#nothing happened except talking

[fiction-worlds]

....why was the lotus casino scene so DULL

[tvckerwash]

I like to think that during pfl (using his s9 characterization, not s10) wash is the guy you go to when you want to know something (ah la a line in the fall of reach novel I believe where chief says the enlisted personnel always seem to know stuff bc wash is clearly enlisted).

he's in a position where he's privy to information from the higher-ups, and he's friendly enough with the lower rungs that he knows the gossip going around. as a bonus though, wash ain't no narc, so if you want that information you need to offer him something of equivalent exchange (consequently fueling the 'guy who knows things' thing). for example, north had to tell him about using equipment in the field in order to get him to tell him what his meeting with internals was about.

wash isn't the only guy who knows things, of course, but he's the guy who has the widest base of general knowledge. ct is also someone who knows things, but she's a lot more specific, and what she lacks in scale she more than makes up for with how in-depth her knowledge is. wash is where you learn about something from, ct is where you get all the juicy details (to the point of it almost being tmi). she also has an equivalent exchange policy, but people tend to be a bit more reluctant to get information from her because of what her knowledge is (and the borderline 'insane conspiracy theorist' energy doesn't help either).

florida? well...you don't wanna know what he knows. the cost is simply too high.

[arosebyan0thername]

If there are a million Reeve Carney as Orpheus fans in the world, I am one of them. If there are only two Reeve Carney as Orpheus fans in the world, I am one of them (Eva Noblezada is the other). If there are no Reeve Carney as Orpheus fans in the world, Eva Noblezada and I are dead 😔

[moonchild-in-blue]

Random thought I had last night. Genuinely think they're both equally outlandish - which is just ridiculous in itself if you think about it.

[periwinkle-warden]

We all talk about how inquisition toned down the previous games ability to be chantry critical and all that, but can I bring up how inquisition minimized how dangerous the darkspawn are?

Those planks of wood or a single boulder over the hole aren't gonna do shit to keep em down. These things dig like a colony of ants. Two games ago we were told a gate made of multiple sealed steel doors would only keep em back for a decade at best.

But then again this game has absolutely zero stakes so why not.

[hella1975]

so there's a reason my new job got back to me so quickly about my application and that's bc it's an absolute fucking shambles like actually perfect timing for me to decide to rewatch the bear bc i have never more felt like ive been thrown into a broke on-its-knees establishment trying to crawl its way up the ladder where i am somehow a godsend to them. my old job was crazy and shambolic in the sense that the industry is just Like That but this one?????? insanity. every 5 mins i am questioning what im doing with my life. ive already had a walk-in fridge moment

[smeddiemunson]

November 3rd 1984.

It wouldn’t be long before Steve was graduated and didn’t have to drag himself out of the house to do something that felt more and more pointless everyday. He knew he wasn’t going to collage. Despite what Nancy said about his essays being a good start and his parents pushing him to apply to places he knew they could make sizeable, anonymous donations to, Steve knew it was completely hopeless.

Finishing high school, getting his diploma was a case of dotting an I and crossing some T’s. It was something he had to do so he could move on with his life, and it would be simple. Something so easy he wouldn’t need to stand in front of the house phone, convincing himself that calling Nancy for help was a stupid thing to do, only to do it anyway and still feel completely an utterly crushed when Mrs Wheeler told him Nancy was doing something with Jonathan.

Easy. Simple.

All he had to do was keep his head down.

At lunch he sat by himself, shaking his head slightly— but not too much to cause any more throbbing— so his hair fell over his face in just the right way to obscure his more bruised eye as he started down at his lunch tray. A green apple, some weird looking lunch meat and potato concoction, and a cartoon of orange juice stared back at him.

The cafeteria was always loud, always bordering on overwhelming, but today it threatened to swallow him whole. He couldn’t focus on getting his hands to unclench so he was able to eat his food. The noises were just too loud.

