#is what the quote on my tombstone will say

[zombieostrich]

behold, (most of) my WIPs! Only one of which I'm actually working on

Some of these are over a year old. One of these is about two years old. Is that the one I'm working on? No. No it is not. Because despite my brain wanting me to organize, organize, organize, it's also a bastard who wants nothing but pure, utter chaos.

[empresskylo]

ೃ⁀➷ call of duty incorrect quotes

⋆｡°✩ all featuring gn!reader insert ⋆｡°✩ AUTHOR'S NOTE | hopefully these aren't cringey lol, i pulled most of them from pinterest. i just thought they'd be fun. let me know if you'd want to see more.

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soap: *bursts into the room, starts panicking* ghost: you: ghost: what happened? soap: no one died you: WHAT KIND OF ANSWER–

gaz: have you heard the joke about the gaslighter? soap: no... gaz: no, you definitely have. soap: no I haven't. gaz: you've literally heard it before. soap: no i haVEN'T gaz: yes you have soap: I DON'T KNOW IT?!? gaz: you're crazy, man. ghost: *hiding his smirk* you: *giggling beside ghost*

soap: I just fell– you: from heaven? soap: no, like I literally just fell– you: in love with me? soap: my fucKING ARM IS BROKEN you: okay, but do you think i'm pretty? be honest.

you: i sleep with a dagger under my pillow. gaz: weak. I sleep with a gun. ghost: you're both pathetic. you: oh?? and what do you sleep with? ghost: soap. you: *spits out drink*

you: what are you, 5? konig [snorts]: yeah, 5 heads taller than you. you: konig: konig: I'm sorry, please don't kill me.

you [on the phone]: uh... price? price [tired]: is the base on fire? you: well...no? price: then it's not an emergency price: *hangs up* gaz: WHAT DID HE SAY? you: he said it's not an emergency. soap [pinned under a cabinet that ghost and alejandro are trying to get off him]: HOW IS THIS NOT AN EMERGENCY

ghost: i invited you into the woods because I crave the most dangerous game. you and soap [both nodding]: knife monopoly. ghost: i was actually going to hunt you for sport but now i'm interested in whatever the fuck knife monopoly is.

ghost: *is carrying all the groceries* you: *holds out a hand to help* ghost: *aggressively moves all the groceries to one hand to hold your hand*

you: can you keep a secret? ghost: do you know anything about my life? you: no, i do not. good point.

[you and ghost texting] you: where are you? ghost: turn around ghost: no the other way ghost: wrong way again you: ghost, where exactly are you?? ghost: at base, but the thought of you turning aimlessly in circles amuses me.

soap: go big or go home! you [tears in your eyes]: i am begging you, soap. for once in your life, go home. please. just this once. go home. ghost: *nods in agreement* soap: i'm going big!

soap: hey, random question, what are your favorite flowers? you: peonies, why? soap: you: were you going to get me flowers? soap: you: soap: it's a possibility...

you: why are you smiling? price: what? can't I just be happy? soap: gaz tripped and fell in the parking lot.

ghost: i wish i could block people in real life. you: restraining order. soap: murder. gaz: jesus fucking chr–

you: so you don't have a thing for anyone at the moment? soap: well... i didn't say that. you: oh. what's she like then? soap: you're just gonna assume they're a 'she'? you: are they– you: are they not a girl? soap: *gay panic*

ghost: i made tea. you: i don't want tea. ghost: i didn't make tea for you. this is my tea. you: then why are you telling me? ghost: it's a conversation starter. soap [looking between you two, confused] you: that's not really a conversation starter. ghost: oh, it isn't? we're conversing, aren't we? checkmate. you [scoffing]: well it's a lousy one then. ghost: never said it wasn't. you: *looking at soap* soap: *looking at you*

price: what does 'take out' mean? alejandro: food. gaz: dating. soap: murder. you: it can mean all three if you're not a coward. ghost: soap: gaz: price: you: what?

ghost: look, i know you think my judgment is clouded because i like soap a little bit. you [holding ghost's notepad]: you doodled your wedding invitations. ghost: no, that's our joint tombstone. you: oh, right, my mistake.

konig: hello, welcome to our first debrief. konig: today we're talking about... you [whispering]: building loyalty. konig: killing royalty. you [under your breath]: oh my god.

ghost: i am a very bad person. very very bad person. i am a horrible person. soap: you: gaz: ghost: "no you're not, ghost! we still love you, ghost!"

[yelenasdiary]

hi!!

with this new yelena content, i have a "sort of" request??

i mean, i have like a phrase that buzzes in my head, a phrase that if it were said to Yelena the entire fandom would break down in pain.

so, the quote is this: "i want to be able to worry about you"

it is possible, even in the future, to have a fanfiction or even a short one shot with yelena x r, and r says this to Yelena?

the context of why that phrase is said I would leave up to you to decide :)

(or maybe all this only makes sense in my head, idk lol)

Drunken Sober Thoughts

Pairing: Yelena Belova x GN! Reader.

Summary: When Kate's birthday party comes to an end, you and Yelena find yourselves alone.

Angst, Fluff.

Warnings: Mentions of drinking, Mentions of death, Reader has dark thoughts. This is not proof read or corrected | 0.8K

AC: I loved this idea, I hope you enjoy it! x

Red and blue plastic cups littered the rooftop of Kate's studio apartment, the young Avenger had just celebrated her 24th birthday and threw a little party with her closest friends. Kate has been one of your closest friends since you recruited her to the team, and although you were a few years older than her, you've seen her more as a little sister than anything else. 

She introduced you to Yelena shortly after she had joined the new Avengers team, you already had some kind of background on Yelena from Clint but the two of you seemed to grow close quickly. 

"What's going on inside of the big, smart brain of yours?" Yelena's accent brought your thoughts back to reality as she took a seat down next to you, the two of you now looking over the city of New York. You took a sip of your drink and smiled softly, "nothing new" you replied. 

Your comment made Yelena frown, "come on, you talk to me" she said, placing her red cup beside her. "You've been a little distant recently and I know you don't like to worry Kate but she's worried too" the blonde added. You couldn't help but sigh to yourself. "You don't have to worry about me, nor does Kate" you replied before taking another sip of your drink.

There was a moment of silence between the two of you before Yelena spoke again, "you know, you remind a lot of Natasha sometimes" she said, looking over at you. 

"Natasha was a very smart and respected woman" you replied, looking back at her. 

"Yes, but she too was closed off. Although I only got to spend a little time with her, she was happy. You gave her a family when she needed one and now your family has retired but you haven't?" Yelena questioned, "why not?" she added. 

You shrugged, "I guess, outside of being an Avenger, I have nothing. An empty home, nothing to keep my mind from replaying everything that ever happened in my life plus, Kate keeps me busy" 

"You're hiding" Yelena said, taking a sip of her drink once more.

"Hiding?" You questioned with a frown. Yelena nodded, "you're using this new Avengers team as an excuse to let yourself be happy" 

You couldn't help but let out a small chuckle, "trust me, I am not someone that somebody wants to come home to every night" 

"I do" Yelena said softly. 

You looked over at Yelena to find her already looking you in the eyes. The look in her eyes told you everything, a simple look and you knew what she was about to say. "Yelena" you started.

"I know, I know what you're going to say and you can try to tell me just how much you don't think you're worth it but I want to be able to worry about you, I want to be able to come home to you, I want to see the world with you, to take you out for dates and do all those little things that love so much. 

I don't want to waste what is the rest of my life letting my past control what I do and how I feel, I've had feelings for you since that day you came to Nat's tombstone on her birthday. You left her favorite flowers you didn't leave the site until you knew I was okay. We had only met twice, and you had it in your heart to be there so a stranger. I think about that day a lot" she explained. 

