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#undertale#art#undertale art#undertale fanart#undertale au#cross sans#TWO FOR THE PRICE OF ONE!#(((o(*°▽°*)o)))
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house of grief and sunlight
fandom: wayfarer ship: cassander/aisanne characters: cassander inteus, aisanne bjornsdottir rating: gen words: 1625 note: this is my entry for @idrellegames' three year anniversary event! prompt i'd chosen is paramour - expected of me, i know - but i've hardly written about cass' bisexuality and i felt like it needed to be written about! excuse the ya-sounding title lmao i could not resist also, aisanne is a gw2 oc that i've ported to wayfarer. she lives over on @i-mybrunettelady most of the time :) divider credit
I am tired of grief. I don’t know if it ever goes away, but for fuck’s sake, I’m so tired of it. It’s summer, though, and a part of me feels like the sun will chase it away, if only for a day or two. Our house needs the sun right now. Grief hangs over it like a veil, and we don’t speak of it, but maybe the rays that come through our window each morning help.
Or so I hope. Hope’s a stupid thing by and large, because every time I hope something happens it decidedly doesn’t, as if the gods above or whoever sits and watches this farce of an existence keeps laughing at me and says, “Add more!” But I can’t help but wish, in my heart of hearts, that sometimes, maybe one day in this lifespan that’s entirely too long for one guy, I don’t feel like a tossed out, crapped on kitten on the streets.
It’s summer. That feels important to repeat to self. I am feeling a little less grief. The room around me is loud and messy and sounds jump from one place to another like rabbits, in a cacophony ruled over by the harmonious noise of music. Sanne’s the one behind the harp, golden under the candlelight, and if she was a different woman, she’d be singing in a Meissandic temple.
She cares little for the traditional rites, though. She cares little for the chants I’d attended once or twice when I was a kid. She looked at me all confused when I told her how courtly, Vestran services happen, and said, in a strange tone, “I don’t understand how people like that.” I don’t understand either, and thank fuck I’m not a Vestran aristocrat anymore.
Her place is telling stories of heroes and events long gone, to be a musical wayfarer. She’s doing that tonight. I was drunk when we first met here and she had to hold my hair while I was throwing up, apparently. Can’t say I remember that attractive trait about myself. I’m not drunk right now, however, sitting near the small wooden stage, taking small sips of my cider. The drink is irrelevant; she captures my attention more than any alcohol could.
She’s radiant and shiny, half covered in shadows, which makes her golden crest stand out. The bright sheen of her golden hair disappears and reappears after the movements of her head. I can’t see her freckles clearly from here, but I can see the ink on her neck, the roundness of her full lips, an occasional yellow in the blues of her eyes when the candlelight reflects off them. I’m not blind to beauty, but there’s beauty in a way a finely made building is beautiful, and a way a person is beautiful.
You don’t wanna fuck buildings, do you? And if you do, what the actual fuck is wrong with you?
Others are looking at her too. That doesn’t matter, because it’s my bed who she comes to tonight. Or is it me coming to hers? Not fucking important.
These feelings are new. For most of my life, interest like this fell to men. Part of me wonders if I’m just that desperate for any kind of tenderness in my life that my head would start making up attraction; but the way this feels can’t be anything but a solid fucking reality. Women were always beautiful the way buildings were, but now they’re flesh and bone and soul and personality and there’s something so weirdly appealing about that that it catches me off guard.
Not all women are your mother, you dumb fuck.
I know, but women have never been.. This. I think about Sanne when she’s away. I watch her practice for the performances, mesmerized. There’s peace and blood rushing to my face when we’re laughing in bed, or making lunch, or eating, or just existing in the same space. My insides get all twisted up, like I’m a kid again crushing on older Wayfarers. It’s like Senna again, and I simply forgot how it feels like to be crushing on someone this bad.
Nothing will ever happen between us, however. It would be so crappy to prey on a widow’s feelings. She rarely speaks of her dead husband, but he’s not even that cold as far as dead people go; maybe a little more than us Wayfarers, but not by much. Our living together is a result of loneliness, desperation, not a desire to find a partner again. But I was dumb enough to pretend I didn't see it.
