#im the winner

[dylanisdazed]

okay okay okay

I LOVE ADAM

I do.....And I let him be the big bad boss

HOWEVER

and that's a BIG however

daddy knows that he has to keep me happy

cuz

their

ain't

no

little

hot

hoe

LIKE ME

😈🥵

that can be sweet

and daddy

and innocent

and a freak

and a country boy

with a tight pink hole

and sense of humor

LIKE ME

👑👑

[whatsk-poppinhomies]

Think I sent a message too soon, not thinking, I’m trying to be a strong boss ass bitch but I think I botched it.

I’m talking to this dude who works in a very high risk environment, might be dead idk, we ain’t dating, but like… I feel like it was getting close to that??? He hasn’t messaged me all day, I ain’t a bitch that likes to be ghosted, so I basically sent the nicest “aight buddy, it’s done”… but like… what if he’s just injured or like… dead?

Like… is his ghost gonna be like “THIS BITCH!” ??

I mean…

Genuinely don’t think he’s dead, hope he’s not… but also part of me is like “i’m fucking awesome why would anyone ghost me???”

Either way

WORKING ON A HYUNJIN REQUEST!!! YAY!!

[pixiecaps]

tbh i should be the mcytblrsexyman

[ilexvici]

undefined

me after winning the race in my mom’s womb

[adjectiveadjectiveadjective]

i finally did it

i beat hades

[applestruda]

"You Have Succeeded Your Task"

[your-local-granny]

a third name has hit the ao3 tags

[cskyes]

HIS NAME BEING A PLAY ON "USELESS WINNER" IM GOING TO VOMIT I HATE YOU CAPCOM WHY ARE YOU SO MEAN TO HIM.... HES JUST A BOY.... HES JUST A CHILD.....

[avnasace]

(edited for spoiler warnings jjk spoilers ch236) gojo and geto now having the same death anniversary, megumi's body being used to kill someone he loves AGAIN, gojo's students all watching him get sliced in half, gojo wishing geto was a teacher, the fever dream conversation with Geto, Haibara and Nanami, oh gege we are in your walls for real this time you were cruel for this...

[crowfaraday]

mikumoooo and also he did it... he won an award all by himself

[azusxi]

so… now the winners’ squad is made of two strangled pairs of soulmates who murdered each other at some point in time after devoting themselves to their partner that now they just don’t know where they stand on because the love, betrayal, nostalgia and hate blend themselves in both memories and emotions

and then there’s martyn

[solarockk]

DO YOU SEE THE VISION OF SCAR AS THE EARTH (had to sketch this super fast)

[krazieka2]

I've played the Fire Emblem Husbando Dating Simulator Games

[radioactive-mouse]

i keep thinking about like. how the brutality levels vary between seasons and how secret life is the natural culmination of everything these people have been through and the watchers pushing everything to extremes. i’m going to try to articulate how crazy this makes me

3rd Life: god. 3rd life was a clear cut war. we haven’t seen a season since where nearly everyone has such an intense devotion to their chosen faction. the fact that there’s no precedent that they’re coming back next season, the fact that as far as they know, dying means staying dead, makes just how much they’re willing to go down with the ship that much more heartbreaking. grian ended the season exactly how it was played by damn near everyone else— i love you, i would do anything for you, i would rather die than keep going without you. the season of widows.

Last Life: and then they come back. and then ending things isn’t an option. and all of a sudden it’s not a war, it’s a death match, and damn is the competition is vicious. deaths are more often than not a vague, impersonal thing— not get away from my king, my husband, my charge— just the flash of a knife and a quick sorry, just playing the game! if 3rd life told you to hold the ones you love close, defend them to your last breath, last life urges you to burn that love out of your chest entirely.

Double Life: but everything slows down eventually. no more dying for the one you love— just learning to live with them. double life is about knowing that when you die, you will go together, hand and hand into the dark. a soap opera, the players joke. a small kindness, the universe replies. again, pearl wins the same way everyone else lost— no, not yet, please, just give us a little longer together, i’m not ready, i’m so sorry—

Limited Life: but the clock, unyielding, ticks ever onward. and god, everyone is starting to feel it. that sick, nauseating feeling of dread creeping up on them: what if it never ends? what if this is it, this is all that’s left for us— tearing each other apart over and over and over again, and for what? for a show? to feed those hungry things lurking in the dark? we’ll give them a show. bombs rain from the sky, the world shaking under the weight of it. there isn’t a thing left by the end that’s not rubble. we’re all doomed! the players cry, laughing with nothing but nihilistic, unrestrained joy. none of it matters! we come back again, and again, and again, have a little fun with it! light the fuse, collateral be damned. when death means so little, what’s the point in pretending they don’t take a little joy in it? we settle this like grian and scar before us, scott jokes, armor and weapons tossed to the side. are you insane? martyn thinks, remembering the hollow look that would wash over grian’s face when he thought no one was watching. it ruined him. it will not ruin me. this is a death match for a reason.

Secret Life: and here it is. the natural conclusion. this season is candy colored, the map dotted with cute pink houses and silly builds, the players all running around doing these ridiculous tasks. it’s so easy to forget how bloody this season was. unclosing wounds, bruises that don’t fade, the sting of fire or falling from a simple misstep. the hurt never goes away, but it gets easier to ignore— distract yourself with something silly to pass the time: spyglasses and frogs and the ugliest house you’ve ever seen and matching leather jackets and the doghouse and the relationSHIP and a weird tunnel full of doors and secret soulmates and god it’s almost, almost, enough to forget how much it all aches, how much the grief weighs on you, how many times someone you love has died, sometimes to your own blade. almost none of the grudges you hold are real by now, not really. not when you’re going to live and die with these people for as long as the hungry, many-eyed things delight in your suffering. you love each other, in the strangest way— sure you’ve all killed and betrayed each other in a thousand different ways, but at the end of the day, they’re all you have. clinging to each other in the face of the vast, unknowable horrors that drive you to slash each other to pieces. it’s still a game, after all. they’ve gotta figure out how to be good sports about it eventually.

[citruscore]

USELESS WEINER

[howlidae]