Your mind went back to that day, Yelena sat with Nat for hours. You didn't mind waiting and making sure she would be okay, after all, you promised Nat that you would be there for her whenever she needed, and something told you that day that Yelena needed somebody to watch over her. 

"You would've done the same" you replied. 

Yelena shook her head, "if I didn't know you, no I wouldn't" she replied honestly. 

"Yelena, you're probably just drunk, you don't mean any of this" you added, rising from your seat, "it's late, I should probably make sure Kate isn't chocking on her own vomit" you added. 

Before you knew it, Yelena had a grip on your wrist, not a hard grip but even to make you stop trying to walk away from her. She pulled you closer to her, never breaking her eye contact with you, "I can handle my vodka, but I can't bare another moment without you" she spoke softly before kissing you deeply. You dropped the plastic cup in your hand, letting it hit the ground and splashing your drink as you found yourself wrapping your arms around the back of her neck, deepening the kiss. 

You pulled away for air as a tear rolled down your cheek, Yelena smiling softly as she wiped it away with her thumb, "don't worry about Kate, she's been drinking punch for the last two hours" she said, making you chuckle. 

"You're not going to reject this in the morning, right?" You asked as worry filled your eyes. 

"Not in a million years" Yelena replied.

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[moistrodent]

long exhaustive rant about WHY I hate the poison scene

In quite a few posts on my blog I mentioned I didn’t like the poison scene, in this post I want to explain why I don’t like it.

My main issue is the person who the boarded the scene, raphielle, who actively ships Valentino x Angel Dust and who SEXUALLY HARASSED A MINOR. They also cosplayed as Angel Dust and uploaded photos of them and a Valentino cosplayer making out.

Along with creating this comic:

Also a quote in this comic is actually in the show. Straight from the comic, maybe it’s just an insane coincidence who fucking knows /sar.

*I have not watched the animatic Raph made, but I have heard some things about it and THIS. FUCKING THIS IS THE CONTENT WARNING. THIS IS SO DISTASTEFUL.

This person story boarded Angel Dust getting raped to a pop song, they have stated they are not an SA survivor. They ship Angel Dust and his rapist. This is grounds to be uncomfortable with the poison scene, but it doesn’t end there!

Vivziepop argued with SA survivors on if the representation of SA in Hazbin Hotel was good, LYING ABOUT RAPH BEING AN SA SURVIVOR.

An official remix of Poison was made for Angel Dust’s birthday, this remix includes voice lines of Valentino. Vivziepop then liked a Valentino x Angel Dust tweet.

Vivziepop has also shown a clear interest in Valentino/shipping him with others, and liking a bunch of VoxVal tweets.

Also the original song…

“'Cause I know you're poison You're feedin' me poison Addicted to this feelin', I can't help but swallow Up your poison I made my choice and Every night I'm livin' like there's no tomorrow”

What the fuck is this. During these lines Angel Dust is dancing with Valentino, looking happy. I’ve seen people thinking that these scenes actually showed Valentino and Angel Dust’s honeymoon phase, but CONTEXT! CONTEXT I SAY, CONTEXT! PLEASE READ THE REST OF THE POST CLOSELY!

“Oh but Rowan (hi if anyone is looking at this post, my name is Rowan) you’re just media illiterate and think any representation is fetishised!” Dead wrong actually. I enjoy seeing my trauma represented, it’s a good thing. Once again, CONTEXT.

The Living Tombstone wrote a song in which Angel Dust gets graphically raped, storyboarded by someone with a rape fetish. The MV shows Angel Dust in these eye candy outfits and pretty colour palettes.

~ sincerely, a very annoyed CSA survivor who likes having good representation.

[shalomniscient]

6am thoughts are thoughting… been thinking about this quote—

So take my tags, and I’ll take yours, and if I die in this shitty fucking war don’t tell them we switched; let me be buried under your name—and some fifty years from now, you can be buried under mine.

tempestaurora. 2019. “let me be buried under your name”. https://archiveofourown.org/works/21021290

—and naturally thought of acheron and her ‘borrowed name’ because like. what if it was yours.

‘origin’ is not a blade to be unsheathed for fickle reasons. it was forged in the blood of millions, a symbol of an endless struggle against fate itself. the only time ‘origin’ should reveal its cutting edge to the world is to invoke ‘end’.

and yet, sometimes, she unsheathes it anyway—if only to delve into those fractured memories stored within the scabbard and see your face once more.

the memory flickers and ripples as she watches from outside, the ghost of her future watching the life of her past. she’s sitting next to you—alive, breathing, beautiful you—as the both of you sit on the balcony of an abandoned apartment. she remembers this mission well; it was a simple scouting one, observing the movement of the oni, and you had even brought peaches with you.

she watches herself watch you as you bite into the soft, overripe fruit, the juice trickling down your chin. a smile creeps onto her younger face—you’ve always been a messy eater. your expression scrunches up as she reaches out to wipe away the spilled sweetness, but you let her do so anyway. a beat of silence passes between you both, but you break it first.

“hey, ▇▇▇?” you hum, and her current self lets the sound of you saying her true name wash over her. there are many vices in the universe, but none will ever be as potent to her as you.

“yes?” her past self answers, a curious look on her face. in the dim light of the storm-shrouded sky, her red horns gleam like rubies. her heart jumps the same way it always has when you turn to look at her.

“let’s switch tags,” you say. your expression is one she can’t really read, at least not back then, and her hand that had been on your face falls. her past self tilts her head in curiousity.

“switch… tags? why?”

you eyes flicker back to the fruit in your hand. it’s falling apart, sticky flesh heavy with sweetness turning mushy and falling to the cold, damp concrete. “i dunno,” you answer after a while. “i just… feel like it, i think. if i gotta die in this stupid fucking war, then i wanna be buried under your name.”

she should have known, then. you’d always been strangely perceptive—it shouldn’t have surprised her that some part of you anticipated your own death. but that past her had only indulged you with a smile, because she had never been able to say no to you. she slips her tags off from around her neck, then loops it around yours, and you do the same. you take the oppurtunity of being so close to her to kiss her, and she giggles. you taste like peaches.

that day, she became ‘acheron’, and you became ▇▇▇. and not even a week later, it is the name they engrave on your tombstone.

(it’s fitting, really. because when you died, so did she.)

in reality, acheron lets ‘origin’ slip back into its scabbard with a click. her umbrella lies discarded on the ground, and the downpour soaks her form, but that’s alright.

at least like this, she can pretend that the tears slipping down her cheeks is nothing more than just the rain.

[thatguywhodoesstuff]

Some More J X Thad Incorrect Quotes

(A sequel to these two posts)

———

Uzi: J, takeout the trash.

J: Sure. (Turns towards Thad, batting her eyes) Hey, Thad, will you go out with me tonight?~

———

J: (Kisses Thad on the lips)

Thad: (Is caught off guard, but quickly reciprocates the kiss)

J: …Did you steal my chapstick?

Thad: Did- Did I what?

J: My chapstick, Thad. Did you steal it?

V: J, for the love of God, not this again.

Thad: I- No, I didn’t steal your chapstick. We use the same chapstick.

J: No, there is absolutely no way we use the same chapstick, because it was only sold on one JCJenson shop two years ago and they discontinued it, and I loved it so much that I bought the last of their stock, and I keep it in my freezer so it doesn’t go bad. It’s been discontinued for three years. No one else uses the same chapstick for three years. So unless you’ve been eating a whole fuck ton of something that’s flavored like chocolate and popcorn, you absolutely stole my fucking chapstick.

Thad: Chocolate and popcorn?

V: Why do you think it got discontinued?

———

Lizzy: Hey, J, are you free on Friday? Like around eight?

J: Yeah.

Lizzy: And you, Thad?

Thad: Umm… yes?

Lizzy: Great! Because I’m not. You two go out without me. Enjoy your date! (Saunters off)

J: Did she just-

———

Thad: We should get you to a technician for a check up immediately. What if it happens again, and there isn’t anyone around to help you? What if it’s congenital? Oh my God! Was it me? Did I hurt you?

