#and they have been buds since!!!!

[ahollowgrave]

// In which Odette & None go fishing...

You are a world away when you feel the line tug. Your hands respond more out of surprise than any real skill, a sharp tug upward. Out of the corner of your eye, you see None’s big ears twitch and they rise. Embarrassment burns in your cheeks. You want to impress None but fishing has never been one of your talents.

They are next to you soon enough, guiding you through the steps. Pull, reel, pull -- let him go a little, sweets but not too much. Is he heavy? Their voice is a rasp, a fall of gravel. It is low and quiet as though they fear the fish might hear and give up the pursuit. Their fingers close around the pole, carefully avoiding touching you. Gratitude filled you twice over.

With None’s aid, the fish is out of the water before long. They nimbly remove the hook from the fish’s lip - you wince in sympathy, feel a burning in your throat - and then None gestures to you. You lift your arm so they can measure the fish against it, expression thoughtful.

You think None is beautiful. 

(You would never tell them this, they would say thank you but they would hate it.)

Their hair is a dark, deep green that reminds you of moss and their eyes are large and brown like the worn leather of your pack. Their fingers are calloused and their face lined with age and grief. It never tells you much but you know None well enough to read the minute changes.

(You once told them they must have been born old and sad. You had meant it in a mean way. You had been twelve. None had laughed and the sound had filled you with such joy that you saved it, folded it up many times, and stored it in a corner of your heart.)

None pulled the fish back with a shake of their head, the end of their big, droopy ears swaying with the motion.

“Too small.”

They kissed each of the fish’s cheeks, the air just above its scales, and then wordlessly held it out to you.

You obediently leaned forward to mimic the gesture; a kiss for thanks and a kiss for luck. The fish stared blankly back at you, mouth gaping. None turned and squatted to gently release it into the water once more.

“S’good catch,” they murmured as they washed their hands.

“It was too small,” you detest how your voice whines when you say it and you sink a little more into your embarrassment. 

“Lotta things are,” None replied with a shrug. Their voice was dry as ever. Nothing ever phased None and it made you envious, crybaby that you are. “We just try again.” They turned back to you and patted their stomach and, unexpectedly, gifted you with one of their grins; fierce and out of place on their exhausted features.

(You do your best to memorize the expression. Forever stealing traits from those you adore; it is the only love language you know.)

None is saying, “I’ve got a big hunger so, get back to it.” They hand you the fishing line. They have already baited your hook for you and though it wasn’t your hands that pierced the worm with the hook you still feel… queasy. You watch it wiggle for a while, trying to puzzle through the emotions that sit heavy in your stomach. 

None hasn’t let go of the fishing pole. They are watching you.  You don’t mind, you never have. None watches you how they watch everyone; how you imagine a tree might watch a squirrel upon its branch. They are only observing, perhaps some mild concern for safety.

Their eyebrows lift in a silent question.

You want so badly to be something else, at this moment. But you are what you are and your heart beats from the edge of your sleeve.

“Does it hurt…?” your voice is so small.

None’s right ear twitched and they looked down at the worm on the hook.

“Probably.”

“Oh.” Not the answer you wanted and your heart constricted painfully.

None makes a noise. Some might think it annoyance, maybe anger. You know it is helplessness. The silence stretches long.

“If I take it off the hook it will likely die anyway, sweets.” Their voice has changed. You hate and love that you have this power; to change the enduring monotone of None’s voice. It is softer now. Like someone has laid velvet over the gravel in a strange attempt at comfort. “Next town I’ll buy different bait.”

It is a victory of a sort but you do not feel pleased. You can only watch the worm on the hook.

Eventually, None casts the line and places the pole in your hands.

“Fish gotta eat, sweets. So do I.” It is gently said and you think None would kiss your brow if you were different. 

For the first time, you are thankful you do not. 

