#the guy can’t catch a break

[cheese-water]

our friends say it’s darkest before the sun rises…

we’re pretty sure they’re all wrong.

alts:

i am sad

[nyastri]

I want to highlight the difference in Legend's attitude from last update and this update.

Last update he's playful, he's comfortable. He knows dungeons better than anyone and was excited to go through this one.

Even at the beginning of the new update, he's just as energetic and excited.

But the second he realizes that the others are in danger, he's stressed. He knows he can handle the dungeon by himself but now he's worried the others can't. As the veteran, he probably feels responsible for keeping the others safe now that they're going through his "domain". (Art by @/linkeduniverse)

[nofacednerd]

Also man. Poor Clark is having the worst day of his fucking life huh

First he found out his best friend is intentionally ghosting him, then some guy is alien racist to him live on stage, then his girlfriend breaks up with him, and then his cousin shows up, reminds him that he’s from a warrior, conquering race, rocks his shit in front of everyone, and then kidnaps him into space

[devil-child-robin]

I like the only way to unlock The Noise is that you have to bully Peppino

[eddiebuckley-diaz]

Ravi probably thinks Eddie and Buck are split up again and Eddie is dating someone else named “Tommy”

[ohitslen]

Sharing a meal

I wrote something for this below the cut if you’re interested :)

They never eat anything too tasty, surviving with packeted rations and canned food in their journey. Sometimes they would stop at a little restaurant and eat a nice meal; it really tasted like something gourmet after days of going with grain bars and dry jerky.

There were fleeting moments in between conversations in which one of them would remember some dish, from back in the day when things were easier and they didn’t worry about too many things. They never went deeper into the topic, just mentioning how they missed a good meal.

Staying at an inn or any motel was an expensive thing to pay for. However sometimes they had some extra money from an odd job Vash did or from Wolfwood’s undertaker services, and they would always rent a room as a treat for themselves.

It was a surprise when they entered the room and saw a small kitchen. The space was a little too cramped but it had everything they needed, it was like a deluxe room when they though about all the places they had been at. None of them had a kitchen at all, maybe they had a tiny stove or a mini fridge, perhaps a table sometimes but never the whole set together.

They both looked at each other to confirm they really were seeing the thing, smiling excitedly.

They could make a meal for themselves.

Vash knew how to cook, he had done some work on kitchens throughout his life. A few times he helped Rem when he was a child, he knows how to defend himself. Yet he didn’t know any recipes by heart, not any that would be inside their budget at least. He could get creative and probably whip up a thing or two if he was given enough time.

“I know what to do” Wolfwood said with a smile that irradiated a melancholic warmth interrupting his thoughts . A smile Vash had only seen when he talked about the things he loved.

Vash didn’t suggest anything in the end and just followed what the other man told him to do.

He went to buy all the things Wolfwood asked him for. Vegetables and some thoma meat. There seemed to be some spices in the room so he only bought garlic and onion as per Wolfwood’s request.

When Vash got back, he found Nick at the table arranging the ingredients the kitchen already had. He was already showered, hair messy and with droplets of water hanging on the tips. Getting closer, he could smell the soap, the cheap shampoo and the lingering scent of nicotine that never seemed to go away. He was changed into a black, long sleeved shirt and a pair of loose dark blue pants.

His overall appearance made Vash think how the edges of the man were less sharp, he seemed more relaxed and at ease, even if it wasn’t entirely the case. He just looked, soft.

“Hey welcome back, did you bring what I asked you for or will I have to use your meat for this?” Wolfwood greeted him without looking up from his task, the ingredients being the most interesting thing in the world it seemed.

Something warm pooled at the pit of Vash’s stomach, he didn’t know why that was and didn’t bother to think about it either, just enjoying the feeling.

Smiling, he placed the bags on the table in front of Wolfwood, taking out its contents. “I’m sure I brought everything yeah, I hope my life can be spared”.

The priest snorted at him and grabbed a potato that was rolling off the table. “Aight then, make yourself useful and start washing these and then chop ‘em to reasonable bitable sizes”. Losing no time, he took the meat and was cutting it while giving out the instructions.

While Vash was washing and chopping, the other was already preparing the meat putting it in a pot with boiling water. Once Vash was finished with all he was asked to do, Wolfwood ushered him to take a shower while the food was done, wanting to have more space in the narrow place. Vash did as told in that as well.

The shower felt great, all of the gross stickiness from the sweat and other things were finally washed off from his body. He felt light and a thousand times more content.

