#[ ps thank you emily for the graphic it's beautiful ]

[muffinlance]

Newish reader but I've been loving your work SO MUCH, and subsequently craving more of that brand of story-feels. So a) THANK YOU for writing and for sharing your work, it is SO LOVELY, and b) do you uh... do you have any random book recs? (Already looked through your list of fic bookmarks on ao3.) (P.S. Thank you again, your found family feels are so *chef's kiss* good, and your reluctant or not-so-reluctant dad!characters are all SUCH GOOD DADS.)

Do I have book recs

DO I EVER

The Sparrow by Mary Doria Russell: we pick up an alien song coming from a nearby star. While governments debate what to do, the Jesuits fund an expedition. Do NOT look up plot summaries, it is way too easy to get spoiled on this one. Beautiful writing, vividly human humans, alien-yet-understandable aliens. Trigger warning: rape.

Lovecraft Country by Matt Ruff: 1960s America. A black family deals with racism and Eldritch horrors, and fucking kills it. Sometimes literally. Trigger warning: people being racist assholes. Author is African American themselves, and the black characters have hella agency. Also Lovecraft-typical horror.

Station Eleven by Emily St. John Mandel: who wants to read about a plague apocalypse during a plague apocalypse? THIS GIRL. Trigger warnings: implied rape, some underage, and lots of death. NOT a grimdark apocalypse though.

Everything by Ted Chiang. Short story writer, most famous for "Story of your life", which the movie Arrival is based on. "Understand" and "Exhalation" are also amazing, and his work is pretty easy to find online. This dude. This dude is my role model. No particular trigger warnings.

Anything by Neil Gaiman, he's famous enough I doubt I need to elaborate. No particular trigger warnings unless you pick up the Sandman graphic novels (highly recommended), and then All The Trigger Warnings, especially in volume one.

Raptor Red by Robert T. Bakker: who likes novels about dinosaurs written by actual paleontologists? DEFINITELY THIS GIRL. I went through a phase in childhood where I read this thing pretty much everyday. Still holds up as an adult. Trigger Warnings: it's about nature, things die and/or get eaten lots.

The Last Whales by Lloyd Abbey: another childhood favorite that in retrospect was Not For Children. The apocalypse, from the point of view of whales. Trigger warning: hopeful ending, but RL-typical Humans Being Awful To Oceans. And it is an apocalypse story, plus a nature story, so. Things die. Things get eaten. Orcas are dicks.

The Mote in God's Eye by Jerry Pournelle and Larry Niven: ridiculously engaging first contact book. Also who the heck was letting me pick books as a child? (No one, that's who. I was an INDEPENDENT THIRD GRADER and you COULDN'T STOP ME. ...Except from reading Moby Dick, which definitely got me mocked too much in the classroom so I didn't get past chapter one until adulthood.) I read this in like, sixth grade, I do not accurately recall trigger warnings.

Warriors Don't Cry by Melba Pattillo Beals: autobiography of one of the Little Rock Nine. Trigger Warnings: All The Racism. That's kind of the point.

Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been? by Joyce Carol Oates: short story, easy to find, had a ridiculous impact upon my childhood and writing for a story I didn't read until adulthood (my mom read it long ago in college, and told me of a man in ill-fitting boots that might or might not have been hiding cloven hooves. This was a Very Influential Image.) Recommender Chose Not To Apply Trigger Warnings. Nothing graphic.

The Paper Menagerie by Ken Liu: another short story that you can have LeVar Fucking Burton read to you, it is so soothing. PS LeVar Burton (of Star Trek TNG and Reading Rainbow fame) has a podcast. He reads you stories. You should be listening. Trigger warnings: racism and assimilationist themes.

The Ballad of Black Tom by Victor LaValle: in which a black writer has WAY too much fun deconstructing the magical negro trope and the inherent racism in Lovecraft's writing and I am HERE for it. The malicious glee in this book is top notch. Same warnings as for Lovecraft Country.

Ursula K. Le Guin, everything. My first intro to her was Earthsea, she's also quite famous for The Left Hand of Darkness. Google by book for warnings.

The Last Unicorn by Peter S. Beagle: had your heart broken by the movie as a child? Prepare to be good-hurt in EVEN MORE WAYS! No particular warnings.

The Girl Who Drank the Moon by Kelly Barnhill: it's just nice and I like it okay? No particular warnings.

