#say whatever the hell you will about this game

[honeyedmiller]

Midnight Showing

joel miller x f!reader

rating: none

synopsis: you take joel to his first ever midnight movie premiere.

word count: 783

warnings: no outbreak!joel, spoilers for a thirteen year old movie, brief descriptions of a gory (?) scene, fluff. no use of y/n.

a/n: this is my submission for @yxtkiwiyxt ’s never have I ever writing challenge. I got “never have I ever been to a midnight movie premiere” for Joel as the prompt <3

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NOVEMBER 12, 2012

“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this,” Joel grumbles.

You just look back at him and give him a heart-stopping grin, tugging him by his hand intertwined with yours as you walk down the sidewalk toward the movie theater.

Through a silly drunken game of never have I ever a few nights back, you found out that Joel had never been to a midnight movie premiere.

So, naturally, you convince him to join you to see the most anticipated movie of the year: the Twilight saga, Breaking Dawn part two.

You tried to explain the lore of the whole series to Joel while he drove you both to the theater, but to his dismay, he could barely keep up.

You stand in line and to Joel’s surprise, there’s a lot more couples here than he anticipated. He thought it would be a bunch of teenage girls with ‘Team Edward’ or ‘Team Jacob’ on their shirts.

Instead, he found groups of friends excited about the movie, and men looking a little distraught that they’re forced to watch this ‘girlish’ movie with their significant others.

He takes one look at you and his heart cracks open and melts to a puddle on the floor. You’re giddy, and he loves to see you so happy, so going to see this with you is without a doubt in his mind one hundred percent worth it.

Anything to make his girl happy.

You get your tickets and head to the concession counter inside, getting a large popcorn and a couple of boxes of candy with a large cherry icee to share.

You take your seats and cozy up next to Joel, and his curiosity is suddenly piqued.

“So are you team Eddie or team Jason… whatever their names are?”

You laugh at his question and misstatement of their names, but a smirk tugs at your lips as you meet his curious gaze.

“I’m team Charlie and team Carlisle.”

The girl beside you nods vigorously.

“Hell yeah. Amen to that,” she says, and you both share a fit of giggles.

The cogs in Joel’s head are turning, and he’s wracking his brain trying to remember who the hell they are.

He’s about to ask you, but the lights dim and the previews start rolling. Guess he’ll have to find out in a bit.

You can’t help but look over at Joel in the midst of the movie, only to find that he’s just as invested in this as you are. You roll your lips into your mouth to stifle a laugh and turn your head back to the screen.

Then the fight scene comes on. The whole theater is invested with what Alice is trying to show Aro to prove Renesmee’s condition and that the Cullens didn’t commit a crime.

The whole theater is in a frenzy the next minute later when Aro is holding Carlisle’s decapitated head in his hand, and all hell breaks loose on screen.

“That didn’t happen in the book!” Someone shouts.

“What the fuck?!” Another person says, confusion clear as day in their tone.

So many different reactions and horrified gasps are heard throughout the theater, and the thrill of experiencing this with everyone else is unexplainable.

“Holy shit,” you hear Joel say, and you turn to look at him with a stunned expression. Popcorn and candy forgotten, he’s leaning forward in his seat with a concentrated expression, and you watch the fight ensue until Aro’s head is ripped off and burned.

Then everything warps back to Alice proving Bella and Edward’s innocence to Aro, with everyone standing completely still.

Everyone goes nuts in the theater, energy ramped up to a ten as they try to grasp what the hell just happened.

Talk about a fucking insane plot twist.

The rest of the movie plays out, and it’s after two in the morning when everyone leaves the theater completely satiated by how the series ended—heartfelt and bittersweet.

Joel’s arm is wrapped around your shoulder as you two exit the building to walk back to his truck, and you lace your fingers with his.

“Sooo what did you think? How was your first ever midnight movie premiere?”

You see the smile that tugs at the corner of his lips.

“Eh, it was cool. Whatever,” he shrugs, acting nonchalant.

You burst out in laughter, knowing he’s completely full of shit right now and he totally enjoyed himself.

You get to his truck and he opens the passenger door for you, kissing your temple before you climb in.

He pauses before he closes your door with a smug smirk playing at his lips.

“By the way, I’m way better looking than Charlie or Carlisle.”

-

hope you enjoyed <3

[3liza]

the twisted metal show is just getting progressively goofier and funnier and I can't emphasize enough how refreshing that is, even though it's missing a lot of the same stuff I was complaining about missing with fallout. a good attitude can excuse a litany of sins tbh!!! it's correctly on tone with the source material (which is dumb as hell) and not stuck up its own ass and not trying to adopt any more elevated message than "Orange County is full of psychopaths" which is something we can all get behind tbh

they are clearly aiming for a thunderdome or escape from LA tone and getting, generously, almost as close as they can without thunderdome production budget. once again the wardrobe is really lacking, which always bugs me when wardrobe is so easy to do on no budget if you just hire the right creatives. i don't want to watch serious or irony poisoned post apocalyptic shit anymore, I'm fed up. whanging that horseshoe as close as you can get to "mad max" and falling short is preferable to whatever smug tech conference bullshit was going on in fallout.

I'm not saying it's good but it is fun. I'm especially enjoying how the stupid action movie dialog is getting progressively more self aware, but not in an annoyingly ironic way. they are getting comfortable with letting their writers and actors softshoe a little bit and we're starting to get Simpsons-style crowd bits like the protagonists encountering some poor bastard strung up by one of the wasteland gangs and remarking that "maybe he deserved it" and the extra groans and raspily retorts "I didn't!", which got a genuine laugh out of me because they didn't linger on it and let it get stale.

i wish they had pushed this a lot father in terms of making it more late 90s grimdark gargoyle shit like the games, but that stuff is expensive and I think they spent all their money on actual vehicles (which I respect) and didn't have a lot left over for costumes and set dressing

what's most surprising about this entire production is how laser targeted it is at people born between 1980 and 1988, which cannot be a significant television viewership in the larger picture. there is almost zero effort to make this relatable to anyone outside 40 year old Oregon Trail millennials. the soundtrack is so fucking funny

special mention to casting a bunch of actual 40 year old women and letting them look haggard and dirty and wrinkled for once

really Sweet Tooth is the biggest disappointment. i understand he's the franchise figurehead but they fumbled it imo. i don't think will arnett is the right casting. idk if sweet tooth should even talk or be human tbh, I kind of always saw him more as a sort of ogre or avatar than just a normal human psycho killer, and having him onscreen so much from the beginning was probably network mandated but really spoiled the biggest narrative tension for franchise fans they could have saved up to cash in on a good reveal later. oh well. alternately I think leaning into it being JUST will arnett in a clown mask would have been funnier than trying to split the difference with dubbing arnett over a more physically powerful Joe Samoa playing the body

[wbbpls]

Platonic Plus One? (Chapter 1)

For purposes of the story line I made people up but our Uconn girlies will still make appearances!

