#also the roommate died??
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jennifersbod · 10 months ago
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a scion tc going 100 miles an hour drinking game
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shima-draws · 1 year ago
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I’ve watched FMAB a thousand times but Greed’s death STILL gets me every fucking time. 1. Him realizing that Ling is going to get hurt and possibly killed by Father if Greed doesn’t leave his body, 2. Greed coming to terms with the fact that he’s definitely going to get killed by Father but he’s willing to make the sacrifice for Ling, and 3. Greed discovering that what he wanted was what he had the entire time, and that was true friends who would stick with him through thick and thin, who would share the same experiences and failures and triumphs and still love him despite his homunculus status. I’m so.
Also I’m SO pissed at the fact that Pride got to live but Greed didn’t. In my brain I kept saying “Well yeah I guess it makes sense for all of the homunculi to die bc they came from Father and HE has to die” but then I remembered that Pride LIVES and that makes me so salty. Out of all the homunculi Greed deserved to live the MOST AND I JUST. FUCKIGN.
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skunkes · 10 months ago
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raddestrose · 22 days ago
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Whooo I’m mad stressin about round seven
But I do know that the bass will be FUNKY
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joysmercer · 3 months ago
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There is no version of this story where they live.
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The obituary arrives at 4pm on a Sunday.
Fabian should have known something was amiss, then. They rarely get paper mail anymore, and when they do, it's almost always with the morning post, on a weekday.
It's a nondescript white envelope, addressed in neat print to an "F. Rutter" with a return address from a place he doesn't recognize. He would have thought it an oddly-plain holiday card, or something, had there not been an identical envelope—this time addressed to his wife—that arrived along with it.
Fabian calls for her, urgently. There is only one reason they would be receiving identical mail sent to each separately. While he wants to read it alone, first, he doesn't want to be alone with it for longer than he needs to.
Grief, even if premature, is odd like that.
There's a check inside, for an amount he had argued against for nearly the entirety of his last visit ("shift," Nina had called them; she never believed that the rota was set up for any reason other than duty, despite their insistence on the contrary). He thought it was overly dramatic, even for her.
There are very few times he has been wrong. This is by far the worst of the lot.
The obituary itself isn't particularly effusive. A short column in the New York Times, it focuses largely on her success in the film industry, noting that should she win an Oscar for Touchstone next month, she would become one of just three to earn such a prize four times in a row—and the youngest to do so posthumously.
He scans the column fervently, looking for a sign—any sign—of why. But there is nothing, not even a "currently under investigation" or a "found unresponsive" or a "cause is undetermined." The passing of a twenty-six-year-old groundbreaking screenwriter who was, by all accounts, happy and secure (and famously sober) is, apparently, not something of concern to the general public.
It feels cold to Fabian, like the person he knew and loved—still loves—had been scrubbed clean, reduced to a generic blurb that could be applied to anyone if you switch the names and pronouns out.
But then again, knowing Nina, she would not have wanted a gushing tribute to be posted publicly for the world to see. She hated being the center of attention, always terrified that the wrong move would unwind the web she had carefully built around her—and as a result, all of them—over the years. I already know that the people who know me well enough to love me do love me. They wouldn't have stuck around otherwise, she had told him once, the night of her first Oscars ceremony.
He shivers now, remembering the way she had bumped their shoulders playfully when she said this, their glasses rattling so hard that her water almost spilled into his champagne. Yes, she it would have been very much like her to specifically request an obituary like this.
One look at the author would confirm this: TK Stall, Pulitzer Prize-winning investigative journalist—and a pseudonym for one of two people who aren't on the aforementioned rota by virtue of the fact that they already live nearby.
(It's worth noting that Nina's long-term "roommate"—the second of the two—and Ms. "Stall"'s best friend are the heads of a world-renowned styling & publicity agency and an elite PR firm, respectively. That, too, is not a coincidence.)
Patricia appears, finally, sprinting to the kitchen island and peering over his shoulder. "Sorry, sorry, Milla was throwing a—oh my god."
She snatches the paper out of his hand and proceeds to do the same thing he had done, just moments prior, running her fingers over every inch of it as if the details were hidden there in braille.
It takes a full minute of this before, it seems, reality finally sinks in. She clamps a hand over her mouth, the other dropping onto his shoulder—though for whose comfort, he cannot tell.
"I shouldn't have delayed," Fabian mutters, voicing the thought that had been rattling around his brain from the moment he realized what the envelope contained. "Last month. It was my turn, remember? But then the grant, and the storm had only just subsided, so we thought there would be a few months of—I should have realized—"
The grip on his shoulder tightens. And then, softly—"There is no version of this story where they live."
it's the same thing he had told her, all those years ago. It feels like a slap in the face, now.