As he opened the door the smell hit him in the face, a delicious scent that surely tasted even better. Wolfwood was stirring the pot, poking some of the potatoes to make sure they were on the right term, and they seemed to be as he turned off the stove.

Vash got closer, mouth already watering just from the thought of how it’d taste “That smells so good! What did you make?” He asked with a big grin plastered all over his face.

Wolfwood pointed at the table with his hand, signaling him to sit down a little dismissively while he looked for the bowls on his own. It seemed like he was the kind that with less people on the kitchen when he was there, the better. “Just a broth, nothing too wow it’s something easy, and on budget”. Vash hummed with wonder and served two cups of water to busy himself with something.

Wolfwood poured the two servings of the broth, it was still hot and the bowl must surely be scalding. Yet Wolfwood’s calloused hands never flinched, placing their food on the table without much trouble along with a pair of long spoons.

“Be careful or you will murder your tongue” he warned and Vash chuckled.

“Thanks for the heads up chef, ‘preciate it” the other just scoffed at the title and sat down across him .

They both mixed the broth while blowing at it in hopes for it to cool down a little. However seeing how they were both starving and didn’t care too much about getting burnt or not, they just started to dig in.

Wolfwood was eating eagerly, having spoonful after spoonful of his food. He was beyond delighted. It had been a long time since he had the chance to prepare the broth he used to have back at the Orphanage.

“It’s…delicious” he heard Vash say in a low and calm tone. When he looked up to see the man, he was shocked to find him with reddish eyes that were glistening with tears. It didn’t seem like when was doing a show or anything of the sorts, he just seemed…at peace.

It wasn’t anything extravagant, quite possibly one of the most simple dishes Vash has ever eaten. It was made with the things that they could afford with the little money they could spare, the ingredients were definitely not of the best quality, the vegetables could have used a little more time on the pot. And it was delicious.

Vash felt incredibly warm inside, similar to how he felt when Wolfwood greeted him when he got back, just a thousand times stronger. The first sip he had of it tasted like the best thing ever cooked in his whole life, something he would have every day of the year for the rest of eternity. He didn’t know why that was at first, but after having a second spoon of it he could tell what it was.

It tasted like home.

The flavor of it, it was homely, the savor of melancholy. It tasted like their conversations about missing the past. The tang of the times they would have a peaceful night in the desert grilling worm meat around a campfire. It reminded him when he got sick and an old lady had given him a bowl of soup. It tasted like the first time Rem had given them a try of what meat and vegetables tasted like. It tasted like all the things he missed, and the things Nicholas most likely missed too.

The familiarity of it made him feel fuzzy and full on the inside, and he couldn’t stop eating. He was slow while doing it, wanting to savor every bit of what he could have while it lasted. It was rich, it was simple and it was perfect.

“…You want some more?” At some point, Nicholas had already finished his own bowl and brought the pot over to serve himself again. He looked at Vash with something soft in his eyes the other could not name, his voice was gentle and gravely, sweet and easy on his ears just adding more to the warmth inside of him.

“Yes…yes please” Vash answered, voice cracking a little. Nicholas served him, the sound of the liquid being poured soothing his soul.

Vash ate again, and Wolfwood was looking at him. The priest was taking small sips of water from his cup, always holding it against his mouth even if he wasn’t drinking anything. Vash didn’t really notice when he had started tearing up, thick streams of salty water running through his cheeks, a pool of them welling up at his chin and falling down the wooden table making a puddle of happy tears.

Vash enjoyed the heartfelt broth. He was happy, that bit of simplicity was enough to make him forget of everything else and just focus on that moment.

It was so mundane. Vash smiled with overflowing tears in his eyes while Wolfwood just watched with a fond smile of his own behind his empty cup of water.

At that moment, they were not in a random room at a random place. They were in a place where they had brought their home to, sharing a meal with each other.

[b-a-l-a-n-c-3]

Was in an Arven mood today.

[jtophat]

Johnny Cade just has color blind vibes. I can’t fully explain it but something about how he’s been beaten by his parents, socs, and beaten down by the world in general his whole life and oh by the way he can’t see sunsets properly or tell if meat is finished cooking just seems right for him

[rystiel]

the way logan didn’t even have metal in his body yet in days of future past and yet erik still found a way to lift him and fling him away once again

[eclipseshotel]

Me busting into Elder Predator’s chambers to chew his ass out after he ignored my gauntlet call six times in a row (he was taking a much needed old man nap)

[ijuststanlafayette]

So was nobody gonna tell me that the Crypt that Benedict Arnold was buried in has been turned into a fucking kindergarten and the grace stone of one of Americas first war hero’s and greatest traitor is kept next to the class pet.