———————

Chapter 1

Paige and Azzi became best friends instantly. They met during USA basketball in high school and have been inseparable ever since. They easily mixed their friend groups and families, as if they’d always been in each other's lives. So when Azzi was asked to be a bridesmaid in her cousin Jessica's wedding, bringing Paige along was a no-brainer.

Jessica and her high school sweetheart Brandon were well-versed on all things Paige and Azzi at this point and weren’t shocked at Azzi asking Paige to be her plus one.

Storrs, CT

“Paigey please go with me? I don’t want to show up alone and if you don’t go I’m just going to be texting you the whole time.”

Paige pauses her game and places her controller down. “I don’t know Az. I don’t want to intrude. Like I know I’m not tight with Jess like that, but don’t you think I would have been invited if they wanted me?”

“Uh no because they gave me a plus one, which I’m sure my family knows means you. You have to remember his Mom has been weirdly involved in the planning and she’s more traditional about this stuff.”

Paige moved to sit at the edge of her bed with her feet dangling off the side. “So then wouldn’t they want you to bring like a real date?”

Azzi knows she got her title of people’s princess with her sweetness and innocence…so why not use it to her advantage? She moved to stand between Paige’s legs and rests her hands on Paige’s hips (in a very platonic way of course). “P c’mon please? For me? I just really don’t want to go alone and deal with commentary from my family.“

Paige looked down at Azzi’s big brown eyes and melted. The truth is, Paige would kill to be Azzi’s date. The issue is that Azzi is straight, so she shoved those feelings down a long time ago. Also, she isn’t asking Paige to be her date, just her friend to accompany her. “Yeah, okay, whatever, Az. Just tell me what to wear.”

Azzi wrapped her arms around Paige’s neck jumping up and down in excitement. “Yay thank you Paigey! We’re gonna have so much fun I promise.”

——————————

KK and Caroline tag along for wedding shopping. KK stayed with Paige while Caroline and Azzi went to pick up her bridesmaid dress at another shop.

“Damn dude you lookin mighty fine.”

Paige is trying on a light blue suit, making her eyes pop, with the jacket being slightly oversized. Under the jacket is a black vest with a deep v at the top and showing skin at the bottom. Paige has always been comfortable showing skin and trying new styles, so here’s to hoping Azzi approves.

“You think? I’m feeling’ it forreal, but Azzi gotta like it too.”

“Ah yes the girlfriend stamp of approval.” KK says with a knowing smirk.

Paiges eyes bulge out of her head. “Bro what the hell! She could walk in at any minute.”

“Alright I’ll chill but how are you gonna do this for a whole week?”

“Do what? I’m just going with my best friend to a wedding”

“You mean doing what normally people in a relationship do?”

“You don’t think I thought about that?” Paige scream whispers. “But I can’t say no to her and I need to get over whatever I’ve been feeling so maybe a week hanging out as friends will be good.”

“Just don’t get yourself hurt P boogers.”

Paige just sighs and takes in KK’s words while looking at the suit. Suddenly she hears giggling that she’d recognize anywhere.

Caroline is the first to walk in talking about who knows what. “And then she was like—oh my god Paige you look so good!”

Paige smiles at them and notices Azzi just staring at her. “Thanks Car…uh Azzi what do you think?”

Azzi swallows hard. “Uh yeah no I mean great you look uh yeah good.“ Everyone looks at Azzi confused.

“Oh I mean if you don’t think it’s good I totally have some other options it’s cool really.”

Azzi shakes her head and moved forward quickly. “NO! I mean no it’s fine, really this is perfect. I was just uh caught off guard, it looks really good, P”

At this point Caroline and KK are eyeing each other understanding the complicated relationship of the girls in front of them. Paige has spent countless nights crying to KK, praying her and Azzi could be more. Caroline has tried to talk to Azzi about how different their relationship is. When Azzi pushes back, Caroline alwaya brings up the friends don’t get jealous of their friends hooking up with other people. Azzi always has a myriad of excuses of why those girls just aren’t good enough for Paige and changes the conversation.

“Cool cool…well uh I’ll go buy this then.” Paige says trying to hide her blush. She takes off the jacket and begins unbutton the blazer as she enters the changing room. Now Azzi is the one to get red. “No I’ll buy it! I’m the one making you go.”

Before Paige could protest Azzi was running to the front to buy the suit. The three girls left standing there stood in an awkward silence until Paige finished changing back into her normal clothes. Caroline joined Azzi at the front to make sure the flustered girl was okay.

When Paige exited the changing room KK gave her a knowing look. Paige rolled her eyes and started the gather her stuff and checked her phone.

“I mean that girlfriend approval amiright?” KK says as she wiggles her eyebrows.

“Girlfriend?” Azzi finally composed walked in on the last part of KK’s words and is unfortunately back to little composure. Was Paige talking to someone and she didn’t know? Did Paige send a picture of her outfit to some girl?

“What no? No one has a girlfriend she’s just playin.” Paige says with very little conviction.

“Yeah you know me always playin! But like if there was a girl that would be cool too right?” Paige elbows KK in the stomach to try to get her to shut up.

“Yeah that’s great, P. Can’t wait to hear all about her. Uh we should probably get going to beat traffic.” Azzi says with a shaky voice yet flashes Paige one of her signature smiles and walks towards the exit.

Paige can already tell this will easily be one of the longest weeks of her life.

[swuspect]

OFF THE RECORD.

“nah, you love me.”

prev chapter?

synopsis: one stream, one confession, and the internet lost its mind—now chris sturniolo is in your dms, and he’s definitely flirting back.

a/n: i literally just woke up from my nap and saw 100 FOLLOWERS??? TYSM 😭😭 it’s barely been a week and i’ve gotten so much love!?! Im very thankful though!! (if you have any requests don’t be shy)

pairing: chris sturniolo x streamer!reader

wc: 887

your fingers hovered over your phone screen, staring at the message like it might disappear if you blinked too hard.

@christophersturniolo what if i got ur number tho… just so u can tell me to stfu properly n all

was this real life?

your heart hammered against your ribs as you quickly swiped out of instagram, checking your reflection in your front camera like it mattered. girl, he can’t even see you right now. get a grip.

taking a deep breath, you went back to the chat.

@yourusername bold of u to assume i’d use my words and not just block u

@christophersturniolo nah u wouldn’t do that

@yourusername u don’t know me like that

@christophersturniolo not yet .. 👀

your brain flatlined. no way was chris actually flirting with you again.

but two could play that game.

