#But like in a haha way and not in a Jesus christ that is sad way

[girlwiththegreenhat]

you know what? at least he got his wedding. i guess ,

[sculptural-renaissance]

Halloween is my favorite holiday, so I'd be remiss if I didn't combine it with SGU, my current hyperfixation. 😂 I did try posting this on Halloween, but my phone didn't want to cooperate with me. Anyway, hi new people, I hope you like the "episode" I made for Halloween! Yes, it's #7. I post these on Facebook, so eventually I'll post the others here, too. :)

I guess skeletons don't count as humans even if they're human skeletons??? Depends on what lore you're working with.

The absolute small dog energy of daring the guy who's Best at Shooting to shoot you (it's me I do shit like this IRL) (Someday Imma pull a full Carmen and be like LMAO WHAT'RE YOU GONNA DO, STAB ME??? and then just get fucking stabbed.)

Greer probably deserves an award for killing the most different kinds of aliens.

HUEHUEHUEHUEHUEHUEHUEHUE

Spoiler: Rush goes to the infirmary anyway, can't find any pills, and ends up stealing a fistful of bandaids out of spite.

I had to do actual Research and Math for this one.

Pidgey and Rattata are the two most common Pokémon in Pokémon Go, according to the internet. I'm also aware that puts this scene in 2017, but ehhhhhh STASIS *waggles fingers*

Yes, I have a general timeline for the more serious stuff I probably won't ever get around to making. No, I don't strictly adhere to it when shitposting if it keeps me from making a dumb joke.

Imagine you get everything you ever wanted: working legs, a cool job on a spaceship, and that guy you've been obsessed with for like a decade finally wants to rail you. Now you get to listen to him whine about how the crew's not-doctor won't give him prescription drugs for fun. Peak monkey's paw experience.

Dale is my 3rd favorite guy but he's absolutely Destiny's Meg sorry not sorry

Hail Hydra moment

My husband remembered that the show Skeleton Warriors existed, and then I spent like, an hour and a half photoshopping a single panel that barely anyone will read. 😏

☆☆☆

Anyway, I hope the handful of tumblr denizens who see and understand this post will get a little laugh out of it. Idc if it's late, Halloween is a FEELING and the Skeleton War is ETERNAL

[sampirism]

talkn bout my opinions on rook and varric and roleplay and feeling disconnected (roleplay in a game sense not the freaky sense. sorry) - SPOILERS FOR ENTIRE GAME, BEWARE. this post is WAY too long. sorry about that too.

it's very evident that bioware/EA wanted an action/adventure game first and an RPG second, but let me type at you.

i hate to say that i didn't feel particularly sad about varric's fate, due to the structure of the game. it is, in hindsight, completely obvious that he was not alive! i just hadn't been thinking about varric much at all the entire game because you have limited opportunity to talk to him in the infirmary or when he plops around barefoot when everyone decides to sit at a table and talk about how fucked we are. i genuinely forgot he was there otherwise.

he barely feels like a guy himself. because there's no personalized worldstate, any specific mentions to events or characters might be jarring to the player who may have made a different choice along the way.

no one talks about how sorry they are about varric because they CAN'T or the twist is completely revealed. even with another DA2 character in the game (who my hawke romanced. who is now dead in the fade. glad to see you're LIVING IT UP ISABELA!!! (I'm jk. a little.))

there's no response rook can say to condolences outside of "oh, thanks" without the game fully revealing its Twist, because "I'll tell him you said hi" and "he'll be up and walking in no time!" are only reasonable responses from a Mourn Watcher, and even then, should still cause your companions to be a little alarmed. the closest we get to this is the inquisitor making reference to lost friends, and rook visually registers it, but its swept under the rug and moved on from immediately.

(i know we're all mentally unwell in this lighthouse repressing our feelings but jesus christ)

despite spending two games with him and enjoying him as a character, I struggle with feeling much for his loss AS my rook, because i found there to be no meaningful connection between him and rook. i was only told i was supposed to have one.

the game wanted so badly get the ball rolling with an immediate threat, its at the expense of roleplay. you could argue that da2 and inq also started with Immediate Threats but you are also very limited in the choosing of your backstory in those games.

rook was deliberately designed to be more open-ended, with more similarity to origins, but still gave you a prequel where you felt what your life was before The World Began To End.

there's this conversation you can walk in on with lucanis and davrin, where they're talking about their worst jobs. there are three dialogue for rook I think and i can only remember two but they were "I don't want to talk about it" or "man I have the dreadwolf in my head". (I... honestly think the third option was very similar to the second one but I have a very bad memory. sorry)

i played a mourn watcher mage. i had to have done some messed up spirit stuff. some bone shenanigans. not able to mention my Down With Nobles rebellion at all. i halfway expected it to be revealed that my rook was just like a shitty pawn (haha) and actually all her memories are fake and not real. but obviously you meet people from your shared backstory and they do know OF you but they don't really know you

in mass effect 1, there were some unique missions related to both the backstory and psychological profile you picked for shepard. they were short, and nothing happens like that in 2+3 that i remember, but they are unique to your character and are something at least.

no one really asks you much more about yourself! mourn watcher rook is literally Found In The Crypts as an Infant, an incredible mystery that you have to fill in the blanks yourself, which could be something someone wants-- but i personally like my characters a little more predefined in a game such as dragon age. vague history worked for me in games like skyrim and fallout new vegas, even baldurs gate! but makes me feel wholly disconnected from the story and group here.

there was a fair amount of dialogue choices for mourn watcher, especially with Emmrich-- talking with emmrich was one of the few times my rook felt like A Person-- but there were other times that my companions seemed to think emmrich was the only necromancer/watcher on the team. (i even specialized in death caller!)

by containing all the dialogue with companions to ! markers and outings, it's weird to be unable to have any conversations without being able to provide personal insight, whereas some NPCs in inquisition actively asked you about your past.

its particularly noticeable because of lucanis, whom my rook romanced. the dude has a lot to say about nevarran culture and the necropolis and such, and we can have zero conversations on the matter lol.

maybe this is like, really a mourn watcher thing? maybe it feels better as a crow or a warden. but if you offer me the choice to be a freak crawling around in a tomb. i am going to be.

TLDR: i really feel that a prequel mission, a recruitment by varric then a timeskip, a personal quest tied to the consequences of your backstory, something, anything, to make rook feel like an actual part of the world, was a necessity and sincerely a missed opportunity. if you actually read this far, thanks!

