poetry prompt: there are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamt in your philosophy
you leave traces of yourself in my bones, your mania and unbridled desire (desire for more, for anything) licking at the soft marrow.
whenever i touch you, my heart is sixteen again, nervous and thumping off-beat. i touch my tongue to my teeth and forget to breathe when
you tell me to talk to you in latin (the fact that no one speaks dead languages anymore does not faze you); when i say, quid me nutrit me destruit, you do not understand, and press kisses to my neck in between repeated whispers of te amo, te amo.
you constantly tell me, horatio, you are always right, but later, when your skin grows cold and i taste the blood and wine in your mouth, i hope to god i’m wrong.
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Something that really bothers me is people acting like we’re somehow bad cat owners for keeping indoor cats and ‘not letting them go out!’. Most UK cats are outdoor cats, and so we get bad looks and accusations of being ‘cruel’ for keeping our two boys indoors.
But there’s just so much wrong with that mentality.
1. They’re not the usual wild-at-heart moggies. They’re ragdolls, a breed that is extremely well-suited to indoor life. Whilst I am a huge supporter of adopting and have many issues with breeding pedigree animals, we got our two specifically because ragdolls make good therapy/emotional support animals and my husband grew up with one. We went out of our way and found the most responsible breeder we could. But the point is, these cats are bred to mostly be indoor pets.
2. We hope to own our own home in the next few years rather than rent, and our first 'home improvement’ priority is going to be to build a large outdoor run attached to the house, so they have the freedom to enjoy the sun and fresh air.
3. Even for those with moggies, you’ll find that most cats can live content lives indoors providing they have adequate stimulation. Our boys have a large cat tree, many toys (including interactive ones they can use when we’re not home), and until recently also had a water fountain and a 'cat grass’ pad to graze from. They have a lot of things to keep them entertained.
4. Bonus of having them indoors; they don’t hunt or hurt any local wildlife, which in the UK is being decimated by cats. Instead Marius brings us offerings of potatoes, christmas baubles and freezer bags from around the house.
5. Truth be told, I don’t trust people; there’s a lot of dodgy people in this town, and I don’t want to run the risk of someone stealing or hurting our babies. I also don’t want them getting run over by cars. The honest truth is just that indoor cats = less chance of injuries that may require veterinary treatment.
6. We always have cats in the house to cuddle! Win-win!
No one can say we’re not responsible cat owners. Our boys are neutered, vaccinated, regularly get health checks, are microchipped and have collars with name/ID tags AND a 'I am microchipped!’ tag just in case…even though they never go outside.
I’m never going to tell someone they’re wrong for having an outdoor cat. Not ever. I’m sure there are some cats that simply cannot be kept indoors - it’s not in their nature. But likewise, I’d like people to stop acting like having indoor cats is some kind of crime against catkind. Trust me when I say our boys are spoiled and happy beasts.
(On top of all that, Enjolras has an anxiety disorder and literally doesn’t like being outside. Sometimes we let them into the high-walled courtyard to stretch their legs, but Enjolras dislikes the outdoors and rarely ventures out of the house even when allowed.)
Let me make it clear before you read on that this post is not McHanzo related so to speak, but it is fandom related. I just got back online after a three day long mental breakdown, and I want to talk about some things. It’s gonna be a long one.
The most important thing I want to talk about is this fandom. Before Friday, when I had the first breakdown of many last weekend due to real life stuff, there was a lot going on here and building up here. Nothing out of the ordinary for me and Lynn– some people treated us badly, we responded, and suddenly there was a witch-hunt in the tag for us. Happens all the time, no big deal, usually.
But it is a big deal to me right now. Why is that not out of the ordinary for me and Lynn? Why are we used to people treating us this way, acting as if every word we speak has to be scrutinised, or as if we need to act in a way that suits everyone, or not act at all?
I want the people who think this way of us to read these words carefully: We Are Not A Service.
We are not an official blog. We represent no one but ourselves, and we never claimed otherwise. We are just two human beings running a blog and trying to have a good time with a community who shares our interest.
