Shell, 18 Michigan. Animal lover, Tattoo lover. Anxiety and depression rule my life right now and I'm still trying to figure out how to take the reins back.
that’s almost too cruel
I had to do this once with Privateer II: The Darkening. It gained a bit when he said “I bet you didn’t play it through, I bet somebody just told you how…” and I was able to smile gently and say “God, possibly, since I wrote the game.” And plainly the Deity was with me that day, as I happened to be carrying docs from my UK agent (who’d done the deal) that showed not only that I was the writer, but the five-figure sum I had been paid. …It was a happy day for me. Not so much for him. I’d never had a referent for the word “slink” for a full grown male before. As in “slink away in utter dejection.” I smiled for at least three days without stopping. And am smiling now… I had completely forgotten about this.
Reblogging because “I beat the game” is fantastic, but “I wrote the damn thing” is even better.
I’m not a gamer but I’ll always reblog these.
imagine waking up to Luke looking down at you while your head is in his chest and his fingers are making patterns in your hair. “Good morning beautiful” he would say in his morning voice and just look at you lovingly as you snuggle more into his chest and mutter “s’more minutes” and he’d chuckle and just shower your face with kisses I need to be stopped