[jeonwonoow]

Chapter 1. The Invitation

warnings: none

taglist: @miraes-world

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A soft sigh left your mouth before you lightly bit your lower lip as you stared at the white card with powder blue accents and at the center, a photo of a little boy sitting in between his big teddy bear’s legs. The corners of your lips curl up into the softest smile possible as you caressed the said photo. “You look so much like Soonyoung, really,” you whisper as if the little boy could hear you.

You didn’t bother to open the card and put it down on your coffee table then grab your phone in exchange.

Soonyoung:

Hope you got the invitation in your mail. Hayoon wanted to bring it personally to you but we were busy in preparations for Hyungjunnie’s christening. See you there, Y/N!

You:

I did, Hosh! I’ll make sure to come. I can’t believe it’s been a year since junnie came.

Soonyoung:

Yeah! So when is our best friend gonna grant our wish and give our junnie a playmate? :(

You:

Tell junnie I'm sorry haha. It'll take a while.

Soonyoung:

We're at that age. You've buried yourself under all the work since...you know...:( why not give love a shot again?

With a shake of your head, you put your phone inside the pocket of your jacket and got up from the couch, not sending any reply to Soonyoung's last text message. Sunday won't be a free day then since you need to go out and get some nice clothes for their son's christening.

While driving to the mall, the deafening silence made you think about the last text message of your friend again. He's right and it's somewhat sad. You like to think that you have completely gotten over the past, just because you don't cry over it anymore. You just didn't want to admit to yourself that your heart still has that wound that wouldn't heal, no matter how much time had already passed, no matter who tried to help you; that it still clenches whenever he passes through your thoughts. You tried. You tried hard. You gave it a try, you gave men chances, but nothing works anymore so you just focused on work, work, and work.

"It's been 3 years," you whispered as you watched the countdown of numbers beside the stoplight. "If we never broke up, would we have had our first born already too?" You slightly chuckle and grab your coffee you got from a drive thru earlier, taking a sip just to wake you up a little bit and stop your silly brain.

—

The week passed by so fast you hadn't noticed it's already saturday, Hyungjun's christening. Soonyoung had to call you and check up on you, making sure again that you're coming. He checked up multiple times during the weekdays too that you almost feel like you're the one going to be baptized. "Jesus christ, Hosh."

"Okay, okay, sorry. Just asking if you're coming...again. You know, junnie misses you very much." Actually, he's just very worried you wouldn't come after seeing the invitation you didn't even open, which is by the way, missing. You ended the call while rummaging through all the papers on your table, unable to find the invitation. You probably brought it to your office and left it there but whatever, you could come in your pyjamas and Soonyoung and Hayoon would still take you in as they seem so excited for your presence.

As soon as you got your dress on, you slipped on a white pair of high heels and gave yourself one last look on your mirror before hurrying to the parking lot of your flat. You can't understand how you're feeling at the moment, and why it's all mixed up. You drove anyway to the location with your thoughts pushed in the back of your head.

The first thing you see after getting out of your car is Soonyoung walking towards you, followed by Hayoon who's holding Hyungjun's hand as the little boy stumbles, still learning how to walk.

"I'm so glad you came!" Soonyoung spread his arms and you dive into his hug. "We've all been so busy the past months."

"Right. I'm still so glad Soonyoung turned out to be a really responsible dad and husband though," Hayoon pops into the conversation. "Imagine if I had to be a mom and also had to work altogether. At least I get to be with junnie while he grows."

"I know," you chuckle. No, what do you know about being a mom, it's just an expression. "Will you come back to your work when Hyungjun grows a little more?"

"We're planning to just build a business, actually," Hayoon says as you all walk into the church, Hyungjun now carried by you.

The sound of a car making a drift onto a parking space made you turn your head just quickly before turning to your friends again. You couldn't pinpoint what that feeling is again but your breath surely hitched.

A few minutes later, the ceremony starts and you get into the solemn feel of the moment not until the priest ordered the godparents to come in front. As you find your spot, you see him in your peripheral vision. Just to make sure you weren't going insane, you slowly turned your head to your right to fully see the man in white button up and black slacks with his hair pushed back. It's almost as if you have become deaf that moment. The world just stopped and you weren't sure if you're still breathing.

He looked at you and your eyes locked for a few seconds before you broke it as soon as the corners of his lips curled into that smile. That stupid smile that never failed to make all the blood in your body go up to your face. You wanted to leave. You wanted to disappear. But for Hyungjun, for Soonyoung and Hayoon, you needed to stay, and so you did.

Soonyoung and Hayoon noticed how tense you were when everyone was sent back to their seats. They looked at you with worried eyes, and then looked at him.

"What's this?" You mouthed as soon as Soonyoung returned his eyes on you. He raised his palm a bit, enough to signal you that you'll talk about it later.

After the ceremony, you hurried to your car faster than lightning, but not faster than Soonyoung who left his wife and son inside to entertain everyone and the priest. "Hey-"

"I wasn't informed, Kwon Soonyoung."

"I was wondering too," he nods. "Your names were written beside each other in the invitation. You know now why I kept checking if you'd come. I was wondering why you weren't going mad, honestly." Ah, yes, the invitation you lost that you hadn't even got to open. Your shoulders sulked as you leaned back against your car door.

—

"Hayoon," the woman turned when she heard a man call her name after everyone started to leave. "She's still here? I didn't think she'd come."

"Hey," Hayoon greeted back, holding Hyungjun in her arms tightly. "Soonyoung and I were worried about that too. Looks like she didn't see your name listed there, Wonwoo."

Wonwoo chuckled, remembering that habit of yours to not read details thoroughly. You even accidentally drank expired milk because of that back when you were in highschool.

"Soonyoung probably followed her." Hyungjun stretches his arms to Wonwoo and the man gladly takes him as they walk to the parking lot, his heart instantly warming up.

—

The moment you see Hayoon approaching with the man carrying the little boy behind her, you grab the handle to your car door but Soonyoung stops you from opening it. "Kwon Soony-"

"Y/N," his voice went into your ears and straight to the void in your heart. Jeon Wonwoo. "It's been so long." Your eyes went from Soonyoung to Wonwoo to Hayoon to Soonyoung to Wonwoo.

"What do you guys want from me?" Almost like a kid throwing tantrums, you whined making them chuckle. You're still that whiny girl they remember even after changing your persona into this tough, independent, workaholic single lady after breaking up with Wonwoo.

A moment of silence fell between the five of you until Hyungjun started throwing an actual tantrum, probably wanting to go home already just like you. "Come here," Soonyoung takes him from Wonwoo and bids goodbye to you. Hayoon does the same, leaving you and Wonwoo like they didn't just set you up into this. And so you were left in yet the most awkward position you've ever been in your life, standing face to face with your ex.