J: …You realize any other person that made their partner overheat in bed would simply feel really proud of themselves, right?

———

J: Look, I know you think my judgement’s clouded because I like Thad a little bit.

Uzi: (Holds up J’s Ruled Murder Drones Notebook) You doodled your wedding invitation.

J: (Dismissively) That’s our joint tombstone.

Uzi: (Sarcastically) My mistake.

———

Thad: I would never say that my girlfriend is a bitch and I don’t like her. That’s just not true… my girlfriend is a bitch and I love her so much!

———

Thad: J is too tall for me to kiss her on the lips. What should I do?

Lizzy: Punch her in the stomach. Then, when she doubles over in pain, kiss her.

Doll: Проткните ее.

Uzi: Dump her.

V: Kick her in the shin.

J: No to all of those! Just ask me to lean down!!

———

J: I want someone to take me to art museums and make out with me.

Thad: (Flirtatiously) But they say not to touch the masterpieces~

J: (Equally flirtatious) Well somebody's got to pin the artwork to the wall~

Uzi: (Looks away in disgust) Ugh…

———

J: You are the love of my life and I would do anything within reason to make you happy.

Thad: I would be happy if you ate, kept your software up to date, and got a reasonable amount of sleep.

J: I said within reason, Thad. How about I murder that guy? (Points at Chad)

Thad: So murder is in reason, but proper self care isn’t?

J: Well, duh. What kind of question is that?

———

Thad: Can I have 2 straws with my drink?

J: Aww-

Thad: With 2 straws, I can drink it twice as fast!

J: (Looks at him, thoroughly unimpressed)

———

Uzi: (Glaring, her Solver at the ready) What have you done with Thad?

J: Nothing. Why? (Leans forward, smugly) Do you have suggestions?~

(Uzi throws a barrel at her)

———

N: Truth or dare?

Thad: Truth!

N: Do you-

J: I dare you to kiss me.

Thad: (Passionately makes out with J)

N: He said “truth”, right?

———

Thad: What do you want to be for Halloween?

J: Yours~

Thad: (Blushes profusely)

Uzi: …Yeah, that would be pretty scary.

———

N: (Trying to make small talk) So… How long have you and Thad been together?

J: (Blushes heavily) No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Thad and I are not together. No. No.

N: (Unimpressed) …Really? Sixteen “nos”? Really?

———

V: Why do you look like that?

J: (Laying facedown on the floor) Like what?

V: Like you’re dead.

J: It’s because I’m dying. Leave me here to perish.

(V looks questioningly towards N, who is standing awkwardly off to the side)

N: …She accidentally called Thad “babe” in front of everyone today.

V: (Tries to suppress her laughter)

J: (Sobs into the floor)

———

J: Thad kissed me!

Lizzy: Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!

J: It was unbelievable!

Lizzy: Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!

V: Okay, we want to hear everything. Lizzy, get the crude oil and shut off your phone. J, does this end well or do we need tissues?

J: Oh, it ended very well~

Lizzy: (Walks back into the room, crude oil in hand) Don’t start without me! Do not start without me!

V: Okay, alright let’s hear about the kiss. Was it a soft brush against your lips or was it like a, you know, “I have you now” kind of thing.

J: Well, at first it was really intense, you know? And then, oh God, and then we just sort of sunk into it.

Lizzy: Ohh… So, okay, was he holding you? Or was his hands on your back?

J: (Smiles fondly) First they were on my waist and then they slid up and then they were in my hair.

Lizzy & V: Ohhh.

-Meanwhile-

Thad: And, uh, then I kissed her

Uzi: (Thinks on it) Tongue?

Thad: Yeah.

N: Cool.

———

J: (Wildly shaking N by the shoulders in a panic) WHAT THE FUCK I WAS ARGUING WITH THAD AND I SAID “OOH YOU WANNA KISS ME SO BAD” AND GUESS WHAT? HE DID. HE KISSED ME. WHAT THE FUCK? WHAT DO I DO!?

———

Uzi: Hey, what have you two been up to?

V: We were helping J write her vows, but she kicked us out because Lizzy was making inappropriate suggestions.

Lizzy: How is “Thad, I love your sweet ass” inappropriate?

———

Lizzy: Ah, yes. Here we have a beautiful couple…

N: (Hugging Uzi) I really care about your feelings!

Uzi: (Cupping N’s face in her hands) I really care about YOUR feelings!

Lizzy: (Turning her head) …and then there’s the disaster couple…

J: YOU NEED TO PAY MORE ATTENTION TO ME INSTEAD OF BEING AT THE HOSPITAL!

Thad: I WOULDN’T HAVE TO SPEND SO MUCH TIME AT THE HOSPITAL IF YOU STOPPED INSISTING ON FIGHTING EVERYONE WHO COMES WITHIN A FIVE FOOT RADIUS OF YOU!

———

J: (Threateningly) I’m this close to falling in love with Thad.

N: Uh, your fingertips are touching.

J: (Her eyes narrow) Exactly.

———

Thad: (Laughs) Babe, you had a crush on me? That’s embarrassing-

J: (Flatly) We are literally married.

Thad: (Grinning) Still.

———

Thad: I think I just figured something out. I got to go.

J: Aren’t you forgetting something?

Thad: Uh… oh, right. (Kisses her on the mouth before running out)

J: (Blushing profusely) No, pay your bill! Damn, who raised you?

———

Uzi: Hey, what’s up?

Thad: (Jokingly) The sky.

Uzi: (Annoyed) No, I meant like, what are you doing?

Thad: Oh, J.

Lizzy: (High-fives Thad) Nice.

Uzi: (Rolls her eyes) Ugh…

———

Thad: Your pretty, your smart, and your ignoring me, so obviously your my type.

J: (Looks up from her status report) I’m sorry- what were you saying?

Thad: (Grinning widely) Perfect.

———

J: I’ve been dropping him the most insanely obvious hints for like a year now, and still no response.

Thad: Wow. He sure sounds stupid.

J: (Lightly blushing) But… he’s not. He’s actually really smart, just… dense.

Thad: Maybe you just need to be more obvious? Like, I don’t know… “Hey! I love you!”

J: (Her blush intense and beads of sweat appear on her visor) I- I guess you’re right. Hey Thad, I love you.

Thad: See, just like that!

J: (Frustrated and blushing heavily) Holy fucking shit.

Thad: If that flies over his head, well I’m sorry J, but he’s just too dumb for you.

J: (An “are you serious” look plastered on her face) Thad.

———

J: Just a minute V. I have to take out the trash.

Thad: (Just walked into the room) Oh, we’re going out?

———

[ihareyhis]

Spideys as incorrect quotes

Pavitr: That's ridiculous, Hobie doesn't have a crush on me.

Miles: Yes he does.

Gwen : Yes he does.

Hobie: Yes I do

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Miguel : I have the sharpest memory here - name one time I forgot something!

Hobie: You left me, Gwen, Miles, and Pavitr in a Walmart parking lot at 2am a day ago.

Miguel : I did that on purpose, try again

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Gwen : How is the most beautiful person in the world?

Miles: *blushing* I—

Hobie, butting into the conversation: Pavitr is perfect, thanks for asking

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Peni: What’s it like being tall?

Miles: Is it nice?

Gwen : Can you reach comfortably for the cupboards?

Noir : We live in constant fear of the short ones who, in my experience, will climb four chairs, two boxes, a small coffee table, and six oddly placed stools to get what they want.

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Peter. B, peeling a banana: May I take your jacket, sir? Hahahaha.

Miguel: Do you think other people can’t hear you?

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Miles: Who's in charge here?

Peter. B, shrugging: Usually whoever yells the loudest

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Miguel: *speaking Spanish*

Peter. B: I know, I know.

Gwen: You speak Spanish?

