#I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD

[blxdc-a]

@cagcd asks ' 🎵 I know I'll suffer but oh WELL '

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He's still so Goddamn handsome.

Observation was made almost absently as the General regarded the man who, at one point, had been her husband from the other side of the room. In the fifteen years or so--no, fuck that. She knew how long they had been separated down to the second thanks to how it felt like a part of her soul had been wrenched out from the core of her being when signature had been put to paper, signaling the surrender that haunted her in a way that no words could ever do justice. Not a day had gone by that she had felt that the split was the right thing to do, not really. Would she have been able to move on if Cassie hadn't bound them together, keeping them in near-constant contact?

...no, and admitting that to herself every time she laid eyes on him had become her penance.

She should have fought harder, dug deeper--found some way, any way, to find the balance between her career and her family. She should have been able to find the courage to be open and honest about how she felt, said things aloud instead of forcing him to guess. She should've... at this point, she was going to should herself to death, wasn't she? A deep inhale was taken in, held as blue eyes moved back to the map in front of her. She didn't have time to mourn over her fuck-ups, not when there was so much at stake--but what good was it all if she was just going to go back to an empty, damn near barren apartment when it was all said and done?

A low sound of irritation and she pinched the bridge of her nose. She couldn't keep doing this--not to Johnny or Cassie, or herself for that matter. One way or another, this needed to end no matter how vulnerable it left her. When she spoke, it was with the reverberating authority that no one in the Special Forces would dare to disobey.

"Give Cage and I the room."

For her part, Blade kept her eyes on the maps before her with an iron discipline that she knew the others would take as a sign of irritation--but Johnny would see right through her. He knew she wasn't avoiding eye contact out of displeasure or anything of the sort. Rather, it was her way of ensuring that no one could see what he did when the room was emptied and she was allowing her eyes to rise up to meet his own. Sonya Blade didn't wear her heart on her sleeve--she wore it in her gaze, and the look she gave him gave away far more than she would've been comfortable revealing to anyone else.

Longing.

"...we need to talk."

[unfitfordisplay]

"This next song goes out to everyone that I fucking hate!"

[blackjackkent]

I didn't actually see it happen, but judging by the path to the next quest, Minsc barreled straight through a wall in his haste to go look for Boo:

Correct priorities, say I.

Minsc is standing past the crash, his head cocked, a ranger scenting the wind.

"My friend," he murmurs soberly. "From our brief sharing of skulls, I know you have faced many strange beings. But none like this! Whatever happens, show no fear and stay your hand! Trust in Minsc!"

He has no idea what the other man is talking about. Strange beings? Clearly they are on the hunt for whoever - or whatever - Minsc wanted to introduce him to a moment ago... but he knows nothing beyond that.

He shoots a glance sideways at Jaheira, who is watching the back of Minsc's head intently as he prowls. Catching Hector's look, she raises her eyebrows and shrugs. He could swear he sees the hint of a teasing grin on her face.

A smile tugs slightly at Hector's lips. He realizes, somewhat abruptly, that he is enjoying himself. He is still riding a bit of an adrenaline rush from his standoff with the Emperor a moment ago, but they were successful - Minsc is free of the Absolute's influence, which has released a good deal of the tension that was driving them, and while the man seems perhaps not entirely stable, his good humor is obvious. "I do trust you," he agrees, and then laughs softly through his nose. "I think."

Minsc grunts. "Minsc finds that the less thinking he does, the easier the trusting comes..." A pause.

Suddenly he goes utterly still. And Hector hears it-- a soft, chittering squeak, and the scratching of tiny claws on stone. There is the almost imperceptible image of movement in the shadows, a tiny shape hurling itself forward towards Minsc's chest.

"WAIT!" Minsc bellows, falling to his knees, catching the tiny form and cradling it against his chest.

Hector can hear more of that agitated squeaking, rising in pitch and intensity. He watches in bafflement as Minsc's shoulders hunch and his head bows.

"You gaze into Minsc's soul," the berserker whispers, his voice full of anguish, "and see his foul crimes! You smell the stench of evil upon him, pointy claws primed, ready to scratch out his eyes!"

Hector cannot see who or what he is talking to, what beast is threatening him, but it has evidently stayed its attack for the moment, for Minsc continues speaking. "I am sorry, my friend!" he cries. "I am at the mercy of your faultless justice! Now, if you must burrow through my blackened heart..." He spreads his arms like a martyr welcoming the sacrificial dagger. "I am ready."