"Hey," you both say, your voice almost coming out as a soft whisper. Wonwoo slips his hands into his pockets and presses his lips against each other into a thin line. "I didn't think you'd come," you both say again, getting surprised at how your minds still sync.

"I actually didn't see the invitation."

"I was thinking if you read my name, you'd cancel."

"'course I would." You roll your eyes and turn to open your door, finally, but you're stopped again by Wonwoo's hand on your arm this time. "Can you not fucking touch me?"

"Can you not curse on me?" His stern voice made you turn your head. "I want a peaceful talk and you're making it hard. Are you still mad after all those years? Can you hear me out? Or, can we at least be civil this time?"

Yes, you're still mad after all those years. And no, you don't wanna hear him out and have everything come crushing your heart again. Also no, you can't stay civil with him because you'd go insane with him being so close yet so far. "I hate you. So much. Jeon Wonwoo."

[zabala0z]

Welcome back to “new fan listens to S3 and OH MY GOD THEY NAME DROPPED THE ENTITIES” and I’m your host, Zabala0z!!! I just listened to MAG 111 if you could tell so be prepared for a long post.

MAG 107: Third Degree

Very The Desolation-core. I mean the officer literally asked “what do you love most” and the guys dad was dead a week later so duh. Sucks that Jon literally has to read out a statement or else he’ll like get sick. Bro has to read a scary story unless he wants to die 💀

ALSO JULIA MONTAUK??? TREVOR HERBERT?? Isn’t that bitch dead???? Bro had lung cancer last we heard about him wth 😭 the weirdest duo ever by the way

MAG 108: Monologue

Not much on this but Peter god damn Lukas, get out. He’s very cheerful in a way that reminds me of Michael Crew, y’know. I don’t know how old he is but he’s a sea captain so like 35-40? “Thought we had a chat. Alone” oh haha, you bastard. Anyways the statement dealing with loneliness and Peter Lukas appearing I guess was something Elias did, I mean Peter said it himself. Peter didn’t seem to like Elias a lot which makes me think, why is the Lukas family even patrons of the institute and why is Peter and Elias suddenly having these meetings?

Not much on MAG 109. Still wondering why Trevor is not dead but whatever. Bulbs breaking is a common theme with like Julia’s thing.

MAG 110 has a heavy spider theme (eughhh). Also loving the Basira, Martin, and Melanie trio.

Now finally the major one; MAG 111: Family Business

Oh my god. First off, hearing Gerard speak is giving me so much closure. Literally his first mention was in MAG 4 😭 his mom sucks. Duh. But let’s get to the main part. The entities. Jesus Christ.

There’s 14???? Jon says that’s a small amount for them being manifestations of peoples fears but that’s too much for me. But I’m so happy we get all the names for them. Because of course they are manifestations of peoples fears, that’s what gives them power. Fear has always existed as long as living things existed. I think it’s so interesting they brought in animals into it as well because maybe they aren’t as complex but they feel fear as well. And there’s billions of animals.

Gerard makes me sad. Like every mention of him, he’s like helping people or at least doing something good. I wish his life was better cause god does he deserve it.

The Lukas’s I guess are apart of The Lonely. I thought they were apart of The Vast but maybe there’s just some overlap. I think it’s interested they serve The Lonely and are patrons of the institute which serve The Eye cause if you think about, those are two different things. The Lonely deals with being alone and there being no one around. The Eye deals with there being someone, something, that’s watching constantly. I gotta know how they became patrons or I will explode damn it.

Then there’s the rituals, what the hell is the Watchers Crown 😭😭 give Jon a break. I’m gonna theorize that Jon is gonna have to deal with that and is somehow going to be the key to it because he can never have a normal life. Gertrude is interesting because yeah she’s ruthless as hell but she also stopped the world ending like a ton so I guess give and take.

I think that’s like most of my thoughts I can write on here. Which is like 1/5 of it. But god I’m so happy we have names, these are so cool. Or not cool. I might make like a post, ranking on which would be my biggest ops 💀

[rustboxstarr]

ANGSTY blurb but happy ending.

Eddie x bsf!Reader

Cw: love confession 🥰, talk of porn haha, character death, weed, Eddie being rly fragile physically from the upside down.

When you deliver Wayne the news that Eddie passed, not telling him about the upside down you both clear out his room.

When you show up with heavy shoulders and tears prickling your eyes you find Wayne nursing a beer on the couch, multiple cans littering the coffee table. Wayne looks up at you with sad eyes and greets you.

For about an hour you sit and talk about Eddie, grazing the surface of how deeply his death hit you both finally you slap your knees and stand up taking a deep breath ready to tackle Eddies room.

“Alright kid” Wayne looks up at you, making no attempt to stand himself “this is what we’re gonna do, you’re gonna take that duffel bag, and you’re gonna go in first and take out all the weird shit you know he wouldn’t want me to see and then we’ll get started” Wayne manages a timid smile and a chuckle as you nod your head.

He can hear your broken sniffles and dampened sobs but smiles everytime he hears simple laughs at the stupid things you find.

Jesus Eddie how many pornos does a man need?? You think to yourself as you check under his bed to find two stacks, mostly featuring heavy metal.

You frown confused as you open his bedside table to find lube, tissues, some more magazines and.. pictures of you?? Pictures you knew he’d taken but never seen before.

Quite a few taken in particularly loose and small clothing, some you didn’t even realise he had taken with your back to him. Then it hit you no fuckin way was he like jerking off to these Jesus Christ. But as you continue to ponder over the photos the possibility of him maybe having a little crush on you crosses your mind. I mean you wouldn’t be jerking of to pictures of your best friend unless you liked them right? Normal porn would suffice otherwise wouldn’t it??

All this time you had been harbouring a bit so small crush on him and he felt the same way? You consider telling him, confronting him and maybe both admit your feelings untill you realise you can’t. Because he’s dead.

Occupying yourself with rooting through the rest of his stuff you distract yourself from thinking further on what could have been or the fact that Eddie wasn’t around anymore.

20 minutes later you walk out with the duffel bag filled with porn, weed, a ridiculous amount of bongs and some other things that were hidden from view that you thought might be embarrassing for Wayne to find.

Wayne tells you to take anything you want but obviously leave some for him so you end up walking with about half of Eddies room to your car, listening to a mixtape he’d labeled feeling the blues like some wimp, the name making you laugh but the music making you wallow in sadness as you drive home.

