#i think we should all just strive to make eachother laugh. :]

[elysiuminfra]

several character tournament polls blowing up and people suibaiting eachother over who votes for who is so funny to me like because. its tumblr polls. its jokes. who cares who wins, it’s about the voting itself. i always vote for who i think would be the funniest winner to me. and the hype is fun but its all jokes and always has been. if you try to take tumblr polls seriously you fundamentally misunderstand that it just doesn’t matter and probably put too much importance on how many people like the thing you like. and also how this website works. why does it even matter if its “fair” or not? it’s all for fun, no matter who wins and how! the real joy of tumblr polls is the journey we go on together and getting to laugh at people who get mad over fictional characters

[decadentrot]

Best girl Rio Nakamura ( •̀ .̫ •́ )✧

Heres my take/rant: I feel like one of the reasons people watch assassination classroom is because there has to be at least one student that everyone related to whether it be the average quiet Nagisa or super shy introvert Okudu or constantly pressured to be perfect Asano, ect. For me that was Nakamura.

I feel like most 'smart' characters always hate being smart cause their family pressured them into it or they hate the constant responsibility with it, so I just really loved the line where Nakamura talks about how she wasn't allowed to joke around with classmates or have 'fun' with them because of her reputation as a gifted student. I remember everyone around me having very self deprecating humor and constantly laughing about how they're gonna be a failure and a future high school dropout who works in McDonalds. And its not like I wanted to be any of those things, I just liked how everyone was united in the "at least when we fail, we fail together!" and they always seemed to look out for eachother. A lot of times I wouldnt be given the same support because apparently i'm so smart and I didnt need encouragement not like the rest of them.

This all cumulated to me of course not trying as hard or even studying and in the moment, it felt good to fail because then people actually gave me support and validation surprisingly. Though it wasn't without its down sides, I ended up making friends with some pretty shitty people and ended forming terrible habits. Of course, I graduated high school and ended up pulling myself together as much as I could. So when Nakamura was given her spotlight on her past and how shes turning her life around to be a diplomat and realizing that intelligence doesn't mean being uncool or having being alone, I genuinely rooted for this fictional character's realization (lmao). But from her character, I left with the message that "You should strive to succeed and never romanticize suffering or unhappiness."

I also loved how thoughtful she is with her friends, whether it be constantly trying to keep the class united through killing their teacher or apologizing to Nagisa for her teasing (even if she did go ahead and put him in another dress) or even bring a birthday cake to Korosensei. Like I said she had a pretty lonely childhood, so I love how that peaks through with her constantly trying to keep those newly founded friends close to her. She really values companionship and thats why I actually love her future job as a diplomat: "a person whose work is keeping good relations between the governments of different countries."

Eventhough she was 'powerful' as a 'child genius,' she still relied on having a good relationship with others to succeed in having a good life much like how these government officials who may have all this power also rely on their relationships with foreign countries to succeed in their citizens having a good life.

Not to mention her vibes and humor was A++

TDLR I really like Nakamura as a character. Shes cool and I wanted to draw a bloody scene with a character who wouldnt mind walking home with a couple blood stains (danganronpa blood style though i do think some of the blood looks more orange than pink due to lighting lmao)

[ushibug]

Stupid Brain.

Katsuki Bakugo

Summary: you strive for being the best. But when that doesn’t happen you began to fall in the dark fog of your brain and Bakugo hates it.

Warnings: anxiety, mentions of starving (?), depressive thoughts, Bakugo being soft.

A/N: basically another comfort fic for my over achieving anxious girlies.

It was like any other day, a anxiety filled mess. It was the fear of failure bitting at your heals and the over comparing yourself to your classmates. The idea that “if you weren’t number 1, you where nobody.”

It was clear on your face during your training in the Gym Gamma. The scowl, the grimace, the distaste for every little move you made. It wasn’t up to your own standards. Why weren’t your kicks going the way they where? Why did your quirk not hit the middle of your target? Why why why why.

You’ve been training for years. Dieting, starving, not sleeping, learning, putting in extra hours of cardio, workouts. So why couldn’t you be at your standards? Why wasn’t it all coming together already?

Why does Bakugo even stay with someone unable to even achieve the simplest things to get to the greater ones? It was true, you had both found comfort in each others odd need for competition and success. Both unknowingly sneaking away to get an extra training session by the P.E field at the same time. At first, head to head for the space soon, or more like months, finally learning how to share and train with eachother. Which lead to opening up about each others self ideals, dreams, emotions that where more than anger and thoughts deeper than those around you should ever know. Both wanting to be strong for yourselves, others, and each other. But if you where this pathetic, how could you do that for anyone. How could Bakugo see you as a strong partner when your breath began to shorten and your fingers twitch in fear as you fail once again during JUST training.

Breath. Just breath. Your brain yelled, but the tightening of your chest squeezed tighter and that feeling on the bridge of your nose that was a sign that the dam of tears is going to spill growing stronger.

A gasp left your mouth at the sudden grip on your forearm. Instinctually you twisted your arm to get away from the grip, pushing yourself away from whatever body had snuck behind you. Your eyes immediately latch on to red ones that stared at you in a furrowed expression. Immediately, that protection stance of yours felt silly. “Ah.” You whispered, relieved it was Bakugo and not one of the teachers testing you in combat.

“You idiot!” You said as your tense muscles relaxed. The 10ft you had created between the two of you shortening as Bakugo strided towards you. “Your the idiot.” He barked, his hand flexing up as 10ft became 1 to flick you in the head. “What was that for?!” You whined at the sting, glaring at the boy.

Only noticeable to you, like a dirty secret, his face softened, and eyes stared more intensively into yours. He knows you too well, seeing you train for a year now outside and inside U.A, being with you during it, he knows when your inside your head. Stuck in this pit of a self conscious mess. And he hates it. Despises that your own self can’t see how truly great you are. Hell you even fought head to head with Todoroki and could match up with Bakugo himself, but your acting as if that never happened, that your skills don’t exist. “You’re acting stupid.” Ahh, good words Katsuki

Your eyes widened. Embarrassment pricking at your skin. Had he seen you practicing? Had he finally seen how truly pathetic you are? How weak you are? That anxiety was back, the one that always was near by, never truly leaving. Attacking you when you thought you where safe. “I know.” You whispered, clenching your fists. “Sorry.” Apologizing for your self.