Yet every time we try to do something, spanning as far back as when we brought in the Artist and Author directory or the Spotify playlist, we see hate in the tag here, or on twitter, or sent to us anonymously, because we’ve apparently done something wrong.
Now, sometimes, when we know the source, we know what the real issue is. But if all we see is people insulting myself and Lynn as people because of the way we’ve said something or worded something, or because we acted in a way somebody didn’t like and word travels from person to person that we’re suddenly horrible, we can’t possibly know how to respond.
I had a talk with someone today who had some things about myself and Lynn miscommunicated to them by other people, who probably heard from someone else, etc, etc. When I heard what their grievances were with us and I helped clear up where they were wrong and where they were right, I feel like it was a good conversation. This person learned something about who we really are as people, and I got some constructive criticism rather than mindless hate.
The things to be learned from that conversation are, first of all, that you can always approach me and Lynn if you have some constructive criticism. Don’t assume that someone else has and that we’ve just ignored them. I can tell you that 100% of the time thus far, we need input, because nobody just comes straight up and tells us, “Hey, I think you could do this better this way,” or something.
Secondly, do not believe everything you hear about us. This person today heard a weird rumour that people who ship certain other ships (such as McReyes, in this case) were not going to be allowed in our McHanzo Zine. I don’t even know where that rumour came from– I ship McReyes myself, why would I do that? If you’ve heard something and you’re worried, just ask us.
The third, learned not only by that conversation, but by my entire experience running this blog, is to try to remember that me and Lynn are just people. We have feelings, we’re not all-knowing, we’re not perfect. We do not always know if there’s a problem unless you tell us. We get things wrong sometimes and we are 100% capable of owning that and improving. Please, please don’t assume that we do not care. We see all tagged hate both here and on Twitter because we check the tags for content. It hurts when it’s personal.
I am just getting pretty tired, my friends, which is why I’m making this post. These last few days, when I tried to come online to escape what’s happening in my life right now, all I came back to was hate, drama, and more hate, and a lot of it very personally directed at us as people. I was this close to quitting this blog, dropping the Zine, deleting Discord, etc. But then I remembered that I used to have so much fun doing this, I really did. It isn’t fun right now, and I mean that when I say it. But it can be again sometime.
I know some of what I’m feeling has something to do with the fact that my mental health is literally in the drain right now because of things in my life, but the fact that I care about this blog has not helped, because that makes it hurt even more when the personal attacks come in.
But yeah, in summary– yes, we fuck up. No, we are not always aware of it, because we are human beings and no one is perfect. People rarely bring it to our attention when we do, and instead they complain and tag hate, which spreads, and creates an impression of us as people that others begin to think is true. This can be solved by just talking to us.
I really mean it. Just talk to us, cause I promise you we are listening.
i’m just.. ok, you hate everything about andromeda, that’s fine. You do you. Can we just.. let people be happy about it tho? I really, really loved it, and idk if that’s just me being positive or what, but i’m getting real tired of people telling me i’m wrong and stupid for liking it like??? get away from me
ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THIS (SPN SEASON 12-13 HIATUS FIC)
**Hey guys, this is gonna be a multi-chapter fic, and as I’m no longer on Ao3, it’ll be exclusively on my Tumblr blog- if you don’t want to miss a chapter let me know and I’ll tag you in future instalments! Starts out angsty but I promise will end happy!!!**
“Where am I?” The question came instantly, unbidden, before his eyes had even had a chance to adjust to the blackness. Speaking felt different somehow; the words hung heavy and strange on Castiel’s tongue. Something was wrong. He blinked, reaching his hands out in front of him, trying to orient himself, trying to verify this was real, that he was somewhere tangible, but the darkness was so impossibly thick he couldn’t even tell if he was moving.
“You’re in the Empty,” a familiar but unwelcoming voice answered calmly. Other voices sounded distantly, a faint hum.
“No,” Castiel said, automatically denying. He tried to furrow his brow but again had the disorienting sensation of not really existing, of somehow being disjointed from his body- any body.