Peter. B: No. I just know the phrase, 'this is all your fault' in every language Miguel speaks.

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Gwen: Peter,  what are you doing?

Peter. B: Making chocolate pudding.

Gwen: It's four in the morning, why are you making chocolate pudding?

Peter. B: Because I've lost control of my life.

Peter. B: Here's your pudding, Miles.

Miles: Oh that's okay, I'm not hungry anymore.

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Miles: Look, I know you think my judgement's clouded because I like Gwen a little bit.

Pavitr, holding Miles's notepad: You doodled your wedding invitation.

Miles: No, that's our joint tombstone.

Pavitr: My mistake.

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Hobie: You've been given a new job to do, but I'm worried it might make you angry.

Pavitr: Just say it quick, like ripping off a band-aid.

Hobie: You have to teach Miles how to drive.

Pavitr: ...put the band-aid back on.

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Pavitr: Is there anyone here who’s actually straight?

Gwen: *raises hand*

Hobie: *puts Gwens hand down*

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Miles: Everyone synchronise your watches.

Pavitr: I don't know how to do that

Gwen: I don't wear a watch.

Hobie: Time is a construct.

[blanche-elizabeth-devereaux]

Embroidery inspired by the ladies of RDR2

Unfortunately I wasn't able to go to Tombstone Redemption this year 💔 but I still wanted to make gifts for each of the actresses on the panel! I picked a quote and an item that I felt represented each of their characters and then created design around it (the abundance of flowers is simply because I enjoy making them lol)

(counterclockwise starting at the bottom right- Tilly, Sadie, Grimshaw, Mary-Beth and Karen)

I know I'm missing a few! I still have ideas for Abigail, Molly & Mary (technically the set isn't complete yet). However, I decided to focus on these characters first, since their actresses were part of the Tombstone lineup. And thank you SO MUCH to @arthur-kilgore for taking everything with them & gifting it on my behalf ♥️

Details & close ups under the cut!

Tilly Jackson: "That's Mrs. Tilly to you"

(please ignore the water patch - it was still drying)

The necklace was her item request in the game, and I loved the contrast her quote showed (& thank you @big-boah for helping me decide ♥️). There was such a great difference between the last time we saw her in chapter 6 and when John finds her again in the epilogue. Her obvious joy is amazing and exactly what Arthur wanted for her.

Karen Jones: "I just want someone to see me"

The bottle represents her struggle with loss & drink, and the quote was spoken in a moment of vulnerability with Sean. This is one of my favorite quotes to come from the entire game, actually. Karen is normally viewed as a determined and tough character, as one of the only women to actively do guard duty, but we briefly saw behind that mask. The reality of her inner struggles, even before Sean's death, was heartbreaking.

Mary-Beth: "Try... try to do the good thing"

The book is obviously to show Mary-Beth's ambitions and eventual career as a novelist. Her optimism always seemed genuine in the face of the gang's terrible circumstances, but not blindly so. Her words to Arthur during the gang's final stages felt like a great representation of her character.

Susan Grimshaw: "My camp, my rules"

The heart is supposed to show how much love she held for the gang, even behind a mask of anger. The entire scene where she forces Arthur to wash is both hilarious and insightful. You can tell it's her form of care - rules equal safety. When she says "my camp" she really means "my family"

Sadie Adler: "I ain't no scullion!"

I wanted something that represented the first spark of fight we saw in her, which, for me, was during her fight with Pearson in chapter 3. She asserts her role in the gang, wielding both experience and determination. The passion, anger and pain in the face of her grief is one of the reasons I love her character so much.

[stuckonmain]

2012 Donnie x reader Incorrect Quotes

Got a request to do a Donnie version of this Raph x reaader post, so here it is lol

Side note, I did this with 2012 Dee in mind, but most versions should work fine.

***

(Y/N): I’ve been dropping them the most insanely obvious hints for like a year now. No response.

Donnie: Wow. They sound stupid.

(Y/N): But they’re not. They’re really smart actually. Just dense.

Donnie: Maybe you need to be more obvious? Like, I don’t know… “Hey! I love you!”

(Y/N): I guess you’re right. Hey Donnie, I love you.

Donnie: See! Just say that!

(Y/N): Holy fucking shit.

Donnie: If that flies over their head then, sorry (Y/N), but they're too dumb for you.

(Y/N): Donnie.

***

(Y/N): Am I right, Donnie?

Donnie: I’m almost certain you’re not, but to be fair, I wasn’t listening.

***

(Y/N): Donnie, you love me, right?

Donnie: Normally I’d say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere I won’t like.

***

Mikey: Ooh, somebody has a cru-ush

Donnie: Pfft, I don’t have a crush on (Y/N) I just think they’re cool, it’s not like I stay up at night thinking about them.

*Later that night*

Donnie, very much awake: Uh oh.

***

Donnie: *pretending to joke* So when are you going to go out with me?

(Y/N): I don't know. When are you going to ask me to?

Later..

Leo: And you just ran away?!

Donnie: I didn't expect them to flirt back!

***

(Y/N): Ugh, crushes are so dumb.

Donnie: I know. Whenever I’m near the person I like I just start acting stupid.

(Y/N): But you’re always acting stupid?

Donnie: ...

Donnie: Yeah, don’t think about that too hard.

***

Donnie: Did (Y/N) just tell me they loved me for the first time?

Leo: Yeah, they did.

Donnie: And did I just do finger guns back?

Leo: Yeah, you did.

***

Donnie: So you're looking for information on this thing, huh? Well, I feel like it must be from far away.

(Y/N): What makes you say that?

Donnie: If it's something even I don't know about, then I'm sure nobody else must have a clue. So it's gotta be from some faraway place. Impeccable reasoning, isn't it?

(Y/N): Donnie... You don't have a clue about this thing, do you?

Donnie: *screams in anger*

***

Donnie: I don't need to go to bed. I'm not tired, I'll be fine.

(Y/N): But, darling, I'll be so lonely without you. Come curl up in my arms so I can feel whole 

again.

Donnie: O-oh. Well. Are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns??

(Y/N): Is it working?

***

Donnie: I’ve never been in a snowball fight before. I don’t know the rules.

(Y/N): What?

Donnie: Is there a point system, or is it to the death?

***

Donnie: There's no way they like me back.

April: (Y/N) would throw themself in front of a moving car for you.

Donnie: (Y/N) would throw themself in front of a moving car for fun.

***

Donnie: Do you want to play 20 Questions?

(Y/N): Sure!

(Y/N): What's your favorite color?

Donnie, laser fucking focused: Triangle. Do you like men?

***

Donnie: Look, I know you think my judgement's clouded because I like (Y/N) a little bit.

April, holding Donnie's notepad: You doodled your wedding invitation.

Donnie: No, that's our joint tombstone.

April: My mistake.

***

April: Is this your plan B?

(Y/N): Technically, this is plan P.

April: Plan P? Is there a plan M?

(Y/N): Yes, but I marry Donnie in plan M.

Donnie: I like plan M.

***

April: How the hell did you crash the car?!

(Y/N): So I was just driving today, right? And my navigation told me to go straight.

(Y/N): I was like "woah, that's homophobic". Instead, I went gay. And, THAT'S when I got into an accident.

April: ...

Donnie, with a proud smile: And THAT'S who I'm in love with, ladies and gentlemen.

***

Donnie: Where are you going?

(Y/N): To get MYSELF a birthday gift cause somebody didn't get me one!

Donnie: I told you I did! It's coming here on Friday!

Mikey, knowing full well that Donnie got (Y/N) an engagement ring: *eating popcorn*

***

Donnie, sweating: (Y/N), there’s something I need to ask you-

(Y/N): Finally! You’re proposing!

Donnie: How’d you know?

(Y/N), gently: Donnie, you’ve dropped the ring five times during dinner.

(Y/N): I even picked it up once.