My wrist hurts from swiping and I'm at the end of my history in Libby and there is a baby sleeping on me so I can't go upstairs and look at my bookshelf, so this list is complete. Return to me when you need more.

[thebetterblxck]

i've lost your war, our kingdom is gone

It was done.  It had finally been done.  He wasn’t surprised, not really.  He’d been paying attention, after all, and it wasn’t exactly a long distance jump to make.  As the order was handed down, he felt almost numb.  Not surprised, not pained.  In fact, he felt strangely at peace.  Because a decision had been made for him, one he’d struggled with and one he’d avoided.  But there was no more avoiding now.  The next step with The Riddle had to be taken.

Because Regulus would not — could not — kill his brother.

He felt like he was walking through a thick and heavy sea as he left the room, left the Dark Lord and his most loyal supporters in the circle where they’d stood.  He couldn’t see their faces behind their masks but he knew who stood there, anyone would have.  

Bella was there, next to the Dark Lord as she so often was.  He wasn’t sure if it was sadness or anger that filled him at the thought of her smiling behind her mask.  No love was lost between Bella and Sirius and Regulus wondered if the gravity of what he was being asked to do was truly understood.  This wasn’t just punishing Sirius for what he’d done.  She stood there beside the Dark Lord with pride and glee, not a qualm in the world about asking Regulus to kill his own brother.  He wondered if she would feel the same were it her being asked to kill Andromeda.  A part of him, sadly, thought she probably would.  

Lucius was among those bodies.  The man who had stepped in to fill the void Sirius had created in Regulus’ chest when he left had never truly understood or accepted how Regulus could still feel such a connection to the traitor.  Regulus wondered, as he walked, if he could have done more to explain it.  To help him understand.  He should have trusted Lucius more, he thought as he exited.  Should have turned to him when things became too much to bear.  He was nineteen and too scared of looking weak to ask for help.  It had gotten him into trouble more than he could count with Cassie and yet he never had learned.  

Cassie.  She wasn’t there.  She could have been, she warranted a place, but her connection to Regulus kept her out of the circle.  There could be no risk of Regulus knowing before this meeting what would be asked of him and there could be no bias among those charged with making sure he did as he was told.  Severus, though, and Barty.  They could both be there.  Regulus wondered if they were, if they stood shoulder to shoulder with all the other faceless bodies and watched him as he made his way from the room with his head held as high as he could manage.  He wondered if they smiled, if they felt relief.  Once and for all, Regulus’ melancholy whining about his brother would be silenced.  Severus probably was.  He hoped with all his heart that this was hard for at least Barty to bear watching.

The door closed behind him with a sound that was both soft and thundering.  It closed not only on the room but on a piece of his life.  There would be no going back from this.  This was the decision he and Cassie had been avoiding as long as they could.  They worked to solve The Riddle, they swore it was what they wanted and yet they played the part of faithful Death Eaters.  Cassie followed orders, dirtied her hands, did as she was told whether or not she believed anymore in the reasons why.  That would end here, at least for Regulus.  She had promised to do whatever he’d been asked to keep his cover in tact but this wasn’t an option.  

As soon as he was a safe distance from the room, he turned on his heel and Apparated to their home.  The home he shared and built with Cassie.  He’d never planned to have a house like this.  A house he called a home and actually meant it.  He’d always imagined growing and marrying someone his mother chose, living in Number 12 until the house became his and his parents had passed on.  He’d not planned on falling in love, marrying that woman with his parents permission if not blessing, building a home with her.  They’d talked of children within these walls, had had their taste of them with Beni.  They’d fought and cried and laughed and loved.  

There was a chance they still would. It was slim, Regulus knew, but it was a chance.  He’d hoped not to be doing this alone.  He’d hoped they would have thought of something — anything — because alone the odds were not good.  He hoped, he thought of the best, but they were unprepared.  He was unprepared.  They didn’t know how to drain the liquid in the bowl, not yet, and that was the key.  It would be his own willpower against magic created by the most powerful dark wizard ever to live.  That was his only chance.  And he was not the Black brother known for being stubborn.