She’s cooking, some days after her performance. Sun is shining through the window, leaving her figure in semi-shadows and catching on the ends of her shiny, metallic hair. She’s not as glamorous as she was at the show; right here is a Sanne that’s more down to earth, more solid, dressed comfortably, not worried about how she’s perceived. I’m folding clothes nearby and doing a half-assed job of it, too. It’s hard to concentrate some days over the deafening noise of all this fucking attraction confusion business.
Every so often she turns back to look at me with a strange smile on her face. “That’s what I wore to Kiaran’s funeral,” she says suddenly. I jerk and drop my gaze to the dress in my hands. Sunlight washes away its dark color in places. There are little holes in it that I want to sew shut, but I don’t have her consent to. She’s weirdly sentimental about it.
My Spire didn’t have a funeral, and us survivors only have ashes as funerary garb.
“What’s this stain again?” I ask, raising the dress and jerking my head in the direction of the big, grayish blob on the skirt. “I keep forgetting!”
She sighs and throws a full, peeled onion at me. It hits me right in the forehead and the poor plant, already under threat, pricks my eyes. “You’re horrible,” I say in mock offense. “You don’t want your dress to stink, do you?”
“I’m not burying anyone anytime soon,” she says lowly, in a tone that implies I’m hitting a boundary. I wince and put the dress down, careful of the location of the onion.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper as I approach, gently placing the vegetable on the table. She gives me a hard look. “I shouldn’t have joked about the dress. It means a lot to you and I tend to joke around, right, about the things that I’m sensitive about so people don’t attack me for it first? Offense is the best defense kinda thing? And I forget that sometimes - a lot of the time - people don’t function the way my fucked up head does?”
Shut up, Cassander. You’re making it worse.
Something tightens my throat, like hands choking me from the inside out. I grip the table and swallow thickly. My stomach twists up, and the smell and feel of onion fills the kitchen and I can only focus on the dents in the dark wood beneath my fingers and the uneven pattern freckles of my hand.
“Cassander,” Sanne says. Her tone is too much for me to analyze right now, try as I might. “Cass.”
“What?”
“You’re doing it again.”
“Doing what?”
“Picking at your scar. Stop it.”
I lower my hand from my face and grip the edges of my tunic. The edges of my braid - I need to take care of those ugly fucking ends one of these days - tickles my hand. You’re scaring people. Enjoy your lifetime of solitude, whether you’re actually into women or not. Who would want someone as shaky and deranged as you are?
Vestra should’ve killed you, if you were so determined to go back.
“I’m sorry,” I murmur to my feet.
“I’m not angry. If you pushed, I would’ve been, greatly so. But you didn’t. Stop shaking like a leaf.” There’s something in her tone that feels like cold water to the face. I breathe out and blink away a small selection of tears. Saltiest one always drops first! I’m imagining a little tear race now, little tear spectators cheering the racers on, tear savants testing the levels of salt in each one. The thought makes me giggle and I bury my head in my hands as I laugh.
“I’m not angry with you,” she repeats, gentler than before. Her voice is still as steely, though. “Go finish the laundry while I make lunch.”
Without a word, I retreat to my location at the corner of the room, where still wet clothes wait to be sorted and hung to dry. I put the dress to the side and continue sorting through the clothes; sometimes, I look at her, her back turned to me, and the shaking of my hands grows for a split second.
I try my best not to cry. Better save that energy for the worst of the shitshow that I know is yet to come.
I’ve forgotten that this is a house of grief and no sunlight can fix it. And I’ve walked over her grief in the same way I would walk over my own, but where I’m used to it, she isn’t. And even when we go to the same bed that night, seemingly forgetting what happened, and even when the sun rises the morning after, this is still a place where two grieving people decided to seek comfort because being broken together is somehow better than being broken alone.
No summer nor new kinds of sex can fix the holes in your heart.
I am tired of grief. I don’t know if it ever goes away, but for fuck’s everloving and everlasting sake, I’m so tired of it.