Katsuki noticed the damage of his words, cursing himself mentally for being unable to portray what he truly wanted to explain. “Tch. That’s, that’s not what I meant.” His voice soft, face contorted in worry. A deep breath and setting aside his own cockiness, before glancing around to make sure no actual idiots where close enough, he reached to graze the red mark his flick left. “You are stupid for thinking you are not worthy of what you deserve, that you can’t achieve what you want. Your head is lying to you woman. You can’t let that extra do that to you. You control it Y/N. The only way you’ll be number 1 is if your brain believes it too dumbass.” His hand reached for yours, rubbing his thumb against the raw calluses. “You work hard, these are proof.” He makes your fingers dance against his. A symbol of unity. “We are proof.” His face covered in a blush, he intertwined your hands together.

Your eyes are wide, dumbstruck even. A little envious that Bakugo has had more obvious character development but more proud than anything. But even more than that feeling was the warm flow of love, admiration and happiness. “AH! Why are you crying now woman?!” He exaggerated, pulling away in disgust and confusion. “Thank you.” Was all you could say to the man who helped you grow strength. “I really appreciate your spikey headass.” You smiled widely, a laugh leaving your lips as you voiced your little insult. “There she is.” He mumbled, a smile tugging at his own lips. And as Bakugo does, he fought it, but you could tell he was smiling in his own way.

Anxiety was always going to be your coworker, but it didn’t mean it had to be your superior. Sometimes you forget that, and you where so thankful for Bakugo for pulling you out of that toxic work environment when that happened, making sure you where controlling yourself. It sure took him a while to figure that out too, but he always reminded himself about your little cheers under your breath he’d hear just meant for him, the big speeches you’d make to him when he was being a utter ass, and the hugs you’d give when he was a mess on his own. I guess having each other balanced it out, with a couple pushes of course. It was a true understanding with each other. Achievement starts within, how else will you make “failure” just a word?

_

Like two dumbass inlove, you stood in the middle of Gym Gamma smiling at eachother idiotically. Unknowing to the eyes that stared occasionally.

“Why can’t I have that?” Denki sighed, leaning against Kirishima goofily who muttered something along the lines of ‘loving someone is so manly’“They’re in the way.” Mumbled Todoroki, who also gave attention to the couple feet’s away from them. “Let them have their moment!” Mina retorted as she passed by. Todoroki sighs.

“Ah yes! Young love! Very plus ultra!” All might belted, making everyone jump, including you two, who scattered from eachother faster than the speed of light. Just for now though.

[pridewhatpride]

omg pls talk more about GX rival shipping once the transfer students come

Dear anon, I love you for asking this of me, but I have to wonder if you want everyone who follows me to start hating me.

Long post coming up? You know it. I apologise to all Johan fans, he's great and I loved him and his deck as a child. Now I'm just salty because he's too perfect. Warning because this is a mess of unrequited feelings and it's an all around bad time if you ship anything in gx. I did mention I do not practice self care in a previous post of mine. Enjoy your pain c:

So here are my bad takes of the day, under the very handy cut!

You see, gx rivalshipping becomes a lot more complicated and angsty when the transfer students arrive. The dynamic changes. If there is a dynamic at all. I mean, imagine yourself in Manjoume's shoes. You've lowkey had a crush on this dumb guy who kind of ruined your life (but actually improved it and freed you from the restraints your family imposed on you), just to watch a handsome scandinavian dude who is a lot more muscular than you are and maybe a little bit nicer, maybe just waltz in and completely captivate said dumb guy's attention. Just when you had managed to admit your own feelings to yourself.

Johan comes in and steals the room, everybody loves him, he's good looking, charismatic, kind and has a magical exclusive shiny sparkling deck at his disposal that he uses as if it was the most natural thing in the world, like he hadn't received approval Pegasus himself on top of the duel spirits. And Judai clearly can't get enough of it, because he's always seeking him out, ever since the duel they had in front of everyone, and Manjoume finds that he's really annoyed by it. He wishes he'd been chosen for the demonstration, deluding himself into believing that if he'd won, Judai would have never started caring so damn much about Johan. But a part of him knows he would have probably lost and that even if he hadn't, Judai would have not cared about the outcome at all. It's nice to think that winning a card game can solve all your problems, but, while Manjoume has only ever experienced how much losing one can mess with your life goals, he isn't stupid enough to think that winning would grant him happiness. Not anymore. No well-thought-out strategy can rid him of his bad temper and his worthless pride.

The thing is, he can't really hate Johan, because nobody can hate Johan. He's just the perfect picture of everything Manjoume isn't and, going by everyone's reaction, the fact that 'everyone is unique in their own way and worthy of love' is absolute bullshit. There clearly is an objective better one of the two and Manjoume is very aware that he isn't it. And he'd probably begrundgingly be cool with it, after all he'd accepted that Jaden was braver than him, that Asuka was emotionally stronger and more resolute, that Daichi was smarter, not to mention how much plain better than him his fomer upperclassmen were. Forget about pros like Edo, whom Judai had stood on equal grounds with. But Judai is clearly playing favourites, too, hell, he hardly even acknowledges Manjoume.

He finds himself forcibly removed from his already shaky position as rival, because now Johan is there to take it up, on top of the titles of 'best friend' and 'emotional support and crutch' and 'maybe something else I'd really rather not know'.

Manjoume just generally hates it all. He might have changed and improved himself, but there is no saving him from the fact that some people were just better. That doesn't stop him from trying. But again he finds himself pitted against Judai, the irony of his fate never giving him a moment to rest. Manipulated and turned into the enemy of those he cares about, again.

A part of him despises how good it feels to learn that Johan has gone missing, but Judai is screaming like his arms have been torn off and while he hates that it's all for Johan, he hates that Judai is in pain even more. Judai had saved him before and it's only right for him to return the favour. So he insists on helping him on his stupidly risky plan to save Johan. And it's all to get the old Judai back.

...The rest, from Manjoume's perspective is a mess. His feelings of anger stem from the hatred he harbours towards himself and the bond between Judai and Johan. He'd been trying to help, he had, he sincerely had, but everything just swirled together and the next thing he knows is that he is shouting at Judai because it suddenly made sense to guilt trip him over the fact that he'd abandoned his friends, he'd abandoned him as soon as someone better had come into the picture. And it was Judai's fault for letting them- him believe that he cared when he didn't, when he couldn't have cared less, because clearly he had one priority only and that was Johan. They had come to help and it still wasn't being appreciated.

Disappearing is a relief, for a moment, but then he finds himself in another hellish place and he can't help but think that it's retribution for being so upset over something that has nothing to do with him. That's right. It's his own fault for making Judai, his only real friend (aside from Fubuki, sorry for breaking the immersion, but I love Fubuki), carry the burden of the stupid hopes that came with his feelings. Judai has no fault. Johan has no fault. It's his own for desiring something that would always be out of reach.

