything to go back to a nice damp cave where she belongs 🥰

[sketchycerberus]

Manslaughter getting ready for her opera performance ✨

[swallowtail-ageha]

The categorizing of personality types with clothes is a cancer to society

[oveliagirlhaditright]

So... this is an idea that I don't know if many will agree with, but I'm putting it out there, anyway.

I feel like, for obvious reasons, Buffy and Angel would always have trauma with the idea of him calling her "Buff."

(Unless, in the future, they managed to talk it out and eventually managed to heal from that, so that eventually he could. That's a great option, too.)

But nicknames are adorable. And while usually I'm opposed to someone in fanon calling a character something they didn't in canon (except in the Kingdom Heart fandom, Sora calling Kairi "Kai," but there's a tiny bit of precedent for that), what if way in the future (after a lot of character development and them having a life together, of course, and them being super comfortable with each other) he called her "Fy" for short some times? (Pronounced like the last part of Buffy's name is pronounced, of course. Or how people sometimes might call a "Fiona" "Fi" for short, for example.)

It might be cute. Especially if it's a special nickname that only he calls her, since if anyone else wants to shorten her name, they just use "Buff". I don't know.

[godblooded]

where’s @sorrowmarked i’m starting the 2020 digimon adventure.

[hoodie-prince-kid-archived]

Promptly goes insane

[casualgayplant]

I have sobbed every time.

genuinely.

This game hits the feels and I love it so much.

[cmedics-hell]

ok i HAVE to make a system update post because shit has gotten insane over here.

so we recently split TBTF medic. along with the existing tbtf cmedic and tbtf cheavy fictives. this is a Problem. NOT because theyre all trying to kill each other (although that is. also true (long story)) but because we ALREADY HAVE A TF2 MEDIC FICTIVE. and i CANT FUCKING TELL THEM APART MOST OF THE TIME. so now Medic Original (non tbtf medic) is forced to wear blue all the time because otherwise they look Almost Identical. i hear one of them say something and i have to wonder if its the more normal Medic Original or the much more deranged TBTF Medic and its HORRIBLE