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This episode just confirms that Luz doesn’t want to go back and stay on Earth, she doesn’t have a life that she wants to return to she only wants to go back to her mom
She looks so sad when she promises that she’ll stay in the human realm. Luz doesn’t want to give up her life on the Boiling Iles, she has actual friends that accept her for who she is, she has an awesome girlfriend, she has a cool principle that will actually listen to her ideas and take them seriously, she has a Found Family that means everything to her there. She doesn’t want to give all that up for the human realm that only looked down on and bullied her, called her weird, too much, annoying.
Room full of broken things
Static world in one of it's early stages, and Mari exhausting herself for a while. She'll get back to action, obviously. But it is especially hard sometimes
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Reminder: not accepted at home?
I'll be your wacky autistic aunt who accepts you and takes you shopping. And we're also stopping for overpriced ice cream and pancakes so you can tell me everything.
Tony survives! Anything But “Mr Stark” Pt. 2 :3
Just say it, Yang
TW: death / animal death
I have not only a little Christmas story for you, but also a continuation of “Black Cats”. Because I don’t want to leave you sad for the holidays, you’ll get to know Reaper’s secret little helper. Even the cold can harbor so much goodness. I wish you a wonderful time. WEBTOON
Please please PLEASE watch this Christmas spot we got in Spain
Batboys with their sometimes-disappeared in Speedforce/ blown up at Sanctuary/ died after beating the shit out of Superboy-Prime/ imprisoned by a twisted version of his dad/ killed after losing a fcking global vote-besties
Thank you Steven Universe!
It’s over, Isn’t it?
Farewell - Behind the Scenes
We’re very excited to tell you that Before the Storm’s bonus episode “Farewell” will be releasing in early 2018 and in even more exciting news; Hannah Telle and Ashly Burch will be returning to play Max and Chloe! As you are all aware, Ashly has been working with the writing team at Deck Nine and we’re ecstatic that she will be returning to play the role of young Chloe.
Rhianna DeVries has done a fantastic job for the voice and motion capture of 16 year old Chloe so far, bringing a little bit of herself to the role, just as Ashly had in the previous game. We are forever thankful to Rhianna for the work she has put into Before the Storm and she will continue to work with us for the motion capture of young Chloe in Farewell.
As a reminder, in the Deluxe Edition’s exclusive bonus episode ‘Farewell’ you will be playing as a young Max Caulfield and this may very well be the last time that you will get to see Max and Chloe together! Unfortunately as much as we’d like to, we can’t say much more about it just now as the team is focused on completing the final stages of polish for episode three, the finale of Before the Storm.
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Can't Help Falling in Love
I don't know how else to be with someone. No matter how much I'd like to.
I used the photomode mod to take a look at Astarion's love confession scene. Normally, the camera is focused on Tav when choosing what to say.
These are the expressions Astarion is making off-screen while you are hovering over dialogue options.
Castiel (to Dean) : I brought something from heaven that reminds me of you.
(pulls out a stick)
Castiel : It's a feeling stick. Whoever is holding the feeling stick has permission to say whatever they are feeling without being judged. I'll go first. Um, I feel like I want to know what you're feeling.
Dean : (walks over and breaks the stick)
Castiel : Believe it or not, that is not the first time someone has broken my feeling stick.
(pulls out another stick)
Cas : I have a travel size.
So am I the only one wanting to cry and grin the whole way through the new clone wars episodes? Like Obi Wan appears and I want to squeal but at the same time I wanna cry because for fucks sake that man is so sad and has gone through so much why do you have to do this to him?
And Anakin seems so happy and enthusiastic and he smiles at obi wan and I have too many feelings about this.
Also very hyped for Maul because he is an amazing character. It’s gonna be epic. (And sad)
And then there is Ahsoka... and I’m crying even more. Someone help
The new cookie run update hit me with the feelings and I'm still in fear what in store now
LEAVE ME ALONE IM CRYING WHY WOULD U DI THIS TO ME
Three Seconds
Paring(s): jj maybank x fem!reader
Summary: three seconds is all it takes for things to fall apart
Side note: A lot of my writing is going to be either smut or heavy on the heartbreak lol, very few happy endings
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One. Two. Three
Three seconds.