It was different for Eddie, Fabian thinks, almost angrily. That was always his destiny. This? This was random; it didn't have to be her.
Patricia wraps her arms around him with a rare softness. As if reading his mind, she whispers, "She was the Paragon. She was always bound to the will of the spirits. Her dea—she was always going to go by their will." She cups his cheek with both hands, willing him to face her. "it's not your fault, love. It's. Not. Your. Fault."
She presses their foreheads together, almost forcefully. He lets his eyes flutter shut, lets her kiss away the tears running down his cheek, lets her hold him close, because he cannot hold himself up any longer.
She's right. But that doesn't make the guilt go away.
It never will.
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look-at-the-stars-tonight · 3 months ago
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i would like to stop experiencing the full spectrum of human emotions every day please. putting this out into the universe
#had suchhh a good workday. had hot pot with my roommate where we talked about our quarter life crises#and then came home and had a 3 hour screaming match with both of my parents where i said i was cutting them out of my life#it turns out. my dad still does not understand what the word bi means even tho his fucking wife is bi#he was like 'so you marry someone and six months later you see someone else you like and u go marry them instead?'#like genuinely. truly trying to understand#and that shocked me enough to stop crying#do not reblog please#like in hindsight it is SO funny#and that was the point where i was like. wait is this not malice#this is homophobia but i don't think it's malice#anyways we're all Ok now#we've agreed that i'm going to do what i want#and even if they're unhappy they're still gonna have a relationship with me#and they'll figure out how to adjust#my brother periodically came into the room and also screamed at my parents#i feel bad for them a lil bit. like they're not bad people#after he left my mom told me that a week and a half ago#my brother came into her room and told her that when she died he would bury her in a grave instead#of the traditional last rites (cremation rituals etc etc)#if she wouldn't accept me#and my mom said she was on a bunch of meds cause she's sick so she was so out of it it didn't even register what he was going on about#and then today after that convo she was like WAIT A MIN WHAT THE FUCK DID THIS BOY SAY TO ME#funniest 16 year old u could have on your side#truly he kept coming into the room every 5 min and going HEY HAVE YOU BOTH CONSIDERED NOT BEING HOMOPHOBIC. HAVE YOU.#HEY CAN U TELL YOUR DAUGHTER YOU STILL LOVE HER MAYBE??? THINK??? USE YOUR BRAIN???#this is why i would die for this kid#he's the best#he's such an idiot most of the time but when he's not being an idiot he's my favorite person on earth#don't tell him that tho anyone please#he'll hold it against me forever and ever as siblings do
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just-spacetrash · 2 months ago
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marcsnuffy · 6 months ago
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5, 9, and 25 with snuffy for the character ask game 🎤❓
5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?
I already answered this question but here's an actual answer: Déjà Vu by Gustavo Cerati
9. Could you be roommates with this character?
This question is too unspecific. I want to say sure, I don't think he'd be a bad roommate + I don't think he'd be around most of the time bc of football but like, am **I** a good enough roommate? I think I'd put pressure on myself to be a good roommate in this situation. tl;dr: not sure
25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?
I can't remember what my first thoughts were apart from "oh this guy looks like Zlatan, kinda" and that I had some mild interest abt the title Ego introduced him with & what Noa said abt Ubers being tactics+defense based over everything else. Now, he's one of my favorite characters !!!
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pepprs · 1 year ago
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ok. im going to make this post but i REALLY shouldn’t but i just am so devastated rn and need to not be alone in it and you guys are the only people i can talk to candidly about moving stuff rn for a lot of reasons. the reason im crying rn is because i just found out i made a massive error in my budget and it turns out that my net pay is barely over minimum wage and i cannot afford to live by myself. at all. unless i live off of savings in addition to income but even then that’s only going to help me for a couple months and anyway it’s extremely unwise bc i should save that money for getting a car etc etc. this is not entirely a bad thing because a) at least i can afford to… you know… live. and b) living with roommates will not be bad especially if i live with friends and/or strangers i come to be friends with. it’s just i really… i don’t know i just feel so sick to my stomach. it’s just that recent events have made it so clear to me that i need to teach myself how to live independently before i can live with other people (let alone function in the world, heal from trauma, etc.) healthily. i know it so deeply. and it can’t happen for me. this is confirmation. this is confirmation and there’s nothing that can change it. rent is too high (even for shitty apartments in the area which let’s be real most of them are… it’s too high!) and over half of my income is going to taxes and deductions and bills and student loans. i feel so hopeless
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curseofdelos · 1 year ago
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Take a Chance, Roll the Dice (3/3)
Relationships: Nico & Bianca, Nico & Hazel, Nico/Will (Solangelo), Nico & Percy Word Count: 31k (across three chapters) Summary: By the time everyone had gathered around the table, Nico was buzzing with excitement. His character sheet and notebook were neatly laid out in front of him, and his D&D Player’s Handbook was tucked away in his bag in case he needed it (he wouldn’t, he had it memorised back to front). Bianca didn’t have any dice, so Nico was sharing his collapsible dice tray with her, and set it between them for easy access. His fancy obsidian dice were neatly lined up along one side, and the glittery green acrylic set he loaned Bianca was lined up on the other.  Percy was idly stacking his blue d6s opposite Nico while Grover was organising his spell cards next to him. Thalia was at the other head of the table - opposite Annabeth, and between Grover and Bianca - doodling in the margins of her character sheet.  “Okay,” Annabeth said to grab their attention, and Nico couldn’t stop smiling even if he wanted to. “Let’s start by introducing our characters.” ------- An exploration of Nico’s relationships through games of D&D. Written for “Day 25 - D&D” of @solangeloweek's Auctober event.