He sat behind his desk in his study.  Cassie wasn’t home from work, not yet.  He wished she was.  He was glad she wasn’t.  She’d try and stop him and she’d succeed.  He couldn’t deny her anything, not when he knew it would hurt her.  Seeing the fear and pain in her eyes would be too much.  He had to do this before she got home, before he could turn to her for help.  If all went well, he’d be home shortly after her.  She’d know nothing until it was done.  Regulus was too logical, though, too pragmatic to count on everything going well.  And if it didn’t, she needed some kind of explanation.  

He thought he’d go through sheet after sheet of ruined parchment trying to get the words right but as he started writing, they simply came.  His quill scratched against the desk and the only sound in the house was was that and his breathing.  And, if you listened closely enough, the pounding of his heart.  

It was as he tried to write to Sirius, as he tried to explain in words what couldn’t be translated that he ruined the parchment.  In the end, what he slipped into an envelope addressed to his brother was short and succinct.  It was all he needed to say and, he hoped, all Sirius would need to hear.  

Both letters written and sealed, Regulus had one last stop to make before he could be on his way.  He slipped the letters into the top middle drawer of his desk and locked it.  He wanted no one stumbling on them until and unless they were necessary.  It would be in the list of instructions he left Kreacher.  

At the door, he wrapped a cloak around his shoulders.  It was November now, the weather was solidly chilled if not cold.  He could have apparated there or used the Floo but he wanted the walk.  The quiet steps in the cold and crisp air to try and calm the maelstrom of thoughts buffeting about in his mind.  The last time he’d shown up at Lavinia’s door he’d been in a state.  He’d just fought with Cassie and he’d been a wreck.  Now, though, he was calm.  His normal air of being completely put together was in tact as if everything wasn’t preparing to crumble around him.  He almost felt at peace with it, now.  There was little uncertainty left and he found, as desperately as he hated the conclusion things had come to, it was relieving to have the decision made.  He no longer wondered what to do and when, he only had to check things off a list as he completed the tasks now made necessary.  

He hadn’t expected her to fight so much about it.  Well, he’d expected her to fight — she wouldn’t have been Lavinia had she not — but he didn’t expect her to be so affected.  Hadn’t expected her to beg him not to do whatever it was he was going to do.  Not as Cassie’s friend or Barty’s but just as herself.  As his own friend.  It had tested his resolve and he had wavered but in the end he knew there was no other option.  Not if Sirius was to stay safe.  And Cassie and Barty and Beni and everyone else Regulus would endanger by refusing the Dark Lord’s order and expecting everything else to remain the same.  

Lavinia knew it too, he though.  She’d grown up in the same world, she knew the stakes.  And so when it came to it, he knew she would do as he asked and look after Cassie and Barty.  She was the only one who could, the only one with any hope of keeping them together without losing it herself.  She would keep his secret, it would destroy Cassie quite literally if she didn’t, and she would help to clean up any mess he left in his wake.  He promised her he would do his best to make sure she had no promise to uphold and he would.  He truly would.  But as the seconds ticked by, he was less and less confident.

He didn’t walk back home, not this time.  His well polished calm was stretched to the limit and he didn’t want to be left alone with his thoughts.  Laying it all out to Lavinia, everything but the locket and the details about it, had made it all more real than he was prepared for and he suddenly felt a rush of adrenaline, a desperate need to get this done before he thought better of it.  He appeared with a crack in the foyer of the house — his mother’s house, not the home he shared with Cassie.  He couldn’t go there again if he intended to leave it — and found Kreacher in his cupboard in the kitchen.  

The elf wanted to return to that cave even less than Regulus wanted to see it but an order was an order and Kreacher always had been the most loyal to Regulus.  Before they left, the Black heir recited the list of things he needed from Kreacher.  If he didn’t come back, the elf was given the key to his desk at the other house and was to give both letters to Cassie.  (If Kreacher were to show up on Sirius’ doorstep with the letter, Regulus wasn’t sure it would be read before Sirius burned it thinking it a ploy by their mother.)  Then he was to go to Lavinia and tell her what happened — an abridged version — so she could go to Cassie as Regulus was sure his wife would otherwise lock herself away until she was too far gone to be comforted.

All that was left was to go to the cave.  

Getting there was easy.  Kreacher knew the way and Regulus followed him obediently, the way as a boy he’d followed him to the bath when it was bedtime or around the house when the elf was meant to be working.  He’d done it when Sirius was too busy to play with him or his mother was too disinterested.  He’d done it when he felt lonely or bored.  Kreacher had been the only person who had always been happy to see him when he was growing up and Regulus remembered that now as the small, old elf kept looking regretfully back over his shoulder and asking if Master Regulus wouldn’t perhaps like to go back and forget the whole plan.

