shane stardew valley is so peak... even after you "fix" him hes still a failboy thats what i love. his house addition is ugly as fuck. sometimes he gives you jalapeno poppers for breakfast as if hes just thrown them in the microwave for you at 6am. wears a hoodie with blatant holes in it every day. over a POLO. by god hes even a cub
Prompt: the archangelcule celebrating Jack's birthday 🙏
Lucifer runs himself ragged all week getting the party set up (and despite the fact that he’s done this for Jack every time he needs it since he came back into Michael’s life, it still leaves Michael surprised and wondering what happened to the boy who only knew how to bite the hand that fed when Michael abandoned him, when did he learn to be gentle and reliable, why did Michael waste all this time not seeing him?) to the point that he looks like he might fall asleep in front of the birthday cake before Raphael nudges him with their elbow, and he wakes up to sing.
They sing quietly — loud noises hurt Jack’s ears, one of many little oddities, but they rearrange their lives around his needs: no vacuuming unless he’s out of the house and no yelling from room to room — while Jack looks like he’s about to jump right out of his seat with how much he wants to blow out the candles. Gabriel scoops him up in one arm after, lets Jack’s tiny hand curl around the handle of the (dull!) cake knife while his lays over it to guide him, and helps him to cut pieces for them all himself.
(birthday 3 sentence ficathon! come toss a prompt!)
@id1eyouth: "You're allowed to let me help, y'know."
Rust sits on the edge of his worn couch with the torn cushions, eyeing the nearly empty bottle of whiskey on the coffee table. His hand trembles as he reaches for it, a familiar craving taunting him. But he halts, clenches his fist, and fights the urge when her words bring him back to clear consciousness.
"I don't need help."
Rust mutters, his voice hoarse.
"I can handle this."
Trying to stand to get a glass of water instead, a wave of nausea hits him, making him stumble and grip the armrest. His head spins, and he squeezes his eyes shut, waiting for the feeling to pass.
In that moment of weakness, Rust realizes that he can't go through this alone: despite knowing what would happen well in advance, the withdrawal symptoms are becoming increasingly unbearable.
With reluctant acceptance, he sits back down and looks over at Blaire.
“He could take that thing he was singing, and just sledgehammer it through somebody’s heart,” Shinoda said with reverence. “I’ve grown to appreciate what we had even more, because it’s hard to get that. I work with people where I go, ‘Oh, can you sing it this way?’ And they just can’t.”
Brad Delson, the band’s guitarist, called “Lost” a “surprise gift” from Bennington. “The performance is so beautiful, delicate and clear,” he said. “I’ve heard a lot of great Chester vocals, and this is among the best.”
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But the process of assembling the reissue has provided another means of considering how Bennington may have wanted the band to proceed without him. In particular, Shinoda said he “felt confident” that the singer would have endorsed these expanded editions. “Historically, he was always way more bullish about putting out stuff,” he said. “A typical Chester reaction would have been, ‘Why not just make the album 15 songs?’ When I thought about that, it was very reassuring.”
Never have I ever heard of a white woman preaching this (I’m sure it does happen but I have yet to see it more often) - let alone in a comedy stand up. Alex Borstein is a gift.