#you guys are so nice *cries*

[royalarchivist]

Pac: Take care of Ramon, take care of Richas, ok? See you on the other side, big boy.

Fit: [Laughs] Take it easy, big boy. Take it easy, big boy. Actually, nononono– You can't just say "big boy" and then just expect me to not drag you outta here. [Fit tries to lasso Pac] You're coming with me.

Pac: No, I need to leave!

Fit: You're coming with me. You are not dying today! You are not dying today!

Pac: I need to leave, Fit! I'm sorry, I'm sorry!

Ironmouse: Are you guys like, having sexy time?

Fit: There's homosexual activity going on Mouse, don't worry about us, ok?

Ironmouse: You guys, we don't have time to be gay right now.

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Pac: I'm just here to say goodbye to you, Fit.

Fit: Goodbye? We're not– we're gonna be fine, we're going to get out of here, don't worry.

Aypierre: Yeah, don't worry!

Pac: I know, but like– I will sleep until the end, you know? I will pass through this moment sleeping, man. I won't be able to be awake for the moment.

Fit: [Laughs] You know, it's– I mean, if that's how you wanna go, but– I mean, that- I mean, isn't that bed kind of like.... I don't know, it's–

Pac: No no, I will be staying on the sofa, you know, I will be staying on the sofa.

Fit: Oh the sofa. Ok, that's a nice sofa! Yeah, that is a pretty nice sofa.

Pac: Yeah, it's a nice sofa right? No, yeah– I'm going to stay on the sofa, you know? So, since I will be going Fit... [Pac starts tossing Fit all his items]

Aypierre: [Not paying attention to their conversation] Is that bigger cell? I don't think it's a bigger- biggest one.

Fit: Oh... Thank you Pac, thank you.

Pac: Everything you need to survive, ok?

Fit: Wow.

Aypierre: Wow.

Pac: And if you need this one also, maybe, who knows? [Throws him more items]

Fit: Ohhh, well hey– just take this to remember me by, ok? [Tosses him a photo of himself – the same one Aypierre was carrying all day yesterday]

Pac: [Laughs] Ok, I will sleep holding the picture you know, like this. You know, I will dream about you, Fit. And I hope this is gonna be good dreams. I see you in the other side. Good luck, my friend.

Fit: The other side... Yeah, you know, yeah, we– we– you know? It's been an honor, Pac. It's been an honor, you know?

Pac: Yeah, for me too, you know? Take care of Ramon, take care of Richas, ok?

Fit: Ok.

Pac: See you on the other side, big boy.

Fit: I will sing your praise– Oh yeah, hey– [Laughs] Take it easy, big boy. Take it easy, big boy. Actually, nononono– You can't just say "big boy" and then just expect me to not drag you outta here. You're coming with me.

Pac: No, I need to leave!

Fit: You're coming with me. You are not dying today! You are not dying today!

Pac: I need to leave, Fit! I'm sorry, I'm sorry!

Fit: Sorry, there's–

Pac: I'm sorry!

Ironmouse: Are you guys like, having sexy time?

Fit: There's homosexual activity going on Mouse, don't worry about us, ok?

Ironmouse: You guys, you guys– we don't have time to be gay right now, come on. There's no time.

Pac: No, there's no time! Oh, goodbye Fit...

Fit: Ok, c'mon, no no no, come on, we got this we got this!

Pac: Goodbye Fit, I'm sorry!

Fit: [Laughs] Oh no...

[msfcatlover]

Commissioned the amazing @magua-vida to draw my original Princesses, The Dancer & The Dream! I'm absolutely delighted with how they came out, they both look so pretty and bursting with personality!

For anyone who doesn't want to click through, you get the Dancer if you unlock the Princess's cuff & die of a heart attack, making her flighty but concerned, fussing over your health & safety. The Dream is Dancer's unique Chapter 3, who you get if you fall asleep in the cabin with Dancer fussing over you, and is smotheringly protective to the point of aggression & possessiveness while acting manipulatively sweet & fragile.