#wayfarer#wayfarer if#wayfarer mc#inspo birb has come to town#cassander inteus#aisanne bjornsdottir#elf oc#my writing#wayfarer fic#wayfarer writing#wanted bisexuality.. got bisexuality and anxiety#two for the price of one!#also opinions written about here are not mine! i am not my characters!#just so we're clear. i am not my character. neato? neato#i know y'all are nice about it but i feel like it needs to be here#also i will cheat and use my europe timezone to post this now bc it's the 9th <3#wfr anniversary
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Excuses to draw my OCs givin each other a little love? YOU BET! Taking the chance to draw some OC's I miss terribly (they ain't dead but I miss 'em)
Opportunity & Kenway up top, inspired by the 'almost' prompt, and Avaar & Calladyne below inspired by a sketch of them my good friend did a long time ago that I've loved ever since!
THEY'RE IN LOVE, YOUR HONOR.
#ockiss24#two for the price of one!#oc: avaar#oc: opportunity#its been so long since ive posted art that i forget what i tag it as....#my art#myart#seems like a good guess
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Most desperate things the 141 boys have done for sex because I can't stop thinking about it <3
John's begged for it. I mean on his hands and knees begging for a taste. I know this man is an avid pussy pronoun user too. He has been on his knees in front of you as you sit pretty on his couch, trailing kisses up your soft belly to your tits and then back down to your thighs.
"C'mon sweet girl lemme' 'ave a taste of 'er yeah? Know she fuckin' needs me hm? Just look at tha'" as he runs a thumb of the wetness that's seeped through you thin panties, just waiting for you to say the words and let him tear them off.
He knows if anybody else in the 141 or if any of his fellow soldiers could see him now, the Captain Price practically drooling over you and sweet talking your cunt like it could hear him they would have a fit. But he couldn't care less because you looked so fucking good right now so "just let 'er 'ave what she wants alright sweet thing?"
I just know Kyle has spent 70% of his last month's pay check on hotel room because the 5 star pent house suite was the only hotel room in your area left available during the holidays. He played it cool with an arm around your waist assuring you it was fine, acting like this was the room he wanted to get, not the one he was forced to have. But if he was being forced to do anything thank god it was spoiling you.
"Don't worry 'bout it love. Just make 'urself comfortable" He'll say in a sultry sweet tone, planting kisses up the side of your neck before excusing himself to the lavish bathroom to check his bank account. He had to make sure he still had enough to buy you a nice breakfast in the morning.
And you're already layed out so pretty for him on the bed so he's not complaining about anything. Especially not the mirror situated on the ceiling right above the bed. Oh and don't you dare suggest splitting the cost, "just split your legs for me hun, 's all ya need to do"
Johnny is eager, like so so eager. When a passionate make out session on your couch got even more heated than either of you had previously expected and he now had his fingers playing with the waistband of your skirt, letting his cold finger tips splay themselves just below. When he got to the hem of your panties and began to hook a finger into the lace you had to stop him,
"Johnny"
"Yea?" He was breathless, chasing your lips when you pulled away to talk. You almost felt bad for separating but if he was going to touch you, there was one request you needed to make. You had felt his nails drag across your thighs moments earlier, it felt wonderful but they were...a little long.
"Do ya nae want this hen?" He'd ask, looking at you like you were a piece of art. Pleading with his eyes, shining like they'd spill tears if you said yes.
"No, no I want this, I want you so so much. It's just..." you trailed off
"Tell me what's wrong bonnie and I'll fix it, yeah?" his hands kept you grounded to his lap either a soft grip on you ass.
"It's just- you're nails, they're a little long" your request was nothing more than whisper.
'Oh' Johnny knew he probably should have just asked for clippers, but you felt so damn good on his lap. He could feel your warm cunt through the zipper of his jeans and with your tits brushing against his chest he couldn't bring himself to move.
You watched in shock as he just began to just tear his nails off with his teeth. Without a second thought his pointer and middle finger nails were bit off to the skin. He paused and looked at his right hand before ripping off the index finger as well.
"Johnny what's gotten into you-?"
But he's already got his hands back down your skirt. Soft finger tips slipping between your folds. "Feel better now eh?" And when you just nuzzled your nose into his neck and let out a little whimper he chuckled "I'll take tha' as a yes"
Simon swallows his pride for the first time in his life for a chance at hitting it raw. You tell him it's okay to not use protection, that you're on birth control. But you needed to make sure that he didn't have any stds seeing as they're even more of a pain when you're on birth control. Not that you don't trust him you just want to make sure and it's not a problem for him seeing as he has to get tested every other week being in the military.