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fingertipsmp3 · 20 days ago
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I’m always so fascinated by people’s bad roommate stories. I’m not sure I’ll ever live with someone I haven’t vetted extensively beforehand ever again
#every living situation where i’ve been assigned roommates randomly; i always seem to get one person who is an absolute angel#and 1-2 people who are honestly fucked up#i lived in halls 1 year of undergrad and everyone was kind of equally insane. honestly no one stood out as particularly bad#because everyone was just constantly screaming. i dealt with it by going home most weekends and getting noise cancelling headphones#3rd year of undergrad i lived in a suite which.. honestly was basically an apartment. had a living room/kitchenette; a toilet; a shower room#and 4 bedrooms#one of my roommates i’m still friends with to this day but honestly they were and are kind of a ridiculous person#like they were actively dealing drugs most of the year and their boyfriend was around most of the time and they would bone LOUDLY#and that’s the good roommate. so you can imagine the other two#one of the others.. honestly wasn’t a bad roommate; she was helpful and clean and civil#she was loud as hell though. she used to have attacks of insomnia and decide to rearrange her furniture at 3 in the morning#and we shared a wall. she also had an illegal pet rabbit.#our personalities just didn’t mesh well; like it became clear pretty fast that we were going to spend as little time together as possible#third roommate was loud; rude; annoying and gross. she’d be calling people at 7am just to yell down the phone to them about her problems#i was like who is picking up the phone to this bitch. she also picked up on my homosexual vibes in that way that homophobic straight girls#always seem to have; and was convinced i had a crush on her. and she bought a betta fish (allowed according to dorm rules) and then it died#because she didn’t want to take care of it properly. and she refused to do anything for herself#like she was always breaking shit and leaving it because she didn’t want to email or call maintenance. so then i’d have to do it#because it was always something we specifically shared. like a set of shelves she put a fucking 5lb shampoo bottle on. twice.#in grad school it was almost the same thing. one angel roommate who was kind of messy but otherwise fantastic#she rolled the best joints i have ever seen. and i still miss her cat cali#it was the men that were the problem. one was an international student who left after a month and bothered nobody#like to the point i didn’t notice when he moved out because he was so innocuous#the other two though….. so one of them started hooking up with my favourite roommate and immediately became SUPER annoying#the other one stole shit; left lights on all the time; left fridge and cupboard and freezer doors open; tried to guilt trip me#into giving him my weed; played mariah carey at 2am; never bought a single cleaning product or household item for the collective#unless you told him to…… he was even using my toothpaste at one point. like. sir.#oh and he was always dirtying other people’s dishes and cookware and leaving them in the sink for days. and leaving big chunks of food#in the sink. it was fucking gross#personal
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evorathesylvurr · 2 months ago
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throwing fandom characters into death road to canada is so funny.
i made some genshin characters a couple years back (kujou sara & diluc) as well as some of my lobcorp ocs (one of my flowerfield floors) and a pokemon oc (and a random oc of mine named daphne???) as well as homura. theres also my completely original dr2c oc named rebecca. Also slugcats from rain world.
last night, me and my roommate made the sinners + charon & vergilius + angela & roland
the most recent run (roommate is not an active player in this run):
me and roommate (hereon out going to be called pancake) started driving
we recruit gourmand
me, pancake, gourmand refuse monk, recruit rebecca (monk has bad traits & rebecca is actually really good)
i proceed to die to explosion in a gas station
ishmael shows up. we recruit her because yeah.
