i cannot with that

“Amethyst ?”
“Yeah P ?”
“You know you’re my partner in time right ?”
“..heh, as long as you’re my partner in crime~

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Day 2: Crossover
Life is Strange
@fuckyeahpearlmethyst @annadesu

A man enters an office supply store. He was a mere mortal seconds before, but as he passes through the door he becomes a customer. His superior gaze drifts across his domain and settles on the cashier. 

“Do you sell stamps?” he asks.

“Yes,” I say,” However-”

“I want one.”

However, we sell them only in sets of ten.”

“But I want one.”

“I’m sorry, Sir, but I can’t sell you a single stamp.”

“Can’t you just…” He (skillfully) mimicks the act of ripping apart paper. 

Clearly, I have never thought of this. My simple mind grapples with the idea. I realize I am dealing with a genius, and yet, I regretfully inform him, “Sorry. They come on stickersheets, and anyways, the barcode–”

“Well that’s just rubbish,” he informs me. He is right. I realize this now. His genius ignites a spark within me. 

“You are right,” I tell him as I take fifteen sheets of stamps into my hands and begin to tear them apart. I type 0,019 stamps and press a non-existent key on the register. I hold out a quarter of a stamp to the customer (with a smile), but he shakes his head (without a smile). I rip apart all the stamps I can find, desperate to please him, for he has gifted this humble store with his presence. From the pieces, I begin to assemble a perfect, custom-made stamp. It is worth exactly 66,66€. I single-handedly reprogramme not only my cash desk, but the entire system. It can now scan any stamp in (or out of) existence. It is raining stamps. I am smiling.

Two hours later, it is done. Beaming, and convered in the torn remains of hundreds of unfortunate stamps, I hold the perfect stamp out to The Customer. He accepts it. I rejoice. It might just be my high fever and blurry gaze, but I think the right corner of his mouth moved upwards for exactly half a second. I am blessed. 

He licks the stamp and slaps it onto a letter. He wants to lend a pen. I lend him a pen. When he is done, he holds the letter out to me expectantly. He does not say a word, my silent angel, but I can tell what he wants. Thus is our connection. There is nothing, I assure you, nothing I would have rather done than to accept his letter, on my knees, with tears of gratitude streaming down my cheeks… But alas: 

“I want to send the letter,” my dear customer finally says, after the silence has stretched into infinity and back.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Sir,” I say with a polite smile, brushing stamps off my shoulders, “We don’t accept mail. We only sell stamps.” 

After all, you can’t make exceptions to a well-established rule in the workplace. 

The customer doesn’t bat an eyelash. “That’s okay,” he says with a disarming smile. “I wouldn’t ask the impossible of you.” 

As he turns to walk away, a single tear rolls down my cheek. I wipe it off with a stamp that wears his majestic face, hand-stitched by me. 

I don’t tell him there’s a mailbox around the corner.

(That’s not my job.) 

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The Course of Honour - Chapter 15
By Organization for Transformative Works

We’re Married And The Only Place We Can Get Private Time Is An Awkward Snowbound Trek Through The Middle Of Nowhere.

(Just as a heads-up, I’m travelling Wednesday-Sunday this week. Friday’s chapter should be up as usual but I won’t be able to fix any formatting screw-ups. Hopefully it will all go smoothly.)

409 isn’t flint vs silver. it’s silver, hunting flint, and flint turning around and refusing to fucking fight him. not for anything. not for the fucking world.  

even as silver stands there, sword drawn, about to kill him, 409 is flint digging his heels in and telling silver, “i trust you, please remember that you trust me, too.” 

james flint’s last, big, desperate plan, is to fucking surrender to john silver. 

anonymous asked:

First certain people kept talking shit about Harry and his PR team for doing no promo and that no one would care when he releases his music. Now the promo is too good and over the top, according to them. There's no pleasing some people. Why can't they just admit that they want Harry to sit at home and do nothing until the 1D reunion? Because that's what they want.

it’s funny because when those people were complaining his team does “nothing,” the argument they used was always that they care about him and want the best…so how the fuck can you complain now because I’d say a teaser played during prime time of a popular tv show is pretty much the best 🤔

and like lmao at the end of the day they don’t have to like what he does or care about it because that’s not my loss or Harry’s, only their own, but god I wish they’d at least shut up and let everyone who is rightfully excited and who actually cares about him and actually wants to watch him succeed do their thing without trying to become the old man yells at cloud meme every second of every day 😇