He doesn't, however, have his records on him at the moment and with a girl already lying in his bed telling him he can cum inside. Plus a raging hard on, he doesn't exactly feel like running back to base to get the paper work. So...next best thing.
"Price-"
"Rare for ya to call on leave Simon, whatchya need?" Price responds, his voice cracking through the face time call, a cigar dangling from his lips.
"Sir I need..." he looks back at you, your eyes expectant and shining. You wanted him and he wasn't going to fuck this up. "Can you send me a picture of my last med check results?" He rushes out the last part, elbow on his knee and hand dragging over his face.
Price quirks one eyebrow but doesn't look like he's going to ask any questions. Unlucky for Simon though, Johnny was also in the room. His voice distantly coming through the phone,
"The feck ya need those for l.t.?" He questioned
Simon just groaned, soap's addition to this call just made it even more frustrating. But he snapped out of his frustration at the sound of price opening his file cabinet. "What part?" Price asked, dismissing Johnny with a wave of his hand.
"The-" Simon began, this was fucking embarrassing but when he looked back to you, now perched on your hands and knees, the plush of you hips resting on your ankles, he'd do anything at this point. "STD results." He responded plainly.
"Aye! No fuckin' way mate!" The sound of a chair scraping the floor could be heard as Johnny began to clammer over to his captain who pulled the sheet from his files.
"Ya didn't tell me he was in the room" Simon growled
"Ya didn't ask" Price droned
Johnny's head popped into frame "show me what she looks like ey l.t?"
"Not happening" Simon deadpanned
"Aw c'monnnn" The sergeant whined "just proud of you for finally getting some action!"
"Enough." Simon could see you biting your lip to stifle a laugh out of the corner of his eyes, a curious look in your eyes at his reddened face.
"Sent a picture to ya Simon" Price huffed, letting Johnny give him one last "good luck!" Before hanging up the phone.
You were a mess of giggles as he just shook his head and shoved the phone results in your face for you to look at. "See. Clean."
"Okay okay" you giggled, finally letting his form eclipse you back onto the pillows
"Went through a hell of a lot of trouble for ya, sweet girl" he whispered, nipping at the shell of your ear.
"I'll make it worth it" you said, kissing the corner of his lip and tangling your fingers in the back of his hair
"Christ woman" he groaned, feeling his cock twitch at your promise, "gunna' be the death a' me"
#two of these situations actually happened to me#can you guess which ones lmao#johnny mactavish x reader#johnny soap mactavish#johnny mactavish#johnny x reader#johhny soap mactavish#soap x you#soap smut#kyle gaz garrick#kyle garrick#gaz x reader#gaz x you#gaz x y/n#gaz smut#kyle garrick x reader#kyle garrick x you#simon riley x you#simon riley#simon riley smut#simon ghost x reader#ghost x you#ghost x oc#simon ghost riley x reader#ghost x reader#ghost smut#john price#price x reader#price smut#price x you
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idt i did SotD yesterday but whether i did or not. you're getting two. /threat
AYYY WE GOT THE FIRST GHOST (LIKE THE BAND) SONG POG and it's one of my favorites bc i'm basic but listen sometimes i need tobias forge to tell me my soul isn't tainted even though i've been told so, okay
And the other one is actually relatively new to my life, it came on my Spotify DJ for Wrapped 2023, BAD LUCK! by Jhariah
this is a fucking bop and i need to listen to it more and find a playlist or seven for it
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‘why would zuko do that’ he is sixteen years old. ‘i don’t understand zuko’ are you or have you been sixteen years old. ‘zuko just makes bad decisions’ he is sixteen years old. ‘zuko burned down kyoshi island’ he’s literally sixteen years old. ‘zuko kidnapped a twelve year old and dragged him through the snow for hours’ yeah sure but he was sixteen years old. ‘zuko hired an assassin to capture aang, and said assassin went rogue and attempted to kill everyone’ yeah well he’s not good at critical thinking. he’s sixteen years old
#this post is a joke. i love zuko i would hit him with my car and then cradle his head like a dying baby deer#atla#zuko’s literally just a wet cat sorry. he’s not good at making decisions#this is a criticism of the ‘zuko can do no wrong’ ppl but ALSO a criticism of the ‘zuko is inherently bad and can never change’ ppl#two criticisms for the price of one post hehe#avatar the last airbender#prince zuko#zuko#talk tag
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AUSTIN BUTLER The Art and Soul of Dune: Part Two