As he is tortured by his own thoughts and regrets in the other dimension, Manjoume silently wishes his words meant nothing to Judai, that he'd be spared the pain of betrayal. He wishes Judai can achieve his goal.

When Shou appears to him, he knows there is no time to waste. If he is alive, the others are, too. Judai would want to know that they are safe. So he asks Shou to carry his message, along with his good luck wish. He hopes it's enough to make up for his mistakes.

Next thing he knows, they are back at DA, Judai is nowhere to be seen. Manjoume mourns the loss of his first and only friend and curses himself for tarnishing that memory. (Judai's return and season 4 would be too much to cover, this was only Manjoume's pov and I might as well just rewrite the entire show at this point.)

So what about Judai?

I personally want to believe that he genuinely does like Manjoume at some point. But as much as it pains me to admit it, season 3 just wrote Manjoume off from the list of main characters and relegated him to 'he's your funny comic relief, nobody really gives a shit about what he thinks or feels, so why should you, the spectator who has grown to love him, care at all? Also here's his sticker that confirms that Judai going after Johan makes him really angry for some reason, make of that what you will c:' (fuck the writing staff, I'm not even sorry).

Judai is so clearly smitten with Johan. It seems to me that his refusal to accept Manjoume's help that one time on the cliff shows that Judai doesn't really understand the way Jun operates. He probably labeled him as just someone else who counted on him to be saved. And sure, Manjoume is saved by Judai in multiple occasions, but he doesn't ever really... ask for it? Or more importantly expect it. He doesn't get himself into situations he can't handle because Judai can save him anyways, the trouble just kind of happens at him and more often than not he's only involved by accident, because he happens to be close to Judai.

The problem still stands, as season 3 starts, Judai is very much burdened by everyone's expectations and Johan is a breath of fresh air and the only one Judai actually considers a friend and an equal. It's heartbreaking that he felt that alone.

They get their gay 'have we met somewhere before moment', they duel gaily, they homoerotically tell eachother how admirable the other is, they shamelessly flirt and whoohoo Judai has an unofficial boyfriend and who can blame him for concentrating on him along with wanting to escape the pressure his former gang unknowingly laid on him.

But yeah, Judai in season 3 has a one track mind and it's hard not to see it as romantic. Does he know it is? Maybe? I honestly don't know. I feel like Johan is the one of the two who is aware of the implications of their interactions. Which also kind of brings me to say... does Johan think that all of Judai's friends are horrible people? Because he never once comments on how Judai distances himself from them once he arrives. He probably thinks they were never good friends in the first place.

Judai probably excuses his attentions towards Johan with the fact that they are alike because they can see spirits, but then he rememebers that so can Manjoume and maybe he feels guilty for a second, but Johan cracks a joke and Judai laughs and thinks to himself that Manjoume is probably happy to have the peace and quiet he so often claimed to want.

Like... I think a part of him would get that tightness in his chest because it's like he's betrayed someone, but he knows he hasn't, because there isn't any actual mutual agreement he's going against. So he lets himself fall deeper into the comfort of Johan's presence. Johan is, to Judai, the ideal person. He is exactly who Judai wants to become. Judai admires him very deeply and strives to be more like him, but he falls gradually into despair as he learns, once Johan is gone, that no, he can't be like him, because Johan is so much better than him, and if he doesn't get him back soon he might even forget what he was like in the first place. Johan can't be erased, can't be forgotten. And Judai feels like he's vanishing already, so he throws himself into a wild interdimensional manhunt to save his hopes for the future.

Turns out that wanting to do good doens't always result in a good outcome. That's what Judai learns when Manjoume lashes out at him just seconds before disappearing. Along with the others, too. Judai doesn't even have the brain power to compute that some people are still there, that he can still save someone, because he realised then that he had focused so much on Johan that he'd completely overlooked the fact that while his friends relied on him a little too much, they hadn't meant any harm. And if he'd just told them, maybe they would have been fine, they could've cooperated- but Manjoume had told him that he was a traitor, that he'd doomed them with his irrational behaviour.

Manjoume's last words to him had been spoken with hatred and Judai realised only then that he had misread him entirely. He lets despair and self hatred take over as he realises that if he had managed to hurt the ones he cared about so easily, discarding them for the new good thing, he could just keep doing that. And it would stop hurting, eventually.

I like to think that Manjoume really does have an impact on the awakening of the Supreme King. Yeah, I know he only turns once Johan's death is mentioned, I know. I just suffer from abandonment issues and can't stand that Manjoume dying in front of him is more impactful to Judai than a guy who literally can't be trusted saying "Joke's on you, the one you're looking for is in another castle already dead."

So yeah. That's the angsty overview.

TL;DR Johan is an Adonis, Judai is smitten and Manjoume is very very heartbroken. But actually so is Judai. Because while being with Johan feels right, there's someone whose absence feels wrong, but he doesn't allow himself to dwell on it and everything goes to shit. All around a bad time for everyone and they'll have a lot of talking to do once they properly reconcile after graduation.

[sadlittleshadow1]

It’s crazy how different I feel now. I don’t have that constant weight of worry lurking in the back of my mind. The stress and unconscious worry over the mistakes I made on every client during the day….doesn’t even occur to me. I don’t have her voice calling me names and making me feel stupid with anything I say or do outside of work. I don’t have that unerring and insufferable urge to be perfect for fear of getting bullied in front of customers or lied about to them.

I don’t have to go back into work, to labor at doing something I genuinely loved, but be listening for her car to pull up and looking for her to barge through the door to bitch at us.

I don’t have to look away and bite my tongue any time she commented on my appearance. “Too fat”…“hair too long”…“too many bruises and cuts on my arms”….“your hair color is so ugly now, you should dye it”….“you slouch too much. Since you’re not fit that only makes it look worse you know.”

I’m above that. I can be myself without having her pick at me every single day of the week. Just like my mom did.

And she wondered why I had self esteem and confidence issues….

But I’m learning to break that cycle, slowly, but so-far-so-good. I couldn’t do it without the support and kindness from close friends. One especially who has been there for me through things I could not have been able to cope with on my own.

Its sad how I could laugh and smile with my coworker when she wasnt there but as soon as that woman walked in all smiles died. No laughter. No talking. It was like a dark cloud had rolled in. A vicious individual that would look for any excuse to single you out and put you down. Squash you with her words and disgust and sneers. Even my coworker who is so bubbly and cheeryost of the time becomes short and abrupt and mean when that woman comes in to critique every single little flaw.