Master Regulus would have loved to go back, to forget it all and never come to this place again, but that wasn’t an option.  Instead he shook his head and they made their way together through the hidden entry, to the boat that Kreacher told him how to raise, and across the glassy and foreboding surface of that eery lake.  

The locket Cassie had made, the replica she’d crafted painstakingly from pictures and notes, sat heavy in his pocket and he fingered it nervously as the boat glided along on it’s own.  It was no longer the only outward sign of his nerves, though.  Alone now with only Kreacher, his face had paled and his brow was permanently furrowed.  He looked sick and scared, more like a boy than a man.  At only eighteen, that wasn’t untrue.  

When they reached the island in the middle of the lake, Kreacher was eyeing the basin with fear filled eyes and Regulus physically had to turn the small elf so his back was to it and he could focus on the young master’s face.  

“Take this,” he said, his voice coarse and shaking.  He held out the locket.  Kreacher did a double take between the locket in Regulus’ hand and the basin.  “Once I’ve emptied the basin, you need to switch the lockets.  I need you to put that one —” he nodded at the fake Kreacher now held “— in the basin and take the real one.  I need you to keep it safe.”

“But Master Regulus cannot empty the basin, the only way to do it is to —”

"I know that, Kreacher, but it’s the only way.”

“No, Kreacher can do it.  Master Regulus will order Kreacher to return home and then he will leave Kreacher to do it like last time, he cann—”

“Kreacher.  Thank you.  Thank you for taking care of me even now but I can do this.  I just need your help.  Please.  Can you help me?  Can you do the things I’ve asked?”

He didn’t order, didn’t tell Kreacher what it was he had to do.  He wouldn’t, not here.  Not for this.  When the house elf nodded, huge eyes wet, it was of his own volition.  There was — however — one order he had to give.  

“Kreacher, no matter what happens to me, you must return home with the locket.  You must return and you mustn’t tell my mother what happened here.  You can tell Cassie, please tell Cassie, but my mother can’t know.  The locket must be destroyed.  Do you understand?”

Kreacher nodded again though there were tears now streaming down his face.  The sight shook Regulus to his core and the only thing he could do beside get back in the boat and flee was to step toward the basin.  He conjured a simple cup, nothing fancy or ornate.  It didn’t need to be, it was as simple as it’s objective.  He dipped the glass into the water, filling it, and took a deep breath.  He held the air there in his lungs for a moment, staring at the glass, before bringing it to his lips.  

He felt nothing after the first glass, not really.  A bit shaky, perhaps, but he wasn’t certain that wasn’t his own fear playing tricks on him.  Another glass made him sure the shakiness wasn’t just of his own making but nothing worse than that.  The more he drank, the harder he found it to take a satisfying breath.  He was wholly focused on the task at hand.  A couple more glasses followed in quick succession — he was eager to be done — and he dropped to his knees.  

The cave was blurry, his vision unable to focus.  He wasn’t sure he was there or not.  Maybe it was all some horrible dream, the cave and the locket and this whole terrible plan.  But dreams didn’t hurt this much, he didn’t think.  His whole body ached and burned, as if he was being burned from the inside out.  Hoarse and weak groans escaped his lips as he forced another glassful of the potion to his lips.  He cried out as he swallowed it, the glass falling from his hand as he fell forward.  He was supporting himself on all fours, barely, when the glass appeared in his vision again.  

“Master Regulus — must — sob — drink.”  

Kreacher stood next to him with red rimmed eyes brimming with quickly falling tears but a look of stubborn determination on his face.  He held the glass and coaxed it to Regulus’ lips.  Like a child, Regulus drank.  He remembered years past, being sick in bed and drinking awful potion after potion given to him by Kreacher as the house elf nursed him to health.  But this time, the more he drank, the more it hurt.  His whimpers turned to moans and those moans turned to screams.  All the while, Kreacher stood beside him, murmuring comfort and bringing the glass time and time again to his lips.  

Finally, after hours and minutes and years, the glass stopped coming.  

“Master Regulus will wait here.”