@yourusername ur confidence is crazy rn

@christophersturniolo i mean u did call me ur fav triplet so i got reasons

you rolled your eyes, biting back a smile. fine. whatever. you were done pretending to play it cool.

@yourusername yeah yeah whatever. u getting my number or not

@christophersturniolo oh so now u want me to have it??

@yourusername i changed my mind, ur not getting it anymore

@christophersturniolo oh nah ur actually evil send that shit rn

you grinned, finally typing out your number and hitting send.

within seconds, your phone buzzed with a new text.

unknown number stfu

you laughed, shaking your head as you saved his contact.

you - damn. straight to the point huh

chris - well technically u did tell me to stfu first…

you - okay and???

chris - and i’m just following orders. also hi

you - hi

chris - so u free tmrw or u too busy being a famous streamer n all

your breath caught in your throat. was this what you thought it was?

you - depends. why?

chris - i mean if ur tryna talk shit abt me being ur fav triplet i feel like that should happen over facetime

you - oh so ur tryna see my face now???

chris - i already see ur face all over my fyp, might as well see it for real 🤷🏻‍♂️

you flopped back onto your bed, phone clutched to your chest. you needed to scream. maybe kick your feet a little. but not yet. first—

you - alright fine. tmrw.

chris - say less.

you stared at the screen, warmth spreading through your chest.

how the hell did this even happen?

whatever. you weren’t questioning it.

the next day, you spent way too long debating if you should actually call him or if you should suddenly disappear off the face of the earth. you were about five seconds away from ghosting when your phone lit up—

incoming facetime: chris sturniolo

fuck. fuck. fuck.

you sucked in a breath and hit accept before you could chicken out.

“well, well, well,” chris smirked as soon as your face popped up on screen. “look who actually answered.”

“look who actually called,” you shot back, adjusting your phone so you didn’t look like a complete mess. “should i be flattered?”

“depends.” he leaned back against his bed frame, hoodie slightly oversized, curls messier than usual. he looked annoyingly good. “you nervous or somethin’?”

you scoffed. “nah, but you are. i can tell.”

he raised an eyebrow. “oh yeah? how’s that?”

“you keep touching your hair.” you grinned, watching as he immediately dropped his hand from where it had been fixing his curls.

“alright. chill.” he rolled his eyes, but you could tell he was biting back a smile. “so is this what i should expect? you bullying me on the first call?”

“obviously.”

he laughed, shaking his head. “nah, that’s crazy.”

you just shrugged. “you signed up for this.”

“did i?”

“yeah. the second you slid into my dms, it was over for you.”

he tilted his head. “nah, i think it was over for you the second you admitted i was your fav.”

you narrowed your eyes. “you love bringing that up, huh?”

“oh, hundred percent .” he grinned. “makes my ego real happy.”

you rolled your eyes, but your smile gave you away.

“you’re not that special,” you teased.

“nah, don’t lie. you definitely got a little crush.”

you opened your mouth, ready to argue, but nothing came out. because maybe—just maybe—he wasn’t wrong.

“see? you’re speechless.” his smirk deepened. “caught in 4K.”

you groaned, covering your face. “i hate you.”

“nah, you love me.”

“okay, relax.”

he laughed again, a little softer this time. “alright, fine, i’ll chill.” a pause. “but i think you’re cool, y’know.”

your heart did a stupid little flip.

you peeked at him through your fingers. “yeah?”

“yeah.” he shrugged, leaning his chin on his hand. “i mean, we did just meet, but… you’re easy to talk to. funny. and, y’know.” he shot you a look. “kinda cute.”

you blinked.

he just said that. casually. like it was nothing.

“uh—” you cleared your throat, trying so hard to play it cool. “well, you’re not too bad yourself, sturniolo.”

his smirk returned. “so it’s mutual then?”

you pretended to think about it, tilting your head. “…yeah. i guess so.”

“solid.”

a comfortable silence settled between you two, the kind that didn’t feel awkward or forced. just… easy.

and maybe, just maybe, this was the start of something really, really good.

.☘︎ ݁˖ @angvl3tears @leprechaunbirthdaygirl .☘︎ ݁˖

[patchwork-crow-writes]

Deltarune contains a whole lot of mixed up religious (read: Christian) imagery, what with the Delta Warriors fighting against the Angel's Heaven; Ralsei having devil-like characteristics while being the kindest, sweetest boy imaginable; Jevil (a portmanteau of the words "Jester" and "Devil") referencing "Hell's roar [bubbling] from the depths" while Spamton obsesses over reaching "Heaven" as he attains a new winged form; and there being a light world religion that's heavily inspired by Christianity, that is very pervasive throughout Hometown, and yet has no concept of sin.

I think it's really easy to get caught up in the question of "which side are we actually fighting for/against?", trying to untangle all these knotty contradictions in an attempt to make sense of these recurring images and ideas. In doing so, however, I feel that we're missing the forest for the trees, and there's a far simpler and more thematically-appropriate explanation for their inclusion in the game.

Simply put - it doesn't matter because they're both functionally the same thing.

Let me explain what I mean: In the beginning of Chapter 1, Ralsei mentions that we have to "banish the Angel's Heaven", implying the threat of a heavenly force that will be unleashed as a result of the imbalance between light and dark. And then, at the end of Chapter 2, Ralsei mentions the Roaring and the Titans, implying the threat of a hellish force that will be unleashed as a result of the imbalance between light and dark. Now, both things might be real, or neither might be, or maybe they're two names for the exact same thing. But if you swapped them around, substituted heaven for hell, or light for dark, there's literally no real distinction to be made between them. In both cases, an apocalyptic event is being described that threatens the tangible, physical world our characters exist in - a world which incorporates both light and dark as two halves of a normally-harmonious whole.

To put it another way: it doesn't matter whether you're assailed by unrelenting light or plunged into unending darkness - your sight has still been robbed either way.

And I think that's the crux of it, I feel - Deltarune seems to tell the story of people - lightners and darkners both - who are lost, trying to find meaning or answers in some higher power, or otherwise consider themselves beholden to the whims of said grander force. It doesn't actually matter what this "greater power" even is - Heaven or Hell, the Player, the Narrative, Gaster, Toby Fox - or whether that power's incursion into people's lives is wanted or not. But as we see with Spamton and Jevil's struggles for some nebulous "freedom", with Kris's relationship to the Player, with Ralsei's seeming willingness to being a chew toy of the fates or what-have-you, and the existential threats of the Angel's Heaven/Roaring, as well as the Knight's willingness to bringing said event about, those forces and the ideals they inspire can all too often come at the cost of the world that these characters live and breathe in, right in this present moment.