Flaws clients would never notice. Flaws that would only ever be considered if this was a professional competition. Even then, it would be small things. And not just our work but our appearance and our posture and what we were wearing, our hair style, the way we spoke, the expressions on our face. Anything. So I learned quick to show nothing there. Look as dead outside as I felt every time I went home alone to try and sleep at my grandparents.

You never cried in front of that woman. She would just laugh at you. I made the mistake of doing that once, when my great grandmother had died suddenly and I asked off a half day to go to her memorial.

She told me no. Said I hardly knew her and didn’t really care about her. That she was not important in my life. Just let her go. She’s dead, you can’t do anything about that now. It would be hours long and I don’t want to come into work before 11…

This woman who barely knows me, who has heard me talk about my great grandma, knows how this woman impacted my life, dared to outright, no emotion, tell me I didn’t /really/ care she was dead. That grandma wasn’t that important in my life. That it was more important for me to be there at work so she didn’t have to come in on time than for me to honor my grandmother’s memory; to say goodbye one last time.

I just remember not being able to control the tears slipping down my face. I never felt so ripped to shreds. So alone and stupid and unheard.

I was stupid that day and didn't reach out. In fact I ignored text from both my friends. They didn't know for a long time.

But she can't hurt me like that any more.

Never again.

But who was it that was there for her when her dad died? Who listened to her complaints and didn’t judge, didn’t say a word against her. Who let her cry and yell and carry on like a moody teen just because she wasn’t getting her way and she didn’t want to be seen as “the bad guy” but her family was “just so stupid!”

Ungrateful

Hateful

Cruel

And now I don’t have to work for her any longer. I gave her over six months of free labor and over a year of painful work. And on top of it all she stole my tips and emotionally abused me and never let me have a single day off.

Out of fear and desperation and exhaustion of working three jobs and getting emotionally abused at two and physically abused at one, I didnt know what to do, so I did nothing. I let her win. I was alone, no one to ask advice from. No one to have my back.

Of course the few friends I had I never spoke a word at the time. They didn’t know. They weren’t to blame. It was my fault for not reaching out. Not telling them how bad off things were. How hurt and desperate i was. Once again I was afraid but for a different reason.

Things are so different now. I feel stronger somehow from going through this shitshow. I feel in control for the first time in ages. Ready to move forward, refined by this fire, I feel like a new woman. Ready to really get into changing my view of myself and becoming a better friend, a better person.

I’ve struggled with self hate and loathing for a long time. Depression, suicide, anxiety…yeah they are so real to me and have been a part of my life since I was eight. They effect me way more often than I let on. Then I allow myself to realize. I’ve always been good at lying, and as I look back on the last year I cringe at how much I hid. How much I still hide.

Starts the cycle back over again.

But I have reasons to stay here. To keep going. True friends who won’t let me go so easily. Who love me as much as I love them. Who understand my panic attacks and odd habits and spacing out and nightmares. People who understand and work /with/ those parts of me. Who care despite how broken I am.

The long talks in the dark in the parking lots of Walmart and the mall. Faint mist and smell of rain soaked grass as we stand in a spring shower, getting our toes wet as we reminisce on childhood memories. Coffee and tea and deep topics shared, long rides home and good music. Late night talks and shitty anime. The smiles and looks I get from doing something cute or mischievous. Long nights gaming together on the couch with a glass of wine and snacks. Sarcastic looks and dramatic flops as we both try and out-sass eachother. Slitherin and Hufflepuffs forever. Surprise birthdays that bring quirky laughs and squeaky voices.

Soft fingers running through my hair.

I never forget.

So I’m gonna keep fighting even when I don’t want to. When I get to that place mentally I now think of their faces. I don’t ever forget. Maybe one day I’ll find a purpose for my life but until then I’ll just keep striving to be as good and loyal a friend as I can, as hard a worker, a patient sister and daughter.

Today…life doesn’t suck half as much.

I’m free from that.

Now to just work on cleaning out all the memories…

[purrfics]

Summary: A life threatening decision puts the camp in crisis. Chapter: Eleven - Kick The Bucket Author’s Note: [Masterpost] [Quotev] [Blog]

“What were you thinking?!” Grace muffles into Sabrina’s shoulder, still holding her in an unbreakable hug.

“I--”

“WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!” She yells again as she breaks again, pulling Sabrina up as she stood up, too, from the ground.

“I’m sorry!” Sabrina says, still slightly shaken but doing her best not to show it. “I just don’t like being cooped up all the time.”

“You almost died!!! I saw that guy put a gun to your head!! What have we talked about?!”

“God! Just leave me alone, okay. I’m sorry. I’m sick of being told what to do all the time.”

Grace fell silent for a minute, biting her lip.

“Oh, Sabby.” She sighed, hugging Sabrina again. “Just-- Don’t do it again!”

“Grace, hate to break the family reunion but--” Drake started, pointing in the distance as some of the undead come wandering towards them.

“Are they starting to come up here?” Sabrina asks, clearing her throat as her voice was shaking.

“Seems like it, let’s go. They’re slow.” Drake says, motioning for everyone to follow him as they took off into the forest. The dead following them until they stopped, smelling the fresh blood and falling to their knees, ripping into the body of the man lying dead on the ground.

Nancy gasped as Tanya finished a story, both the girls laughing outloud as they sat crossed legged on the bed.

“Thank god I didn’t know you in middle school, you would have been a little rebel.” Nancy tells her.

“Well, In tenth grade I did a little bit of drugs.”

“Tanya!!” Nancy gasped, hitting her lightly on the shoulder.

“It wasn’t that bad. I only did it like.. Once or twice, too. It was kinda gross, actually. Had to impress my crush, though.” She shrugs, grinning.

“Who was it?” Nancy asks curiously.

“This girl named Mary. She wasn’t interested, though. I think she actually went on to become a raging alcoholic. So, I guess I dodged a bullet?”

“You probably did, atleast if you were with her, what about me?!” Nancy asks.

“Ugh, silly. Don’t even think about that!” Tanya giggles, leaning over and softly kissing Nancy on the lips.

“Huh, well, I could always get with one of the dead outside.” Nancy says, lying back in the bed. Tanya raises her eyebrow.

“Yeah, like they’d want to get with you.” She smiles, Nancy’s face falls in joking disbelief again, grabbing one of the circular pillows and hitting her roughly.

“Hey!! Stop it!” She calls out, Tanya giggles to herself.

Sally walks down the hallway, her feet carrying her quickly towards the nurses office again, she seemingly becoming much more healthier feeling. A light blush on her face. Connor’s words echoing in her mind, words he had just said no later than a few seconds ago.

