otayuri friends please PLEASE read this fic because it’s the funniest freaking thing i’ve ever god damn read. it focuses on their friendship and just them hanging out and its utterly ridiculous and silly and sweet and Yuri’s inner monologues and personalities are a riot
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I always thought that when I, uh- How do parents go on when they lose a child? You know, when I would see that stuff on the news I’d shrug it off ‘cause it was just too horrible to think but I would always think, “How do they wake up every day?” I mean, how do they breathe, honey? But you do it though. And for just a second, you forget.
And then, oh, you remember.
And it’s like getting that call again and again every time.
You don’t get to stop waking up.
“That right there is the phone. Now let’s talk about the phone. Can we talk about the phone, please, Sans? I’ve been dying to talk about the phone with you all day, OK? “W.D. Gaster,” this name keeps coming up over and over again. Every day Gaster’s calls get sent back to me. W.D. Gaster! W.D. Gaster! I look at my phone, and its full of messages for W.D. Gaster! So I say to myself, “I gotta find this guy! I gotta go up to his office and put his messages in the guy’s goddamn ears! Otherwise, he’s never going to get it and he’s going to keep coming back down here.” So I go up to Gaster’s office and what do I find out, Sans? What do I find out?! There is no W.D. Gaster. The man does not exist, okay? So I decide, “Oh shit, buddy, I gotta dig a little deeper.” There’s no W.D. Gaster? You gotta be kidding me! I got my phone full of Gaster! All right. So I start marchin’ my way down to Alphys in the lab and I knock on her door and I say, “Alphys! Alphys! I gotta talk to you about Gaster.” And when I open the door what do I find? There’s not a single goddamn desk in that lab! There…is…no…Alphys in the lab. Sans, half the people in this building have been made up. This lab is a goddamn ghost town.”
This is how i felt when i was first found out about gaster
When I was a kid… I asked my grandpa once if he ever killed any Germans in the war. He wouldn’t answer. He said that was grown-up stuff. So… so I asked if the germans ever tried to kill him. But he got real quiet. He said he was dead the minute he stepped in to enemy territory. Every day he woke up and told himself, rest in peace, now get up and go to war. And then after a few years of pretending he was dead… he made it out alive. That’s the trick of it, I think. We do what we need to do and then, we get to live. But no matter what we find in DC, I know we’ll be okay. Because this is how we survive. We tell ourselves… that we are the walking dead.