#( convo: rainier )

[grapecaseschoices]

SHUT UUUUUUUUUUUUPPPPPPPPPPP

just wanted to try the different ending :-( 🥺

[bikorarey]

13 and 25 for the violence meme, please!

13.) worst blorbofication

I can't even really call it blorbofication cuz it's partially canon but Cullen. All that vitriol and hate just thrown away cuz he's hot is just....bleh. He's not even pathetically sorry for it like Rainier he just is like "well I used to be much worse and now I'm not" when he is only just not in charge. Also people hand wave away him being SUPER CREEPY to Leliana about female Surana/Amell only when she's dating them, never when they're just friends. So yeah worst blorbo is him cuz he's a canon blorbo

25.) common fandom complaint that you're sick of hearing

I am

SICK TO DEATH

of Mass Effect fans saying "Why would I romance a human when there's Aliens?"

BECAUSE THE HUMANS ARE WELL WRITTEN THAT'S WHY. Aliens get treated as Lore dumps when their species is introduced in the game, downplaying a possible personality. Human 'lore dumps' are their personality! Ashley's family history, Kaidan's life as a Biotic, Miranda's life on the run from her dad, Jack's traumatic past, Jacob's disillusionment with the Alliance, Vega's rise through the alliance, Traynor's adjustment to military life, Steve's tragic loss of his husband. ALL PERSONAL. All character defining.

Not 3 full convos of "my people are like this and we think this, and when this happens my people do this!" That is BORING. Human's don't have to lore dump because they get to be full characters. ME1 Garrus , Tali and Wrex are all codex entries with occasional bursts of personality, they're just projected onto cuz they're aliens.

[pisayers]

Prologue

Ahhhh, Pisay. Where do I even begin with you?

In all honesty, the thought of me graduating hasn’t really hit me hard yet. Sure, there were moments in our last day on campus that a tear droplet nearly fell out of my eyes as I walked through the corridors for one last time, but I can’t really describe what I’m feeling as I’m writing this. I liken it to a state of limbo in which I’m extremely hyped to dip my toes into the realm of college, but also torn to shreds every time I think of the people that I have to leave behind in the process.

If you ask me what I remember from my Pisay life for the past six years, the default answer I would give would probably be the grandest events. Buwan ng Wika with the best quartet in Pisay CARC history: Edryll, Maron, RP, Jamil. The field trip where I visited spots in Baguio for the very first time as a born and raised Baguio boy. Food Fair with my best performance as a dead weight. Pi Day which turned into a two-week break which turned into a two year blended curriculum. Last Intramurals season with my teammates helping me get to the Mythical 5, shouting out the Grade 12 peeps Wrenzel, Zyr, Paul, Rainier. Prom night. Isko night. My journey to Mt. Pulag. These would probably be the most common themes if you were to survey the batch regarding their best experiences here in this institution. However, what is going through my mind right now are the little things, fleeting moments that will probably be forgotten as years pass, but can’t help reminiscing over because of its raw sentimental value.

The jamming sessions, Harley on the guitar with Andrew blasting his vocals singing Ang Huling El Bimbo for the nth time. The random conversations with Wrenzel and Raizen where Raizen hits you with the most out of the blue question to the point that you can see a large ass question mark on Wrenzel’s forehead. The 3v3s with the teachers, chasing Sir Jed and Sir Ace around screens like they’re Pisay’s version of Steph Curry and Klay Thompson, then proceeding to rotate to Sir Dems or Sir Jo violently backing you down like they’re Nikola Jokic. The pick-and-rolls with Johann, the dude seems to just get it to your hands at the right place at the right time every single possession. The chaotic games with the Grade 9s as Zach tosses up his Manny Pacquiao looking ass jumpshot and Kishan rebounds it to blow the putback layup. The high scores I would get in the English literature quizzes as I compare them with Kimee’s and Leah’s. The Grade 7s flocking around me on the yellow bleachers to dap me up after airballing their shots a whopping 60 times. The bear crawls across the 1st floor as punishment for the District Meet team, Kyle having the goofiest one there. The commute to Aurora Hill with Zyr where he is either in the deepest slumber possible or trying to get an update on my romantic situation. The blue store convos that can reach up to 7pm with Maron, Nicole, Neal, and Sam. The service days with Aya and Leah back when watching them get sermoned was hilarious. The nerve wracking debates, Aira and Pao carry me every time. The post-math LT verification process with Harley explaining what is basic trigonometry to me, The heart-to-hearts with Paul. The times I confessed my feelings. The times I got rejected. The times I cried myself to sleep doubting my physical appearance.

The little things.

Combine them all together and you have a melting pot in which you can experience what my Pisay life was like with just one sip from the ladle. If you notice, it really isn’t any different from a high school life in general. Pisayers get put with so much pressure and mounted expectations that we tend to forget that we’re not just robots churning out requirements, and while Pisay for me meant that in some sort of capacity, it also meant discovering myself more as a newfound adolescent. A sort of Holden Caulfield journey with less travelling around the States and more phony characters in play.