One. Two. Three.
Three seconds of silence was all it took for him to completely shut me out. His blonde hair striking against the hue of the sky while his piercing blue eyes stare at me, pleading me to agree.
I opened my mouth to speak yet nothing came out. Instead, a wave of panic spread throughout my body causing an intense feeling of suffocation. My thoughts raced as I realized how serious the situation was.
“We’re sick of your shit.”
“Oh, my shit?” JJ let’s put a humorless laugh before shaking his head.
Kie’s eyes dart to mine before she takes a step towards him, looking at him with such disappointment. “You’re pulling guns on people shit.”
I can tell they’re all waiting for me to jump in, to talk some sense into JJ but for some reason my feet are glued to the floor and my throat is tight and no words are coming out.
Instead, my gaze is locked on the grey duffel bag set at his feet, filled with cash.
Cash that he stole from a drug dealer who had a gun to my head an hour ago.
Anxiety coursed through my veins as my stomach swayed with nausea. I wring my hands together trying to create some type of grounding.
“You need to tell him. Tell him this isn’t what we’re doing.” Pope steps in front of me, his hands gripping my shoulders.
JJ’s gaze was burning a whole right through my head and it took every bit of strength I had to meet his stare head on.
I understood him. Everything he’s ever done, as rash and reckless as he was, there was always a reason. That was something our friends never understood about him, they just played it off as JJ being JJ. This money, as stupid as it was, he needed. It could give him every bit a freedom JJ needed away from his dad.
Luke was cruel and uncaring. Consistently spitting venom at him, reminding of how disappointing and useless JJ is. So, I understand. I would have taken the money too if it gave me some peace away from home.
Sarah and Kie, as sweet and loving as they are, will never understand. They were born Kooks, had homes on figure 8 with parents who love them. They didn’t need this money, but we did. And yet, I knew he couldn’t take the money. We were entering entirely knew territory with gold and guns and there was no certainty that we would be safe.
Barry knew exactly who we were. The moment he pulled the gun, the nuzzle pointed directly at JJ, the boy I’ve been in love with since I was 14, all color drained from my face. My body trembled in fear as I let out a shout and reached for him but Barry switched positions. Suddenly, the gun was pressed against my temple as he shouted demands. But for a brief moment, there was a sense of relief because it was no longer on JJ and I could breathe again. This feeling, this sickening choking panic, I don’t ever want to feel again.
The cut was a small place and if not taking the money meant JJ would be safe then it was a small price to pay. But, I know him. I know he’s not going to understand how I see it but rather take it as a betrayal.
One. Two. Three.
JJ says nothing as his eyes rake over every inch of my face. Three seconds was all it took for him to completely close off.
That choking panic I mentioned earlier? Came back tenth-fold as it finally clicked.
“Jayj…” I reached out to touch his arm, the bracelets I gave him mockingly dangling from his wrist as he jerks away from me.
“Don’t.”
My chest tightened as I drew my hand back, fumbling with my fingers nervously.
JJ ripped his hat off his head before roughly running his hand through his hair. He started to pace, twisting the hat in his hands before stopping in front of all of us.
My heart ached at his obvious distress but I knew my input was the last he wanted now. As far as he was concerned, I didn’t care about him.
Pope let out an exasperated sigh. “You’re acting like a maniac-“
“Pope, I took the fall for you man. Do you know how much money I owe because of you?”
“I’m going to pay you back. I didn’t ask you to do that.”
“I just did. I just did pay it back. “ JJ takes a step forward, pressing his palms on Pope’s chest, shoving him back. “Right here, right now, by myself.”