She just wants to take care of you... even (or especially) if it means chaining you up to keep you safe.

[poscariastri]

oscar piastri as silly cats. here u go

bonus checo and max :3

[bonkalore]

So the scepter here is what makes you Primus, who is in charge of all of the magic world basically... and is also the key to opening the coffer to the rest of the Dread magic that Jayce has been trying to get this entire time. He thought it was something he could start "a new Golden Age of Magic" with, but eventually realized it would only do more harm than good and now is out of plans as he's being torn apart from the Dread.

In the AU towards the end of the story, he and Lucy got the scepter together but he's the one that technically got it, even tho he gave it to Lucy so she could become Primus and avoid further temptation.

So during Lucy's coronation, the scepter ends up shooting across the room into his hands in the audience bc he's the actual owner. This isn't just his nerves about becoming Primus instead and is FAR, far worst unfortunately... Apocalyptically bad even! 8')

Was everything he had wanted before and now it's a literal nightmare.

(Also "Everything You Ever" from Dr. Horrible's Sing-ALong Blog is very fitting for this part whoops.)

[puppyeared]

i think the reason why im so drawn to spirit tracks and pkmn scarvi is that having the legendary/princess as a companion rather than a goal that marks the games completion makes me feel satisfied the way i would after helping a friend

my brother always teases me about how I still havent finished botw after almost 7 years bc "id rather be out picking flowers" which i wont say is untrue. and yes i know Zeldas been holding off ganon for 100 years, yes i can get some sort of idea what her relationship with link was like by recalling memories and going through her diary. ive always loved botw for its unique storytelling and setting which makes it stand out, because it lets you get to know who you're saving.

but because theyre memories, it only works if theres something for the player to investigate that already happened. its retroactive (but effective nonetheless)

on the other hand, spirit tracks does something similar but instead of having the player try to piece together memories and interpret them as a spectator, you actually have an opportunity to get to know zelda yourself by talking to her and working together. besides making it a gameplay mechanic, giving the player control over how they interact with zelda makes it so much more personable.

and I find that making the goal feel personal instead of an obligation gives me more of a reason to work towards it. I know what kind of person botw zelda was but as the player, shes still very much a stranger to me. but spirit tracks zelda? thats my friend!!!! she invited me to go to the beach after we get her body back!!! i dont want to whip her to make her move faster thats mean :(

you know how hostage negotiators are trained to introduce themselves and get to know the person theyre negotiating with because its harder to hurt someone when you know what their favorite food is? its kinda like that, because it feels like im helping a friend than being told or led to do smth

and although i havent played scarvi myself, i feel an attachment to koraidon and miraidon even just watching playthrough clips because its like!! thats my weird scaly dog!! it loves sandwiches and we're friends!!! you know!!!!!!

[schnaf]

22 days until ode's 22nd birthday

day 22 aka THE COUNTDOWN IS OVER - ode's past birthday brrrr ppoppos

[psy-ay-ay]

is this going to be another second lead syndrome with jisu TT

well at least I like cheol much much more than i liked jung

[yohankang]

i officially resigned today :')

[moe-broey]

I don't think this is Moe's first offense (saying something brazen/flippant) but I do think it's the first time it's called the King a bitch. And it won't be the last! The funniest part of Anna being the one to take charge and chew Moe out is that it gives Moe the opportunity to do The Exact Same Thing to Alfonse one-on-one (you know... to test the waters... to see how he feels about it....). Which it is. Also promptly chastised for.

FAVE PANELS...

[f1-disaster-bi]

norrix and martin's new mv!

Birb says I can't make Norrix a sad pairing....but after watching that mv.....so we are not going to tag her in this and hope she doesn't see it

I know the mv was a little sad and hopeful.....I just made it sad

Forgive me guys ❤️

Tw for MC Death

Martin didn't know why he wanted to look through that box today. It sat in front of him, taking up the coffee table in the same manner that Lando's absence took up his whole life these days. It was unavoidable, and confronted him in a way Martin's shaking hands didn't know if he was ready for, but still he opened it.