***

Raph: So, are you two dating now?

Donnie & (Y/N): Yes.

Raph: Why?

Donnie: I happen to find (Y/N) very appealing.

Raph: Yeah, I can understand that. I'm trying to figure out what's wrong with (Y/N).

***

(Y/N): That's ridiculous, Donnie doesn't have a crush on me.

Mikey: Yes they do.

Leo: Yes they do.

Donnie: Yes I do.

***

Donnie: We both look really good tonight.

(Y/N): You know, if you'd just said that I looked good, I would have said, "So do you."

Donnie: I couldn't take that chance.

***

Leo: Do you love Donnie?

(Y/N): Yeah, I do.

Mikey: Leo! I told you I knew it! You owe me 100 bucks!

Leo: We all love Donnie. You should've asked if they were IN love with them.

(Y/N): I thought that was implied.

Leo: ...

Mikey: ...

(Y/N), looking straight at Leo: Congrats Mikey, you just won 100 bucks.

***

Mikey: *sees (Y/N) and Donnie together*

Mikey: They're cute. I would put them on a boat.

Leo: You mean... you ship them?

***

(Y/N), texting: Donnie, will you please go to sleep?

Donnie, texting back: What makes you think you didn’t just wake me up?

(Y/N), yelling from the couch: I CAN HEAR YOU WORKING JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GO THE FUCK TO SLEEP!

(Y/N), texting: Just a hunch :) You goin’ to sleep soon?

Donnie, texting: I’m trying

(Y/N), yelling again: TRY HARDER I HAVE A 5:45 AM MEETING TOMORROW BITCH

(Y/N), texting: Okay, don’t stay up too late or you’ll be cranky :)

***

Donnie: (Y/N) isn’t picking up on my hints.

April: What hints have you given them?

Donnie: Well, I think about them a lot.

Donnie: And sometimes I even think about talking to them.

***

(Y/N): Why is it that I always lose things as soon as I need them?

Donnie: Actually, it's not that you lose things when you need them. You lose them a while before. It's just that you LOOK for things when you need them.

(Y/N): Okay yeah thanks Donnie, that's great but WHERE'S THE FUCKING FIRST AID KIT?

***

(Y/N): How petty can you get?

Donnie: I once edited a Wikipedia article to win an argument I was wrong about.

***

(Y/N): Why are you late?

Donnie: A technical error occurred, causing an unexpectedly long bout of unconsciousness.

(Y/N): Overslept?

Donnie: Overslept.

***

(Y/N): I’m in love with you.

Donnie: We called off the prank war last night at midnight, dork.

(Y/N): I know.

Donnie: Ah. Okay. Um. Cool. Neat. Very cool. Cool. Cool. Coolcoolcool-

[we-re-all-stories-in-the-end]

Re: Destiel easter eggs

I rewatched Tombstone recently and got curious about whether “I’m your huckleberry” was a common phrase at the time.

Turns out it was, meaning “I’m what you’re looking for.”

Now, while I can’t say canonically how much time Cas spent on earth while that phrase was in use, it’s at least plausible that he knew what it meant. That’s the line that stuck with him. That he looked Dean right in the eyes and quoted.

I think this is just one of many times along the way that Cas told Dean how he felt in a way he knew Dean wouldn’t hear or understand, but he couldn’t help himself. He needed to let it out a little bit.

And there are parallels — like Doc, he was there to step in and protect his friend with his life until the very end. So he’s relating to Doc, and has a similar commitment to Dean, the one person who gets him.

Remember, just before he dies, Doc says to Wyatt “you're the only human being in my entire life who ever gave me hope.”

And just before Cas goes to the Empty, he says to Dean “Knowing you has changed me. Because you cared, I cared. I cared about you. I cared about Sam, I cared about Jack... I cared about the whole world because of you.”

Though tbh I’m both cases I consider myself robbed of make-out scenes.

[matan4il]

911 ep 710 first watch reactions

Ha, so Chris is upset, Eddie is distraught and his go to person is Buck, who drops everything else and comes over right away. And not for the first, or second, or third time. Yes, this is exactly how every platonic friendship I've ever had has played out.

The way Buck reads Eddie, knows him so well, that Buck can vocalize the part that Eddie can't say out loud right away... Soul mates.

"What you always do." Married soul mates.

LOL The way Hen and Chim don't even blink when Buck and Eddie show up at the hospital together, like the married couple they are. XD

This group of fire fighters being the best amateur detectives on TV since the Scooby Doo gang will never not be funny. Also, highly implausible, but that just makes it funnier.

"You go to hell!" "You first!" So 911 was having a western kink kinda month, and decided to set up this very likely storyline, just to be able to quote Tombstone? Hmmm.

"This one, we both walk out of." See, 911 is the show where I can roll my eyes 30 times during a storyline, but the climax moment still gets to me with its humaneness. That's the show's power. And the follow up reunion with Bobby! I had no doubt he'd live, but it was still very emotional to walk with Athena down the hospital hallway into his room and get to not only see, but also feel it.

"Bobby is the father I've never had." We know, but it was still nice to hear. "Your father's alive." Oh, Tommy. How little you understand Buck. "So maybe we both have daddy issues." "I don't." "But you think I do." "God, I hope so." lol Is this supposed to be flirting? If so, it's so off the mark for me, the dart ended up in outer space. I mean, Buck obviously has daddy issues, and I guess whoever needed that confirmed can celebrate (I'm sure there will be even more fics digging into this now), but pointing that out in the middle of a date is hardly the sexy move this ep's writer seems to think it is? IDK, I'm obviously a Buddie shipper, I like BuckTommy better than any other r/s Buck's had with a non-Eddie person, I do enjoy it as a part of Buck's journey (and I also generally believe in ship and let ship, even when something isn't my endgame), but even if I was a BuckTommy shipper, IDK that I would have liked that line. Especially when it treads a bit close to the issues I had with the BuckAbby r/s, which the show has never properly addressed. Oh, well. I'm still mostly amused that someone thought this was a great flirty line.

"He's 13, he should have a say!" To be heard? Yes. To have the final say? No. He's 13, not 18. There's a reason why at that age, we don't let kids make decisions for themselves yet. Also, the Diaz parents trying to pretend like the fact that Chris suggested him living with them for a while isn't their secret fantasy come true (or that they have no past where they hurt their son with this idea) is just crude. Also, hinting to Eddie that if he doesn't let Chris run away from his problems, then he'll be just like Ramon, is fucked up.

Also, kinda hilarious that Buck and Eddie's daddy issues are both brought up in the same ep. Sometimes being soul mates means exactly that, getting your partner perfectly because you have the same emotional baggage.

So, Chris is leaving, and the first one to talk to him on screen since the Kim debacle, and since he got the green light to go, is Buck? And Buck's also still there for the actual parting moment? Speaking of actual dads rather than bio ones...

I really liked Eddie just hugging Chris, using no words. There might not be anything he can say to fix this right now, but he still loves his son more than anything, and he can still let Christopher know that. And then when the message didn't get through, even though he's not a words person, Eddie managed to verbalize it. Don't mind me, I'll just be bawling quietly in the corner.

Buck's comforting hand on Eddie's shoulder is the real MVP. <3

I'm glad Mara's back in touch with Hen, Karen and Denny, but this feels a bit like a "deus ex machina" moment, even if it's just to wrap up the season finale, and not the final resolution of this storyline.

Bobby and Amir are actually so similar. They both lost everything, they both were at their lowest, they both chose to help others when they had nothing else left to live for. That handshake was a nice ending to their story, and it did feel more "earned" for not coming quickly or easily.