“Let’s just calm-“ JJ’s glare stopped me in my tracks. He regarded me coldly, his face giving nothing away to the storm that raged in his ice blue orbs.
“Oh what? You suddenly decide you have something to say? Where were you five fucking minutes ago?”
I swallowed hard. “Can I please just explain-“
“Explain what? The fact that you know I need this money and you’re going to act like this is some big moral issue, ” JJ kept his hard set gaze on me, drilling holes into me, daring me to move. “How did you like having a gun pointed at you, huh?”
“You mean the same gun that I stepped in front of because seeing it pointed at you nearly made me sick to my stomach?” I spat, shaking my head at him.
This wasn’t fair. He didn’t get to do this to me. Not now.
He said nothing to me, instead he turned his gaze to the Twinkie, twisting his ring around his finger anxiously.
“JJ, you take this money, you open the door for a whole lot of other shit. You think Barry’s just going to let you take it?”
“Listen to your girlfriend, man.” John B stepped up, clapping JJ on the back.
JJ shrugged him off as he took three quick steps towards me, forcing me to tilt my head up at him.
“What girlfriend?” He spat, his eyes darting in between mine, before settling into a sick satisfaction at my sharp in take of breath.
“JJ-“
“You know what?” He stated, bending down to grab the duffel. “I’m going to go off by myself.”
“You don’t get to do this shit.” I snapped as I reached for the duffel and tugged it towards me. “You want to treat me like shit? Fine, I dont care as long as I don’t find you dead in a ditch.”
JJ blinked at me and said nothing. The only thing giving away his emotion is the tightened grip on the bag.
“Go, then. Since you’re so eager to leave, but you’re not taking the money.” My breath came out short as the anger pounds through my blood.
“Or what? You’re gonna stop me? Last time I checked, I didn't need a god damn hang on.” I wince at the anger in his voice and fight the urge to shut down.
"Stop acting like you don't care , JJ. "
“I expected this from them, but never you.” His ring covered fingers danced along my chin, before he gripped it tightly forcing my eyes on him. “You were supposed to have my back. You told me that you got me, that you understand me. All I know now is that you a fucking liar.”
“I’m trying to protect you.” I plead, “Why can’t you see that?”
JJ scoffs, “Protect me? What do you think is gonna happen if I don’t pay back the restitution?”
“We can find another way-“
“I DONT have anything else.” He shouted in my face, his façade finally cracking under the pressure. “What don’t you understand? This is all I fucking have.”
I felt my grip on the bag weaken as I processed his words. It was normal for JJ to lash out when he felt cornered, but it was never directed at me.
My body trembled as I stared at him with a look I can only describe as broken. “You have me.”
I spoke the words softly knowing if I spoke any louder, the shake in my voice would give me away.
One. Two. Three.
Three seconds was all it took for him to completely and utterly break me.
“That’s not enough.”
Whatever fight I had left, fled from my body as my fingers let go of the duffel. I bit the inside of my cheek, fighting back the tears that threaten to escape.
“You win, JJ.”
My eyes slowly traced every part of his face. From the sun grazed blonde strands that laid in a messy heap on his head, to the bronze tan arms from spending hours out on the waves that complimented his bright blue eyes.
I waited for what felt like hours, but was a mere moment, for JJ to take it back. For him to apologize and pull me into his arms. Instead, we just stared at each other, no one saying a word.
Then, he tilted his head turned around and left, leaving what felt like a blazing trail of carnage in his wake.
It felt like all the air had been sucked out of my body. Small hands wrap themselves around me as my legs suddenly feel like they’ve been kicked out from under me. The familiar sweet scent of Sarah filled my nose, as she pulled me into her arms, physically holding me up.
The Reason is You Zine is Out!!
At long last, The Reason is You is out!!
A big thank-you to all of our contributors, from our writers to our artists to our translators to our designers. This project could not have happened without everyone involved, so please send everyone love!