The first thing he found were the pictures. They were tied together with a neon yellow ribbon and that was enough to make Martin's eyes well as he pulled them into his lap. It took a few moments to undo the knots, but he got them free in the end and the first tear fell as he looked at Lando's smiling face.

Martin had taken that picture when they had gone to Bali. Lando was doing something ridiculous. His smile was carefree. Frozen in time. A picture perfect moment.

It was one of the pictures they had used for Lando's wake.

He still remembered sitting in this room, surrounded by Lando's family as they struggled to pull themselves together. All of them broken. A piece of them forever lost. Just a group of people who had loved someone so much that trying to find pictures to display to capture a life lost was enough to break them into even smaller pieces. Lando's sisters had cried into Adam's shoulder. His brother could barely look at the pictures as his wife tried to tell their daughters that uncle Lando was sleeping and they couldn't see him.

Cisca had been holding Martin's hand. She was the bravest of them all. Her voice trembling but never cracking as they picked through the still images of Lando's life as if she wasn't also losing part of her heart.

The pictures were all he had left now as he ran a thumb over Lando's face before setting them aside. It had been six months, and as much as Martin wished every night, Lando wasn't coming back. He only existed in these frozen moments and in the memories that haunted Martin's every waking hours.

As he looked at the empty kitchen, giving himself a moment to get his thoughts together, he could almost see Lando standing there. He could almost see him laughing, dancing around in his underwear and an oversized hoodie to some song he had on repeat that week.

It was moments like those that made this so much harder.

Lando was everywhere and nowhere all at once, and it made him feel insane. He could see him so clearly he could almost touch him but he wasn't there. It was a memory. A ghost of the man he loved who was never going to dance around the kitchen again like he had that morning, or laugh in Martin's ear so loudly that it made Martin cringe.

He was never going to be real enough to hold Martin's hand or hear the three words Martin whispered every night to the empty side of the bed.

Yet despite these memories, Martin couldn't leave this home they had bought together because he wanted to still be whereever Lando was, even if all that was left was the ghost of him.

Martin wiped the tear from his cheek with a loud sigh, and reached back into the box. He hugged the hoodie close to his chest, inhaling Lando's lingering scent as if he didn't spray a little of his remaining cologne on his side of the bed every few days. He pulled out the bracelet he had given him for his last birthday. The ring he had never gotten to give Lando sat in it's navy box, just as pristine as the day he bought it. More pictures, and letters, and little trinkets greeted him until he found a long forgotten notebook right at the bottom.

He ran his finger over Lando's name. It was written in his ridiculous handwriting inside the cover. He traced the letters tenderly before he flicked through it. It was mostly filled with random scribbles or notes from some meeting he was at. Some of it was grocery lists, or random present ideas.

On one page all Lando had written was Martin's name and a little smiley face that made Martin chuckle.

The last page was the one Martin remembered the most.

It was a To Do list they had made together. It was filled with things they wanted to do or see, experiences they wanted to have. Everything from moving in together to movie dates to a pinic in the park. Some of them were checked off, and Martin touched those, remembering each of them and how Lando had looked checking it off their lists, but it broke his heart once more to run out of check boxes and see the number of things they'd never get to do together.

"You could still do them", part of his brain whispered, and it sounded a little like Lando. So much so that it almost felt as if he were there, hand on Martin's shoulder and whispering in his ear, but he wasn't.

Yet as he looked at them, Martin couldn't help but think that maybe he should. Maybe he should stop lying in bed till midday and leaving the cleaning until he had run out of useable dishes or wearable clothes. Maybe he should stop wallowing with the ghost of Lando, and go out and live with the memories.

Maybe this could be closure, or he could feel closer to Lando this way, by completing the things that he couldn't.