But it worked out in the end. Pretty high GWA. Academic award. Excellence award. Proficiency awards. Competitions under my belt. Personal projects on the side. Somewhat of a nice legacy. Pisay has also granted me the opportunity to see beyond the academic realm and discover who I truly am. No longer was I the valedictorian in elementary who was tasked to do pretty much everything for the image of the school. I needed my own niche. My own bubble. My own universe condensed into the palm of my hands ready to show the world what I can bring to the table.

And so, to end this stream of consciousness…

TO EVERYONE IN PISAY —

THANK YOU!!!!

To my parents, thank you for your unwavering love and support for me. I know it started out rough for me. It was the first guidance counsellor meeting for low grades and the first time I saw a flying saucer related to silverware and not aliens. However, knowing that I had a place where I could be unapologetically me helped in building my own sense of identity, and your caring nature got me to where I am today. To Dad, thank you for the late night snacks, and to Mama, thank you for the weekend dates. I’m going to miss both of you so much in QC.

To my teachers, thank you for imparting your knowledge and wisdom unto me. To be honest, I’m really questioning the real life application in half of the lessons I have learned in my Pisay journey, but one aspect I will never forget is the values and critical thinking skills that were passed down through diffusion along the way. To Ma’am Melai, thank you for always believing in me and my ability for every writing competition I participate in. To Ma’am Melki, thank you for your generosity and warmheartedness that I will treasure forever. To Sir Quantum, thank you for igniting my passion for Physics with your corny jokes and effort in crafting fun practice problems for us. To Ma’am Krystel, thank you for enlisting me in my very first competition, and subsequently increasing my self-confidence tenfold. To Ma’am Sol, thank you for your everloving care for us Stats babies; we really miss you and I hope to see you face to face some time soon. To Sir Arfe, thank you for teaching me how to cook; hopefully I can use it come college time. To Ma’am Abby, thank you for molding my writing ability into its current quality. To Sir Ariel, thank you for your unwavering kindness for our batch and your willingness to help us judge or critique our requirements in other subjects. Lastly, to Ma’am Eden, thank you for being the first teacher to see the potential in me to do great things here in Pisay. It sounded ludicrous at the start, but I’m glad I manifested it.

To my batchmates, from the bottom of my heart, THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!! I know I started off being probably the most obnoxious and arrogant pre-teen in the fabric of space-time, but I am genuinely grateful that you gave me a second chance at life, given that it was probably easier for your mental health to just simply cancel me and cast me off aside as early as Grade 8. I also know that I did and will continue to make mistakes in the future, but I hope you know that I am going through all of these with the subconscious effort of making strides to better myself as a person. I wish you all the best of luck in your future endeavors.

To myself, well, you’re not done. UPD Economics is coming your way. New faces, new campus, new professors, new chinitas, but same old you. Don’t lose that spark inside you that has been igniting your motivation to study for the past 18 years you have been doing this. Don’t marry early either. Wear protection.

Thank you for everything Pisay! I’ll see you when I can.

[isaacathom]

started playing trespasser for the first time and i want it known that i would die for josephine montiliyet and that the romance-related cutscenes with blackwall continue to be fucking hysterical but in the 'holy shit what kind of cutaway is that' way rather than the intentionally comedic

[pcper-fcntcsy]

When Judah got pissed, really pissed to the point he could barely hear anything people were saying to him, it was like he could only see red. And sure, back home he’d have his friends to go break windows and throw shit off the roof of the 7-11 whenever one of them was pissed off at life, but London was different. Specifically, the “friends” he made were different. And this blonde - Maria, who decided the minute she saw him that she was gonna be the mother hen who followed him around and “took care of him” and shit. And now she bringing some cookie shit overfor - what reason??

“Fine, sure, come the fuck in or whatever,” He didn’t need a mom friend, and he didn’t need cookies. Judah practically threw the plate onto his kitchen counter, stomping back into his apartment and hoping Maria would take a damn hint.

@wundcrlust​

[leakinglungs]

ohhhhhh my goddddddd a friend i had like Feelings for in like 2016 drove two hrs to hang w/me for the day out of absolutely nowhere like we haven't talked in years but they came to town literally just to see me? and we got coffee n had a very emotionally candid convo while drinking rainiers by the train tracks overlooking the water and then painted my soon to be new room w/other friend while they played music and the last song they played was kiss me by sixpence none the richer and i was like ohhhhhhhh my goddddddd i am so confused

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if ur shy and u kno it clap ur hands | accepting

♔- I can’t think of a plot for us and I want to figure that out first!

bruh i can relate!!! i am bad at figuring out plots but i always want to plot stuff with people?? or have an idea of one before i approach. but!!! sometimes it works out and we can figure out stuff together!! like i always like to ask: what would you like to explore with your muse, or what sort of situations would you like to put them in? bc often that leads to having some interesting convos that can help get a plot going!! and i mean, if i answer that for myself, i’d love to post-revelations things where blackwall has to make amends to people, or exploring how he navigates certain relationships as blackwall and then as thom rainier. with iron bull specifically, it’s interesting bc he seems to get over the reveal p quickly?? though i’m sure there’s still more there to work out.