(Skipping ahead lolz sorry)

You had been told by Owens that Eddie had passed, everybody had mourned him, there was a funeral and everything, until suddenly almost two months after the whole endeavour a military van slowed outside of Steve’s house in the middle of the night to drop off a beaten, bruised, still slightly bleeding and limping Eddie.

Steve called you that night shouting at you to come over and by morning you were crying and laughing with a fragile Eddie in your arms.

It was 3 am and you were sprawled out on the couch, sat comfortably against the pillows while Eddies head rested in your lap, Steve asleep on the recliner next to the tv.

“So Munson” Eddie looked up at you as you whispered his name “you know me and Wayne went through your room” his eyes widened slightly as you spoke “don’t worry he didn’t see anything, he sent me in first” you chuckled as he relaxed “but dude! What normal human being needs that much spank bank material?!” You whisper shouted.

He chuckled embarrassed “hey you can’t say shit you have like so many sexy books on your self” you sneered at him “and under your bed” he grinned. “That’s normal, what isn’t however is the amount of pictures of your best friend hidden under dirty magazines” you raised your eyebrows.

Eddie sputtered “wha- I, I hadn’t- I didn’t get a chance to put them up” he explained “Mm sure” you couldn’t fight the smirk pulling at your lips “you’re such a wimp dude, should have just told me you liked me” you said proudly “what so I could embarrass myself and walk off with my tail between my legs?” “Hah! So you admit you’re the devil” you grin widely. Eddie only rolls his eyes “and no, if you would have just told me you would have gotten to hear it back you idiot”

“Yeah sure so funny” he rolled his eyes again turning to look away from you “omg you shithead I’m serious” you bring his attention back to you “also you’re like an actual moron, Robin screaming at how I had a crush on you while she was drunk wasn’t a tip off?”

“She was drunk! And hey you didn’t tell me, you’re a wimp too!” He whisper shouts “this is not about me” you turn away faking being nonchalant.

[vtforpedro]

I'm feeling really low. I would give my love to someone again if I were given the choice even knowing this is where it leads because it was the right thing to do, but it sucks right now. I'd mostly made peace with this until I was reminded this week that I'm chronically the lesser friend, the least important one, the one not worth treating well. It makes me sad. But I'm proud of myself for the love I gave even though it was spit in my face in the end :') Anyway. Longtime friendship ending is shitty, especially when you share a fucking discord server. Life: Moving sucks. Half my apartment is packed and at my mom's house. I'll be there in less than a month and I just have to hope that I can hang on to something. I have to hope Lilly will be ok. But it's not a great feeling. Disability claim and case? Who fucking knows. My psychiatrist of like seven years dropped me unexpectedly on Monday and the practice lied to me twice about why, so that was kind of awful lmao got an appt set with a new one and can only hope he keeps me on the same meds haha :') Heart is better. Brain is the same. But my neurologist? The dude who so thoroughly ruined my life? He is fucking leaving the hospital and I AM FREE. I never have to see this man's face again. I'm done with him. It's over. I wish his future patients well. I'm tired. I feel defeated by life and I kinda want to give up. I'd been feeling a lot better that way but now it's not so great. I'm tired of chronic pain that is starting to range in the moderate-severe end from like. my head to my toes. I'm tired of my life continually falling apart every couple of weeks in some way or another lmao I'm tired of men and I'm tired of the idea of ever trying to make friends again. If I'm not used as an emotional dumping ground, I'm a friend of convenience or 'help.' If the most someone can do when I share something about my life is keyboard smash or say one word before launching into a huge tale of their life and expecting me to respond, I'm just gonna drop them. Jesus fucking Christ, I'm a human being, too. I have thoughts and feelings too 🙃 please stop doing this to people. I'm tired of having to be the monster in someone's story because I put boundaries down and step back for my own sanity and mental well being. It just sucks, man. Genuinely believe life is never going to get better at this point. I'm tired of the smallest wins getting overshadowed by larger losses. Anyway, sorry for such a gloomy post. I'm exhausted and I never know what to do anymore. Thank you for your love and support. I truly feel it, but I don't know what to say back except thank you. Love you all. Be kind and take care of yourselves.

[ad-hawkeye]

wanted to know if you ever got to read artem’s pool/8 ball card i thought the event story was cute but i was a wee bit curious on your thoughts on the card

I JUST FINISHED IT!!!!!!!!! AS WE SPEAK!!! i have a whole list of my thoughts HAHA SORRY FOR THE RAMBLING IN ADVANCE

"artem had to join a pool club for work" is one of the better excuses to give him a new hobby, ill begrudgingly give them that

im glad artem still has the alcohol tolerance of a squirrel. do NOT let this man go off by himself he will accidentally take a sip of alcohol and then need a time out in the corner.

"is it that obvious?" yes, artem.

mc making sure artem eats a fucking meal is rly cute LMFAO

mc ordering artem a non-alcoholic drink is also sweet. i remember i wrote a fic (all the way back in like 2021 after reading atmospherics) where i wrote abt artem going out of his way to drink mocktails after all of that. genuinely really happy to see that's canon.

i've noticed newer ssrs are just. shorter? first year ssrs tended to be like, over an hour long when put on auto. but newer ones are only 40 mins on auto. laaaame. but then again with the overall writing quality, maybe they're just putting us out of our misery.

ah yes. artem getting surprised by mc kissing his cheek in public. what a sly sex chad. did they get the only good artem writer left at hoyoverse on this card or something

artem being exhausted from socializing is a mood. girl same.

the way these two talk about alcohol sends me. dear god artem we can let you have a sip oh god. OH JESUS CHRIST ARTEM NO --

this story is cute enough to make me sad. godddd. it's really nice to see artem more casual and open, esp since this story is more in character.

THE IRISH GOODBYE?? ARTEM LMFAO.

mutuals meet me in the secret passage of the pool place

sneaking out by running is giving the same energy as his revisiting youth ssr where they decided to sneak to the school's roof and hide from the security guards lmfao. ah. the nostalgia.