#really got the digital version for this lol#even tho i got the over priced limited edition one lol#didn't notice the first time i watched it gonna see it again tomorrow#austin butler#dune#dune: part two#feyd rautha#abutleredit#need the bts footage neow!#feyd rautha harkonnen#Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen#Feyd-Rautha
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PALESTINIAN ESCAPE FUNDS (TRY TO DONATE AT LEAST $5 TO EACH)
1. Help Renad & Her Family Evacuate Gaza - £4,090 / 25,000 2. Help little children of Gaza stay safe and alive! - $1,278 / 35,000 3. Help Evacuate My Family from Gaza to Safety - €6,235 / 70,000 4. Urgent Appeal: Save Little Yusuf and His Family Amidst Gaza - €€30,901 / 85,000 5. Help Marah reunite with her family and save them - €7,994 / 55,000
#altogether donating $5 to each would be $25#which for me is about the price of two bubble teas. maybe one book.#its a small amount comparatively but it'll go a long way if multiple people show up for this#(also if a single person tries to pontificate in the tags about whether this sort of post guilt trips ppl who dont have money im blocking)#i really dont have patience for that rn#palestine#free palestine#free gaza#donations#free west bank#fundraiser#rafah
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jodła - /jɔdwa/ & jadło - /jadwɔ/
pwn & pwn | follow for more Polish words!
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The thing that's great about the Astarion romance is that it combines the quick-to-fuck slow-to-intimacy of both Zevran and Fenris's romance arcs with puppy eyes and the bone structure of a Czechian ossuary
I know plenty of people have talked about the similarities between Astarion and Fenris but overall they’re very different characters with one of the biggest differences being how they react to their trauma especially in regards to sex and relationships.
Fenris is someone who takes a long time to open up to their SO and he has a lot of walls that need to come down before he feels close to someone. It takes a lot for Fenris to start getting physical with a romanced Hawke. And even after their first night together Fenris is still afraid of physical affection and breaks up with Hawke. Sexual intimacy is still a lot of work with Fenris throughout his romance.
With the way his romance is written so far, Astarion’s attitude towards intimacy is the complete opposite. He’s very open to flirtying, with Tav, with Gale, with Shadowheart, Lae’zel can even get into bed with him if you don’t romance either of them. There are also mentions of Astarion going out and regularly seducing Cazador’s future victims. Astarion cope with his abuse by throwing himself into sexuality, as if to prove to himself that what Cazador did to him hasn’t affected him.
The notable thing about his romance as it stands in act 1 is that where it’s a very sexual and flirtatious relationship, Astarion doesn’t give himself over emotionally. You don’t see him opening up about his feelings and his trauma the way Fenriz does with Hawke. Where Fenris needs emotions before he can open up to sex in a relationship, Astarion prefers to keep things purely sexual and to keep his emotions to himself.
It’s interesting to see how Astarion’s romance will go when the full game is released, at the moment it’s like Fenris’s romance arc backwards.
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price is your neighbor, has been for a while but you’ve just never been able to properly introduce yourself. he’s gone often and you used to work too early for anyone else to be awake. but now he’s home and your schedule is a little better, so you decide that some cookies and an introduction are probably a good idea. (he’s handsome and you’re kind of lonely—one of the other older neighbors said something about him and how he’s a real man and they don’t have many of those anymore, and you can’t stop thinking about it)
so cookies—on a cute plate, covered in saran wrap and presented with a smile. he laughs, it’s kind of gruff, that soft, sort of surprised laugh like he wasn’t expecting you. he smiles back and you were right—he’s very handsome and the approving nature of his reaction makes your head rush. you two chat for a little bit, you want to go inside and eat a cookie with him but your nerves get in the way. you go back home and think about when you’ll get to see him again—maybe when he returns your plate.
but price is not like guys your age. he’s not clueless, he’s not slow to react. he’s actually traditional, and he thinks you coming over with cookies is an invitation. a girl your age—maybe a little too young for him but he doesn’t dwell on that for long—being as nice as you were deserves to be taken care of. and he fully intends on doing so, starting now.