[crxssposts]

idk how I feel about this one

[grandpasauce]

In the game informer video they said solas has been doing his ritual to bring down the veil for far longer than anyone in-universe knows. Which like, implies solas has spent some amount of his last 5000(ish) years in uthenera getting the process started, and that’s why the veil has been gradually weakening as each game progresses.

Which, by extension, implies some very angsty things regarding solas’ guilt and regret. Because he has spent 5000 stewing in his guilt about destroying the elvhen. Perhaps he feels the death occurring post veil is unfortunate, but hey, they’re not REALLY people, so I don’t have to feel THAT bad.

But then he wakes up, joins the inquisition, forms bonds with multiple of these modern mortal people, and realizes… now not only does he still have the weight of the spirits and/or elvhen on his shoulders, he also bears the weight of every mortal’s death ever since the veil went up. They’re not soulless shells, they’re real people with families and loves and hates etc etc etc

Like he went from feeling like shit about himself for destroying his People, only to wake up and quickly realize Oh No, I didn’t just kill my people, I’m responsible for the deaths of so so so many MORE people than I already considered.

“You change everything, but you can’t.” Isn’t only solas saying ‘oh no your making me rethink my plans’. It’s him saying ‘you can’t me real because if YOUR real that means they’re all real and that means I’ve killed more people than I ever imagined and idk what to do with even more remorse on my shoulders.”

And like, when solas tells you he literally CANT be with you in Crestwood, he’s not wrong. At this point, the ritual to bring down the veil is potentially 1000s of years in process already, like it’s probably too late to turn back, the veil is so weak at this point because of solas’ ritual that it’s coming down one way or another.

Idk them revealing solas has been working on this ritual for a looonnnnggggg time makes everything so much worse for him because it rly IS all his fault. Not just the veil, but the weakening of it, and allllll the suffering that has stemmed from it, not just spirits and elves like he’d originally thought (which is horrible enough) but also all the mortal lives as well.

Gives so much scrumptious context to solas as a character looking back and immmmmm frothing at the mouth over thisssss

[lotsofsq]

more of my sad sad “sq gets swept again in book 3” au

[IDs copied in alt text: two images both drawings.

a drawing of sq, looking very hazy and almost unseeing. his shoulders are pulled forward and he has a small uncertain smile. his under eye is dark abs he is surrounded by hearts and question marks

a drawing of reynie and sq, reynie is reaching up to hold sq’s face. reynie has a pained expression and is saying “oh sq… not again”. sq is leaning down, his hands resting over reynie’s on his cheeks. he has an apologetic expression and is saying “i’m sorry young man… i’m not sure i know you.”]

[jesse-pinko]

Yes I have Covid and I’m financially fucked bc I can’t go into work obvi and my dog has the shits and I didn’t get the job But… at least Jesse Pinkman is safe and happy in Alaska w his alive adopted Pop Pop Mike and his t4t boyfriend he met at a coffee shop drive through (we lost another one to the coffee shop au boys) where they kept up conversation for so long the cars behind them would start honking and their kid who is either the boyfriend’s niece/nephew/nibling he’s raising and their name is Joey as a Kanga-man callback or bc they’re t4t she’s their birth child and Jesse named her after Aunt Ginny I can’t decide and their dog that looks like Mike and is named Mike bc that’s not Mike’s name anymore and og Mike is kind of pressed ab it at least Walter White is dead and in hell at least Walter White is dead and in hell

[justaweirdonothingtoseehere]

okay can we talk about how pissed Crowley had to have been to find out that he fell for nothing

He finds out that the Great Plan - the thing he had been questioning, the reason he had joined Lucifer in the first place in the Great War… wasn’t even part of the Ineffable Plan. He fell for fucking nothing. Can you imagine how annoyed he must have been?

but I don’t think he would have been mad for long. Because, first off, Falling helped him figure out how toxic Heaven is. Second, he probably would never have fallen in love with Aziraphale. He wouldn’t have been Hell’s ambassador to Earth, after all, and we saw how much Crowley cared about Aziraphale when he was an angel - at least, when they first met. They might have grown closer between then and the Great War, who knows.

but yeah, just a thought.