Sometimes I wonder what you would have done if I begged. What if I got down on my knees until they bled and admitted how wrong I was to love you? I would have grabbed your leg like a child and my muffled cries would have sent chills down your spine. I would tell you how it was foolish of me to think you would stay. I mean, why would you ever stay?
Maybe if I made you think that all of the bullshit you put me through was justified, maybe that’s what it would have taken to make you want to stay.
If that’s the case, I’m glad you slammed the fucking door on your way out. I’m a hell of a lot stronger than you ever gave me credit for.
what is this 600k homebound? cause boi i got to know
Okay buddy lemme tell you.
There’s this Jasico fanfic for Percy Jackson called Homebound by a (now) friend of mine. It’s nearing 700k alright? It’s phenomenal and in canon post-BoO and honestly just… I pretty much worship this fanfic okay.
I love this fanfic so much that I’m writing an ENTIRE ALBUM about it. An entire, 12+ song, 45+ minute rock album about this specific fanfic. That is how much I love this fanfic.
I’m hopefully getting a music video made because of this fanfic. Seriously. Like go big or go home, right?
Everything about it is amazing to me. I can’t even come up with qualms about it. I just love it that much. It has everything I enjoy and moreso. As a fan of long fanfics, it really hits the mark in an amazing way.
This fanfic is really important to me, honestly. It hits home (haha) in a lot of ways and it has had moments where I felt my heart ache just because it was so relatable to me. Like there are straight up whole paragraphs in the fanfic where I have to sit and stop reading because it is word-for-word thoughts I’ve had.
Honestly I just….. it’s really amazing alright? It stands on its own as a phenomenal piece of slow burn literature in my eyes
Okay, so I started this video a while ago because I had this song in my head and the idea to put a video to it. I don’t really know what my concept was other than the women keeping their men grounded, conscious. Kind of a saving grace sort of thing. Anyway I lost steam and ran out of content that worked for it, so what the hell here is how far I got. Again, this is totally unfinished, but I liked some of what I had done already so here it is.
Okay but have you seen those videos of little kids that won't leave their parents alone while they try to go to the bathroom? I feel like Alfie would do that to the missus. Like she'll be like "I'll be out in a minute" and he'll find a reason to come back in, in a second and she just never gets alone time with him around always wanting to be with her
Yes! Ahhh. This screams Alfie considering that he’s such a mummy’s boy as he grows up from a toddler to a young child; he just wants to be snuggled up with the missus when it’s time for bed and he always wants to be in the company of the missus and he only wants her to put him to bed and to bathe him on bath nights and he always throws tantrums or cries when Harry or anyone else takes over from her duties for a brief moment because he only wants his mummy.
When it’s just the two of them in the house whilst Persephone is at school for the day and Harry is in a late-morning meeting with his management, she finds it difficult to do things around the house - in regards to making sure that the new nursery for the twins was on the verge of being complete for their arrival - because he refuses to be put down or left alone and he refuses to stop following her or being her shadow because he’s going through a phase of just needing his mummy and no one else.
So when she leaves him for a brief moment after cuddling on the sofa, insisting she just needed to go to the toilet, he looks heartbroken. Bottom lip wobbling as she shuffles off the sofa, his tiny legs taking him off towards the lower-floor bathroom that Harry had renovated to be more at ease for the missus whilst she’s heavily pregnant.
“Sweetheart, I’ll be right back. Your sisters are taking up a lot of room in here and I need the loo,” she sighs, leaning against the doorframe as Alfie hugs her legs and nudges his face into her thighs, running her hand through Alfie’s thick, toffee-curled hair, “I’ll be right back out in a minute, I promise you.”
“No, mama,” he whines, fingers curled into the sweatpants that covered her legs, “stay wi’ me.”
“Mummy needs a wee though, sweetheart,” she murmurs, unhooking his hands from around her legs and stepping back from him, stepping upon the cold tiles as Alfie stands there, staring up at her, “I promise you, I’ll be right back out and we can have some lunch and then wait for daddy to come home from his meeting.”
As she closes the door, leaving it slight ajar so she can see Alfie standing outside, he begins to whine. And as she perches down on the toilet, the door slowly creaks out with the pressure from Alfie’s tiny fist, his head poking through the tiny gap.
“Alfie, baby, please,” she sighs softly, his arms reaching out as he moves towards her, across the tiles of the bathroom floor, tripping and landing delicately on the small fluffed rug by her feet. Completely unfazed. “Can mummy just go to the toilet and then she’ll be right back with you. I promise. And we can cuddle up until daddy comes home in an hour.” xx
I miss you. My favorite thing to do on nights like this, is listen to your favorite songs and watch videos I know always made you laugh. I like to sit wearing your sweatshirt, and scroll through old photos of us. I always end up crying whenever I do this. I miss you a lot actually. But I fully understand that you don’t miss me. And that’s okay..well not okay for me..but it’s okay for you. It’s whatever.
You know, it’s been like 5 months since I beat this game and I’m still kind of mad that nothing ever came of Manah’s occasional habit of making eye contact with the camera. (Or, as in the second gif, making eye contact with the offscreen character she was talking to, then glancing aside to smile at the camera while asking, “do the Watchers laugh too?”)
She’s the high priestess of the cult of the Watchers, which worships unknowable, all-controlling beings who observe and react to what happens in their world. THAT COULD TOTALLY BE THE AUDIENCE. THEY’RE TOTALLY FORESHADOWING SOME FOURTH WALL-BREAKING TWIST ENDING WHERE IT TURNS OUT THE WATCHERS ARE THE PLAYERS THEMSELVES AND THE CULT KNEW THEY WERE IN A VIDEO GAME THE WHOLE TIME.
BUT IT NEVER HAPPENS.
UNBELIEVABLY BELATED EDIT: And after you fully clear the game, it’s her voice you hear saying “Thank you for playing!”