Consider how many times worrying about a hypothetical future robbed you of joy in the present moment. Consider the people you know who are so wedded to the models of the world they hold in their head, that they refuse to engage with the more complex and nuanced reality that may contradict that model. Consider how we try and solve all our age-old problems - like loneliness, justice, fairness - using technologies that in many cases serve to exacerbate these same problems. And consider how any such thing can be glorified or vilified by different groups at different times.

The point I'm trying to get at is that I believe Deltarune is trying to tell a story that says, hey, maybe we should look past all these grand and abstract notions of heaven and hell or whatever, and try talking to each other every once in a while. Maybe we should try not placing all our hopes in some dues-ex-machina or higher power to resolve our problems for us. Maybe we should learn to live the lives we wish to live, help build the world we wish to see, be the friend that we wish others will be to us.

Because if we don't do it ourselves, something else will. And we might not like where we end up.

[starogeorgina]

𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞

Pairing: Joel Miller x reader

Warnings: Smut, swearing

1.02

The wind carries the acrid smell of burning flesh as the stench of death reaches your nostrils. You toss another black bag into the already burning pit just on the edges of the quarantine zone you lived in. Clad in grimy clothing, trudging through the charred remains of the once-bustling city. You heave a heavy sack of garbage filled with a day's worth of waste onto the fire, the sound of plastic groaning under the strain echoing through the desolate streets.

As you continue your grim task, you can't help but steal glances further along the road at the larger fire blazing beside the one you’re assigned to. Your mouth goes dry when you notice Joel; his brows are pulled together as he drops a body into the fire. He was hauntingly beautiful. There were so many small things you missed when you weren’t with him, like the way he hummed when kissing you and his sarcastic mannerisms. If Joel was telling you a story that made him happy, he’d trace his fingers up and down your arm. He did that often when talking about his brother Tommy.

As Joel walks back towards the truck to retrieve another body, he lifts his head and briefly makes eye contact with you, but just as you smile, his tired eyes swiftly move to something behind you.

“Sad, isn’t it?” A woman with red hair approaches you and says, "Sad, isn't it?" “I’m thankful I’m burning people's trashe and not their bodies. I did it once and had nightmares for weeks.”

“Yeah, it will do that.”

“Where’s Tess? I thought she was on the same shift as you.”

“She swapped them.”

The redhead raises her brows and says, “Oh, that’s handy, I suppose, always having someone in your apartment. The building next to mine got raided a few days ago.”

You think of your sister sneaking around the roof at night, her rifle slung over her shoulder as she scans the horizon for any signs of movement. You weren’t sure if that was for her protection or to protect whatever contraband she was trying to smuggle. According to your sister, she and Joel have been ‘upping their game’ for months now, but you try your best not to ask any questions.

As you stand there, lost in thought, a sudden chill runs down your spine. You pause, trying to shake off the unease that has settled over you.

—

Joel rips the condom packet open with his teeth before rolling the rubber over his hard cock; his rough fingers grip onto your hips as he sinks into your cunt. You groan loudly, feeling him moving his hands to spread you open as he moves your feet so they are resting on either side of his head as he thrusts into you.

“Fuck! You’re so sensitive,” he says before swiping his thumb across your clit. He smirks when your legs start to tremble. “Do you like that, baby girl?”

All you can do is nod pathetically.

Without pulling out of you, Joel wraps his arms around your waist and changes position. You’re now sitting on his lap, your legs dangling on either side of him as Joel sits on the edge of the bed. The new position makes him feel much deeper than before; your fingernails dig into the side of his neck.

“You take me so well,” he pants. “When I’m done pounding into your tight little pussy, I’m gonna kiss it better. Do you want that?”

“Yes, yes, yes!” You lean back, Joel takes one of your breasts into his mouth, his tongue swirling around your nipple, and then he abruptly stops thrusting. “What the hell—“

He covers your mouth with his hand and quietly asks, “Are you sure Tess is working late tonight?”

You nod.

“Shit,” he lifts you off his lap and whispers. “Don’t leave this room until I say so.”

You are slightly confused as he effortlessly lifts you off his lap, moments after the orgasm that was on the brink of consuming you was abruptly interrupted. It takes you a moment to process what’s happening. It’s not until he closes the door behind him that you fully register what’s going on. Someone was trying to break in. You scramble to your feet and quickly start to redress, but before you pull your pants up, three gunshots go off outside your room.

You get the gun that’s hidden beneath your mattress and aim at the doorway, waiting to see who comes through as the door handle starts to turn.

“Don’t shoot; it’s only me.”

“What the hell just happened?”

Joel brushes his sweaty hair out of his face. “Raiders, they managed to unlock your door from the outside, but I can fix it.”

“Oh my god.”

You go to leave the room, but he takes hold of your arm and says, “Trust me, you don’t want to see.”

“But we’re going to need to clean it up before Tess gets back.”

He lets out a deep sigh and holds onto your shoulders. “Finish getting dressed; I’ll deal with the bodies.”

You cared a lot for Joel, probably a little too much, but the one thing you hated was that he acted as if you were made of glass. Both he and Tess seem to forget that blood surrounds you every day.

Joel lets go of you to find his clothes that were scattered across your room; he had only slipped his boxers on before leaving the room. You watch as he ties off the condom before shoving it into the bottom of the trashcan in your room. While you studied him, you had no way of knowing how terrified Joel was of losing you moments ago. Joel's heart raced at the sound of someone trying to break through the front door; his first instinct was to save you; he killed two men without regret because it meant you were safe, but yet he had no intention of saying these thoughts out loud.

—

Your hands shake as you nervously fumble with the box in them. Now or never. Hearing the click of the door opening, you pull a used towel over your lap and frown at your sister, “Jesus, Tess, have you ever heard of knocking?”

Without even glancing in your direction, she goes directly to the sink, immediately rummaging in the small cupboard underneath it.

“I’m trying to pee here.”

“Then pee!” She tosses a few empty tampon boxes to the floor and grunts, “I’ve got to leave to meet this guy about a weapons shipment, and it looks as if I’ve been stabbed from the waist down.”

“Seriously, you need to get out.” You huff like a teenager, wishing more than anything that you had a bathroom with a lock that worked. “Seriously, go now!”

“Alright, alright,” she says, holding her hands up in defeat. Tess turns around, her eyes drawn to something on the floor. “What the fuck is that?”

Your heart races as you notice the small stick lying on the floor. Damn it. It had slid out of the box. Tess crosses her arms over her chest, her gaze fixed on the pregnancy test.

Dropping your head into your hands, you sigh, “Don’t, just don’t.”

“Please tell me you’ve got that for someone else,” her voice low and guarded.

You swallow hard, feeling the weight of your secret bearing down on you. You shift uncomfortably under her gaze, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks. “I’m late,” you mumble, trying to sound nonchalant. “But it could be from a lack of sleep and stress. This isn’t the first time I’ve been late.”