He was sobbing now, curled up on himself on the cold ground and he nodded at Kreacher.  The house elf disappeared then from his vision, up to the basin to do as he’d been instructed, and Regulus tried to withstand the burning sensation that was coursing through him.  Death would be a relief, a welcome respite from the pain that was consuming him.  He needed water, needed to dampen the fire that raged through his veins and under his skin.  Kreacher would be a moment, he had a job to do, and Regulus pulled himself with terrible effort to the edge of the island where water lapped at stone.

His hand slipped into the water, cupped to hold as much as he could, but he could not pull it back.  A white, clammy hand gripped his wrist.  It held tight enough to threaten bone and the cold seared through the burning he felt.  Where there was one, suddenly there were two, three, four.  They pulled and Regulus fought.  He scrambled weakly to his knees, trying to pull his hand free of their grasp.  He succeeded for only a moment but as he looked up, bodies with sunken eyes and dripping limbs emerged from the water surrounding him.  They chambled towards him, clamoring onto the island.  

“Kreacher, go.  NOW.”  

This was, unlike his voice moments ago, was a roar.  It was all he had left in him.  The tell tale crack that echoed through the cave told him that Kreacher had obeyed.  

He didn’t stop fighting.  Didn’t stop struggling against the hands that reached for him.  The more he fought, the more he came back to himself.  He wasn’t strong enough for this, not by any means, but the effects of the potion had begun to recede, bit by torturous bit.  It was not fast enough, though, and he felt himself stumble as hands tugged him towards the water.  The only sound in the cave was his voice as he flung weak curses and grunted through physical defenses.  Splashes joined as he lost ground and slipped towards the edge of the water.  

The cold shocked him and he paused for only a moment.  It was long enough for a force from behind to knock against him.  His chest splashed in the water as he fell.  Water filled his lungs and now he struggled to lift his head above water.  He managed only for a moment and took a breath before he was pushed down again.  The ground slipped from beneath him as he was pulled farther from the island into water that was far deeper than it appeared.  

He got one more breath in before the surface was lost to him for good.  

It was quiet beneath the water.  It had been quiet in the caves but the quiet was heavy in the water.  Though he struggled still, his movements were weaker and they were silenced by the water around him.  The light of the cavern — dim though it was — grew farther and farther away as he was pulled downward.  He closed his eyes.  He didn’t want to see it.  

The darkness behind his eyes enveloped him.  The pressure of the water closed in on him.  His lungs screamed for air and he fought desperately now not agains the hands that doomed him but against his own body not to breath.  He lost that battle too, though, and his mouth opened, gasping for air that didn’t exist.  Water rushed into his lungs and he coughed, which filled them faster.  

The burning returned, the lack of air scorching him.  And then it eased.  It slowed.  Like a blanket damping out flames, heaviness settled on him.  

And the pain — and his heart — stopped.

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[freshloveswift]

My Top 10 Jacksepticeye series

Since Sean reacted to the “Top 10 Jacksepticeye series” WatchMojo & Sean asked to share what our favorite series on the channel were, so here’s my top 10 favorite series that are in no particular order (plus honorable mentions cause I just love a lot of series that he has done)

Fran Bow After watching Sean’s series, it became one of my favorite games and I just love the psychological horror to it. Also, not to mention, that it starts off in an asylum and I have a huge fascination on learning about asylums. Plus, Sean’s voice acting was superb and the voices he gave to the characters is still one of my favorites cause he brings the Fran Bow characters to live

Until Dawn I just absolutely love the mo-cap and the details of this game. After I first watched Sean’s series, it got me instantly hooked and I needed to buy this game so I can play it for myself, which I eventually did last year. I don’t know this is still one of the series that I can go back to and rewatch again.

The Last Guardian This whole game was absolutely beautiful and breathtaking. Seeing Sean gush over Trico, throughout the series, will always be one of my favorite moments because it was too precious and adorable. I remembered back when this series was ongoing back at the end of 2016, I got so excited whenever Sean uploaded a new episode because I was so giddy and curious to see what happened next... Also, I was excited to see more of Sean get soft over Trico. This game is on my list of PS4 games I wanna play if I ever get a PS4 because I need to experience it myself. PS, let Sean have his own Trico.

Bendy and the Ink Machine When Sean uploaded the first part, I got instantly hooked and wanted to know more about this game, and I can’t wait for the final chapter to be released because I am curious to see how it all ends. I love the cartoon aesthetic style that it has going on, and I love this game that I had to buy a Bendy pin, thanks to Sean for playing this game on the channel. Also, I can’t forget the cute moment in Chapter 3 where Sean heard himself and his reaction hearing his voice was too adorable & precious.