Not for the first time that day, Steve started mentally counting down the minutes until he could retreat to his cold, empty, quiet house. Being alone didn’t quite fix the coiling dread in his stomach, but it did let him calm enough to get his thoughts in order. He could walkie Dustin to check in on the kids, and with the correctly placed questions, he could check in on Nancy and Jonathan too.

Only when he knew all of them were okay, knew all of them were safe could he let himself relax.

An arm settled over his shoulder. He flinched away on instinct, barely managing to keep himself seated and not reaching for a bat full of nails that didn’t exist.

“Sorry, man,” the person responsible for the reaction soothed quickly. The arm left his shoulders as quickly as it appeared. “You’re good, it’s just me.”

Steve pulled his eyes away from the table to stare at the man next to him.

Dark brown eyes a colour so deep that they couldn’t be anything but earnest stared back.

“Munson,” Steve grunted. “What do you want?”

Instantly on the defensive.

He didn’t know how to play the role any more, how to puff up his chest and sniff his nose in a way that would get people like Eddie Munson to roll their eyes and back off from him. So he didn’t try to mask the way he could barely see out of his left eyes, and he didn’t try to hide the obvious scabbing on his knuckles.

If he couldn’t scare people away with the King Steve mask, then the monster he’d been covering up all along would have to do.

But Eddie didn’t scare easily.

“Saw you were alone, figured you might want to some company.” Eddie shrugged and twisted his body so he could straddle the bench to face Steve.

Eddie didn’t seem to know what personal space meant. The knee he had under the table pressed into Steve’s thigh, just above his knee and the other Steve could feel the heat from at his lower back. His left hand was splayed against the bench, holding him up as he leant closer into Steve’s space, and the fingers of his right hand drummed an idle tune into the plastic coating the wood of the table.

“And perhaps I have a proposition for you,” Eddie said slyly.

Steve just raised his eyebrows. He couldn’t imagine what proposition Eddie Munson had for him. His fall from high school Grace had been well documented, told to anyone and everyone that was willing to listen to Tommy H or Carol gossip for longer than the two minutes fourteen seconds that had been Steve’s record.

Eddie’s smile was dazzling, in a word, when he realised he wasn’t going to be punched in the gut for trying to talk to previous high school celebrity. He somehow shifted closer. His breath smelt like pretzels and cigarettes, and in fell hot against Steve’s cheeks.

“If your commitment to seeing King Steve being dethroned is as staunch as I believe it may be, I say you need allies.”

Steve scoffed. “Why would I need allies?”

“Because high school sucks without them.” Eddie sounded honest.

From the times that Steve had listened to him talk before, he knew that he never sounded unhonest. He was terrifyingly authentic in every moment of his life; from the words he said to the clothes he wore, everything was one hundred percent honest.

And if anyone were going to be honest about high school, why wouldn’t it be Eddie?

This was his second go around at being a high school senior and if the rumours were to be believed, he was already on track for a third try. Which Steve thought was an insane rumour to spread before the Christmas break, he didn’t think anyone could be that bad at school.

“So what’s this proposition then?” Steve asked.

Eddie wasn’t wrong. High school did suck and he did need allies. But he didn’t need allies because high school sucked, he needed them because he always felt as if something was going to pull his ankles out from behind and drag him away to the pumpkin patch and the hole in the ground where he swore he saw his life flash before his eyes.

“Join Hellfire,” Eddie declared proudly.

Steve struggled not to laugh in his face.

He obviously didn’t do such a great job because Eddie’s earnest eyes clouded over with annoyance.

“No, no, sorry,” Steve was quick to explain. “It’s just funny because, this kid I know, babysit really, keeps trying to convince me to play the Dungeons and Dorks game. I wasn’t expecting you to say that.”

Something complicated passed over Eddie’s face that Steve, even with his usual ability to read social cues, couldn’t decipher.

“You know what Hellfire is?”

Steve snorted. “You’re not exactly quiet when you give those lunch table sermons you know, Munson.”