Your sister lets out a harsh laugh, shaking her head in disbelief. “But you've obviously been screwing someone to even think there is a chance you could be. Fuck.”

You feel a stab of guilt as your sister's words sink in. She's right, of course. You had been screwing someone, but you and Joel both agreed it would make things complicated if other people, including Tess, knew.

“Have you taken it yet?”

“No, I was about to when you came barging in.”

Tess pulls a couple of tampons out of an old makeup bag. “Silver lining if you are knocked up? We don’t need to fight over these anymore.”

—

Putting all your weight on your shoulder, you push the door leading into the next door’s apartment open by slamming into it. Dirt and grime cover the walls, revealing overturned and broken furniture. A layer of thick dust coats everything, indicating that no one has been here for a long time. The windows remain boarded up, and the only light from outside comes from the small cracks in the boards.

“Holy shit.”

As you and Tess both search through the apartment, you can't help but notice the tension building between you. She has been acting strangely for days, and you struggle to understand her feelings towards you, as all you've received, except for a few words, has been silence. Every time you try to make eye contact with her, she looks away quickly and becomes visibly uncomfortable.

“Are we just not going to talk now?”

“So, who’s the father?” When you don’t answer, Tess scowls at you and says, “Jesus, tell me you know who the father is.”

“Of course I do,” you snap defensively. “I’m not some whore who sleeps around, if that’s what you’re trying to imply.”

She gives you the same look your mom gave you as a naughty kid. “I never said you were, but you’re the one who’s put us in this position by being so reckless!”

“We used condoms every time.”

Tess shakes her head while picking knocked-over furniture back up. “Condoms are only ninety-eight percent effective, meaning two people out of a hundred fall pregnant, and of course you are one of them.”

You throw two fusty-looking pillows into a black bag, trying to hold back the tears you feel welling up. “Don’t you think I know that? I—I—I can’t tell him.” You think of the devastation in Joel’s eyes every time he spoke about Sarah; not telling him about the positive test result right away was your own way of protecting him. “I need to get my head straight first. Think clearly before I speak to him about it.”

“Do you have any idea how hard this is going to be?” She asks, sounding more like a disapproving parent than a big sister. “Will the father even step up? Will he just be another Paddy and leave you to raise a child on your own?”

Tess has always looked after you. When you were a teenager, she took you in after your dad found out about your pregnancy and kicked you out of his house. She stayed by your side the whole time your son was sick and would babysit so you could study or work extra shifts. You owed Tess everything, yet a part of you was mad because, despite everything you’d been through, she was still treating you like the teenage girl who appeared on her doorstep, begging for a roof over her head.

“I know it’s going to be hard.” Trying to hide the tears that have fallen, you start throwing more junk that was left behind into the trash bag. After a few moments have passed, you take a deep breath. “I think he will be shocked and in denial at first but will want to be involved.”

The truth was, you had no idea how Joel would feel or react, but the second you saw those two thin little lines appear, you wanted to bury your head in the sand, so you imagined this would rip the floor out from underneath him. Joel was a brutal, hardened man, but yet, you’d still trust him with your life. You weren’t scared of telling Joel because of his reaction; you were just scared of the reality of the situation.

“You know, if you don’t want to have this baby, there are still places that can help you.”

“I just...” you cut yourself off, taking a deep breath. “I need to sleep on it for a few days.”

"I'm not asking you to tell me who your father is so I can judge you. I’m asking you to tell me because I’m your sister; whatever shit goes down, we go through it together.”

“I don’t want you to have another reason to be upset with me.”

“I won’t be angry,” she sighs. “I just don’t want to go around assuming it’s every guy you’ve spoken to. Is it one of the medics?”

“No.”

“It’s not… a soldier?” She asks jokingly.

“I’ve been sleeping with Joel Miller.”

Tess laughs, “No, you haven’t. Because Joel told me he’s—“ Immediately her demeanor changes; she’s seething. “You’ve been seeing him and never told me?”

The flicker of hurt on her face takes you aback. “I’m sorry. It’s complicated; I don’t even—”

Before you can finish your sentence, Tess storms out of the apartment, slamming the door behind her.

[pezinvests]

clinical trial spoilers because there is somewhat of a following now here on tumblr and i want to make my mark. long opinion post. if you're reading through the tag and haven't played, please play the game to the end first i beg of you

so obsessed with how limited our true knowledge is of lee. for what we all know lee has done this kind of thing before and how he just might be more dangerous than he seems. a man in his 20s who got his nursing license during the bush administration (2007-2008ish), ex-mormon/ex-christian/ex-catholic with a slightly strange upbringing and carries himself so seriously and does things so meticulously.

in the bedroom scene he says he just moved out a year ago into a house full of hand-me-downs and old stuff he has kept forever, followed with him saying "a lot of stuff in my life doesn't make sense."

man. that is by far the most vague yet perhaps suspicious thing you could say if you were in his shoes. of course, some have speculated this is just him having some form of autism (in which i welcome this theory and would make sense), but i do think he has just done this type of thing before.

of course, he has fantasized about dying in those hidden walls and has dreamt of studying heavily on orthopedia and pursuing this as his career path, this is canon. maybe in general has studied these kinds of ideas of murder, torture, etc. that relates to it as well.

however he was covering up everything so well by driving brandon's car in a lake. (and hopefully covering whatever tracks he made after driving into the ditch like footprints and maybe tiretracks of his own car to leave the scene??? he seemed to have thought so far ahead to bury his body anyway in there because no one will come looking so. there's also that animation from the dev themselves on twitter that show how angel & lee disposed of brandon. my god. it's so meticulous and careful)

he was also quick thinking on his feet getting a signal jammer to block angel's cellphone from pinging nearby towers. he was only so lucky that their phone died on the way to his house and probably was able to set up the cell jammer before he brought in groceries.

or worse yet, he already had a signal jammer with him. like he just had one already and he set that up really fast before he could even get a charger for angel. lee never mentioned the full circumstances of him having it and when he set it up. he just said he was lucky that angel's phone died on the way there. him being so vague as well as the game not telling us much on that front really sells it.

i get that we don't really see angel's day-to-day life outside of the clinic either (minus the home scenes where you see their art posts and texts on their phone) + it's an RPGMAKER game, can't be that detailed, so we don't usually see what happens in between those times anyway (masterful story technique i must say). but it really leans into the idea that whatever lee says, we really just have to take his word for it now especially with the amount of things he tried to hide.

looking at the bigger picture, yes, lee's actions are inexcusable and disgusting, who would trust someone like this afterwards? and that really rings true throughout the entire game's story. angel giving lee a third chance really is an act of mercy from a god. hell, them walking away on ending 1 was also merciful, especially at their expense if the authorities don't believe angel as to what happened.

so uhh. main takeaway? i love the way lee was written. i'm so glad homie went full send on his character being a little bit of a pathetic creep (lmao the cum-stained jacket being fully written in, really sold it for me) and on purpose him being very vague about his true nature. it plays on the idea that "when someone says who they are, believe them". we have the same amount of info angel has as the player and through it all? we just have to take lee's word for everything.