AND this ssr acknowledges artem's love of movies?? YES

STOP KISSING IN THE STORAGE ROOM GUYS THE CINEMA STAFF IS GOING TO FIND YOU!!!!!!!!!!!! DEAR GOD

"this should be filmed in slow motion" LMFAO

JUMPSCARE. JUMPSACRE. NEW ARTEM EXPRESSION. JUMPSCARE. HOLY FUCK

i sincerely think a full on artem smile is all i ever wanted back in the day i cant believe i fucking got it in the POOL CARD OF ALL CARDS

"was something set up incorrectly?" "[artem pout] probably."

mc taking a pic of his stupid distracted expression is amazing and him getting blushy about it is even funnier

"was it too sour?" "yeah...."

thank god pathetic artem is back

nevermind he is licking her arm like a dog. tot's fascination with licking will never fail to amuse me. this is like when my dog licks my leg in the middle of the night

if one sip of alcohol fucks him up this bad i'd hate to see what happens when he's a few shots in. mr wing breaking it down sloppy style on the floor (not clickbait)

STOP LICKING EACH OTHER YOU FREAKS

i think artem should trip a few more times it's funny

this is the closest we've gotten to artem fessing up about atmospherics i can fucking taste it

NOOOO THEY FUMBLED IT. NO ATMOSPHERICS MENTION. ENDING IT ALL. GOD DAMN IT

i can forgive this bc the running joke of them missing scenes in a movie is back

all in all as far as post second anniversary cards go, this one wasn't bad at all and had a lot of cute moments. a few weird ones (which is to be expected at this point ig), but mostly cute!! it made me miss my fav artem cards but in a good way. siiigh ;_;;;

[gorepill]

DANNY So I know you ship Polly with Curly and Jimmy but what is her relationships towards everyone else? Good, bad, meh?

!!! FUCK YES BRO IT'S YAPPIN TIME !!!

FIRST OFF ANYA; I like to think they're awesome friends tbh :) Polly really can't help but wanna take care of her, mainly just cause Anya is a couple years older than her daughter, so she's like "Augh...so young. My daughter would like you I think, do you wanna meet my daughter when we get back???" NOT THAT SHE INFANTALIZES ANYA OR ANYTHING, god now, after the shit her husband did when he was alive, no way she's gonna treat Anya like a poor lil baby. Pissed her off when it happened to her, but she is gonna do whatever she can to help and comfort her. *WHATEVER* it takes !!! "Just lemme know if y' want me t' break that freaks nose...! Really, I don't mind." BUT UNRELATED TO THAT CAUSE ANYA IS A DARLING THAT'S WAY MORE THAN HER TRAUMA OK. I do like to think they have sleepovers in each others sleeping quarters. I love thinking abt Polly doing Anya's nails, and giving that poor girl a well earned back massage cause FUCK OFF she needs it so bad. MAYBE would tell her abt her dead-husband as a "my 18-20 year old ass got thru that, and darlin' we can get you thru this." kinda way --- SWANSEA AND DAISUKE. Do not seperate those two. But I do like to think all 3 of them get sillay with it. I do like to think Polly and Daisuke convince Swansea to hillybilly hotwire like. a dvd player to the longue screen so they can all watch a movie occasionally- (movie monday in me head.... Polly wants to watch Despicable Me. Daisuke nods in agreement. Swansea complies...SAD; but don't worry, he can pick the movie right after!!) I like to think in an au where they survive and get back to earth, they'll all occasionally head out to a bar to have a drink. Swans pays cause, while he can handle his alcohol, Polly and Daisuke get two drinks in at most before they can't even see straight anymore. I also do like the idea of all three of them, but esp Swans and Polly, dancing cause it makes me happy :) joyous yayaya. Tho Swans does NOT like when Polly goes out of her way to sneak Daisuke an extra sweetner packet. ( "nahhh, let kid have a lil sweetner shit in 'is coffee! Let's be real Swans, I think he'd die if he drank it how we do...!"

----- OF COURSE WE'VE GOT CURLY CURLY CURLS. Smiles <3 lemme tell you I'm so normal about this man... Can not be overstated how mutual the feelings are. But also how Pllly is def the most active one there. Not ina "DO MORE NOW" why, but in the "I gotta go, gotta bring Cap'n a drink, poor man's prolly dehydrated." "Gotta go mop th' cock pit...haha whaaaat, boss man you're in here?? Ain't that craaaazy; hey can i sit there-" and plops right down in his lap. COUGAR'S ON THE REBOUND FROM HER PREVIOUS MARRIAGE and god damn she could not be more lovey about it. Would not tell him bout ex-husband past "Yeah... he existed!" Post Crash Curly, she's convinced (due to the stress fucking up her ability to think) that he did it though. Not sure why. She'll go into medbay when Anya's not there (bathroom break, perahps,_ and just stand over him. She'll either be holding an open bottle of mouthwash over him, contemplating pouring it all over his face to hurt him, or she'll be on her knees next to his cok,crying, cause why would he do that???? Why would he try to take them all out??? why the fuck does she still love him? She doesn't want to. She doesn't know the facts. ---- Jimmy.... oh jesus christ. She wants to snap his neck on some level, she wants him to be a better person on the other level, and on all levels he reminds her of her dead ass husband. Which makes the "hate him" and "want him to be better" levels even more extreme. She can get along well enough with him though. put on that professional coworker get along facade, and it's fine. Have a cig together in the bathrooms before she cleans the smoke smell out. Chit chat. both like "Shake That" by Eminem. I do like the idea that because she's actively nice to him, outwardly, in a way where she's not doing it to fawn, he straight up thinks she desires him carnally. And maybe some part of her, deep deep down, post-crash does. Not a part of her that will ever arise, though. "God you remind me of my ex-husband in the way I think you'd shoot me. But god, sugar, honey, Slimjim, I wish you'd do the last thing he did and BLOW YOUR FUCKIN' BRAINS OUT AND LEMME WATCH-" ----- COFFEE MACHINE She's on her knees, drinking straight from that dispenser, gluging that shit down and moanin on that shit.

[nintendont2502]

thinking about davesprite. i blame you /lh but anyways. any hcs about him that you have Not been able to post because they just. weren't ever topical.

so many. so so so fucking many. i try to keep sdd relatively close to canon characterisation wise but,,,,, fuck i have ideas

this ones just a straight up headcanon thats barely tied to canon but gender apathetic/agender any pronouns davesprite,, big fan of this one in combination with t4t pepsisprite (dsprite is junes birdfriend)

this could be a whole rant to itself but i have. so many thoughts on davesprites relationship with bro and how fucked up it is. to make what could be a whole ass essay short and to just focus on one tiny fucked up aspect of it,,, davesprite associating pain and injury with his brother but in a 'positive' way, because him being hurt has always been associated with 'positive' memories of bro for him (bro training him 'because he cares', bro helping him stitch himself up after a particularly bad strife when he was too young to do it himself, getting his literal wing torn off while bro died protecting him,,, man).

semi related to above but he does exhibit some bird behaviours even if he refuses to admit it - the big one is pulling out his feathers when hes stressed (again, vaguely related to above - davesprite getting stressed about bro and pulling out too many feathers, and that pain simultaneously making things worse *and* calming him down)

my headcanons for a post game dsprite where he somehow makes it to the creation of the universe are either 'he makes it through and gets given a real body and the ability to age :))' or. well. hes a game construct right. hes just. hes an npc. hes meant to be part of the game. ...what if it doesnt let him leave. what if going through the door completely wipes his data and hes just. gone. what if hes forced to choose between being stuck in the session alone forever or disappearing from existence permanently. (this was actually the basis of a fic idea lmao)

as much as i love davesprite dream bubble content.... i dont think hed make it into the bubbles. hes not a person, right. fuck if the *guardians* dont make it then what chance does he have

i dont think he sleeps much.