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We here at TRYZine hope that you enjoy the zine. It's been a year since the end of Purgatory, but Guapoduo lives on forever thanks to the community. In other words:
The reason is you!!
something something parallels
my piece for the History is Full of Wars zine!
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Do you remember him, Buzz?
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Man, I thought there'll be Woody stand-alone movie like what they did to Buzz. But Toy Story 5??? I don't think that's a good idea :/
Gods die when people stop believing in them. You are a god, and your last follower is dying. Your days are numbered.
That’s lovely.
Think about what these kids learned about appreciating the “invisible” helpers!
The fact that nobody is talking about Secret’s new commercials pisses me off
Been thinking about the book Loveless lately, so I couldn’t resist drawing some fanart of Georgia!
After I started reading Heartstopper, my friend recommended Loveless to me. All throughout I related to Georgia even more than I had any fictional character in the past. During the scene when Sunil was telling Georgia was asexual and aromantic meant, I teared up.
That was the moment I realized I’m aroace.
This book is beautiful and it helped me in ways I don’t even think I fully understand. Thank you so much Alice Oseman. 💙🩵🤍💛🧡
I wouldn't say it better, thank you I'm going to be sentimental. Thanks to everyone from the kindest fandom I ever be part of, you're making amazing job.
When I read fanfiction or look at art, I fall in love again and again in so so many ways with them. Every. Damn. Time.
I've seen lots of fans remark on how wonderful it is that the Good Omens fandom leaves space for such diverse interpretations of the characters and story. So many of us find different ways to see ourselves in Aziraphale and Crowley, whether that's our identities or experiences or interests...
But for me this goes beyond just having space for different fans' preferences. What amazes me about this fandom is that I adore and resonate with so many seemingly conflicting interpretations of Aziraphale and Crowley's story, and I think lots of others do too. I'll read a fic in which they've been together romantically for 6000 years and it makes as much sense to me as one in which they get together after thwarting the apocalypse, and of course I'll love a queer platonic take on their relationship just as much. I read fics in which they are asexual and I'm like "yeah, exactly!" on the same day that I'll savor a tender and sexy PWP fic. I've read and seen them portrayed as every experience of gender identity and been like "yup, that's them (and I see myself in that too)". I've read different takes on how they experience human mental health or neurodiversity and they all resonate. I've read fics where Aziraphale's kisses burn like holy water and I'm thinking, "of course that is what would happen"; fics where angel kisses turn to freckles ("obviously"); then I'll read a different interpretation where kisses are just soft and human and that makes perfect sense too.
What's amazing about this experience is that I don't recall feeling this way about previous fandoms and ships. With other ships I tended to have a singular narrative in my head about "how it would be", and beyond AUs I felt like the fandom kind of did too. Maybe that's because I'm older now, but I don't think it's just my age... this fandom is fundamentally queerer and more pluralistic.
The way that the Good Omens fandom invites us all to hold multiple different headcanons and interpretations without them feeling "conflicting" is amazing. It's a beautiful expression of plurality, empathy, and fluidity that itself reflects a rather queer and feminist way of seeing the world. And that's lovely. What if we saw more of the real world that way, with room for gray area and nuance? Letting two conflicting things be true at once, just like Crowley and Aziraphale integrate darkness/light? Like them, we're conditioned to think about binary options and "two sides". Like them, we can inspire each other to see life more fluidly than that, while also taking a firm stand for something we believe in.
stop calling him ugly binky you guys it's making me cry. i want to hold hands and be a good friend to binky :(
Be nice to Binky and he might share a popsicle
Ramble??
Crying because you miss someone even though you talk to them on the daily<<<<<
Sometimes I think I’m overdramatic. Maybe I am? Idk, but I would like to say how thankful I am for my partner. They see the good in me that I have a hard time seeing in myself. They make me feel happy and safe, and if you see this (you know who you are) know we all are always grateful to have an amazing partner and we all swear to be there for you like you’re there for us. I could write whole paragraphs about how amazing you guys are, and just know that every time we say we love you, we mean it. -🐾