#Snoop Or Respect

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https://www.fogaminghub.com/post/exploring-the-cable-car-station-sam-s-journey-of-choices-and-consequences

🎮 Just dropped a new blog post about Sam's journey to the Cable Car Station in Until Dawn! 🌲🚠 Every choice counts, from climbing over gates to respecting Chris's privacy. Discover how the Butterfly Effect makes every decision important! 

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Fellas, is it gay to keep your homoerotic reading material right next to the things that remind you of another man?

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[sweetlullabyebye]

They said 'hypocrisy who'

[br0adsw0rd]

Hey there...

So I was thinking about things, have you been to Höllvania before?

Your name sounds really familiar...

- @efervon4u

No.

Unfollow me.

[esteemed-excellency]

Mr Immaculate Intellect i'm so sorry but you're stuck with the nosiest guy in London, Hiram is going to open every single drawer and rummage through every single paper

[suppenzeit]

crying and sobbing at the downgrade in depth illario got between the wigmaker job and veilguard

[crispofftheblock]

If he's really gonna side for that transphobic sack of shit at the inauguration then guess what? You don't get to be Snoop Dogg anymore. That's right I'm deadnaming you motherfucker.

I mean.

Calvin.

[trentcrimminallybeautiful]

Okay so Trent absolutely knows shorthand and writes most of his notes in it right?

I think he probably also has horrible handwriting, he writes to fast and it makes his words incomprehensible. He's also dramatic enough to modify the shorthand he knows to ensure nobody knows what he's writing.

My point to all of this is, imagine him forgetting his notebook somewhere and someone from Richmond finds it, maybe Jamie or Roy or Rebecca and they're like "neat let's see what he wrote about me" only to be hit by complete nonsense (to them). Even the bits where he actually wrote something out are just indecipherable scribbles.

I think this is hilarious, the idea has been amusing me all day and I wanted to share it

what's hilarious is we have the same braincell, i literally also was like "does trent NEED to have personalized shorthand that's some sort of elaborate code he knows by heart so that no one can read his notes even if they had time? no. does he? definitely. if confronted he would claim that it's for journalistic integrity reasons, but truthfully it kind of makes him feel like a spy and he likes it." also because while some of it is genuine notes, some of it is just like. stupid shit. grocery list of shit he forgot to get earlier. jotting down a terrible pun ted made or some detail about something ted likes ("taking notes on your crush is both normal and regular behavior so long as no one ever sees or finds about it" trent reminds himself repeatedly)

and it's so much funnier if he also just has terrible handwriting and needn't have bothered bc no one could read it anyway. (same, trent, my brain goes faster than my hands. one time my dad's doctor looked at my handwriting when i was like, ten, and was like "wow, and you're smart kid, too. you should be a doctor when you grow up" dlfkgjdh)

ANYWAY i love the idea of them actively trying to snoop and it's just. complete gibberish. especially if then they're just like frowning down at it and then pan to behind them and trents like "looking for something" slgkjdfg

[circusislife]

Please tell me you’re not leaving for the blackout? It’s ineffective and I can prove it to you

uh? blackout?

I think I saw something about it? maybe??? but didn't really read the post, should I check it???

[hellonoblesky]

Anyway guys we should all band together to get my sister to never touch my blog ever again

[picturebookshelf]

Help Me Be Good: Snooping (1988)

Story: Joy Berry -- Art: Jennifer Wiezel, Gail Miller, Bartholomew & Barbara Baird

[anotherpapercut]

I love when I'm talking to someone and someone else who I don't know like that butts in to ask a really personal question that informs the conversation they are not a part of

[allpromarlo]

RAVENS 13-3 LIFE IS GOOOOOOOOOD

[thedissociatives]

oh also my sister almost found this blog like a week or two ago

[thekimspoblog]

Just killing time while mom was in the doctor's office. Listened to Eminem's new single "Houdini".

And listen, in spite of everything, I like Eminem. Even this new song was basically a remix of "Without Me" so of course I enjoyed it.

But as far as I'm concerned, Slim Shady died in 2013 with "Bad Guy". And that song was great, because someone needed to kill that homophobic prick anyway. The culture had shifted to the point where being an edgelord was the norm, and once Marshal had clawed his way out of poverty and become the oppressor, the saga needed to end. Everything after LP2 has just been epilogue.

But he's been wandering aimlessly like a zombie ever since. Just getting older, richer, and more out of touch. At this point he should just be making safe, boring sellout dad rap; that's what would actually feel authentic for who he is now. Instead he's phoning it in with rants about cancel culture and participation trophies, and it's not even like he's passionate about punching down anymore. Nobody is trying to cancel you, Em. You fell off! What, are you gonna go on Bill Maher next?

[catbolt]

Sylus is attentive, extremely so. Nothing about you is secret from him, whether you wish it was or not. Since you've been together, you've found yourself a victim of his control-freak tendencies— the fact your location, step count, heart rate, and apartment security cameras had all become his personal business was something that took a while to get used to. He's respectful as he can be about it, regularly reminding you he does it only to make sure of your safety and always coming clean whenever he's been snooping. Over the months you've grown to find it endearing instead of creepy, because it makes crystal clear how he simply cares so damn much about you.

You can't hide from him, even when you want to the most. When you're holed up under the blankets in the dead of winter, the shitty weather and 4pm sunsets bringing out the worst of your depression, he texts: "Sweetheart, 150 steps? Am I reading this right?"

You cringe, wanting to disappear. "Stop tracking me," you respond back.

"Have you not gotten out of bed?" His follow up text comes in immediately, and then those three dots pop up on your screen again. He's not giving you a chance to respond with the "I'm fine" he already knows you've halfway typed out. "I'm coming over. No questions asked."

Before you know it he's at your door, making himself at home without asking, his care quiet and efficient. Mephisto keeps you company in bed, chirping and whirring on your nightstand as Sylus busies himself tidying the apartment. After a moment, Sylus brings you a glass of water, toothbrush and toothpaste from the bathroom, a hair tie— little things that make you feel a bit more like a person again.

He then slips into bed next to you, helping tie your hair back into a neat ponytail as you demolish the first glass of water you've had all day. You give him a wordless, grateful look.

"You know, I won't think you're weak if you ask me for help," he murmurs gently, his voice gravelly and tender. He squeezes your shoulder.

You want to tell him that you know, but that it's just really hard. He gives you a warm look that makes you feel like he's just read your insecurities like a book, his hand slipping into yours beneath the blankets. He intertwines his fingers with yours.

"This is why I keep tabs on you, sweetie. I need you to know that I'll always be here."

[A/N]: this a combination of some similar requests and an expansion on one of my sylus headcanons! if you sent a request along these lines hope you enjoy :)