A Normal Lost Phone This might’ve only been a two-part series, but this brought so many emotions and feelings while I was watching it. I’m still figuring myself out, but hearing Sean be so open just made me cry because he’s open-minded and doesn’t judge on being yourself. Off tangent here, but I’m so hecking glad that someone like Sean exists and he’s my hero because he’s the angel that we deserve. Also, his smile when he saw Samira’s picture at the pride parade where she was truly herself made me soft.

Jacksepticeye Power Hour Okay, I know this isn’t a game series, but I always find myself going back and rewatching the videos (especially the Chase Brody one *cough* *cough*). I just love watching Sean act as a different character and be all goofy & silly because the power hour videos bring a smile to my face, and I always look forward to whenever he uploads one. I can’t wait for the next power hour episode.

Human Fall Flat w/ Robin One of the series that I can go to and get a good chuckle because it makes me laugh every damn time. Sean’s collabs with Robin is probably one of my favorites, if not, my all time favorite collabs because they just get along so well & their overall chemistry is freaking top notch. Like when they’re together, it’s comedy gold. I can always count on them to make me laugh.

Life is Strange Okay, hear me out: I know this game gets shitted on the dialogue but it was the first game that introduced me to the channel and led me to binge watching Sean’s videos. This game holds sentimental value to me. I just find the atmosphere calming and relaxing, and it’s one of those series that I go to if I need to relax and the soundtrack is phenomenal. Anyways, I could write a book on why Sean’s LiS series means the world to me, but I’ll stop before it gets too wordy and I can’t wait to watch him Life is Strange 2 next month.

Night in the Woods  I absolutely love this game and there were some parts that spoke to me. Sean’s voices for the main characters is just perfect, and sometimes, I’ll quote Gregg and speak into the voice that Sean gave him. Also, it was another chilled calming atmosphere and the graphics were super pretty. The dialogue was outstanding, and just, Sean’s commentary in that series is one of my favorites because I find myself quoting some of it.

 What Remains of Edith Finch This game is fucking amazing and I am so glad that it’s finally getting the recognition it deserves. The message behind it was truly special and hearing Sean’s thoughts on it at the end is something that I go back to. The graphics were beyond gorgeous, and it’s another one of those chilled series where it’s calming & relaxing to watch.

Honorable Mentions: Simulacra Last Day of June Cuphead Uncharted 4 Detroit: Become Human Emily is Away Bloopers & Outtakes Emily is Away Too Shadows of the Colossus  Kindergarten Bully Little Nightmares Would You Rather Hidden Agenda Prop Hunt Sea of Thieves Dream Daddy The BOSS Batman: Telltale The Walking Dead Stories Untold Happy Wheels Reading Your Comments A Day with Jack vlogs Raft A Way Out Don’t Starve Together w/ Robin House Flipper VR series That Dragon, Cancer Presentable Liberty The Beginner’s Guide Google Feud Jacksepticeye’s Funniest Home Videos SuperHOT Doki Doki Literature Club Slime Rancher Drum Covers Player’s Unknown Battleground Paradigm Duck Life Opening Your Gifts Undertale Valiant Hearts Passpartout Uncharted: Lost Legacy Sally Face The Escapists Outlast The Sims 4 Resident Evil 7 Peace, Death Manuel Samuel Portal 2 w/ Bob Detention Layers of Fear Party Hard Raft Oxenfree Japan World Cup Hitman The Final Station Little Inferno Brothers: A Tale of Two Sons Planet Coaster We Happy Few World of Goo Rocket League Attack on Titan: Wings of Freedom

Anyways, I should stop right now, but moral of this post? I love all of Sean’s videos and as I may have some series that sticks out to me for personal reasons, I don’t think I can just pick out “top 10″ or “top 5″ because most of those series in the honorable mentions are higher than that because I love watching those series and hearing Sean gush, or comment, on the games and hear his opinions afterwards. Long story short: Sean makes me smile with his videos because the channel is my safe haven, and I can’t wait to see what cool videos he’ll make cause he’s such a cool, creative, motivating dude with ideas that I can’t wait to see become a reality because your acting is gonna blow me away.