[slaps davesprite] this sad boy can fit so many identity crises into him

how does he know hes himself. like. how does he know hes not just code programmed to think hes dave and act like dave. sure hes clinging to that old identity that he isnt allowed to have anymore, but what if that was never him? who is he, then?

jesus christ these got depressing

bird mating rituals,, he gives john cool rocks and shiny things and gets really flustered about it because 'holy shit im being so obvious' and johns just like 'haha cool! :B'

he gives davesprite like. a shiny bit of plastic one day as a joke and davesprite gets way too happy about it.

dave and davesprite brothers is so fucking real. to me.

less a headcanon, more a thought i cant get out of my head. davesprite literally keeping his sword in his chest is. fuck man. thats something. the only way he can use it is by taking it out which has gotta fucking hurt,,,, violence and fighting hurting himself just as much as it hurts everyone else

i like drawing post battleship dsprite with the missing wing and stomach hole still because im gonna be so real i dont think sburb would heal that. who cares right. it isnt threatening him at all - sure it hurts a lil but he could get used to it, and it isnt impacting his role, and like. hes just a sprite. who cares

^^ and if it *can* be healed, i still dont think it would by then. look man im just a sucker for emotional and mental healing being represented physically,,, the only time they heal is when he finally gives himself a break and lets himself rest and lower his guard and heal emotionally

again this isnt really a headcanon it just haunts me. davesprite is/was a knight of time right. both serving (and sacrificing for) time and using time as a weapon. thinking about how weapons can both protect and injure, or even kill. thinking about how davesprite probably feels responsible for all those deaths in the doomed timeline. thinking about how he essentially killed himself by travelling back. thinking about how he did it to protect.

...davesprite thinking about what would happen if dave died permanently. hed never do anything. hed never let that happen. but... the timeline needs a dave, right. and davesprite would still be there. hed never do anything to make it happen. but what if that was his chance.

i love the idea that dsprite acts more like dirk and hal acts more like dave (mirroring their text colours). i just think its fun

yall ever think about how the shades john gave dave were so important that when he was literally recreated, the universe still gave them to him? he wasnt wearing then when he was prototyped. because i do. i think about it all the time.

new pesterchum handle. turnedtechGodhead is the only one ive thought of atm but im gonna make more i stg (vaguely related: hals pesterchum is turingTested. that is all)

i swear to god theres more rattling around in there but i cant reach it and this is logn enough so :thumbsup:

[anthony-lockwoods-italian-rapier]

poly co headcanons/tiny mini drabbles

nobody asked but i care :)

very important: george is the radiator of the group. lucy and lockwood r constantly cold & hissing at each other across george’s shoulders

also very important: george doesn’t like being compressed/touched too much, especially when he doesn’t initiate it or have a plan. but likes cuddles bc he can adjust how much contact and pressure he gets

meanwhile lockwood like ohhh my god. i need to be put in the fucking Hydraulic Press. i must run into walls. i have an insatiable need to claw and scratch and jump off of things. i Must vibrate at high frequencies. (george and lucy go nah you just need to be cuddle piled and they lie on him and he goes hnfnfhdggh yep it was the adhd again)

cat coded lockwood. draped on furniture. squint. twitch. blink. bonks head on someone’s shoulder for attention.

lockwood has a small breakdown over something one night and george makes sure he gets to bed. brings him food and sits with him. talks quietly. brushes the hair out of his eyes. lockwood says “thank you” quietly as he’s falling asleep and george kisses his forehead before slipping out of the room and then twenty seconds later lockwood sits up so fast the fucking soup goes everywhere

lucy and lockwood: literally do anything

george: oh my god get a room jesus christ on a cracker

but fr lucy and lockwood?? silly and goofy? sad and melancholy? would do anything for each other? nah i’m out i’m gone i can’t deal anymore.

lockwood and george go on a walk one day and are casually linking pinkies or lockwood has an arm around george’s waist or something and they run into barnes and he goes “wait. are you-??” and they go are we what. barnes says “are. are y. uh. wh?” ten full seconds pass. lockwood and george say “oh shit” simultaneously. these dumbasses hadn’t realized they’re in a qpr (or dating idc). they look at each other. “huh.” they keep walking

LUCY AND GEORGE!!! god the way they went from distrust/dislike to besties just like that….their relationship is everything to me and, like the other two pairs, they don’t bother to define it very much but there’s a lot of casual, grounding small touches and big smiles and gestures of care that pass between them.

migraine lucy….THINKING about her…she is sensitive to sound especially and her proprioception can get out of whack so she needs to lie down with noise cancelling headphones and a glass of ice water next to her. the boys know not to disturb her for at least two hours, up to a day if it’s bad, and after the worst has passed they can help by being in the room quietly and grounding her by lying next to her

lockwood: abandonment issues

lucy: trust issues

george: self esteem issues

the three of them: well look what kinds of issues being poly tends to bring out. haha

yeah i feel you guys, poly is harddd. but they make it work <3333333

[clarajohnson]

the magicians s2e6

quentin coldwater you are so goddamn embarrassing i love you

once again alice is such a fun fucking character. she liked when q did pretend cirque du soleil ????? i could cry !!!!

margo's outfits are improving but i'm looking forward to when we get past the amazon corsets

the only thing better than "no offense q but you're a little crazy right now" is him blithely acknowledging it, "maybe, yeah"

my children loved me i was a good mother!

NIFFIN ALICE I LOVE YOU FOREVER !!!!!!!!!!!!!

i couldn't possibly make fun of q for trying to summon niffin alice like sorry you would do it too for alice quinn

best bitches !!!! they could've parented a demon baby together it would've been okay

okay i think he actually would've liked a unicorn milk latte. or have requested one in earnest at least.

like i need more people calling me daddy!

something hale and summer do is they occasionally adopt the same affect, the same intonation, it's such a subtle thing and it doesn't come up all the time but it so clearly telegraphs that these people are completely tethered to each other

"i know my daughter she's trying to protect us" oh PLEASE

ughhhhhhhhhhh i forgot about loria. oh my god fuck your parents dude. BUT ELIOT DON'T !!!!!

cin-ci-nahhh-tee.