“Think about it,” He smiles, “You’re beautiful, and you know how to survive, can’t let that go to waste.”

Sally bumped into Bri, who was just coming out of the nurses office. The two girls gasping slightly as they didn’t expect eachother to be there. Bri’s face blew into a light blush, too, as she stood back.

“Are you okay?” She asks, awkwardly as Sally looked a little tired, her eyes drooping and her mind racing.

“Yeah. I just really need to sleep.”

“Oh, okay. Haley gave me a room number, there’s supposibly hundreds of rooms in this place.”

“Just like the warehouse.” Sally comments.

“There you are! I was getting worried.” Haley smiles, approaching the girls once again.

“Worried, why?” Sally asks.

“Oh, you know. Connor can get… A little wordsy at times.” Haley shrugs, “Nothing to fear! Follow me.” She smiles, turning around and making her way down the corridor.

“What are you going to do?” Melissa asks as she lays in bed, looking up at Darryn as he pulls on his boots.

“You know what I’m going to do.” He says, squinting at her as he looks around the empty room, pulling his T-shirt over his head.

“Baby, you know we have more people to worry about than just us.” Melissa says, “Tanya… Nancy… Carlo--”

“Yeah. I know exactly who we’re with.” Darryn says, full of hositility. Melissa raises an eyebrow.

“Wow, you’re still--”

“Don’t, not right now, Melissa.”

“Sorry.” She says meekly, rolling over to face the wall. Darryn shakes his head, grumbling lightly as he heads towards the door, pulling it open and leaving the room.

Bri and Sally reached the room, Haley opening the door and pointing inside.

“There’s only one bed, but I hope that won’t be a problem.” Haley says, Bri and Sally entering.

“That won’t be. You’ve given us so much, thank you.” Sally says, looking at the bed and then to Haley.

“No problem. We strive to make the world a better place, it is the strong that survive.”

Sally gulps, Haley waving to them as she closed over the door.

“Do you have a favorite side to the bed?” Bri asks, sliding onto the bed.

“Uh-- no.” Sally says, laughing lightly.

“Okay, good. I love the side to the window.” Bri smiles.

“Why?”

“I like the natural sunlight to wake me up.” She says. “I also like nature, but-- Hey, what did Connor say?” Bri asks, suddenly changing the subject.

“Oh, Connor? Nothing!” Sally smiles, sitting on the top of the bed, not facing Bri but just hanging her head, biting her fingernail.

“Doesn’t seem like nothing.” Bri says quietly, standing up and exploring the rest of the room, although she didn’t find much except a small bathroom. “Was this a hotel?” She wonders to herself.

“He asked--” Sally starts, but she cuts herself off.

“What?” Bri asks, moving back to the bed and sitting beside Sally as she lifts her head up, sighing towards the cieling. “I want to get in on this… Leader guy sidekick role.”

“He said if I was injured, they don’t take injured people lightly here. So, he said that if I wanted too… He’d uh…” Sally says, Bri blinks awakrdly, just staring at Sally as she wasn’t sure what she was going to say. “He offered some sort of… Relationship. Like… Sexually... Or something.” She tells Bri, the word sexually a mere whisper, Bri’s eyes widen.

“What?! He’s a pig. You deserve... Better than that.” Bri says.

“It’s… Whatever.” Sally sighs, “I guess I’ll just die!”

“No, Sally. This is a perfect oppertunity, actually. I mean, what if he’s actually a cool guy?! What if you fall inlove?! True love, Sally??”

“This isn’t Disney.”

“Oh, no. Not really. It’s not PG.” Bri shrugs. Sally shakes her head, lightly laughing to what Bri said.

Darryn rummaged through the food supplies, checking each tin, counting the water bottles and throwing together a small pile of food.

“What are you doing?” A small voice chirps from behind him, he turns around, noticing Harry standing right beside him, the tip of his tongue lightly hanging from his mouth subconciously.

“Nothin’.” Darryn replies blandly, turning back around and continuing his work.

“Do you need some food?? My daddy makes a cool dindins!” Harry tells him.

“Harry!!” Another voice calls, running down, Molly meets at his side, looking at Harry before looking down at Darryn. “What are you two doing?!” She asks.

Darryn sighs, knowing he isn’t going to be able to do anything today, he stands up.

“Nothing, what are you doing?” Darryn asks, trying to be as playful as possible.

“We made babies!!” Harry giggles, his hands pressed against his cheeks. Molly opens her hand and shows the single dandelion seed, crushed in the palm of her hand.

“See!!”

“That’s nice.” Darryn says, beginning to walk away.

“Do you want to say hello?!” Molly asks, following Darryn with Harry close behind. Darryn rolls his eyes, turning around and grinning.

“Of course.”

Molly holds out her hand, up as far as she can to Darryn’s face. He looks at the small seed in her hand.

“Hello…” He says, just as he says this a small gust of wind suddenly takes the seed out of Molly’s hand and into the air.

“OH NO!!” Molly and Harry both scream out, running after the seed with all their strength and will. Darryn quickly makes his way from the kids, instead heading down towards the gates. He stops, eyeing the weapons cabin and suddenly an idea comes to his head.

“But she has promises to keep, Until then she shall not sleep. She lies in bed with ducts that weep.

Because I could not love for affection, It did kindly love for me. Are you upset by how factual it is?

Just like a fire, is the hate. Does the hate make you shiver? Does it?

The touch that's really motherly, Above all others is the kiss. Does the compassion make you shiver? Does it?

Because I could not yearn for love, You did kindly love for me.”

Flake scribbles down a poem onto the paper. At the top, the word “Mother II” is scrawled in fancy lettering. He signs the bottom with “Sebastian C. Flake” and puts his pen down, folding the paper and opening a drawer in his desk, filled with pieces of paper and a large book. He places the piece of paper inside and closes it over.

His eyes flicker up as he hears the front gate opening. He stands, pulling on a jacket and heading out of the darkened cabin.

Robbie, Grace, Sabrina, Carlos and Drake make their way inside the camp. Cooper welcomes them back. Jessica wanders down, Scrap bobbing along right behind her.

“You found her.” Jessica smiles, referring to Sabrina. Sabrina nods, smiling slightly at Jessica before walking at a quicker pace, away from everyone.

“Yeah. She’s alright. Just a little shaken.” Grace says, biting the inside of her cheek, looking up as Flake approaches them.

“You got her, huh? Is she alright.” Flake asks, his hands stuffed inside his jacket.

“Yeah. She’s fine. You?”