Eddie ducked his head slightly, his cheeks colouring a light shade of pink, as he chuckled. “I didn’t think anyone listened to those,” he confessed. “I mostly just do them to get my sheep to laugh.”

He nodded his head backwards towards the other end of the table.

Steve peered around his shoulder to see a group of four other kids, all dressed in a similar style to Eddie, staring open mouthed at him. It was only then that Steve realised that he managed to sit himself at the unoccupied end of the freaks table, and it really felt so fitting for the moment.

“Your sheep are staring,” Steve informed Eddie. He felt the small curve to the corners of his lips.

Eddie sighed dramatically. “They’re still early in their training, Harrington. Give me until Christmas and they’ll be lining up for their wool to be sheered without so much as a bleet.”

That did make Steve laugh. Not much, but enough of a chuckle that he actually made a noise with his mouth instead of his nose as he had been in the conversation thus far.

Which Eddie seemed to take as a monumental win. “So? Hellfire?”

Steve rolled his eyes, “Why?”

“Can I level with you?”

Steve nodded because he wasn’t sure he knew how to say no to Eddie in this moment, and saying no would have defeated him asking why in the first place.

“Being town pariah is tough. But, and I speak from personal experience here, it’s way easier to deal with when you’re not alone.”

Steve thought about going home to his cold, empty, quiet house. He thought about Nancy breaking up with him. He thought about how his only real friends isn’t he world right now were a bunch of twelve (thirteen?) year olds.

“I’ll think about it,” Steve said, and he meant it. He wasn’t sure he was ready for it, wasn’t sure if he could deal with the burden of being a nerd just because he was desperate for human contact. He didn’t even know how to play Dice and Dragons.

Eddie dazzled him with a smile again. “You know where to find me.”

Steve nodded.

Eddie migrated back to the other end of the table, holding court again with the rapt attention of four lost sheep, all clambering over themselves to ask about the peace treaty he’d offered to the foreign ruler.

Steve raised his cartoon of orange juice to Eddie as a toast.

He would think about it, but decided that Dustin could never know.

[live-from-new-york-its]

screaming, crying, throwing up, because that is the most will campos way to end a character arc… just still kind of tragic, and also kind of vague… like that man could never in his life have given us just a happy oakworthy ending. it’s not in his DNA.

[longagoitwastuesday]

I have learnt things about Geto that I wish I could unlearn

[fantabulisticity]

The new Kesha album Gag Order ABSOLUTELY FUCKS!!!!!!!!!!!!! I've been listening to it on repeat the last several days. It's intense and heartbreaking and chaotic and disturbing and wistful and motivating. Listen to it when you have emotional space for it, but definitely listen to it.

[crazysodomite]

Social media is kinda twisted and it's scary to realize how it warps everything around it

[vv-ispy]

If decarabian was a gamer he would have the most decked out setup imaginable. 2000+ dollar custom keyboard where nearly everything but the internal components are made of solid gold. Top-of-the-line pc entirely encased in various ornately decorated gemstones. He would have at least five monitors (bonus points if they also double as surveillance monitors.) His gaming chair would in fact be a literal throne. At times he thinks that video game logic must surely apply to real life mortal human logic as well and vastly overestimates how durable most humans are.

Someone save her

[twig-gy]

reblog if you forget every day that isn't the present and it all becomes a blur and you only remember the big important things and time becomes nothing to you and if anyone asked you anything about any day you would just be like. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[waywardsalt]

bc its been bouncing around in my head i think another little tiny grievance i had with totk is that i got to the end and just felt a sense of ‘well what the hell was that all for then’

[redvelvetwishtree]

Lmao you guys cannot "antisemitism" your way out of this anymore, that's old tactics which don't work anymore.

Can you also prepare a word for what's happening in Palestine? It's so enraging I can't put into words my anger and upset anymore.

[hungnitan]

I'm pretty suprise with 4.7 database, hoyo decided to sailing Sethos x Wanderer (additionaly HaiKaveh become more closer) and how heartwarming Sigewinne character story could be...