A long silence, and then another loud, firm SQUEAK.

Minsc's head lifts and joy fills his voice.

"No? You are certain? Such boundless compassion! You are all heart! And whiskers! And cute little nose!" A pause. If the creature squeaks again, Hector doesn't hear it, but Minsc responds nevertheless, nodding several times vigorously. "You are right, of course. There is still much evil for Boo and Minsc to stamp out. But we need not fight it alone!"

He stands briskly. "I have a new face to show you. But it is not a villainous one for the clawing, understand?"

He turns, meets Hector's gaze with a smile splitting his face in half, and extends his palm, on which is seated a pale gold hamster with beady bright black eyes.

"You-- this is Boo! And Boo -- meet you."

(A/N: Oh my goooooooooooooood. Also please look at Hector's fucking FACE on seeing this.)

Hector feels the sudden urge to laugh rising in his throat. Not unkindly, but a true laugh, a real laugh, such as he has not had in some time. He glances sideways at Jaheira and she raises an eyebrow imperiously, daring him to say anything disrespectful, but he already had no intention of doing so. He has already, more or less, analyzed the situation correctly.

Minsc is... not mad, Hector suspects, but certainly more than a little off-kilter, and this little beast is very important to him in a way that strains the bounds of natural logic. But Hector likes him already - he is Jaheira's friend, a powerful fighter, and clearly good-natured when the Absolute doesn't have control of him. If being friendly towards a hamster is the strangest thing Minsc asks of him, he'll be ahead of a number of their party, to be honest.

"It is an honor," he says, very seriously, and inclines his head.

"No," Minsc says, equally seriously. "It is a hamster." His eyes flash happily. "A miniature giant space hamster! Fear not, you will learn the difference in time!" He raises his opposite fist, his voice taking on an extra rumble of gravity. "The villains locked Boo away, lest his righteous gaze cause their tadpole to flee in terror!"

"Now we are together again, all will be exactly as--"

He pauses, listens as the hamster begins to squirm on his palm and squeak loudly.

"Boo!" he says, sounding scandalized. "Why do you use such language?"

The hamster squeaks again insistently. Whether it is actually responding to Minsc intelligently or simply making the noise of its kind, Hector cannot tell, but Minsc seems to divine meaning from it regardless.

He smiles. "Once more my hamster proves himself my greater half, and makes the path clear when my mind is fuzzier than his tiny bottom! He says we will join you, and cleanse Baldur's Gate of evil together!"

Hector clears his throat to again swallow the urge to laugh. Having Minsc along is, quite clearly, going to be an adventure on more than one level. "It would be an honor," he says. "Let's go."

[madstronaut]

omfg an update on an ongoing fic!! srsly lemme get my lipstick so i can give all my writers big fat kisses all over your faces <3

GAH I READ THE WHOLE FIC FROM THE START SO I CAN SAVOR IT AGAIN <333333

“There were brief, longing glances, but not much else.”

AAAAAAAAAAAH CHEWING ON THE BARS OF MY ENCLOSURE AS THE CHILDREN SAY

I also love this budding side bromance of graves x sputnik lmao ofc his all-American male ass would love the whole existential concept of sputnik and want to befriend him and make kissy noises at him

AND HIM CALLING NIKTO NIKKI? GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD when i am in full babygirlification mode i call simon sisi keegan kiki and konig koko <3 <3 <3 <3

i would watch a yin-yang buddy cop show of nikto and graves’ adventures

i also like the idea that oh yeah paperwork was what was keeping nikto and sputnik apart LMAO nooo no no not the fact that hes a fucking hyena but he didnt fill out line 15 on form 10B and forgot to get his superior to sign it and also you were supposed to send a carbon copy not the whole thing and why didnt you check off Box C but you did incorrectly check off Box A and-

i now headcanon velikan as the paperwork king of shadow company

also the audacity of savanna puppy - you’re lucky your hot sir yupyup

i love once again the smol details of reader noting nikto’s eyes aren’t as bloodshot anymore and him babytalking (yes i assume when u swear at a pet its equivalent of babytalking in russian) sputnik <3

also i enjoyed reading (i swear i love torturing myself through fanfic sometimes) the imho very proper mood whiplash of what i assume facing down real conflict/firefights must be like with the mishmash of thoughts running through reader’s head but in the middle of musing about death and survival she goes “YO FUCK MY BOSS SRSLY I WILL STAY BIG MAD AT YOU FOR STOPPING ME FROM GROPING NIKTO AND VICE VERSA ALL I WANT” truly a whole mood