SCREAM at the virgin queen margo

god fillory is so much fun like it's total bullshit all the time but it's also SO fun i enjoy that half of the plot so much

what's fen's title? do we know? queen consort? she has to have a title right

"if ess was a girl and you found pussy you know interesting in a sometimes you like thai food kind of way"

not to do this because i do this constantly all the time but margo hanson is my best friend i'm in love with her

don't worry the thing will not be born AUGH once again i feel like this is such a randomly traumatic plot to force on julia

niffin alice has terrible posture. somebody get her a better niffin bra!

q thinks people's love for him is so conditional every time it comes up it makes me so sad. also i would like for him to get a better hair routine i know grief and everything but dude it's stringy.

i remember when i first watched this episode i wanted daniel to have died from falling off the ladder he doesn't even deserve all that i was just mad at him for being a shit dad

ess is hot but not hot enough to act like this. you're a virgin to me sweetheart? i think margo should be allowed to kill him.

actually margo should be allowed to kill me if she wants to

queliot obviously first most tragic romance in the magicians but fen/baylor is possibly ranked second when you think about it. wait kady/penny. okay fen/baylor is top three.

JESUS CHRIST I FORGOT ABOUT DANA'S WHOLE THING

even i studied and i'm dead!

it's so sweet that she has dreams about forgetting to study. sorry i feel like somebody applauding disney for having a gay character but i genuinely like the female characters in this show so much. they get to do all kinds of shit! and feel shit!

yeah honestly the reynard plot occasionally veers into an almost anti-choice rhetoric, i could have done without like 90% of this plot

i love asking questions that have a 50/50 shot of being resolved in this episode but do we ever find out who dana's son is

once again! best bitches!

you guys have been so royally fucked with! sometimes the florida jumps out of him

"she never figured out how to be a woman" is such an insane thing to say. the magicians should've dug into motherhood more. haha. wrote a thesis on motherhood voice.

I FORGOT ALICE WAS IN THE TATTOO OH MY GODDDDDDD

cripes reynard is so fucking scary

benedict you are an angel

"we're gonna put our jimmy choos so far up your ass you're gonna taste next season" as a declaration of war is unbelievably good

[porkcutletbowl44]

So I will write this ask while reading chapter 16 because my mind is too smooth to do it afterwards.

frist of all, SINCE WHEN CAN YOU TWIST OPEN A BEER BOTTLE BABY GIRL BEER BOTTLES ARE NORMALLY CAPS ONLY THE CHEAP ONE IN PASTIC IS WITH A TWIST OPENING

damn my german ass came out for a sec. But i really think they would have proper beer. The shit in the plastic bottles is piss with the wrong label on it and I don't even like beer to begin with LOL But it seems they are into it which… damn kinda sad but I guess that's a german thing to see cheap beer as a crime 😭💀

God, I love the interactions with the boys sooo much! It's so funny and makes me miss my old friend group. well at least the good parts of it and that wasn't much to being with 🥴

microwaving cereal 😭😭😭 I'm laughing so hard right now omg I never was drunk in my 24 years of living so it always makes me the one who holds the hair or fight of the guys who think they could get a quick fun. No fun with me, I will ruin they're night for good haha Only got tipsy twice and the first time I kinda regret because I didn't register how much the one dude overstep the line with this one girl. Mind you I just met her at the party but she was so sweet. God I would have beaten the living shit out of him. Still hate him to this day and he is a close friend of my cousin which is like a sister to me. Damn sorry for the rant LOL

NO HE DOES NOT ACT LIKE THIS MY GOD THIS MAN MAKES ME SO MAD I never wanted to punch a character in a fic so much as I want to punch Simon. Wtf is he thinking? Mf was cheating, is engaged with another woman who makes our life way too hard and he thinks it's all fine and dandy to tell us that WE are selfish??????

Jesus fucking Christ, Keegan needs to punch the shit out Simon. Holy moly macaroni i'm so mad

"Rank ain't gonna save you from a broken nose."

OMG JUST DO IT! BEAT HIM OMG PLS

I don't get it. I DON'T HIM! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH THIS MAN

of course Keegan is a sweet boy like always. How he can hold back not to give us small kisses is beyond me but ok. Well maybe because I'm someone who gives affection to everyone that is close to me, be it friends or family.

YES MY FAVORITE DADDY IS FINALLY HERE! Was about time that Price is joining! God, he is so sweet. He always reminds me of a Berniece Mountain dog! Big, gentle, protective and efficient at work. They are one of my fav dogs so maybe I'm a bit biased haha

wow, the fact that he called it out all those years ago? John knows Simon really well. We should have listened to him more. On the other hand, he also said, Simon would never hurt us and now look at this mess. My God, I just feel so sorry for our girl.

Jesus every time we get a flashback of better times... I makes heart so heavy. This story feels so real, like we're a fly on the wall that watches a tragedy unfold.

Please give me a man like Price, he is such a sweet mew mew

not me almost crying at his little speech of how much he cares for her 😭😭

Song recommendation: Another Life - Motionless in White

HIIIII! it's wonderful hearing from you again I hope all is well! 🫶🏻💛

Tbh, I did a little research about beer in the UK, and some of it is similar to the US aluminum caps lol

And, I'm not sure if you read chapter 17 yet, so I'll refrain from commenting on the Simon rant to avoid spoilers 🫠

Peepaw Price cures depression for FREE. that's free therapy and I'm taking it!! 🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️

(MOTIONLESS IN WHITE MENTION RAAAAHHHHHHHHHH💖💖💖)

[ikeepittomyself]

Hi, 👋🏽☺️🥀🍂

Just writing this to pin it and update it when I can 👍🏽

Okay — If you by some reason stumbled into my account, hi 👋🏽☺️.

My name is A :)

This blog was practically created to mirror all of my other blogs together, however, in a more I don't really care who stumbles across my blog. This will be my outlet to vent and curse at God, and myself. Does God have any faults in my life? Absolutely not, but I'm still angry at Him. There's so much hollowness, despair, and self immolation brimming inside me. I'm still keeping it in check. I know Jesus Christ loves me, He loves you as well. I love Him. However, something in me just wants to talk to Him with all this sadness that just recently appeared. My birthday is this September and I hate that I've suddenly felt this blanket of bleakness trying to cover me. Why does He allow this sadness to keep visiting me. I am tired of fighting it. Haven't you taken enough from me?