“Feels strange, doesn’t it? You’ll get used to it,” the voice continued contemptuously. “If you decide to stay, that is.”
“Stay?” Cas repeated blankly. “Why would I… I don’t belong here. I’m not- I’m not-”
“Dead?” the voice supplied. Castiel tried to convince himself he was imagining the mirth in the rich female voice.
“Think, Castiel. What’s the last thing you remember?”
Cas wracked his brain.
“The portal,” he answered slowly. “Lucifer. I stabbed him… I knew it wouldn’t kill him, but I hoped it would buy me time to escape before the portal closed…”
“And did it? Buy you time?”
He remembered stepping through the portal, back to the dirt ground outside the lake house, night falling. He remembered just one glimpse of Dean’s face, relieved and hopeful, impossibly beautiful… and then those brilliant green eyes widening in fear, in shock-
“He- Lucifer. He followed me?” Cas questioned uncertainly.
“You’re dead, Castiel. You tell me.” It was hard to tell, of course, given the pitch-blackness, but the voice sounded gloating. Why was it so familiar? A woman’s voice he’d heard before, several times…
“No,” Cas repeated, but the sinking feeling betrayed him. He couldn’t be dead. He couldn’t be. In the Empty? Was it possible?
“And now, you’re gonna stay dead.”
Castiel’s chest clenched in horror. “Billie…” he whispered.
“Welcome to your afterlife, Castiel.”
“Dean,” Sam’s voice sounded gently. “It’s time.”
“No,” Dean answered immediately. His voice was hoarse from disuse.
They were still at the lakehouse.
“Dean,” Sam repeated softly. His hazel eyes brimmed with concern. “It’s been two days. We have to say goodbye.”
“No,” Dean said, with a little more force.
After spying the Nephilim in the corner of the nursery, Sam barely had time to react before the yellow-eyed human-angel hybrid vanished with an eerie grin. Sam had searched the house and yard top to bottom but the Nephilim was long gone. Reluctantly, Sam had gone back outside to his brother who was still kneeling, still as a statue, next to his fallen best friend.
The image of the tattered, black wings scorched onto the ground was too much- too final, but Dean couldn’t look away. He’d stared at the black outline of feathers and bone because he couldn’t bring himself to look at Cas, at the familiar trench coat and tie splayed on the ground; at the dark hair that the angel had learned to style but that Dean always secretly preferred messed up; at the strong limbs bent at an awkward angle where he’d fallen; at the eyes that once were once an unusually bright blue but were now closed forever. He’d sat there, broken but dry-eyed, not caring about the Nephilim, not caring about anything, until Sam returned and found him.
Sam retrieved a grey blanket from the Impala and draped it across Dean’s shoulders before sitting himself down cross-legged beside him. The brothers sat in silence, tears finally allowed to streak down Sam’s cheeks, Dean stone-faced but clearly devastated. It was dawn before Sam finally made a move to go inside. He put a hand under Dean’s arm, tugging upward, but Dean shrugged him off.
“I’m staying,” Dean said gruffly.
Sam didn’t argue. He did a final once-over of the house, checking for anything out of the ordinary, anything that needed to be cleaned up or destroyed. Kelly’s body had vanished with the Nephilim and while Sam was greatly concerned, he was somewhat relieved at not having to find her family or bury yet another victim of the supernatural world.
He gave Dean an hour before rummaging through the house and making Dean a strong cup of coffee with lots of sugar. Dean accepted the cup but didn’t drink.
“We can give him a hunter’s funeral,” Sam said finally. “Do you want to come with me to chop some wood?”
“No!” Dean burst out immediately.
Sam blinked in surprise. “Dean… we can’t just leave him.”
“I’ll bury him myself.”
“I said I’ll do it myself!” Dean roared.
Sam bit back his reply. Cas was an angel, after all- he shouldn’t have a soul; not that he was likely to come back as a ghost anyway. “Okay,” Sam sighed, resigned. “Whatever you want.”