seige at a yallmart kills pancake, ishmael, and gourmand in that order
we're out of food a this point
hong lu shows up and he has the gun nut perk becuase i did not have any better perks for him LMAO
rebecca and hong lu are fighting because they are starving. rebecca kicks hong lu out and steals all his shit. roommate and i agree that hong lu might be able to survive by the zombies not realizing he has a brain.
rebecca robbed a resturant called Boiled Potatos for all of its food. car broke down. rebecca raided a tourist trap for food and a car. please be aware she is on 1 hp. i have no medical supplies.
rebecca finds rodya at a random camp and recruits her. rebecca then gets her dna zapped because why not. rodya has what i believe to be the worst perk (friend of dog) at this point [i love the dogs in this game, theyre really good, but this trait makes EVERY possible human a dog and i am playing familiar faces mode for a reason. i wish i could toggle perk stars tbh]
rodya and rebecca (aka I, the player) discover how busted guns are in a siege. i will remember this. hong lu may have saved the run.
the car breaks for a third time (not enough gasoline)
rodya suggests making moltovs which. feels in character tbh.
we recruit a doggo.
rodya tries to reason with a mob trying to kill the group but it doesnt go well and she gets hurt :(
we lose the car. again.
we find dog car. dogs are SO good when you need to go fast. they speedy :3
doggo and rebecca die trying to rescue some random guy. rodya was still at the car so she survives. random guy does some first aid. she is now soloing the road to canada. where is her bug husband and sad son.
we lose yet another car.
random dog shows up. i take the dog because at worst we get a supertrained dog and no rodya.
we find another car. is this a bad time to mention that irl idk how to drive and so its really funny how often i lose the cars in this game?
the dog gives up. rodya is alone again. girl please you have 1 day left. girl live for your maybe dead bug husband and your probably dead sad son.
diluc shows up at the final trader camp. this feels in character.
and the run ends to the seige right before the canadian border :( rip to rodya and diluc (i was built different [i was already dead])
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starry-bi-sky · 2 months ago
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back on my bullshit
and by bullshit i mean "rewatch MCD for the millionth time in a row and resist the urge to make an MCD OC"
i have yet to succeed in my bullshit.
#minecraft diaries#*makes another MCD Oc for the nth time and pairs them up with garroth*#he's my special baby boy#latest MCD oc is Skyen. they have a fantasy version of permanent photokeratitis and is the one who discovered Garroth outside of PD back#when he first ran away. and they were ✨Roommates✨. smth smth Garroth never shows his face to anyone but Sky and yet Sky is the only one#who can never see him. their blindness concept is admittedly ripped straight out of an old SkyArmy deviantart comic i read way back when.#they can technically 'see' except thats relative because they can barely see past their nose IF they hold their hand up to their face and#block out the light. they wear a bandana around their eyes and unlike AARON has an actual REASOn for it bc if they dont they get really bad#headaches and their eyes hurt due to being really sensitive to the light. they were taken in by an old man who lived in PD and taught them#how to deal with their blindness and essentially daredevilled their ass (also ripped off the SkyArmy Comic). they're still blind as fuck th#so while the heightened senses and training helped. they still like. need help with stuff they normally wouldn't if they had their sight.#they left PD to go traveling after the Old Man died when he and garroth were 18-19 and returned sometime after Aphmau became lord.#WHEN that is. i have not decided. there are a lot of options available for their return but im leaning towards 'before Donna's wedding but#AFTER garroth gets shot'#Skyen refers to Garroth as 'my friend' affectionately and Garroth does the same. they return to living with one another after skyen returns#and one of the first things they do is sit down with garroth and trace his face to feel if anything changed. which there has.#Skyen 🤝 Laurance: Blind Buddies!#Skyen helps Laurance adjust to blindness and lends him one of their bandanas to cover his eyes. Laurance jokes its because nobody wants to#see his eyes. Skyen dryly tells him that when he inevitably gets sand in his face he'll be thankful there was something to protect#his eyes against it. can you tell that i've thought a lot about this
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beanyowl · 2 years ago
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on my yearly aftg reread and I just started the raven king and theres this scene when matt and neil come back to their room after Seth's things were cleaned out and theres this line
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and it just made me imagine, if neil never made it out of Baltimore alive, matt would have come back to a totally empty room whith his two roommates friends dying within the season and nothing left of them in the space they shared, even less of neil bc he was never real and just vanished
I just made myself sad
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mugzymiik · 3 months ago
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Pyrite was meant to be a Gold kinsona what the FUCK happened (he got lore)
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wrishwrosh · 4 months ago
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now the proud owner of the world’s best zine “moby dick* *redacted to queer” :))))
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