That being said — I WON'T ALLOW MYSELF TO SUCCUMB TO THIS. I owe it to myself, my friends, family, my future partner, kids, and life in general to be the best fucking version of myself so I can love them the way their intended to be loved. I will overcome these last two weeks of a slump I've been. I WILL BE OKAY. ☺️

Things to expect here: a bunch of everything, including nsfw text posts and reblogs. I'm a horny, desperate, lonely, maybe disgusting, and clueless guy. I'm not ashamed of that anymore.

I will most of the time be talking to myself in the tags and also stating a lot "you" as well as I will be daydreaming like a loser to my future partner on certain posts. If you're reading this, please understand I'm just talking to myself and my imaginary future partner.

It's crazy, I know, but I'm damn on the edge right now so whatever. I'm sure overtime I will grow out of it.

I don't know if I should share a little bit about myself here? Besides there's not much to say about myself.

If this blog gives you the ick, you don't like me following you and reblogging from you, or just don't like, or want my presence in your note, PLEASE feel free to block me or ask me to stop and unfollow you. I will with the utmost respect be okay with being blocked or asked to unfollow. Protect your space.

Lastly, if you have any questions or anything, please feel free to ask away. I'm an open book. Heck if you want tell me off, call me pathetic and a loser, that's okay as well. It won't affect me as much tho. No one has been more cruel to me than myself.

Okay, as I start posting original text posts, posts, and selfies, I will add them to the tag so it can always be easily accessible.

Thank you so much for your time. I really didn't think I'd finish this tonight haha. I guess the energy boost I got from passing my exams helped 😄

Okay ✌🏽

[sophsun1]

I finished s5 tonight. And my main sentiment is. Thanks I hate it. I was hoping some of the tags and analysis I've seen were just an exaggeration but alas that was not the case. Yes, there are some really great parts, but jesus christ they're surrounded by a bunch of bullshit. Also, just, the way the creators expected fans to read that last Britin interaction wasn't an ending is also some BS. Like, to me, what Brian says, the way they film the love scene, the music they chose for that scene, the way Justin fades out, the way Brian is alone in the loft smoking like a sad puppy, the way he's fucking alone on the platform at Babylon at the end. And I'm supposed to know that's NOT a Britin ending? Have these people watched TV before? That all spells ending to most TV watching people. And then for them to be all oh we never understood how people read that as an ending at that festival 10 years after the show ended. Honestly? Fuck you both cowlip. I'm concerned for winderlylchime's anon's brother when he gets to S5 lol. I'm gonna go reblog some more of your cute Britin sets and read some PWP or something to calm down lol. Thank you for listening to my ranting haha.

Hey!

Congratulations for making it to the end and welcome to the other side of post qaf life!

I mean was it the ending most fans wanted? No.

However it's not the worst ending we could've gotten, thank god no one died. But yes, it was very much a read between the lines of britin doing it long distance and their love surviving which I'm a true believer of anyway they're still together to this day tyvm.

There's many of us (anon's brother included) who would like to sit CowLip down and ask "what the fuck were these story choices?" To them it was crystal clear and a perfect ending which given their thought process throughout the show does not surprise me.

For me Brian should've gotten to move to NY with Justin it was his dream long before he met him and his ending makes me *so* sad in general he deserved better!

And don't give me Kinnetik wasn't ready 'cause if Justin can jet off after ONE article praising his work then so can Brian okay?

All we have now are gifs and fics to keep us going until one day when they return to us.

[thisapplepielife]

wip word find game

Thanks to @thefreakandthehair and @frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe for both tagging me! So, here are my combined words:

(Unedited snippets, subject to change on a whim, haha.)

hands (from my hopefully future fic that's not really named "Think About Elvis", lol)

"Steve," Nancy says, putting her hands on her hips, a gesture Steve knows she picked up from him and kept, even now, years after their time together ended. "What?" he asks, his hands hitting his own hips, mirroring her. 

freckles (from my "Steddie Coded Title" fic that I want to finish someday)

"I've missed you, too, sweetheart," Eddie tells him, and leans forward to press kisses against Steve's back, his shoulders. Following the familiar trail of moles and freckles. Making sure to greet the new additions with as much love as he's showing the ones he's known forever.

sunlight (from a scrapped piece of Tuesday's Gone With the Wind, I guess?)

Apparently, I don't use the word sunlight that often. It popped up in two posted fics, and then in one document of 141 words that had to have been cut from some sort of early version of Tuesday's Gone With the Wind but I have no memory of writing them, haha. So, here.

Eddie is in bed.  Steve draws open the curtains, letting the harsh sunlight in.  "C'mon. Wayne's waiting," Steve says gently. 

ignore (from a Steddie wip, that might go nowhere, lol)

He's done this over and over, probably half a dozen times or more by now. Sneaking out of bed in the early morning hours, and Steve has let him go without saying a word. Until now. Until he caught him red-handed, and there was no way to ignore it.  And when he did that, when he looked at him with those sad fucking eyes, Eddie couldn't pull the trigger. Couldn't just slink off. Not if Steve was aware of it, not if he fully realized what was happening.

second (from a Steddie fic that somehow Gareth and Di have now infiltrated. I'm over here writing a origin story for them no reason, that won't even make it into the main fic. Still. No ragrets. 🤣)

"Daze," Diana says, "sure I think he's cute, but what are the odds he's straight? Seriously."  "He might be straight. He might be bi. You won't know unless you ask. Shoot your shot! Get dicked down, and enjoy every fucking second of it." 

road (from the Steddie Coded Title fic that I've mentioned I had a title for, but little else. Well, it's 11.1k now.)

"I did come into your building, once," Eddie whispers. "What?" Steve asks. "In New York. I just walked in and asked your secretary to see you. She was having none of it. Basically told me to hit the road Jack, and don't ya come back no more, no more, no more," Eddie laughs, "and I realized I was being crazy. So, I left." "Which secretary? I'll fire her tomorrow," Steve says, and Eddie laughs. He knows Steve won't.

soil (I literally had nothing at all in my wips. In fact, fun fact, I've only used the word soil twice in anything in my docs. Once in the epilogue for Take the Money and Run and once in House in the Woods.)

term (from a future chapter of All Across the Universe)

"Like a blowjob," he finally says, wanting to curl up and die.  She still looks confused. Is that not a term yet? Jesus Christ. He's fucking embarrassed. 

circumstance (from Think About Elvis)

"It's not anything like that. I'm not acting out. I met a guy. I kinda liked him, but I get that it happened under less than ideal circumstances." 

Tagging anyone that hasn't played yet and wants to!

Your words are: gone, clock & tempt.