[misakiisstupid]

Okay, Hear Me Out: Wally's Best Snack Discovery

Okay, hear me out. Wally West—known for his disastrous and unholy food combos—finally meets someone who completely changes his entire snack game. Enter Ro, a 16-year-old Bavarian girl who’s in the US with her class because the bus broke down. She’s there with her all-girls business school class from Munich, and she couldn’t care less about the whole situation. She’s just chill, drinking her coffee with almond milk and three sugars, eating buttered tuna bread with veggies on the side.

Now, I know what you're thinking. Buttered tuna bread? With veggies? Yes. That’s a real thing. It’s simple, it’s satisfying, and guess what? Wally LOVES it. Because after all, butter, bread, and tuna? That’s good for your body, right?

The Discovery That Changed Wally’s Snack Game

So, Wally, being Wally, sees her eating this bread-and-tuna masterpiece and is like, “What the hell is that?” And she’s just all chill, not giving a crap about anyone's judgment. She takes a bite, shrugs, and says, “It’s lunch. What’s the issue?” Meanwhile, her classmates are making disgusted faces because they can’t comprehend this culinary genius. I mean, tuna on bread? That’s sacrilege to them, right?

But Wally? Wally’s already swooning. He doesn't care what others think, he’s already taking a bite. At first, it’s weird. But then? It hits him. It’s perfect. The butter and tuna combo? Why has he never thought of this? The veggies on the side? Genius.

From then on, this becomes Wally’s snack of choice in front of everyone. No more ridiculous sugary energy drinks with ramen or whatever strange thing he thought would fuel him. Nope. Buttered tuna bread it is. Every time he’s around the team, that's his snack of choice.

You know what, though? I believe this girl is the real reason Wally is allowed to eat around his team in the Young Justice League. They’d all be used to his weird snack combos by now, and maybe—just maybe—they secretly find some of them kind of tasty. Like, there are definitely moments where Wally’s culinary choices look like disaster, but somehow, the flavor hits right. (I mean, who can say no to something that feels like salty dough? And yes, I used to play with Play-Doh as a kid and... look, we’ve all tasted that weird salty dough and chemicals and rust combo. Don't judge me. It tasted like rust but also tasted like blood when I accidentally cut myself as a kid. Kinda gross but weirdly tasty. Anyone else?)

Ro, The German Girl Who Changed Wally’s Life

Now, back to Ro. She’s a whole vibe, y’all. I mean, her coffee is half her personality: it’s almond milk, three sugars—she’s basically a caffeine-powered machine, and we all know that gives her the kind of energy to be absolutely chill about the whole situation. Her classmates are trying to figure out why they’re stuck here in the middle of nowhere, and Ro’s just like, “Whatever. We’ve all been through worse. It’s fine.”

She tells Wally she’s named after a Swedish book about a robber’s daughter, and she’s got this surprising calmness to her that makes Wally—who’s always going 100 miles per hour—slow down for once. She doesn’t waste words. She’s straight to the point. When she says she doesn’t care if they talk again after this, she means it. They’re likely never going to meet again. They’re strangers, but they bond over food, and sometimes that’s all you need to know about someone.

She casually says her name’s Swedish but too hard for native English speakers to pronounce, so she just goes by Ro. But, hey—guess her real name? I dare you.

Wally, Ro, and Their Culinary Bond

From that day on, Wally starts really liking this “tuna bread” combo. Not just because it’s delicious, but because Ro introduced him to it. It’s low-maintenance, easy to make, and kind of like the embodiment of Ro herself: simple, but effective. It’s real, it’s good for your body, and sometimes, that’s all you need.

And I bet, after meeting Ro, Wally’s diet starts to take a turn. Sure, he’ll still throw together some chaotic meals, but the tuna bread? That’s now his go-to. He loves that buttery, salty combination—and you can bet he’ll keep making it in front of the team. He’ll make weird combos, sure, but Ro’s snack is his baseline now.

And Then, There’s Wally the Flirt

Wally being Wally? He definitely gets Ro’s number. Because 1) He’s a huge flirt. 2) She’s cool as hell. 3) She’s all about making friends and exchanging recipes. After all, she’s lived in Bavaria and knows tons of deliciously simple combos that can make even a speedster’s stomach happy. Like, soft pretzels cut open with butter and chili salami, or liverspread on black bread—she calls it real bread, not toast (and honestly? She’s right).

But here’s the real kicker: Wally’s so taken by her culinary prowess, he just starts imagining all the things she could teach him. She’s got these really good recipes, and he wants to learn, even if it’s just for the fun of it. He’s already thinking about the next time they meet, where he’s probably going to get some new ideas for his snacks that’ll make his teammates raise an eyebrow or two.

[bitchinbarzal]

Enough | L Draisaitl

It starts with a tension you can’t quite place. A weight in the air, thick and stifling, pressing against your chest every time Leon looks at you like he’s thinking something but doesn’t say it.

At first, you chalk it up to exhaustion. The Oilers have been on a grueling stretch of games, and you know how much it takes out of him, both physically and mentally. But then, it doesn’t stop. If anything, it gets worse.

He’s distant. He doesn’t reach for your hand like he usually does, doesn’t pull you into his side when you’re sitting on the couch together. The kisses he presses to your forehead in passing lack the warmth they used to hold, and he keeps looking at you like he’s trying to find an answer to a question you don’t even know has been asked.

You try to ignore it. Maybe it’s just stress, maybe it’s something else on his mind. But then, he says it.

And your world tilts.

“You don’t have to pretend anymore.” His voice is sharp, cutting through the thick air between you like a knife. “I get it now.”

You stare at him, confused. “What the hell are you talking about?”

Leon lets out a bitter laugh, running a hand through his hair. “I mean, I finally see it. You’re here for the money, the name, the—whatever else comes with being with me.”

It takes a second for his words to sink in. When they do, you feel like you’ve been slapped. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me.” He’s pacing now, like he can’t even stand still. “Everyone’s been telling me, but I didn’t want to believe it. Thought I knew better. But they’re right, aren’t they? You’re using me.”

You take a step back, suddenly feeling like you don’t even recognize the man in front of you. The man who, up until now, you thought loved you. Trusted you.

Your voice is eerily calm when you speak. “Who the fuck has been in your ear, Leon?”

He scoffs. “Does it matter? It’s not like they’re wrong.”