“Better than Sabrina, probably.” Flake says.

Darryn approaches, looking at the group.

“What’s going on?” Darryn asks.

“Nothing. That should be it with all the problems now.” Flake says.

“Yeah. Sure.” Darryn says, a little bit more sarcastic than he’d liked. Flake stares at Darryn before turning back to Grace.

“Do you need anything?” Flake asks her.

“No. I’m just going to make sure she’s okay.” Grace smiles, making her way, following Sabrina. As she passes Flake, she rubs his arm slightly as a silent thank you.

“Okay. Drake, can we talk?”

“Oh. I actually wanted to talk to you.” Darryn says to Flake.

“Can it wait?”

“Yeah. I guess.” Darryn nods as Harry and Molly run past.

“I got it!!” Harry calls out, picking up something from the ground and showing her it. Molly’s face scrunches up.

“That’s dirt!!”

Melissa knocks lightly on a door before pushing it open.

“Nancy? Tanya?” She asks quietly, making her way inside as both girls sit up on the bed, covered in small feathers from the pillows.

“Yeah?!” Tanya calls out. Melissa enters the room and closes the door behind her.

“I feel awful.” Melissa tells them.

“What’s wrong, dear?” Tanya asks, turnign to face Melissa, pillow on her lap as she rests her head against the wall. Nancy sits at the edge of the bed, leaning over so her elbows rest on her knees, head in one hand.

“I think Darryn is going to do something real stupid. I didn’t want to stop him though.”

“What is he going to do?” Nancy asks, standing up and approaching Melissa, comforting her by taking her hand and leading her over to the bed, sitting down with her. Melissa sighs.

“He’s being a prick. I mean, I love him, but he wants to leave and rob this place, or take over, whatever comes first -- Please tell me you wont tell anyone.” Melissa asks, Nancy nods frantically, rubbing Melissa’s hand comfortingly.

“Can I tell you the truth?” Nancy asks. “I think Darryn is an asshole.” Melissa sighs, spotting Tanya nodding from beside her.

“He’s not that bad.”

“Sweetie, he’s aggressive and I think a tad dangerous.” Tanya chips in.

“How we survived in that garage for over a month with him is unknown to me.” Nancy says, “He can get over dramatic at times, which I guess is a character flaw he needs to work on.” Nancy says.

“I guess, but we have to stop him.” Melissa says.

“I don’t think you can stop Darryn. Once he’s set his mind on something, he’ll probably do it.”

Flake closes the door behind him.

“What did you want to see me about?” Drake asks, plopping into a chair and rubbing his eyes.

“I wanted to talk to you, about Sabrina.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I’m worried about her and I just want to discuss our options. We can’t have anyone do that again. Today you four could have died.”

“The forest is safe, Flake, there’s barely any dead.”

“So nothing happened today?”

Drake adjusts in his seat uncomfortably. He considered covering for the sisters, but then again, he didn’t think they’d do the same for him. “Well. No, we ran into a man.”

“What did he do?” Flake asks.

“He just attacked her, Sabrina, but it’s fine. You don’t need to worry about it. It was taken care of, nobody was harmed.”

“So you think she was okay to go out on her own?”

“No.” Drake says. “If we hadn’t showed up, she would have died. I’m just thinking that she won’t do it again now, you know? After today, I doubt she’ll want to go outside the walls.”

“If you’re certain. You need to keep an eye on them.”

“Aren’t you closer to them, you should do it.”

“Both of us. I mean, Grace trusts me but I can’t be snooping on her sister like some sort of creep. She’s overprotective, which is good.”

“Yeah. Well. I’ll get on that. I have to go clean myself up.” Drake says, getting up and saying goodbye to Flake, opening the door and making his way out, bumping into Darryn on his way out.

“Is Flake done?” Darryn asks him.

“Talking? Yeah. He’s in his cabin.” Drake tells him in passing, Darryn nods and walks to the cabin, tucking his shirt over a gun in the back of his pants.

Darryn knocks on the door, pushing it open and spotting Flake sitting at the desk, lit by the candle light as he admires his sword.

“Oh. Hey. What’re you doing?” Darryn asks, stepping inside and closing the door over.

“Just… Thinking. What’s up, Darryn?” Flake asks, placing the sword on his desk as he makes his way to the front of it, leaning against it.

“I just wanted to talk to you. About the situations, about everything.” Darryn says.

“Okay… Continue.” Flake says, interested to know where this conversation was going, tapping his fingers against the wood of the desk.

“You need to know some things about my group.” Darryn tells Flake.

“Okay.”

“We don’t do well with dictatorships. Honestly, they’re a little sad. One guy in charge of a dozen people? Sounds pretty cliche.”

“What are you getting at?”

“Leaders are no good unless they’re strong and capable of doing what’s right.” Darryn tells him, stepping closer. “If a leader can’t do what’s right, then what sort of leader are they?”

“Do you see yourself as a leader?” Flake asks.

“Yes. I know I’m capable, but I’m not in charge of my group, nobody is. This group? However, has one clear leader. You.”

“Correct.” Flake says. “This is my place.”

“Yes. You know we got off on the wrong foot. I know you don’t like me, but I’m here to make a proposition.”

Flake nods, his eyes squinting ever so slightly, suspiciously. Darryn adjusts his shirt, clearing his throat before continuing with his “speech”.

“Give up your position as leader and we’ll have no problems.”

“Excuse me?” Flake asks, gripping his fingers against the edge of the desk.

“You heard me, loud and clear.”

“You’re telling me you don’t like dictatorships. However, you appear to be trying to create one. With yourself incharge.” Flake says, his eyes lingering down as Darryn adjusts his hands on his hips. He immediently retained eyecontact with Darryn. “You’re going to kill me, aren’t you?”

“Kill you, why would you think that?”

“Oh, come on Darryn. Nobody says this without a backup plan.” Flake says, leaning his upper body closer to Darryn. “And your backup plan is needed, because I refuse your offer.”

As soon as Flake saw Darryn’s lips turn into a grin, he reached on the desk, gripping his sword as he swings it forward, slicing upwards and into Darryn’s stomach. Darryn gasped out, gasping for air as the sword entered his lower abdomen.

“I get things done, t--” Flake begins, but he feels a bullet enter his torso, the gunshot firing throughout the cabin as his reflexes kick in, he slices the sword out and as he feels himself tumble backwards towards the desk, he uses his strengths to slice Darryn’s head, slicing halfway through Darryn’s skull, killing him.

Flake collapses to the floor, bleeding through the side of the body. His whole body aching as he starts fading out of consciousness.