“Just… just not yet,” Dean said, and he tore his eyes away from the scorch marks long enough to glance at Sam.
Sam nodded in understanding. Dean looked so vulnerable, his bottom lip trembling, the muscles in his jaw clenching as Dean struggled to keep himself together. He turned back to Cas, this time his calloused hand gingerly clasping the angel’s.
That had been two days ago, and while Sam was still mourning as well, he also understood that they needed to get moving. Their mom- who knew what was happening to her this very moment? Not to mention, it was surely only a matter of time before angels and demons alike came sniffing around- it wasn’t safe for them to stay here any longer. And Cas… Sam wasn’t sure what happened to the bodies of fallen angels whose vessels were not really a vessel, but their own body personally hand-crafted by God, but Sam didn’t want to wait to find out. They needed to put their friend to rest.
Finally Dean broke. “I can’t, Sammy. I can’t do it. I can’t.” For the first time in two days, Dean wept, deep, heart-wrenching sobs that shuddered through his whole body. It was too much- Cas, their mother and Lucifer back, both of them lost, the Nephilim escaped, Cas…
Sam itched to comfort him, but he knew Dean would probably reject the affection. It was uncharacteristic of Dean even to allow himself this kind of public grief. Sam settled for kneeling beside him and placing a hand on his shoulder. The younger Winchester wasn’t entirely certain he fully understood the bond between Dean and Cas, but it was painfully obvious that to Dean, this was a loss unlike any other. “I’m sorry,” Sam murmured quietly. “I’m so sorry.”
Eventually, Dean’s ragged gasps slowed and evened out. His eyes remained glassy and red-rimmed, but his tears stopped. He looked exhausted, world-weary; he had every right to, of course, but it wasn’t often he let himself own it.
Neither Winchester was prepared for when Castiel’s once-lifeless body suddenly shuddered before them, sucking in a loud breath.
Castiel pushed himself up to sitting, chest heaving as he blinked around at them.
White as a sheet, Dean stared in terror, scrambling to get off the ground. Sam pulled him to his feet, shaking.
“Dean?” Cas rasped in his gravelly voice. He hurriedly scrambled to his feet as well, his eyes flicking briefly to Sam but remaining chiefly fixed on Dean.
It was a split-second before Dean’s face tightened, his hand pulled back, and a well-aimed fist connected harshly with Castiel’s jaw.
“It was almost enough to distract me from noticing Azriel as those shadows lightened, and his gaze slid over Mor’s body: a red, flowing gown of chiffon accented with gold cuffs, and combs fashioned like gilded leaves swept back the waves of her unbound hair. A wisp of shadow curled around Azriel’s ear, and his eyes snapped to mine. I schooled my face into bland innocence.”
Thinking about Az because of having Thoughts with @squaddreamcourt and found this… I love Azriel’s shadows. I’m so fascinated by them. And I love moriel. And Mor. And I want to know better how they work. The shadows, that is. I know there have been some posts on this, but I’m just… going off on my own thing here. Because I searched my book for “shadows” after I decided to talk about this quote, and they are everywhere.
It was Rhys who suggested that the shadows came to Az when he was locked away:
“There was an icy rage in Azriel I had never been able to thaw. In the centuries I’d known him, he’d said little about his life, those years in his father’s keep, locked in darkness. Perhaps the shadowsinger gift had come to him then, perhaps he’d taught himself the language of shadow and wind and stone.”
It is interesting to me that Rhys wouldn’t understand where they came from (at least with 100% certainty). Is this a thing that just… happens to people? When they go through trauma?
And also this:
“Yes—Azriel, who kept a step away, whose shadows trailed him and seemed to fade in her presence.”
If his shadows came to him when he was in such a dark place… and they fade away around Mor… tbh I’m dead? Like maybe they will… disappear when he is finally FREAKING HAPPY WITH HER? Or… maybe it has something to do with her power?