You inhale sharply, pressing your lips together as you shake your head. “That’s the thing, though. They are wrong. And the fact that you’re even saying this to me right now—” You cut yourself off, because suddenly, there’s a lump in your throat, thick and heavy. “I can’t believe you actually think that about me.”

“I don’t—” He stops, exhaling sharply as his jaw tightens. “I don’t want to. But it makes sense, doesn’t it? I mean, look at my life. Look at your life. You—”

“Stop.” Your voice wavers, but you don’t back down. “Leon, if you really think I’m here because of your bank account or your name—if you think any of that has ever mattered to me—then you don’t know me at all.”

He swallows hard, his hands clenching at his sides, and for a second, he looks like he wants to take it back. Like he regrets it already. But it’s too late.

You shake your head, exhaling sharply. “You think I need your money? That I want your fame?” Your voice is rising now, the hurt morphing into anger. “I have my own damn career, Leon. I make my own money. I pay my own bills. I don’t need you to take care of me.”

His brows furrow, and there’s something desperate in his eyes now. “I didn’t mean it like—”

“No, you did.” Your voice is firm, unwavering now. “You meant it. Maybe you regret saying it now that you see how fucking cruel it was, but you meant it when you said it.”

Leon flinches. He looks like he wants to argue, to tell you you’re wrong, but he doesn’t. He just stares at you, the weight of his own words crashing down on him.

You cross your arms over your chest, trying to steady yourself, trying to ignore the way your hands are shaking. “I have never, never given you a reason to doubt me. To think I’m here for anything other than you. But you let them get in your head, and you believed them over me.”

Silence stretches between you. Heavy. Suffocating.

And then you say it—the thing that hurts more than anything else.

“If you really think so little of me, maybe I shouldn’t be here at all.”

Leon’s head snaps up, panic flashing across his face. “No—wait, I didn’t mean—”

You step back before he can reach for you. “Don’t. You don’t get to say that now.” Your voice is barely above a whisper, but it’s laced with finality. “You already did enough.”

Leon’s throat bobs as he swallows, his eyes clouded with regret, with something you can’t quite place. But you don’t wait for him to fix it. You just turn around and walk away.

And for the first time since you met him, he lets you.

He doesn’t call that night.

Or the next day.

You don’t expect him to, but you also don’t know what you’re supposed to do with the emptiness settling in your chest.

It takes him three days to show up at your door.

You don’t want to answer. You consider ignoring it altogether. But you know Leon well enough to know he won’t leave until you do.

So you open the door, arms crossed, expression unreadable. “What do you want?”

Leon looks like hell. His eyes are bloodshot, his jaw is tight, and there’s a desperation in the way he stares at you, like he knows he might have lost you already but needs to try anyway.

“I fucked up,” he says. No hesitation. No pretense. “I fucked up, and I know I don’t deserve another chance, but I need you to know—I didn’t mean it.”

You let out a humorless laugh, shaking your head. “You keep saying that, but you still said it.”

Leon exhales sharply, running a hand through his hair. “I was stupid. I let other people get in my head instead of trusting you—us. And I know I hurt you, and I will never forgive myself for that.”

Your throat tightens, but you stay quiet.

Leon takes a step closer, cautiously, like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he moves too fast. “I don’t care about money. I don’t care about fame. I care about you. You are the only thing that matters to me, and I will spend the rest of my life proving that to you, if you let me.”

You inhale shakily, hating how much you want to believe him.

He notices. He always does.

“I love you,” he says, voice barely above a whisper now. “Not because of anything you have, or anything I have. Just you. Only you.”

For the first time in days, you let yourself look at him—really look at him. And you see it. The guilt. The love. The raw, unfiltered regret written all over his face.

You bite your lip, weighing your next words carefully. “You don’t get to do this again, Leon.”

“I know.”

“No, I mean it. You don’t get to doubt me like that. To doubt us. If we’re doing this, we do it together. No outside noise. Just you and me.”

Leon nods, not hesitating for even a second. “Just us.”

Silence lingers between you, softer this time. Not as heavy. Not as sharp.

You exhale, feeling yourself start to thaw, just a little. “I love you too, you idiot.”

The relief that floods his face nearly knocks you off your feet.

And when he finally pulls you into his arms, holding you like he never wants to let go—you let him.

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

Oh how good it felt to say those words to that bitch. Her yelling didn't even break his good mood he was still on a high from the best sex he's ever had.

They did argue and it wasn't pretty. Lilith threw a fit for days.

He would feel bad if she had actually loved him but that wasn't the case. Adam could count on one hand how many times they got along.

Two days went by and of course Lilith was still raging.

Lilith: DO YOU WANT TO FUCK THIS ONE TOO!?

Adam winced as she pointed at the butler who looked scared.

Adam: No! Of course not!

He almost laughed at how comically the butler signed in relief.

As Abel walked in for his breakfast Lilith stormed out muttering under her breath about what a "cock sucking asshole" Adam was.

Adam: Abel! My sunshine how are you doing?

Abel: Fine.... Are guys done arguing for the day?

Adam: Umm.... Yup! Your mother is just .... In a mood.

Before Lucifer had left they swapped numbers, you know for business related purposes.

But looking at his son, Adam wanted to take him out somewhere.

Maybe........ Lucifer would want to come with? Was that silly?

-

Lucifer worked on blue prints for his next idea, this was going to be fucking great!

Adam would have to come by and see what he was investing in at some point and it needed to be perfect.

Coming out of his office, Charlie was behind the desk, feet on top and playing a game on her phone. She was in the weird little goth/emo phase but whatever she needed to do.

Husk: So, how the hell did you sucker this rich asshole into helping you?

Lucifer: Husker! Don't you know I'm a great business man and very charismatic?

Angel: So you fucked him?

Lucifer: ....... Yeah I fucked him on his office desk, but what's important is he's going to help the business!

Charlie: He's also on line one.

The light in his life

@things-arent-what-they-seem66

Adam groaned as he finally woke up from another barely restful sleep. He sat up and ran a hand through his short, chocolate locks tiredly before sitting up and getting out of bed. His mind and body went into autopilot as he took a shower, cleaned his face and teeth, and took his medication before finally donning a robe and heading downstairs to get some breakfast.

He automatically grimaced as he heard his wife's laughter before he even entered the kitchen. He saw Lilith pacing as he animatedly talked to a friend on the phone. However, her face stained when she noticed his presence.

She turned her back on him and continued her chat. Adam felt his irritation stir within him as he grabbed a mug and poured some coffee in it.

Abel: Morning Dad!

His lips pulled upwards at the sound of his seventeen-year-old. He turned around and saw his son eating on the marble counter. His smile doubled as soon as he saw Abel's.

Adam: Morning bud.