(Day 6)

Sally steps out of the shower, turning off the water. She sighed, turning towards the mirror and using her towel to wipe the steam off of the mirror before wrapping it around her body, rubbing her eyes as she had just woken up a few minutes ago. The morning coming quicker than she had expected.

She dried her hair, rubbing it frantically with a towel before tying to around her head. She opened the bathroom door, the steam flooding out into the main room and disappearing into the air as she stepped out. Her eyes widening as she noticed Connor standing by the bed, leaning against the table at the side.

“Good morning.” He smirks, gesturing with his head to the bed, “Did you sleep well?”

“Yeah. It was fine, thanks.” Sally tells him, making her way over to the bed and grabbing her clothes that she had lain out, using her other hand to support her towel to make sure it didn’t fall from her body.

“Did you consider yesterday?”

“Uhh- Yeah. I mean. I don’t know.” Sally says, picking up the last of her clothes. “I’m just going through alot right now.”

Connor raised his hands up. “I know, I know. It’s just a system.”

“I’m almost better but uh. Later I’ll come with a decision.” Sally tells him, heading into the bathroom and placing her clothes on top of the pile of towels. “Where’s Bri?” She asks, turning to look over her shoulder at Conner.

“I sent her to get food, thought It’d be time that you’d have a good amount of food to start your day. Am I right?”

“Very right.” Sally smiles at him, heading over to the door, “Excuse me.” She says, closing over the door until it clicks closed. She turns the lock and turns to lean against the door, sighing heavily and covering her face with one hand, feeling suddenly rather overwhelmed.

Connor shakes his head, getting up from his leaning position and leaving the room, heading down the corridor and disappearing down the stairs.

(Day 5)

Grace feels her feet taking her as fast as she has ever ran, her legs moving exceptionally fast as she grabs the railing to a cabin, swinging herself up the stairs, throwing herself into Flake’s cabin as what she sees shocks her. The dim light giving her a clear view as opposed to the moonlight outside.

“Holy shit, Flake!” She gasps, almost tripping over Darryn’s body as she enters, her foot stepping in the puddle of blood forming around his head. Flake grumbles, holding his wound as he has managed to pull himself up onto the seat, his eyes falling heavy as Grace makes her way over to him, slapping him lightly on the face, recieving a curse towards her from Flake. “Stay awake!”

Sabrina manages to catch up with Grace, sliding inside and letting out a small gasp. She raises her foot as she spots the blood, avoiding it as it seeps through the floorboards.

“Get the medical kit!” Grace calls out, grabbing everything from the desk and beginnign to practically throw it to the floor. Flake grumbles out something, but she can’t seem to hear him. She throws stray pieces of paper off of the desk and grabs Flake’s hand, throwing his arm around her neck as she attempts to lift him onto the desk, but not being able to manage. “Fuck!”

Robbie enters, hearing the commotion, with Drake right behind him.

“What the fucking FUCK!?” Drake yells out, pushing past Robbie to view the situation.

“Help ME!!” Grace aggressivly calls out. Robbie snaps out of his slight daze and makes his way across the cabin as Sabrina returns, holding a small med kit in her hand. “Is there any doctors in that new group of Carlos’?!”

Flake grumbles a bit, although it’s more of a laugh as Robbie and Grace pull him onto the desk, his body falling limp over it.

“I don’t think so.” Drake says, “I think we’d know.”

“FIND OUT?!” Grace yells as she slams the medical kit on the spare piece of the desk, ripping it open.

“Do you need anything?” Sabrina asks, shoving her hands into her pockets.

“Yeah. We need to fix this.” Grace says.

“My friend was a trainee nurse, she told me some things. I don’t know how much was right, though, she wasn’t that far into her course when shit went down.”

“I don’t care. Come on, we have to help him. How did this happen?!”

“Maybe we should question why they’re both in this mess in the first place.” Drake says.

“I don’t think anybody else heard, We have to keep this between us until morning comes.” Grace tells them.

“Jessica heard, she’s trying to keep the kids quiet.”

“Okay.” Grace says, picking out a scalpel. “Will this work?”

“Better than anything, I guess.”

“I’m so sorry, Flake.” She whispers before she rips his shirt, throwing it up his body as she reveals the wound, just above his hip.

“Use this.” Robbie tells her, “Before you do anything, It helps. It’ll burn a little, though.” He says, giving her a small bottle.

Grace unscrews the bottle, holding it above Flake’s bullet wound.

“Sorry.” She says, although rather unsympathetically, she tips the bottle and pours some of it on his bullet wound as Robbie quickly grabs Flake’s sword, using the handle to place against his teeth. Flake’s muffled screams fill the cabin as Grace begins dabbing it along his wound with her t-shirt, lightly as she leans in.

“Sabby, come here.” She says, Sabrina make sher way quickly around the desk, standing next to her sister as Flake’s body jerks upwards, his hand grabbing Grace’s shoulder, trying to control his pain but trying not to hurt anyone.

“What is it?”

Grace explained to her, in as much detail as possible, what to do. As Sabrina helped Grace dig out the bullet and hold pressure to the wound, she felt the blood seep onto her skin and cover the palm of her hands with red, sticky blood.

This continued throughout the night... Flake's life hanging in the hands of The Berry Sisters.

[survivorjordanpines]

Adam’s Jury Answers

Emma:

Sorry not sorry guys, I have to do this. Emma babe, this one's for you https://media.giphy.com/media/KIjiO0w6YHRew/giphy.gif

Ruthie, normally everyone loves goats, but only you could make keeping you at final tribal seem baaaaaaaaaaad

Ryan Teddy Palmer, the man with a position so secure in the game, he survived one alliance voting him out, only to be voted out next round by the one that was saving him!

Gage, didnt you know that when you're a pawn you actually need to get to the end of the board to be useful???

Raffy, maybe if you didn't take so many naps, you could have opened your eyes and seen the blindside coming!

Charlotte, you were so paranoid this game that when you wasted my extra vote and helped me rock out, I was convinced that playing bad was all just an elaborate ruse!

Chaos Casey, with how irrelevant you were before you were rocked out, you can be the next washup cast on Tumblr Survivor: Where are they now?

Regan, whenever you speak to me I always want to know more about you. Like, are you always this way?

And to top it all off!

Emma, thank god you were the closest thing to a uninmous vote we had this game. Otherwise we might have forgotten you played!

Casey:

Oh it's coming >:)

Regan:

Haha Regan I love you. You're so weird and quirky and I just dig it. Like I can only really translate half of this but I get the general idea.