also real hero of the day here is sputnik lets face it, he gives nikto a bit of REM cycle boosts in the PM, tames shadow company CEO phillip graves, brings lost reader & co back to the team after the ambush, comforts her after she has a good cry, brings what i assume is a present to reader LMAO (cats bring dead rats and birds, dog bring sticks, and hyenas bring mauled terrorists, idk i dont make the rules here ok)

and OMG THE HUG? WITH NIKTO RUBBING HER BACK OFFERING HER COMFORT THIS TIME? AND THEN OMG THE KISS!! THE FUCKING KISS!! I SCREEEEEEEECHED MY FUCKIGN HEAD OFF LIKE A GODDAMN BANSHEE

I CAN DIE HAPPY RN I SWEAR TO GOD AND THEY HAVEN'T EVEN ACTUALLY KISSED YET LMAO I TELL YOU THE POWER OF FANFIC

sending so many *chefs kisses* your way keykey!!!!

Gun Run

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I'm so sorry this is late !! I couldn't write it when I was intending to because I felt super bad. I hope you enjoy lol

Cross-posted on Ao3

It had been radio silence between the two of you, since the incident. There were brief, longing glances, but not much else.

He didn’t look awful, thankfully. His eyes looked tired, you could tell. After seeing him truly well-rested it was easy to see the difference, but they weren’t red and puffy. The biggest difference, however, was the beast that stayed behind him, just at his heels.

Velikan had explained it to you - a fluffy animal he had gotten after a mission with his last PMC. Sputnik, he had named it. The hyena was making quite the splash with KorTac at the moment.

You stood, far enough away to make sure König noted you weren’t standing next to Nikto, watching as Graves was absolutely mesmerized by the creature. The blondish American man had meat laid out in a stretched open palm, watching with wide eyes as the hyena licked it up.

“Man, Nikki!” Graves chirps, “You should have mentioned you had one o’ these before,” He stands, elbowing the Russian man in the kevlar-covered ribs. Nikto grunts, stepping back.

“I did not have him with me,” Nikto explains. “There was an issue with the paperwork, and he was living with a friend of ours.”

Graves opens his mouth, but he's interrupted by the loud rumbling of Velikan… rumbling. You can't be too sure of what noises he was making this far away. Graves makes a face of acknowledgment as he nods.

“So, he’s trained for the field?” Graves asks, prodding more even though he's been told not to. You're sure he's aware of what happens to people who push Nikto.

“Да, he is,” Nikto responds. “With any luck, he’ll be with us this next mission, but we are yet to be granted approval,” He continues, throwing a glare to the corner that houses the Colonel.

The Austrian man stands with his arms crossed, a glare in his eyes too. But, as Graves away from him - after hardly even looking - with a scoff, they soften briefly. Velikan pats his commander’s back, gently gripping at his shoulder with a low mumble. Graves sighs.

“Do I gotta?” He asks, and Velikan nods. “Fine.. but I am expecting to see that savanna puppy in action soldier!” He orders as he's pulled away. The rest of the Shadow Company follows as well.

“Don't call it a savanna puppy,” Mace grumbles as they pass you.

A call comes from down the hall in response, “That's what they are!” Before more muffled grunting lets you know Velikan is scolding him. Or maybe laughing. He's too far away to tell. The room is silent, still without Graves. You feel more than one pair of eyes on you, and you shuffle awkwardly.

You throw your hand up in a half-wave, slipping out of the room behind them. You’re unsure where exactly to go, trying to decide between the shooting range or the barracks. You had some paperwork to do, didn’t you? You sigh, trying to calm yourself down. It had been a long few weeks, and it was only going to feel longer.

The setup for the mission is the same as always, a messy rush of people trying to get all of their gear in order. You pull your gun off of its brace on the wall, checking it over briefly. You pull the magazine out, double-checking that it’s empty even though you know it's empty - you haven’t forgotten any details about the last time you touched it. The first time you touched him.

Your eyes flick over to the side, watching Nikto get himself and Sputnik ready. The beast shakes as he tries to put the special kevlar over its neck, and you can imagine that he’s huffing soft swears in Russian to it. Graves watches intently, seemingly wanting to help. Or at least talk to Nikto about it. Velikan seems to have a sharp watch over the both of them. It almost makes you feel bad, since he has so much on his plate without you asking him to babysit Nikto too. You can only imagine what his therapy sessions are like having to take care of Graves all of the time.