He went to sit down next to him and try to enjoy his morning with his son. Keyword, tried. He was just about to read the paper when he was barraged by Lilith.

Lilith: Well, I'm off I'll be gone for the majority of the day, but I'll be back here around four thirty or so to pick you up. When I get back, I want you both in your suits got that?

Abel: Yes mom.

Abel replied before going back to his breakfast. Adam sat there confused, however, picking him up and Abel to where?

Adam: Um Lilith where we are going tonight?

Lilith pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed heavily: Adam I thought I told you this already. Tonight is the company party.

Adam: No, that's not right the company's anniversary isn't until a few months from now.

She narrowed her eyes at him and crossed her arms: No, this is the anniversary of when your parents' company and my parent's company merged. Don't you remember? Because before that little contract was sealed another contract was sealed between us.

Adam knew exactly what she was getting into, she was talking about their marriage. About seventeen years ago Lilith's parents were having a rough patch with their own company. Even if their business was still lucritive in certain areas.

They decided to get help from Adam's parents, and they said that they could simply merge their companies as one. That way they would all still have rights to them as one day their children would too.

However, there was only one way for a merge such as this to happen. One minute Adam was being introduced to a beautiful girl the next he was standing at the altar saying I do. What made it even worse was that they were only eighteen at the time.

No, the worst possible outcome is being married to this beautiful yet cynical creature. At least there was one small yet noticeable light that came from this, Abel.

Adam was pulled out of his thoughts by his wife snapping her sharp, well-manicured fingers in his face.

Lilith: Ahem, as I was saying since this is our "family" company party Jr. is allowed to attend. But I want you to make sure he stays on his best behavior for the ENTIRE evening. Is that clear?

Adam: Crystal.

Lilith: Good, then I'm off.

Adam's hardened gaze followed her retreating form as she left. Not even bothering to at least say goodbye to their son. Adam started to take in big gulps of his drink, trying to ready himself for the day.

--

Adam downed yet another glass of champagne trying to keep himself busy as he watched the guests mingle about. Abel was not that far away talking to a few of the employees' children. Though Abel tended to be on the shyer side his friendly character always brought others to him.

Adam: (mutters) At least you're having a good time.

The sound of a familiar voice drew Adam's attention to Lilith.

Adam: (mutters): And so are you.

She wasn't that far from him yet didn't take any note or acknowledgment of him there. Or maybe she did, and she simply didn't care. Adam however did take notice in the topic she and her friends were discussing.

Him.

Despite everything in him screaming to walk away he got a little closer to them and listened closely.

Stella: So, tell me darling what is he like in bed? Is he at least desirable then?

Lilith: Ugh, don't make me laugh he is HORRENDOUS under the sheets. It's like he has no idea what to even do with it. And it was one thing back before he started taking those damn happy pills. Because at least then he wasn't bad to look at. Now every single time I have to lay with him it's like a walrus is trying to squash me!

Her friend let out a haughty laugh: Oh, I can't even imagine the horror of that brute naked let alone actually bedding someone.

Lilith: What makes it worse is that he practically has breasts now. Breasts Stella! But that's not even the absolute most dreadful part of being married to him.

Stella: Oh? What is then?

Lilith: I have to do all the work! I run his company; I run the house, and he even wants me to run him ragged in the sheets!

Stell: (gasps) You're not suggesting-

Lilith: Yup! From the very beginning, he had me do all the work while he lay there on his back like a log. A true bore and pathetic excuse for a human being. I'm glad I only had to birth one child so I could stop pretending to want to bed him.

The rest of the conversation was drowned out as stared down at himself. A hand going to his extended waistline and grimacing. He really had let himself go hadn't he?

Retracting the hand back he used it to scrub over his face in an attempt to stop the tears from flowing. Instead, he decided to find something stronger than champagne to drown himself in.

[silverselfshippingchaos]

so... what's the best m.axi look and why is it s.c5 /hj

[royalarchivist]

Fit: This is actually kinda fun. Ok, so: Cucuruchito, what is your favorite food?

Cucuruchito: Oh darling, as an entity I don't eat, however, I am quite partial to the idea of a charming quesadilla. They are the star of my home, Quesadilla Island, after all. Now, what about you, sweetie? What tantalizes your taste buds?

Fit: I mean, Cucuruchito, you keep talking to me like that, I mean uh... [Laughs] Called me "sweetie," I mean, I dunno what's gonna happen. Um, my favorite food is probably... steak. [He shrugs] Maybe that's why I like Brazil so much.

Cucuruchito: Oh, Fit, you've got me blushing like a ripe tomato! I can see that you're the steak to my sizzling hot plate. Don't you think our conversation has more sizzle than a steak on a hot grill? Perhaps we could have that steak together next time and add more spice to this little rendezvous. Winking face.

Fit: [Dying in the background, trying to compose himself] WHAT THE FCK. WHAT?! [Shouts]

Cucuruchito:

Fit: [Runs away and laughs] Fck it, I can't I can't, I can't do this, I can't do this, I can't fcking do this. I cannot do– [Laughs]

[ganondoodle]

kind of expected that the ability breakdown wouldnt get that much traction (especially on twitter bc if it doesnt do well in the first few hours it might as well be dead) but what i didnt need to wake up to was looking at my twitter notifications and thinking there was a long comment on it at first but then i read it and it turned out to be some guy having dug up one of my old totk tweets where i talked about how zelda was treated-

and if a quote retweet with a thread attached already starts with "this entitled brat didnt understand that zelda was being a history nerd by being in the past and getting to experience it herself" with two screenshots attached of the end of totk with zelda staring at the cam all uwu (which has ??? to do with their point??) i dont even want to know what else was in that thread

if thats how the majority of the fandom is then im even less surprised that nintendy doesnt even have to try to write anything good :I

ah yes, i am a game nerd, and by putting me in a game where i stand around doing puppy dog eyes while being shoved around by NPCs is me being a game nerd OBVIOSULY

[unmanageably]

it's crazy cuz i'm sure in lacob's twisted brain he thought this was like a sweet thing to say but it truly reaffirms just how much they took him for granted and how they were banking on his kindness and love throughout like. all the horrible things they were doing to him lol. they were so so completely sure that he would never leave, knew how much he valued staying with one org, how much he valued retiring with steph. knew how much he loved the warriors. thought they could just like. have a horrible smear campaign against him for a year and a half, tear down his confidence, over and over again. counted on his love and loyalty to steph and the org to have him crawling back on his knees asking for pennies despite that. that's what this quote tells me. that lacob was shocked his master plan didn't work. that klay for once chose himself lol

[southern--downpour]

okay first thoughts. i dont HATE the ending i just feel like it needed more time in the season to reach the conclusion it did

[restinpeacesensei]

suggesting something,,