(And them disappearing is not necessarily a bad thing - I also have a lot of Problems with the work he does for Rhys - honestly he’s the last person who should be torturing people, and I really think that Rhys is taking advantage of him in the sense that Az would never tell him he is uncomfortable or doesn’t want to do that work. Clearly, he throws himself into it. But he shouldn’t? And who is going to stop him? Mor tries, we’ve seen, to at least get him to take a break.)
Anyway, I’m just having some Half-Developed Thoughts™ while I grade, so… do with all of that what you will. Don’t take them too seriously.
I was wondering what your opinion of Israel/Palestine is. I personally believe that both have claims to the land, and that there is a problem with how a lot of the Palestinian are being treated, but there is the problem of how some of the Palestinians are reacting to that treatment, and if there is a reason that I am missing here, please tell me, I would appreciate knowing more.
This is a frequent and exhausting topic. I would recommend looking through our “israel/palestine” tag.
The short version is that I support the right of both peoples to stay in the country and to find an expulsion free, rights protected solution be that one-state or two-states. I don’t support any solution that is centered around the expulsion of either of the peoples. I find that the loudest voices in the pro-Israel and pro-Palestinian movements are wrong in their desires to completely villify and displace the opposition in one way or the other. I’m also against economic boycott against any part of Israel that isn’t the settlements and any form of Academic or Cultural boycott. The trend of demonizing the opposition is only making matters worse. The only possible lasting solution is co-existence. That needs to be the focus. Not blame. Not demonization. We have to accept the reality that no one is going anywhere.
Hi I was the anon who submitted one question about whether or not it was ok to change a heterosexual's sexuality but not a homosexual's sexuality - for my part that was merely a polite question since I felt morally conflicted about the situation. I am not myself heterosexual but I see it necessary to question whether or not things are actually fair. Now your followers are telling me to go die and I guess if you have a simple moral question you're a monster.. I am sorry if I made you feel bad tho
Hi anon. I perfectly understood your question and the reason why you asked it, hence why I gave my personal opinion on the matter. Now, people going to tell you to go die is news to me. I never, ever said your question was wrong, I never said you were a monster, I never asked for any kind of retaliation on you (there was nothing to retaliate for, to begin with). I never saw any comments that were aggressive on the post itself or the tags people left. So this you speak of must’ve been people coming to your ask or chat to say this? I presume.
I am sorry to hear this. If someone here went through the trouble of finding out who you were (since you have been on anon the entire time) and be nasty to you about a simple question, then just know I don’t condone it and I, as it’s obvious, never asked for that.
If you have been on my blog you know I’m all up for dialogue and respect before anything else. I know I cannot possibly control what other people do. But just know I don’t approve of it.
Going on someone else’s blog just to tell them to “go die” it’s a nasty, childish thing to do. Specially if it’s just for sending a question that was, in my opinion, respectfully asked.
Pairing: Dean x Reader Word count: 688 Warnings: Minor angst
You’d left the boys a note at the motel saying you were out. They’d get back from a hunt, clean up, and go out. Dean would come back with some bar skank, and you’d have to listen to it. So, here you were. Slamming back shots and hoping that you’d end up with someone else for the night. There were a few bars in town, so you figured they’d wind up somewhere else.
Feeling a hand on your lower back, you turned, ready to lay into someone…when you saw Dean. By now, your tongue was pretty loose. “Dean?”
He gave you that heart stopping grin. “Drinking without us?” He chuckled, motioning for two more shots.
“Might as well.” You muttered, taking the shot.
“What’s that mean?”
Sighing, you leaned on your elbow and looked at him. “It means, I’m tired of hearing some skank in your motel room screaming your name.” He stared at you. “I look at you, and I just love you, and it terrifies me. It terrifies me what I would do for you.” Your heart was pounding in your chest. “But you don’t seem to notice me. I’m gonna leave you to it.”
Dean stopped you, his eyes full of…what what was? Longing? “I love you, too. You’re just too good for me, Y/N.” He sighed, running his hand through his hair. You were staring at him like you had spaced out. “Y/N/N?” He waved his hand in front of his face.