You don’t have the time to dwell, though, O’Connor’s voice cutting through as he calls for everyone to hurry the fuck up and get in line. The sound is familiar and oddly comforting, and you can't help but feel the excitement start to fill in the cracks between the stress, anxiety, and fear you’ve been feeling. Those feelings aren't abnormal before you go out, but it's been significantly worse. You usually don't have to be so cautious of how you act and who you hang out with. But König's watchful eyes and judgment of your relationships have been keeping you on edge. Even with your other coworkers, you've been more distant. You take your gun, making sure to check it out as you move to stand in your place.

"C'mon, come on!" He yells, clapping his hand as he chants to get the whole squad ready. It takes a few more minutes, but you end with the group you're going with.

König, Nikto, Izzy, Graves, Velikan, Valeria, and you. A second team was going as well: O'Connor, Hutch, Horangi, Stilletto, Oz, and Mace, but they were to be moved separately. Orders are barked to both groups, everyone piling in their respective cars. You sit in the very back, next to Izzy. In front of you is Nikto, Sputnik at his feet, and Graves, with Velikan in between them.

The whole ride is uncomfortably silent, with soft music playing over the radio occasional instructions from Valeria on where to go, and the crackle of conversation from the other car. O'Connor is hard to hear back here, and you’re unable to make out what he’s saying, only his accent. Sometimes Graves leans over to try to get Sputnik’s attention, kissing at him, only to be swatted away by Velikan.

The ride is long, but the mission should be easy and simple - in and out. It was a rescue mission, as far as you were aware. It doesn’t matter, really. Your job was to go in, secure the area, secure the thing or person, and get out. And you were damn good at your job, you’d like that on record.

You have to drive through a very populated area to get to the building holding it, compared to most of your missions, but it isn’t something that bothers you much. And it makes sense with most of whom you were placed with, like König and Graves.

König pulls through an intersection, the chatter of O’Connor coming through the hand radio attached to a pop-socket on one of the vents. It all happens at once, very fast, the car behind you is hit. You hear the pain through the radio, and the whole of your car lights up.

“Pull over, goddamn it, pull over,” Valeria snaps, swatting at the shoulders of your Colonel. Graves mutters curses, trying to squint past you and Izzy to see the other van. Velikan’s door swings open, a gun shoved out of it. Nikto’s eyes meet yours, wide and panicked. You nod at him, assuring him you’re okay.

This wasn’t going to be as easy as you thought.

Gunfire is loud - something someone who had never fired a gun before would never understand is that it transcends sound; even with the proper ear protection, big guns shake your bones and change the beat of your heart. You’ve been around it many, many times, but even now you feel how the shots from your coworkers shake up your rhythm and push the air out of your lungs. It’s the only thing that tells you someone on your side is still firing because you can’t see anyone.

You curse, falling back under the flimsy cover of a tipped-over newspaper dispenser - something you were incredibly surprised to see - and release your magazine, shoving a new one into place. With that, you’re out of preloaded mags, and any extra ones are in the long abandoned car fire of the extra car.

You’d seen Hutch get out, pulling Horangi along with him, and you were sure you had seen glimmers of Mace’s gear somewhere around, but that left three members in that car unaccounted for. You shake, taking a deep breath. This was your job. You could die, your friends could die, you had signed up for it. You cast a glance at your own abandoned car, all the doors wide open and all of its contents gone, having been ransacked.

You sniffle, taking a deep breath. You were going to die today, you take a deep breath. You have to accept it. It was hard, but you had to accept it was going to be your last day. Your last mission. You close your eyes, taking a moment to think over everything that’s happened for the past weeks. You should forgive König, even if you can’t do it to his face. You shouldn’t harbor any resentment in your last moments.

Or maybe you should, fuck that guy. You swear again, letting your head fall back against the metal. Your eyes open, looking over the gun in your hands. You start to move, shifting so you can flip back over and start firing again. Just before your head can poke back out into the line of fire, you hear a gentle whimper from behind you. You flip back, eyes wide as you see it. The fluffy, tan beast is next to you, sniffing at your legs.