Heart to heart, you were my original plan for a final 2. I got along really well with Charlotte and Kage too, but they got voted out while I was away and I got voted out while Charlotte was away so that didn't work out. You remember that right? Well point being after I came back and Jaiden was telling me about how he and Kage were using my name to throw lies out there, and I came right to you, I really thought we were squared away. And when you voted me out I just chalked it up to that being your plan all along, because they even said in the vote outs that you guys didn't want me to meet up with my friends on the other tribe. Jokes on you guys though because we live to vote eachother out. But anyway, when I came back in the game, if you had been on my tribe it probably wouldve been you i told about my idol. It just wasn't in the cards though, and I shacked up with Charlotte and Drew. I told you a lot of things, but I told a lot of people a lot of things. It was one big info trading roulette and no matter what the biggest scores I brought home to m main alliance.

So it didn't work out between us this time, but really I'm just a fireball in games. I kinda do whatever I want. I think I could've come into FTC a lot stronger if I had played by the book, but I get bored very easily. I don't want to do unfun things in the game because honestly getting to the end feeling like you did everything right and still losing is very disheartening. So maybe it was a little self-sabotage mixed with some impulsive things for laughs, but I can live with my decisions. I had a fun game and I made it to the end. If I can fuck shit up along the way then hey let's light this city on fire. Maybe next game we play together we can be wingmen and paint the town red. Until then keep doing what you're doing girl. And hey, if you feel like, who cares, just vote for Adam. After all, fuck it

P.S. I love that you called me Russell. I was actually going to pick him for my icon but usually in games people are sketched when you do that so I've since stopped and let Jordan pick my icon. But you see right through me ;)

Ryan:

Honestly, the most fun I have in these games is just hanging out over the period of the game! I've always gotten rather drained when it comes to prolonged social interactions, so having a group of friendly people just online hanging out all the time is really fun! It's a very no-pressure environment to just chime in and joke around with people and like, that's absolutely part of what made this season so great! If a tribe chat is dead or like it's just full of a few people dominating the conversation, it's no fun at all. But we did it right because no matter what kind of game drama was going on someone would be cracking jokes in our Jordan Pines chat. That's what games should be like. Cuz no matter what we're all just here to have a good time, so when people get too upset about these games it makes me sad. This stuff was created and put together by people like us so we could all enjoy Survivor, so just have fun with the game and be friends! You might even meet a fewpeople who are really worth it

Charlotte:

No worries Charlotte I love you too! I told you this when you visited me on Redemption but even after a few frustrating moves we made together I couldn't dislike you if I tried.

I am sorry about the rites of passage, doing things last minute has been an accidental pattern these few days cuz there's so much stuff to do back to back. I regret being so busy at work that I just wrote them on my phone whenever I had the chance, but I actually didn't intend to write much anyway. I'm sure it could've done with more polishing but I wanted to leave it lighthearted and leave the serious talk for tribal. I admittedly didn't know the custom was to write a paragraph for everyone and I guess brash quips were just more my style. I didn't mean to make it seem like I didn't care about this game.

But anyway, I doubt we'll talk much after this game but with any luck we'll see eachother in another game someday! I'll miss being inspired to see movies after hearing about all the ones you are going to. We had some good times in hats sweets, and games aside I'll always treasure genuine friendship interactions. It's been a pleasure spending time with you and if you ever wanna take a dip on the wild side again dont be afraid to help a hater out ;)

It's been fun hanging out all season Char Char <3

Ari:

I can see how me mostly just winning redemption challenges and being a dick could outshine my social achievements, but I'm glad you asked! From right when I got back into the game pre-merge, I immediately set myself up with two alliances. One Ryan invited me into, with his icon friends yourself and Emma, to have "majority" on the tribe, and my real alliance with Charlotte and Drew, whom I planned to go to the end with and shared my idol with. I also made friends with Gage and Raffy and even Jaiden who my alliance wasn't decided on voting out. At merge I met up with Jess, who I spent a lot of time with planning out island excursions so we could find all of the claws, and Regan who I stuck close to because I wasn't sure when she could be voted out. I also spent a lot of time trading info with Raffy and Gage, though I really only shared information that was useless or they couldve gotten from someone else. I continued to draw a lot of information from our horsehuman alliance, mainly information about claws and the isle because votes were obvious and it was just whether we wanted to go with majority or show our hand and vote someone else out. My alliance with Drew and Charlotte was constantly the deciding votes, and we only needed to reveal ourselves when suddenly we were being targeted.

Lastly with me talking with Raffy and Gage and them also talking to Drew/Charlotte seperately, we talked them both into making alliances and "bringing us together" (one alliance with Gage and one without) so that way we wouldn't have to seem connected but we still would get Raffy's vote for our own ends. Really my only mistake in alliances was you Ari. After voting out Ryan I was suspicious you would be talking to Jess and Ruthie about going against me, since I voted out your closest ally, yet still underestimated how likely you were to betray me when the chaos idol came out. Originally in my alliance with raffy gage charlotte and drew, each of us was going to vote for one person, but I wanted to do duos with gage/raffy and charlotte/drew so i could say i was voting for you. In reality I meant to betray you so you would be rocked out alone while me drew and charlotte voted in a threeway. However, in the final hour of tribal me and charlotte got into an argument and at the last moment i agreed to just self vote and charlotte would jsut vote drew, which she didn't even end up doing! So our alliance crumbled because when we should have just all 3 voted eachother charlotte got 3 votes and me and drew went to rocks. And the rest is history.

So I knew you could have been colluding with Jess and Ruthie but honestly didn't think you had the moxie. Well played

Rafael:

That's okay Raffy. I guess if all you have to do to win survivor is win immunities then do your thing. I'm more of a showman and I strive to make the game something great. And it totally was! This is probably the best org I've ever played, for so many reasons.

I want to remind you that I once told you I live to entertain. So I ask you, https://info.umkc.edu/unews/wp-content/uploads/2016/11/oS3Qd2AZZ-620x396.png

But I hope you know I had such a fun time talking with you! I wish we had gotten deeper into a videogame discussion because I think we overlap in more areas than one, but I always loved having you around! Too bad everyone else would have loved you too and there's really only room for one Jordan hate up here. But hey, no reason to let that keep you from rooting for the home team ;)

Gage:

I'd vote for Jess. See: http://survivorjordanpines.tumblr.com/post/170099908090/jessicas-opening-speech

Ruthie:

Thanks Ruthie! You know me and you never really played the game together but it was always really pleasant to just pop in on each other! I felt like we were old friends catching up for tea while the world raged on. I enjoyed what little time we spent together <3