“I’m sorry.” You blinked. “I could have sworn that you just said that you love me.”
He blushed- which was something you’d never seen- and nodded. “You did. I love you.” He chuckled lightly. “I’m head over heels, stupidly in love with you.”
“I–” You were way too drunk for this. “Tell me that when I’m sober…” You leaned a hand on the bar to steady yourself.
“Yeah, yeah, of course.” Dean agreed, already regretting the words. There was no way that you’d remember this, and you’d wake up tomorrow with a hangover. Life would go on as if he’d never admitted his feelings for you. “Join me for one more drink before we head back?” He smiled.
You rolled your eyes dramatically. “Like I could tell you no!” You laughed.
This show gets a little ridiculous with their callbacks. Many pertaining to Beth, many not. But this is how I see it. She is coming back. I have never looked at another dead character in TWD (maybe Denise) that had me thinking there wasn’t a story left to tell. Many friends and I have thought of the impossibility of her death given the storyline they were telling. She is strong and she will be back stronger than ever.
To the haters that continue trolling our blog, feel free to give me hate for this. I don’t mind. We have a belief that you do not like. Let me give you a hint, that is life. Sometimes there are disagreements and that is okay. Just move on and don’t let it get you riled up.
I am going to be here until she shows up regardless of how long you decide to come into the tag and tell me I am wrong. That I am reading way too much into the show.
The funny thing is, the casual viewers are thinking into it now. Not just us. The writers have casual fans questioning the death of certain characters, it is just the way the show runs.
Beth may not be back this season, she might, but callbacks are callbacks. And our belief is our belief.
Beth is alive in our opinion and my mind can not be changed. It’s time to settle the differences and move on.
You stay strong in your belief that she is dead as we will with ours that she is alive.
Differing opinions should create discussion not fights.
Do what you wish, but I will be waiting here for Beth.
A masterlist of fics that I really love reading. updated: 1.17.17
Okay, so I have a bunch of fics that I keep in my “likes” so I could read over and over again, but now they’re getting burried. I would use my drafts, but I already use that for fics that I’m going to read lol these are all Bucky unless stated otherwise
So I found this a few weeks ago and me, being that girl who has ideas for AU’s out of a simple gif or photo, decided to do this one! yes i actually posted something done recently and not months ago -Lyn
So you’re a freelance photographer that has been on several model photo shoots by request
And you’re asked to be the photographer for this one photoshoot
They set it up for the next month
Because of the model’s schedules and shit
And so you accept the request and mark it on your schedule thing
During that whole month, you’re going around, taking scenery photos since you haven’t got any other requests
The day of the photoshoot you get your trusty camera and head off to the place
It’s not far away from your home so you just walk there
When you get there, there are people setting up shit
And you find the director talking to this one guy who you thought was a random staff member
You walked passed them to look at what the scenario was and all the technical things
But when you passed them
You couldn’t help but glance at him
And you immediately went
Is this the model
Because was he handsome or was he handsome
You waited for the model to come out
Causing you to space out and stare into the distant
And you failed to notice the guy you saw was trying to get your attention
When you finally snapped back you looked at him
Your jaw almost dropped
Because damn was he handsome or was he handsome
And he asked you ‘Hey are you the freelance the director said to come here?'
You slowly nodded feeling your cheeks heat up
'He said he had changed mind and asked me to do the photoshoot instead’
Wait he did what?