“Oh, hey,” You speak, sliding back down to offer your hand. “What’s up, buddy?” You ask, looking around. “Where’s Nikto, huh?” It sniffs at your hand before brown eyes meet yours. “Take me to Nikto, okay?” You ask it, and it stands there for a moment before it sets off. You throw your gun up, over your shoulder, and rush off after it. You hear and feel as bullets wizz past you, but they mean less than the thoughts swirling in your head. Was Nikto okay? What about your other coworkers? Was it only you and Sputnik now? Fear rises in your chest at the thought that the beast you're chasing is leading you to the dead body of your.... whatever Nikto is to you.

You feel tears start to form in your eyes, but you try to force them away. Remember your training, all the years you spent trying to turn this off. You have to be solid and strong. You can't cry in the face of who you're hired to kill. There is no time to mourn the losses you feel, because by the time they sink in, you’re off to your next job. There's been so many times that stuff like this has happened.

You can't have it happen again. You're going to stop it, you have to. Your feet hurt by the time you hear it.

"There ya are, puppy!" Graves' voice calls out, and you stop for a moment. Did Graves just call you puppy? What? You stand still, barely registering how Sputnik rushes to the American man, his tail wagging quickly. Graves beams, rubbing the hyena's sides roughly. "Good puppy! Goodboy! You did very well!" He baby-talks it, which helps everything click into place. You sigh, walking forward.

It seems you’ve found some of your comrades, but several of them are still missing. Horangi seems passed out, propped up against a wall. Hutch has wrapped himself up, watching a screen intently. You see Mace on the other side of the alley, gun pointed up. Velikan is with Graves, trying to coach him in something through his muffling mask.

You pant, wiping your face as you look around, “Where’s Nikto?” You ask, And Valeria, and Izzy, and König, and O’Connor? But you don’t voice the rest of the questions, not yet at least.

“Looking for you,” Hutch responds, turning to you with a grin. Sputnik breaks past Graves to jump at the other man, sniffing at his face. Hutch puts a bandaged arm around him, hand on the hyena’s back.

“What?” You swear, looking around. Your hand goes to your mouth, biting your lips. “Do we… wait? Can we wait? I mean, they’ll come looking for us, won’t they? Whoever we’re fighting?”

“That’s where Izzy is,” Graves replies, turning to you. “On the inside, takin’ ‘em out,” He mimics aiming his gun. “Think Valeria’s there too, maybe König,” He lists off, tapping at his face.

“So, what do we do?” You ask, looking at him. He was the one who knew what to do - he had been in charge more than once, and that had to account for something.

“Wait,” Graves responds. “Regroup, until we can form a full assault,” He turns away. “Just wish everyone will stop runnin’ off.”

The sentence alone keeps you pinned to the ground where your feet are. You want to run off, you want to try and find Nikto, but instead, you fall back, sitting on the ground. You sniffle, finally letting your tears meet your eyes. It sucks, crying in front of so many people, and in the middle of the battlefield.

You don’t want to, but you can’t help it. You hide your face in your hands, letting yourself sob as everything hits you at once. Sputnik noses at you, small chuckles coming from the creature. You sob, unable to reach out to it or push him away, just sitting there as the beast sniffs your hair and hands.

“Hey, Boss,” Mace’s voice cuts through your tears. “We have company,” He backs away from his post, and everyone launches into movement. You don't see much of it, but Velikan is pulling at you by your armpits, trying to get you on your feet to get you moving.

“Sorry,” You sniffle, standing. “I’m sorry,” You let him pull you along, grabbing at your gun to keep yourself armed. You wipe your face, trying to get your head back in the game.

Keep a hold on it, keep a hold on it, you tell yourself. You walk as best as you can, leaning on Velikan for support as he moves you forward, everyone falling into formation. Graves shouts out orders from behind you and you start to stabilize yourself.

You don’t feel dizzy, tears don’t fall freely from your eyes anymore and you stand on your own feet. You set off a blaze at an enemy heading your way, turning back to Velikan before you can watch them fall.

“I have it,” You tell him, and he nods, backing off. You can tell he’s still looking at you for a moment longer, but you all push on. It seems like you're in some kind of action film, with enemies flooding you and your team over and over again.

You manage to fight your way into a house, the building providing much better cover than the alley. Everyone rushes around, Velikan and Mace rushing to clear it out, Hutch placing Horangi down, and you rush to a window, assessing the area. Sputnik trails in behind everyone, a wailing man in his jaws. He drags the man in by the back of the neck of his shirt, clearly having mauled him a little before bringing him in.

