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Brain: What is it you love so much about Night in the Woods

Me: Well, let’s see.
1. It shows the harsh realities of living in the lower middle class
2. Accurately portrays the struggles of a starving urban town
3. Puts a lot of value into the bonds between family and friends
4. Shows the inconsistencies and sometimes unhealthy realities concerning religion and what happens when you put too much anchorage in your beliefs
5. Gives a very logical perspective to religion and ethereal entities as a whole
6. Has a mentally ill character that is not romanticized, is not evil, and is not magically ‘cured’ by the end
7. Shows that suppressing anger is not always the best option.
8. Has very relatable and realistic characters
9. Shows the struggles of ordinary folks just trying to make due and make the best out of their shitty lives
10. Doesn’t spoon feed you the idea of happily ever after and shows that a lot of the time life sucks and there is no real reason for it and you just have to roll with the punches and get hurt and it’s okay because when it hurts to lose something, that something meant something to you.

Brain: And the gay couple

Me: Well, yes, they were a very nice touch

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anonymous asked:

could you do a newt x reader drabble based on the song "When He Sees Me" from the musical Waitress? i think its cute, tho it might be too long to be a drabble. but i would be delighted to see you work your magic into this :D

“You could just ask him on a date. It might be less creepy than staring from behind the blenders.”

You yelp in surprise and drop from the tips of your toes, scowling at your manager’s raised eyebrows. “I don’t want to ask anyone anything.”

“You sure?” He reaches for the cream beside you. “If you don’t, your behavior is even creepier and I may have to consider sending you into the back to work lest you disturb our customers.”

You stick your tongue out at him for a second before glancing back to the seating area. “Newt doesn’t – I mean,” your face heats up in a flash, “the customer-“

Jeremiah doesn’t let you finish as he stirs a drink as he breaks out in a laugh. “You know his name? Heaven help you,” He glances at the jingling bells over the door, “And me. Ms. Rooker is here. Ready the cups.”

You stutter some joke about her at his back, trying to defuse the embarrassment tinging your cheeks and knowing the entire time he’s already tuned you out, so you look back to the reason you’re a stuttering, stumbling, clumsy wreck at work now.

You used to be the star employee. Not that that’s necessarily saying much given the effort some of the other workers put in, but it was still a point of pride for you. Then that stupid boy (he actually makes quite witty jokes) with those stupid green eyes (that remind you of that one family trip) and that stupid accent (that really you can’t get over because oh my gosh who speaks so elegantly) walked in and ruined your life. He has shown up every day for the past two weeks and spent them glancing at you and, sometimes, if you’re lucky, he stands at the counter, making jokes as you work. His laugh always crinkles the skin next to his eyes and the freckles spattered across his face scrunch together if he laughs hard enough. Occasionally, he even snorts when you make your own shy joke.

You set six cups on the counter in front of you as you watch him read. His chin is in his hand, two fingers tapping slowly against his lips as he reads some book propped open in front of him. His auburn hair curls around his ears, an apparent nuisance that he keeps trying to brush back with his free hand. You fidget with the receipt you shoved in your apron’s pocket as he focuses on the pages in front of him. Oh, he’s just so cute, you can’t help yourself. And when he talks, he’s always sweet, always a gentleman. He once commented on how the drab color of the apron did nothing to take away the beautiful color of your eyes. You swear you almost died right then and there when he said that.

Jeremiah sidles up next to you again, pouring plain, decaf coffee into one of the cups. He follows your gaze to Newt. “Why don’t you just say something? He obviously fancies you.”

You heart soars at the words, but you just reach down and grab a plate to place a scone on. “You think so?”

Jeremiah scoffs. “Please, if I’ve ever seen two smitten people, it’s you two. Why don’t you say something?”

As if he hears you, Newt looks up, meeting your eyes and smiling as he flips the page in his book. You smile back and raise a hand in a small wave.

“What if he thinks I’m just a friend?”

Jeremiah rolls his eyes as he starts on the third drink. “Please don’t be so ridiculous.”

You frown and place a muffin on a second plate. “It’s possible.”

He just shakes his head. “Next excuse.”

“What if he doesn’t like dogs? There’s a nosey one in the apartment next to me. He’d never be able to come over.”

“You go to his place. Next.”

You wrack your mind quickly and blurt out whatever comes to your mind first. “He’s from another country. What if he’s a swindler?”

Jeremiah actually stops making the fifth drink as he laughs, actually smacking the counter. “That’s the dumbest thing I have ever heard you say.” He straightens, shaking his head. “And I have heard you say some dumb things.”

You frown at the counter, ignoring Newt’s questioning eyes when he looks up at Jeremiah’s ruckus.

Jeremiah notices your red cheeks and hunched shoulders. “Oh, come on, I didn’t mean anything by that. I’m serious, I just wish you would be too.”

“I am.” You grumble through clenched teeth, setting a turnover on a plate.

Jeremiah starts on the last drink. “What’s wrong? Why won’t you just ask him out?”

Your eyes wander back up to the man sitting at the metal table, shoulders curved as he continues reading his book. His thumbnail hangs in between his teeth as he focuses, gaze not leaving the page anymore. His head is tilted the slightest, and the cup of coffee you made him sits half full in front of him, napkin you wrapped around it shredded into tiny pieces.

He seems to feel your gaze. He looks up and smiles again, eyes darting to Jeremiah for a half second.

You smile back as your stomach flutters. He’s perfect and you, while you’re…

“I’m not as great.” You whisper to Jeremiah.

He stops his work, scoffing at your words, but you don’t see any malice in his face. “As me? Sure. But for a coffee shop worker, I guess you’re okay.”

You say nothing, just watch Newt.

Jeremiah sweeps up the tray of drinks. “Don’t let him get away because you’re scared, okay?”

You nod, and when Newt comes up half an hour later, you start to try to ask him out, but he stops you with a raised hand.

“I don’t mean to be so upfront,” his eyes dart to Jeremiah again, “but I was wondering if when you finish, I could perhaps take you to a pastry shop I know?”

He raises his eyebrows and leans forward, forearms against the counter, confidence rolling off him in waves you never expected to come from him.

You stutter out a yes, wishing you could say something better.

Newt just chuckles and bites his lip, pushing away from the counter and nodding his head. “I’ll be back at eight to pick you up?”

You nod, fingers pinching your arm through your sleeve. Oh goodness, this isn’t a dream.

Newt pauses, hand in his hair. “I can’t wait.”

You smile, heart flying at his adorably crooked grin. “I’ll try not to make you.”

Jeremiah was right. Heaven help you because you won’t be able to make it through this without help.

When Newt leaves with a final wave, you drop your head against the wall, ignoring Jeremiah’s finally. Oh Merlin, what have you gotten yourself into?

EDIT: HA! Fixed it,now Shiro has his scar :>

EDIT: I completely forgot his scar! I’ll fix it later. Time for bed

FMA AU where Shiro is the seventh prince of the Yao family thus is the older more responsible brother of Ling Yao,he also has an automail arm and had no idea that Ling now shares his body with Greed much to his horror.

Ling really respects Shiro and sees him as a rival of sorts thus fueling his drive to become Emperor of Xing before Shiro does.

also don’t forget that link has !! multiple scars on his body !! he’s courageous, but reckless all the same when it comes to his own safety, no matter how much he excels at fighting !!

its no wonder zelda had to constantly be a guiding voice for him to not run straight into danger all the time ……