You immediately went to see the director but the guy holds you back and says
'I know that sucks but he told me since you were a freelancer, he was insecure about your skills at this and he says he’s sorry about this mess but you’re invited to stay’
You stared at him and proceeded to do whatever he said
You wanted to be the one taking the photos but since the director did that behind your back
You had to just sit back and watch
And so you did
You saw him take the photos and it made you notice some small things
The way how he interacted with the model, how he smiled whenever he took a photo to his liking
But you slapped yourself mentally
No you’re not supposed to like a guy you just met
But you felt compelled to like him somehow
After the shoot, the director came to you and apologized for what he did
You said that the other guy explained the situation and you forgave him
The director asked if you’d be willing to do another sometime later
You accept it as long as you are acknowledged of any changes
He agrees and leaves off to do whatever he needs
And so you’re left there pondering whether to go home or to talk to that other photographer
You then realized you never got the guy’s name
So you wander around trying to find him
Only to no avail
You ask some people if they have seen him leave
And someone says 'oh, I’ve seen him leave, I think I saw him go to the coffee shop'
You thank the person and head for the nearest coffee shop
You enter the shop and you see him pay for a bunch of coffee and snacks
You walk up to him and lightly touch his shoulder
He looks like he was about to screech but then went 'oh its that freelancer'
You notice the bags on the counter (and they seem like alot) so you offer help
He gladly accepts and you two walk back
He asks you 'did you solve everything with the director’
You nod and say that you’d probably do the next photoshoot he requests
He goes 'oh okay’
There’s a brief silence before he asks 'you went to the shop to buy coffee only to leave empty handed'
And you say 'not really im carrying something'
And he gives you the most monotonous laugh you have heard
And you end up laughing at it
He laughs at your laugh
You both end up not knowing why you were laughing
'So I never got your name, what is it?’
And he says its Taeyong
You answer back with yours and he repeats it and you swear your face gets hotter
Like who turned the heat up
You’re outside not inside
For your luck he doesnt notice that
So you two get back with snacks and coffee and stuff
And everyone gets coffee
And you wander off to a corner on your phone checking any emails
But Taeyong beingthemomheis notices that
And he goes up to you and says 'i’m sorry i forgot to buy for you, i didnt know if you were going to stay or not so you can have mine’
And you replied with 'it’s okay tho, i don’t mind’
But he insists and you end up giving in
You thank him and you go next time I’ll pay you
And he says 'its okay you don’t have to’
'But I want to though.’
He says fine, but can you give me your phone number though? if I don’t have it, how am i supposed to call you?’
Your face gets hot again and you give your phone number to him
He notices you look a bit flustered and asks what’s wrong
You tell him that there’s nothing wrong, it’s just his imagination
He gets kind of suspicious but shrugs it off
After talking for a bit you both go off on your ways
But as soon as you get home you both start messaging each other
And you end up falling asleep at god knows what hour talking to him
I really appreciate your take and focus on what you've seen of the game. As someone who liked ME1 a lot more than many others have, you're making me really excited.
I was not in any way lying when I said that this preview singlehandedly restored my MEA hype.
I mean, it’s the trial, so there’s the possibility that after you get off the first non-story planet the whole thing falls apart. You nudge the Nomad into a rock and the whole side of the map just falls over because it was just a painted backdrop. Maybe they introduce a surprise seventh squadmate named “Metra” who is just palette-swapped Vetra wearing glasses. Maybe every romance option betrays you and starts dating Garrus Vakarian (how is he- don’t ask) because “he’s just sooooo much better than a boring human like you.”
But from the beginning of MEA hype, the devs have been talking about how they were specifically inspired by ME1 and it shows in basically everything I’ve seen in the first 10 hours. To sound like a total corporate shill, it’s a love letter to ME1. You liked the ME1 format of galaxy map exploration? Good, because it’s exactly the same except with better prompting and a button just for making space porn screenshots. You liked rolling around on non-mission planets in the Mako for hours? Good, here’s the Nomad, who’s just like the Mako except now there’s stuff on the planets you’re rolling around on for hours and also you can tinker with her the way you only dreamed about with the Mako.
(”Got a minute, Pathfinder?” Vetra asks. “Can it wait for a bit?” you reply, fist-deep in the Nomad’s undercarriage, “I’m in the middle of some calibrations.”)
You like this face?
Good, now everyone can make this face.
Don’t get me wrong - I think there’s a lot of legitimate criticisms to be made of the game (and the marketing, oh god) and I am 100% against telling people they shouldn’t be negative because again, lots of legitimate criticisms, but I’ve been hyped about a game with ME1 heart and DAI hair, and that’s this game.