which is why you end up really confused when your older neighbor tells you that she’s so pleased you and john are together now! and when price comes over to return your plate he starts fixing up random things in your place—a leaky faucet that caught his eye, a flickering light bulb, the squeaky door hinge he always hears, talking about the wedding he’s attending in a few months and if you’d like to match your dress to his tie…
#this one is like price thinks you two are dating after one interaction#aka what i want rn#john price#john price x reader
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Vincent Price kisses his daughter, Victoria's boo boo during an intermission backstage of his performance in Peter Pan (1964)
A little backstory...Victoria's mother took her to see her father in a production of Peter Pan and Vincent was captain Hook. When Victoria saw her father on-stage, with a hook for a hand, she says she threw an "audible" fit. So her mother, Mary Price took her backstage during the intermission to see that he's still her father. He showed her his hook and proved to her that it's only a clothes hanger and she felt better.
@citizenkampbell
#vincent price#victoria Price#peter pan#captain hook#photo#photo courtesy of Victoria price#mary grant#mary grant price#bts#behind the scenes#awww this is so sweet#i love this photo#one of my favorites of the two of them#you can see the love#bicon#bisexual#i love this#horror#old horror movies#vintage#movie#actor#handsome
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Soap can outdrink Ghost and Gaz. No doubt.
He can match Price pretty well but more often than not he can outdrink Price.
He tries to outdrink Alejandro and Rudy once. Manages to outdo Alejandro. He blacks out and wakes up several hours later and Rudy is still drinking.
He tries to outdrink Nikolai one occasion that they dub the incident, never once does he even think about it because it's been months and he still gags at the smell of anything vaguely alcoholic.
But these instances lead him to his best plan yet, get Rudy and Nikolai in the same place for a night and see who can outdrink the other.
#john soap mactavish#simon ghost riley#kyle gaz garrick#captain john price#cod nikolai#alejandro vargas#rodolfo rudy parra#jokes on him if he does it just results in the two sharing their deepest life stories and traumas to eachother#alejandro and price have to bully their respective partners to bed#rudy very politely tries to convince alejandro to let him get a cat for the base because he really wants one just let him get a kitty pleas#nikolai smacks johns arse then promptly falls into bed and is asleep within two minutes
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I need every Leonard McCoy/DeForest Kelley fan to go watch Bonanza's "The Decision" post-haste: YouTube (48 min.)
It features Kelley as a country doctor falsely accused of murder, and it's such a great McCoy prototype. He serves absolute cunt behind bars, is a hall of fame wife guy, and has his shirt half unbuttoned the whole episode. Please.
#deforest kelley#leonard mccoy#bonanza#westerns#also features Jon Hoyt as the antagonist--he plays pike's doctor in the TOS pilot/The Menagerie#two star trek actors for the price of one western!
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this is my natural blond wash propaganda
#rvb#red vs blue#rvb wash#rvb washington#rvb york#rvb maine#my art#batsy art#they get to be so goofy as a treat#the fandom decided wash had dyed hair but everyone was like 'its dark and he dyes it blond' and i just dont buy it personally#no way he has consistent enough access to bleach to keep his hair a decent blond color if its naturally dark#headcanon: PFL already had oodles and noodles of black hair dye for tex so its easier to get ur hands on#york is trying so hard to not laugh (maine ruined his plan to take bets on how long it'd take wash to notice the blond patch in the back)#wash and tex unknowingly share the role of 'blue team blond who cant b bothered to stay on top of their roots' to me and i love it#lose church and tex? gained wash? two blue team habits for the price of one! bossy screeching punching /and/ hair dye night! what a deal
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ha. haha. this is fine.jpg
#project hadea#spoilers#interactive fiction#nash#orion#userpharawee#ok ok oK I only played through the update once and without my previous savegame so I'll definitely have to do it again#(and again. and a-)#but hOOOoOO BOY ?? ? WHAT AN ABSOLUTE BANGER OF A CHAPTER#IT HAS EVERYTHING: ACTION! DRAMA!! TWO ANGRY BUGS FOR THE PRICE OF ONE!!!#AND HOW CAN YOU JUST END IT THERE I'M#I'M NOT OKAY T_T
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