Ha, that ending. It's a good twist of events as a build up for season 8, it's just interesting because 911 doesn't usually do end of season cliff hangers. I also feel like, knowing the show, I can already predict more or less how it will turn out, so I'm not even feeling that much suspense. But it's not a bad turn of events, so long as it works for most viewers, I suppose. Overall, I enjoyed most of season 7, it feels revitalized, better paced and structured (despite being shorter) than seasons 5 and 6, and I have no doubt everyone will flock back to see how things unfold in season 8. Especially when this season was a nice reminder of everything this show can do right, and why we love these characters and fire family so much.

Thank you for reading! If you’re looking for more, you can find my s7 reactions tag here, and more of my Buddie meta and content in my pinned post. xoxox

[forestdeath1]

what are your thoughts on religion in the wizarding world?

Thank you for the question!!! This is very interesting because I’m a big fan of religions from a cultural view, even though I’m an atheist. So, very religious people might not want to read my answer.

In the books we see wizards celebrating Christmas and Easter. We also see that Sirius is Harry's godfather. Some characters say "Oh God". There is also a Bible quote on the Potter's tombstone and so on. It’s probably no secret that JKR is very religious and this has influenced the text a lot. However, we don’t see direct and obvious references to religion. The characters do not talk about higher powers. Because JKR wanted to put religious meaning quietly, so it would have a stronger influence on people's minds through ideas rather than direct words. For example, she promotes the idea that all dark magic is bad and light magic is good because dark magic is the magic of will and changing the nature of things and by its nature "against God", while light magic is the power of love, and the power of love is "the best power" because it is the power of non-resistance (very Christian). Harry Potter uses light magic, such as Patronus or Expelliarmus, which do not change "the order of things" or work through the power of "love and goodness". I always see how people claim that the main idea of the book is soooo good and kind, but what is so unique about it? It's just regular Christian morality, nothing more, nothing less. If someone hits you on the cheek — turn the other one, that’s it.

As for religion in the books, I think that after the Statute of Secrecy was made, some cultural things stayed, which is why wizards celebrate Christmas and Easter. But I don’t think they believe in God. For me wizards were materialistic because magic is something that affects matter through matter, not something that the ideal influences matter. Even though the books talk about the soul — for me the soul in the books is also materialistic.

But if we talk about the author's idea and the logic of the world-building, here is what is interesting. The creation of Horcruxes in the books is the most terrible act that scares even pure-bloods. That is, tying the soul to a material object and not going up after death is very bad. And where else is this the most terrible act? In Christianity, of course. To "tie" the soul to matter is deeply sinful in Christianity, and Horcruxes are a metaphor for sin because sin is deeply materialistic.

And in the canon, creating a Horcrux is the worst thing. For whom can this be the worst thing? Only for someone who believes that the soul is idealistic and that it should go up. That is, there is a divine idea that the soul, as an idealistic object, should go to heaven/the divine field. That's it! And here again is the problem of JKR's world-building — she doesn’t show that wizards believe in God, but implies a religious concept in the wizards' attitude towards Horcruxes. Creating a Horcrux is the most terrible thing because of this religious principle. Other reasons, such as terrible rituals, are complete bs. If wizards are deeply materialistic, nothing should repel them from the idea of immortality, because in the world of matter, immortality is good, it is the greatest good, haha. I mean, they are willing to kill people, but the creation of a Horcrux literally SCARES them. Immortality is bad only for those who believe in the soul as an ideal object and that true being is beyond the material world. This is a deeply religious principle. That is, according to the logic of the wizards' attitude towards Horcruxes, they MUST believe deeply in God. But at the same time, they remain silent about God throughout all seven books. Genius, right? (No.)

Therefore, if we follow the author's intention, then wizards should believe in some higher power, which is why they should think this way. But there is not a single example in canon where they think about higher powers. So personally, I ignore this, well, I just don’t understand how I can work with this. And for me, it is easier to imagine magic as a purely materialistic thing, just as the soul as a purely materialistic thing.

Another question is that there are also Muggle-borns who definitely come to the wizarding world already believing in God. I think, for example, that Tom Riddle was very religious, and the Bible influenced him a lot. And all his actions were basically anti-divine — an attempt to rebel against God the Father in order to prove to himself that he is actually above Him. So, in Tom Riddle I see such an idea of Satanism, but not in a pop sense, but Satanism as a philosophical principle when you consider yourself no worse than God, when you are your own God. This is very easy to see in Tom Riddle.

Also, I don’t like it when the world of "pure-blood wizards" is depicted as pagan, with celebrations of Yule and Saturnalia instead of Christian holy days. I think that in the world of pure-blood wizards Christianity remained as a cultural phenomenon from the times before the Statute of Secrecy. The witch hunts influenced the decision of wizards to hide from Muggles. Wizards, knowing more about the world and its materialistic nature, could consider Muggles uneducated because of their religious persecutions.

In the end, I see only two options here. Wizards are anti-religious but believe in a higher power, and this correlates more with canon, but I don’t find this very attractive. The second option: wizards are materialistic, and I like this option more because it is simpler. In both cases, I think they would consider Jesus just one of the wizards and would not take the Bible seriously. For them it would be just rewritten nonsense in both cases, but perhaps in the case where wizards believe in God, the Bible would be considered an incomplete and misunderstood text, etc etc.

Any other ideas and comments are welcome.

[ohtobeleah]

#PL1 with Hangman. From the Angst list possibly after an accident of some sort? 19 - “Please don’t leave.”

Warnings: Car accident! Jake Seresin x F!reader. Death of reader insert. Sad boi hour.

Haunted // Jake Seresin

“He still up there?” Rooster asked as he got out of the Bronco, removing his aviators as he strolled over to where Phoenix had been perched up against her own car. She’d called Rooster not too long ago, worried about Jake.

“Yeah–” Phoenix replied solemnly, never once taking her eyes off where Jake sat by your grave. “He just sits there, all day. Doesn't say anything, doesn't cry, doesn't sleep or eat or–” Before Phoenix could finish her sentence, Bradley interrupted, giving her the answer to all her questions in two simple but heavy words. 

“He's grieving–” Bradley and Phoenix stood by the cars they parked in the curbside spots of the carpark at the bottom of the Lakeview memorial cemetery. From the carpark they could see Jake clear as day, sitting by the fresh tombstone that had just been put in after a few months on backorder. Jake needed it to be perfect, he spared no expense in making sure it was exactly the way you would have wanted it. Not that you ever really specified what you wanted in a tombstone, but Jake knew. He knew you wouldn't have wanted anything extravagant or in your face. He knew you wouldn't want some sappy quote that wasn't what best reflected you while you were living. No.

Jake knew you would want something simple and elegant. So that's what you got. As he sat by your grave picking at the blade of grass that looked too long, absentmindedly twirling his wedding band around on his left ring finger, Jake thought about how it should have been him. It should have been him driving that night, not you. But it was you and Jake didn't understand why it had to be you. He didn't understand why he had to live the rest of his life with you not by his side. 

“He needs help, Rooster–more than we can give him.” Phoenix sighed as she crossed her arms over her chest, she'd been on Hangman watch for the better half of the day. “I really think he needs to talk to someone, a grief counselor or someone.” Deep down Bradley agreed, but he knew talking to a counselor was the last thing he wanted to do when his mother died. 

“He passed his psych eval before returning to work.” Rooster replied as he watched Jake stand from his spot next to your grave, picking up the wilted flowers he’d replaced with new ones as he did so. “He lost his wife Nix, you don't just bounce back from that.” Rooster placed his hand into the front pockets of his jeans, shrugging as he did so with a prolonged exhale. “I don't think you bounce back from that ever, you just learn to exist.” Bradley paused for a moment, he wasn't sure if he should say what he wanted to next. “Pretty sure that's what my mum did.” 

Jake was exhausted. Emotionally, physically, hell even spiritually. He was burnt out and running on empty. As he looked down at your name carved into the stone, Y/n Seresin, he swore he heard your laugh in the wind that blew around him. His mother would say it was but Jake didn't believe any God could be so cruel to take you away from him. He needed you, why the fuck did they take you away from him. 