[utilitycaster]

perhaps unpopular but while I do agree the EXU interlude likely killed some of the momentum, I also...don't mind that the party didn't talk much this episode? I feel like the start of the episode created an opening that not everyone took, though we did have some good moments, but also, for all I adore episode 2x30 and 1x69 re: wake of a character's death, and i do think 3x92's first half was very strong, it feels very right and in-character that Ashton isn't ready to talk about it (and that Dorian isn't really talking yet either).

[imminent-danger-came]

WHAT DO YOU MEAN THIS IS IN THE “A Hero is Born” SPECIAL.

I had always assumed that Monkie King’s stone looked like this:

Intentional foreshadowing or not, its interesting to me.

[cinnamon-flame]

I played some Alicia online again and I just had to draw another armor set, twin drawing to this one. I also decided to include my favorite animal companion cause I love her

[dawnsfragrance]

I regret to inform that I’ve been afflicted with the I can’t write about love unless it’s heartache syndrome

[random0lover]

I hate men and their need to act like any emotional reactions you have while you’re on your period is just you being “hormonal” and “not yourself”

(Rant in tags)

[obessivedork]

I love writing a Sole Survivor who was a rural farm kid before moving to Sanctuary with their spouse. Yes they're mechanically inclined, yes they know how to shoot and harvest an entire radstag properly, yes they know how to build a campfire and a shelter for the night, yes they are very knowledgeable about crops and well-digging. Miss Lawyer and Mister Soldierboy are both catching cholera their first DAY out of the vault but this Farm kid is GOING to find and destroy the Institute no problem

[radioroxx]

ok bear with me for a sec trying to think how to phrase this

in order to destroy all three glamrocks and get all the upgrades, youre required to stay past 6am for freddy to give you the extra pass. before ruin came out we all assumed this was the canon ending where you would go down to see burntrap. you’re required to have all three upgrades to get down there so it made sense

BUT. we now know princess quest is the actual ending. in princess quest route, you’re only required to destroy two animatronics. roxy (always required) and chica (her route starts in fazerblast -> find vanny hideout -> pq3). you can get the three star ending without ever doing the monty boss fight.

(and even if the player DOES choose monty first, you can still go back to fazerblast post-6am and go straight to vannys hideout ending instead of doing the trash compactor)

anyway anyway. the point is that it is entirely possible in the 3 star ending for one of the glams to have survived. we didnt need all the parts. but we see them in ruin, and ALL of their special upgrades are missing. WHICH MEANS,

gregory found and played the first two games. destroyed two animatronics. SURVIVED til 6am. THEN he went back, saved vanessa, and killed the last band member forrr…the fun of it?? to rub it in?

honestly props to him lol

[quietrobots]

system posting

[arctic-hands]

I have joined the society of bluetooth earphones

[riddler-apologist]

hi chat,

im quitting my shitting $12/hr job tomorrow and i need encouragement because i have authority issues and the thought of my boss being mad at me makes me nauseated

pls send some kind words 😭😭

[mustard-gas]

Thank you for the potassium buddy, I saved you half!!

I'm also deeply confused!!!! :-D

[arolesbianism]

I hand you a doodle and then go back to dying of the plague

[true-blue-sonic]

Cream and Charmy being picky eaters because they're little kids and giving Silver the food they don't want to eat and he happily eats it

Now I have the funniest mental imagine in my head of Charmy, who's been sat down at the table by Espio and is N O T allowed to leave before he's eaten all his Brussels' sprouts. Bickering about it doesn't work, because Espio is just ignoring him and only intervenes to grab him by his scruff if he dares fly off... But in comes Silver, followed by a suspicious silence, and as Espio turns around Charmy proudly proclaims he ate everything and is allowed to leave now. Espio would not fall for it, but Silver claims innocence when questioned, and so there is little he can do this time. I think he would prefer this scenario over the food getting thrown away, haha!

[todayisafridaynight]

fathers day is this month how am i going to inflict psychic damage on myself

[tariah23]

They’re calling my baby Gojo, Joseph Joestar now