You rush to close the door behind him when something stops you in your tracks.

“Нет, Спутник,” Nikto's voice cuts through the air from somewhere behind you. Sputnik's tail wags as he shows off the prize he brought. “Нет, put him down. Лежать!” You turn, finding Nikto standing in the doorway. He seems okay, blood splattered over his gear. You drop everything instantly. The door is already shut, and you just leave your gun on the floor by it, rushing over to Nikto.

“Nikto!” You yell, grabbing him into a hug. It's a harsh one, leaving your cheek pressed against him. He goes to speak your name, but you cut him off. “Shush! I just… Long mission,” You snap, and you feel as he relaxes into your hug, wrapping his arms around you. His hand rubs your back, trying to calm you down. You sigh, thinking back over it, all of it - your relationship with him, these past few days, the mission - it was all so much, so overwhelming.

You pull yourself away from him and press your mouth into where his is under the mask, finally able to return the kiss.

[thewindsofsong]

For kicks, i have decided to watch The Lost Tomb (2015)

I’ll be putting down my thoughts as they happen and i’ll try and separate by episode i guess.

Also hiding this mess behind a read more because i know this will get long. spoiler warning? not any that are that big though.

*i tried my best and couldn’t get past the second episode. no spoilers past halfway through the second ep. if you call any of that spoilers.

Ep 1

what the hell is going on? there is no lead up or explanation as to why wu xie is driving around with some random dude with a wall mounted bull head decoration that can be found at your local homegoods store.

why the hell did they stop to eat without even trying to hide that they had stopped?

does lost tomb in all its variations always have such uncomfortable chinesse elitists vibes?

weird merc girl is a-ning?

this is really fucking stupid so far and i’m not liking it

all of the viki live comments are talking about yangyang? who the fuck is yangyang and why do so many of them care about whoever that is?

christ this is so corny i am not enjoying this nearly as much as reboot.

why should we care about the cow thing? there’s still been no explanation

ope, xiaoge intro time.OH MY GOD THAT BANG HAIRPIECE LOOKS TERRIBLE. it is a hair piece right? that cannot be real hair, it looks like it was cut from a goth stuffed animal

OF COURSE ITS THE MANUSCRIPT YOU DUMBDUMB

i swear if sidekick is posting this thing they were nearly KILLED FOR  on the fucking internet at large i will SCREAM

OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD

there is 0 logic happening in this show and i hate it

please tell me the name of any restaurant that would let someone order food on SOMEONE ELSE'S TAB WITHOUT EXPRESS PERMISSION FROM THE THE PERSON

 i dont think i’m going to be able to make it through the first episode of this drama. i thought i could do 10 eps of a mediocer drama, but it has only been 28 minutes and i have nothing good to say about i.

wait, lets see if sanshu can save it a little. i have no hopes,

second xiaoge appearace. oversized hood distracts from the weird bang thing

i dont like third uncle either

oh my god they gave wu xie such a nationalist boner 

i see we’re going with “police are useless” trope to justify going to the tomb 

Chengcheng is the least trustworthy character and i see no real reason for me as a watcher to care about her beyond “she’s cute”

so much car product placement

i dont think panzi is surviving this adventure

xiao ge tease at the very end.

Ep 2.

I didn’t fastforward through the first ep, but there’s no way i’m making it through without this time, even with my cat laying on my arm and keyboard.

this opening is bonkers confusing

still don’t like xiaoge’s hair

lmao, a live comment just asked all the yangyang fangirls to stop

that fucking gps system is going to cause problems

how is there only one boatman in the whole fucking village?

logic continues to be absent

oh my god boatman is  smoking a bong

casual cannibalism? casual cannibalism for “safety”?

sidekick is going to do something dumb in the cave i would bet money on it

xiaoge has finally spoken. so much xiaoge rationing happening. we are starving

the lighting here is all over the place and its actually distracting me.

corpes are not a naturally regenerating resource. one war, decades ago, would  not be able to continually host a large population of the bugs described unless people are just dumping bodies wherever they’re living

i still don’t like any of the characters. im either ambivalent or actively dislike all of them.

all of the acting is....meh

god im going to have to watch reboot as a pallet clenser after this

why did they call go into the water? i mourn logic.

no venom from the insects?

just muffle the fucking bell you dumbasses

I can’t do this. this is too bad for me to sit through. i’m going to go watch reboot and try and get this out  of my head