“Happy Birthday beautiful, I gotta go, but I'll uh–I'll be back soon.” Jake sighed as he tapped the top of your tombstone with his knuckles, something he always did whenever he came to see you and always did just as he was leaving. “I love you.” He missed hearing a response to that, he’d give anything just to hear he was loved by you one final time. 

“He’s coming.” Phoenix pushed off her car. “You wanna take him or should I?” She asked as she turned to Rooster, taking her eyes off Jake for two seconds. But that was enough time for his grief to overcome his exhausted body. With each step Jake took away from you he grew weaker and weaker. Jake fell to his knees as he lost view of the world around him, Rooster didn't say a single word as he pushed off Phoenix’s car and booked it over to his best friend. 

“Hey man, you good?” Rooster cried out as he jogged up the small incline towards where Jake kneeled on the ground, noticing how Jake had never looked more broken. “Fuck” Bradley sighed to himself as he made his way over. Knowing that the events of the day Jake lost you would be playing through his mind on a loop ever since you left so unexpectedly. 

Six months earlier ~ The Hard Deck, October 31st. 

“Okay Mr Salt—“ You beamed as you rubbed your husbands back gently in small circular motions. “Let’s get you home yeah?” You had been celebrating at the Hard Deck, Halloween was and always had been one of your favorite times of the year. September 1st always brought about the decorations you meticulously decorated the house in each and every year. September 1st to October 31st saw the Seresin household dressed to the nines with fall themed decorations and filled with pumpkins spiced scented candles. Did Jake like halloween as much as you did? No–but he went along with it every year just to see you smile. He loved you too much to stop you from fishing out the old, nearly decrepit decoration box that had ‘Seasonal House Attire’ scribbled on one of the flaps out from the attic. 

He did make it a note to remind you how much of a dork you were though. But to Jake Seresin, calling his wife a huge Dork was just another loving term of endearment. 

“Yeah—“ Jake grinned through a small hiccup. “Yeah let’s get me home, lead the way Mrs Pepper.” You and Jake had gone dressed as Salt & Pepper shakers to the annual Hard Deck costume party. “I'll drive.” 

“Oh, no!” You chucked as Jake slung his arm around your shoulders. “You are in no condition to drive–” The original plan had been one or two drinks each, you'd have a big meal, water between drinks and you'd both be able to scissors paper rock to see who ended up driving home. But as the night progressed—Jake had fallen down the rabbit hole of drink for drink and shot for shot with none other than Bradley Bradshaw. “I’ll drive, here—give me the keys.”

Without so much as a second of hesitation, Jake handed you the keys after he’d fished them out from his back pocket. In Jake’s mind that moment plays out in slow motion, a decision that sealed your very fate. When Jake altered the course of what should have been his untimely demise by drinking a little more than he should have, he unknowingly unleashed death’s fatal trajectory on you, his loving and beautiful wife. 

When Jake thought back to this moment? He swears he dangles his keys above your open and awaiting hand for at least five agonising seconds. Then, the very moment that confirmed your destiny strikes.

Jake dropped the set of car keys into your palm. 

“Thank you.” You cooed, reaching up to place a quick peck against your husband’s cheek. “Looks like you get to be the passenger problem once again.” 

“Ah, I prefer passenger princess, thank you—“ Jake snickered as you walked over towards the front doors of the Hard Deck. “Good night everyone!” Jake turned momentarily. “We’re heading off—“

“Seeya guys!” Fanboy replied first as he waved in his Larry the Lobster costume. 

“Oh but the night is still so young?” Rooster sighed as he realised he was losing his drinking buddy. “Y/n, come on just one more round?” Bradley didn’t know it at the time but this would be the last time he ever saw you alive. None of the Daggers, Jake's friends, his found family and colleagues knew it. None of them knew that your doomsday clock had run out. 

“We’ve got a flight booked for Texas tomorrow, gotta be up early, Rooster.” You explained although he already knew. “We gotta get going.” 

“Alright alright—“ Rooster groaned childishly, understanding that he’d just have to go with the flow. “Go on, get outta here.” 

“I’ll text the group just before we take off!” Jake added as he walked with you outside into the chill of the fall night. Not knowing that in just a few short minutes his entire life would be turned upside down. 

***~***~***~***~***~

“Okay okay but what if it’s not you?” Jake sighed and his fingers intertwined with yours over the centre console. “Like it could very well be me?” 

“Uh, with your genetics my dear I find that incredibly hard to believe.” You and Jake had been trying to start a family for a while now. Nothing seemed to be working, all the tracking, all the phases, all the old wives tail tricks and tips you’d both been abiding by god's law. None of it seemed to be working. “When we get back from your mum's place we should probably see a fertility specialist, just to be sure we’re doing everything we can.” 

“Yeah—Alright.” Jake turned to look at you as he smiled softly and brought the palm of your hand up to his lips. “You’re always full of good ideas aren’t you.” 

“Maybe we should have gone as brains and brawn instead of salt and pepper?” You chuckled softly as you turned your attention back to the road, you’d only briefly turned your head away from the road ahead for a few seconds to look at Jake. 

“Babe!” Jake gasped as he let go of your hand, allowing you to grip the steering wheel with both hands. “Deer! Fuck!” Jake shouted as you over-corrected to miss the deer that had run across the road in the dead of night—it must have been spooked by your headlights. 

“Jake!” You screamed as you spun out, you tried to fix your mistake by slamming your foot on the break but if anything that just made the situation worse. “Oh my god oh my god!!” You could hear the sound of your tires screeching before the car left the opposite side of the road you were meant to be on and began to roll down the embankment beside the road. Not once, not twice, not three times—the car you and your husband had been travelling home in had rolled four separate times. Glass shattered under the pressure as aluminium twisted and crumbled in something that mimicked a paper ball. Until eventually everything went quiet as you landed upside down. 

Unconscious and bleeding. Your knees had been shoved up under the steering wheel column—slicing down to the bone. The seatbelt that had meant to protect you crushed your ribs and punctured a lung. The airbag that had deployed to stop you from hitting your face against the steering wheel had broken your nose and jaw on impact. Everything hurt, everything—

“Jake—I—“

Until it didn’t. 

“I’m here.” Jake was lucky or unlucky enough to remain conscious the entire accident until the car came to a halt upside down. “We’re okay—“ Battered, bloodied and bruised Jake gasped as he tried to make sense of what the fuck had just happened. 

“Baby?” Jake called out softly, Turning his head to see that you just hung there, limp and bleeding in a mess of the deployed airbag. “Baby you with me?” Again, you didn’t respond and Jake could feel himself panicking. “Oh god please don’t leave me—“ He begged. “Don’t take her away from me!” He cried out as he struggled to unclip his seatbelt. Falling to the roof of the car that was now the floor in a heap as he hissed and groaned from the glass that tore shreds into his arms face. “Fuck—Y/n, I’m here I’m here baby you’re okay aren’t you honey?” Again Jake was met with no response as he felt tears streaming down his cheeks. “Oh god, oh god this is NOT happening.” In an attempt to free you, Jake tried to reach up and unclip your seatbelt. 

But it didn’t budge—not in the slightest bit. 

“Oh god baby come on, you’re alright? Wake up for me honey come on? COME ON!?” But you just weren’t answering. You weren’t breathing. Jake tried to guide the hair out of the bloodstream that dripped down your forehead to your cheek but the gravity of being trapped upside down just made it fall straight back. “I love you so much, please don’t leave.” 

“Baby, there’s help coming—“ Jake begged you to stay, he begged you not to leave him, he tried his best to get out of that damn car but you were stuck in there good. So Jake just waited. He waited and waited and held your hand as he sobered up and remembered he was the one who gave you the keys, knowing that if he had been driving it would have been him. “You gotta hang in there just a little longer so the medics can get you out.” 