There was only one thing on the list that he couldn't do. Only one impossible thing, but Martin didn't care about that. He'd figure it out somehow as he thought about if and how to do this.

After all, he did have the engagement ring.

Maybe burrying it in the spot Lando wanted to be proposed to would be close enough.

[merlinmerlot]

i finally finished bg3

and it only took me [looks at steam]

SIX HUNDRED HOURS

[oneshortlove]

Hdhsishxjididjjeownzbgstaioqkwnebv😭🥺😢

Sobbing rn oh my goodness 🤧

[dukeofriven]

The Mandlorian decided that droids needed a bar, because every Star Wars writer has made the moral black pit of droid sentience and servitude ever more incoherent, absurd, and irreconcilable. (The short version is that droids in Star Wars can fundamentally not be sentient for the ironclad non-diegetic reason in that its moral framework cannot handle the weight that every organic character in Star Wars is at-best totally indifferent to slavery and has casually and comfortably bought slaves, sold slaves, murdered slaves, ripped bits out of some slaves to improve other slaves, left slaves to die, ordered slaves to their death to save their own skins, and watched other people murder slaves without any reaction either personally or within any kind of larger narrative awareness. Stupid writers keep dancing towards the issue because they think it adds 'depth' or some kind of 'edginess' but no, it just breaks Star Wars. Seriously, if droids are fully people Star Wars just... breaks. In a way that's really obnoxious, too, like that one asshole who corners you at a party to tell you that the Jedi are the REAL villains if you think about it. No, dipshit, they're not: even Andor understands that the moral line in Star Wars is really obvious and solid. Star Wars morality can encompass people doing bad things in pursuit of a noble goal, but it never goes 'fascists and anti-fascists are a mirror image' because that's authoritarian-friendly centrist bullshit.

[sidebar: Andor understands that's there's nuance to freedom fighting, that terror can be a tool to fight oppression but, equally, that an anti-fascist who turns to fascism to fight fascism is just a fascist. The tension in Andor is not that fighting fascism will turn you fascist, but that the choices you make might free others but leave you forever chained. You might bring your people to the promised land, but there's no guarantee you'll be able to join them because a moral person who holds themselves to their own moral standard values himself too much to live comfortably with what he's done. Luthen Rael doesn't think the things he are does are justified because of the greater good: he thinks that he couldn't see a better option and he will live every day until he dies questioning, re-litigating, and self-flagellating himself that he wasn't good enough to figure that better option out, and nothing or no-one will ever free him from that guilt and shame. A fascist and an anti-fascist can both do terrible things but its the fascist who can sleep well at night, and that's all the difference in the world. Andor's a pretty good show, y'all.] Thus, as the Empire is explicitly pro-slavery, you can't have the Good Guys also be pro-[droid] slavery as some kind of 'both sides' tu quoque rhetorical flourish. It doesn't work—not in Star Wars. Not even in mildly more amture, grown-up Star Wars/ Droids cannot be sentient in Star Wars because literally the entire moral underpinning that is the narrative raison d'etre of the entire series falls completely apart. (This is, incidentally, the non-mechanical reason I don't like droid PCs in my SW campaigns.) And yes, this is the short version of this argument. The long version involves me whacking you with a pool noodle while reading long passages of Uberto Eco and CLR James until you stop trying to make Star Wars 'edgy' like someone writing an 'evil Santa' movie.)

[thecranewivesrpf]

when you had a shitty day but the gay people in your phone are nice to you and say hi because they care about your presence and you aren't a waste of space

[hiddenbysuccubi]

101 bad decisions rn.

F the east coast I'm leaving. The two sous chefs screamed in my face last night when all I needed was one more pin to drop. Might stay with my best friend in Boston tomorrow night if his Not Girlfriend (anymore) roommate approves, might head to Iowa and give my ex a ride back to MT from dealing with his mom's estate sale.

Might fuck right off into the Pacific, who knows! But I'm not staying here.

[faggotstump]

crazy how fast an online interaction can change your life