But you were already gone. 

“Jake!” Bradley shouted as he raced down the embankment he’d gotten a taxi with Bob and begged the guy to pull over as they went past red and blue flashing lights in what felt like snow motion—noticing the sandy blonde aviators crumbled car down in the ditch. “Jake! Oh my god are you alright?” Bradley couldn’t believe his eyes when he crouched down to look in the car that still remained upside down. The medics hadn’t even finished grabbing their gear from the ambulance yet, that’s just how fast Rooster had run. 

“I’m good, I’m fine—it’s Y/n, she’s trapped man, I can't get her out.” Jake shook his head as he sniffled hard, still holding your hand. 

Bradley knew just by the first glance that you were gone. There was not a more sobering sight. 

“Okay, okay we’re gonna get her outta there.” He placed a hand on Jake’s shoulder. “Gotta get you out first though.”

“I’m not leaving my wife in this car Bradshaw—“ Jake hissed. “I can’t.” 

“I really don’t think the medics are gonna give you a choice.” 

***~***~***~***~***~**~**

“I miss her so much—“ Jake cried out as Bradley made it over to where Jake kneeled on the grass. “So much Rooster.” 

“I know you do.” Bradley still to this day had no words that could bring Jake comfort or bring you back, but he was there for his best friend no matter what. “I got you man, I got you.”

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Leah’s 4K Celebration 🎊

[neoputo]

adam is... DEAD?!?!

finally rewatching good omens s2 and this might've already been discussed but i haven't read anything abt it and ahh okay

so i was (re)watching s2e1 and everything was fun and games until i decided to pause every now and then during the intro to see if i could spot some details or clues or whatever. and DAMN there's a lot. some i understand, some i don't, and some i think are either symbolic to smth that happens OR a vague maybe not so vague anticipation of what's coming up on s3 (manifesting the shit out of it bc i NEED IT SO BAD).

anyway, at the beginning of the intro animation there's this scene where crowley and aziraphale (among other characters) are walking through a graveyard. this ofc is a reference to the minisode they help the girls in the graveyard & the whole "not dying enuff dying" etc scene (i don't remember the name of it nor the year but y'know what i'm talkin bout). anyway, that's not the point. the point is that in that moment of the intro, you can see some tombstones AND some of them have things written on em. for instance, one of them says "everyday" (y'know the name of beelzebub and gabriel's song) and another "jane austen" (aziraphale and the whole "having a ball jane austen style is peak romance" thing) which are interesting clues of what's coming, but having watched the season already wasn't that big of a revelation to me.

however, there's also some tombstones that i don't understand, like one that says "peter paintball" (crowley's voice do we know a peter paintball?).

okay but that's not all! there's also one that talks abt beelzebub's change of appearance ("here lies the former shell of beelzebub") AND next to that one there's one that says "here lies ADAM / "i do not understand, surely your very existence requires the ending of the world. it is written" (quote from s1 or at least it's in the book idk)

BRO WHAT ???? ADAM'S DEAD??????? like ik he and the other kids don't appear in s2, but neither does anathema or newton or shadwell or madam tracey (her actress does, but the character doesn't). and like idk but reading that shocked me bc like... adam served no purpose anymore so he died?? all this time i thought he was like,, the same kid but without his powers or wtv.. but die? never thought of that. and it drives me insane and i needed to get it out of my system. so yeah, tumblr post.

bonus: i cant fucking figure out what's written on it. if anyone knows what it says.. help !!

all i can read is smth along the lines of "... early to ..." but idk. tried to play with contrasts and brightness but it didn't help much.

anyway, pls don't let me go nuts alone and say smth !!!

also this is only a small fraction of s2e1 INTRO. like,, there's a lot to unpack here.

[deltaruinedcoco37]

SMG4 Incorrect Quotes from my laggy tablet

Three: Yesterday, I heard Meggy ask “are you sure this is a good idea?” and Mario saying “just trust me"

Three: I have never moved so quickly from one room to another.

~~~

Three: Look, I know you think my judgement's clouded because I like SMG4 a little bit.

Saiko, holding SMG3's notepad: ...You doodled your wedding invitations.

Three: No, that's our joint tombstone.

Saiko: My mistake.

~~~

Meggy: What can therapy do for me that screaming in my car for 30 minutes can’t?

~~~

Four: Gatekeep, girlboss, and what's the other one again?

Mario: There isn't another one. You're crazy...

~~~

Tari: My friends say I'm the most charismatic out of the group.

Boopkins: Well, you always have a smile on your face.

Tari: Thank you!

Bob:

Bob: What drugs do you take?

~~~

Boopkins: Did you invite SMG3 to come with us to brunch?

Four: Hey, this is my "Be nice to SMG3 day", okay?

Saiko: More like your "Be gay for SMG3 day"...

Meggy: Yeah SMG4, every day this week has been your "Be nice to SMG3 day".

Four: Yeah, especially today, though. Anyway, how's construction on the extra room in our house for Thr- I mean, the second guest room going?

[aujbabeyy]

i'm crying over the detail that was put into the mage tower in the underdark.

it's an absolutely tragic love story.

lenore de hurst is a cleric of mystra living in the mage tower. before you ascend to the roof, you can find and read four important books and papers. two, the threadbare book and the roads to darkness, are plays (rather, excerpts from plays). the other two are poems, one on a 'torn-out paper' and the other on a 'patched parchment'. quotes from these works earn you items or actions when you respond to bernard correctly with them.

based on the somber themes of the written works you encounter in the tower and how bernard responds to you (healing potion, a hug, "remember: you are loved, lenore. so much. you're doing great. and everyone will be so proud of you, as i already am.") you'll likely realize that lenore is... pretty lonely. two letters give more context to lenore's loneliness: the letter from amarith, found near some of the other works, and the letter to yrre, found outside the tower near the first arcane cannon.

the letter from amarith reveals that lenore's dog, myrna, passed away. after the death of her dog, lenore attempted to tame befriend a bulette (yes, the one you can use 'speak with animals' to talk with from the deep hole by the myconid colony). very "i'm lonely" behavior if you ask me. the letter to yrre reveals that lenore was, at one point, not alone in the tower, that her and her partner (yrre) split up for some reason, and that she wants to reconcile. I'm assuming that yrre left lenore some time (weeks? months? a year?) before myrna passed and that lenore wrote her letter to yrre some months (a year, maybe?) afterwards. i'm not sure which time-frame would make this story less tragic, but whichever it is... i hope it's that one.

also this... this is fucking sad, man. more magic was used than necessary to create this tombstone, out of nothing but sheer love for the creature buried there. oh my god my heart hurts.

the last bit about lenore that makes me want to sob: lenore and yrre, most likely, would have reconciled. yrre wrote back on the letter written for them to say that they waited, that they would always wait, and that lenore didn't come. the diary entry found in the basement of the mage tower indicates that lenore fully intended to return. lenore meant to come back to her research, to come back in hopes yrre would be there waiting for her, but something happened to her.

what happened?

one theory could be that the sussur flower and lenore's use of it was seen as a threat to mystra (it's noted in lenore's treatise that even those unattuned to the weave feel the anti-magic effect of the sussur flower) and she was punished for it. these events would have occurred nearly a decade before the events of bg3 (as noted in the diary). within the last year of game-time, mystra punished her chosen for attempting to reunite her with what he thought was part of her weave, lost to karsus' folly–without even telling him the orb's truthful origins. it would not be out-of-character for mystra to have punished a follower of hers for researching something that threatens her power. none of this is for sure, though, it's just a theory a game theory.

i honestly have no idea what happened to lenore and it pains my heart to not know. and what about yrre? they return to the tower to reconcile with their ex, only to find a note asking them to wait for her, that she'll be home soon. she never returns. where did yrre go? what did they do afterwards? i haven't finished the game yet but i really hope i end up finding some more lore on these two in act 3.