
I hear this fanfic’s pretty good

I hear this fanfic’s pretty good

Why is the context so accurate
And that wasn’t even the last time

SMT: the Dark Souls of Persona

How it feels like to fight Shesha in NG+

It will always be special to me

synthetic-psychopath asked:
finita--la--commedia answered:
yes, I speak / read / write / think and dream in Russian.
I even suffer in Russian - fluently.
It’s my Mother tongue.

Dearests @dostoevsky-is-myworld , @sendmethemoonandthestars and @finita–la–commedia , please tell me if you do not appreciate me using your clever post to shamelessly make ignorant memes you do not even understand because you’re not into these games.
If so I shall delete this thing pronto.

The picture of our friendly girl may belong to me but much to my chagrin the one of the actual animal doesn’t. I just googled ‘tenrec’ because apparently that’s a thing.
Last night I woke up in a cold sweat after having a dream where Benvolio and Mercutio spoke only in modern slang and I can’t stop thinking about it
There seemed to be something wrong with my comments so I’ll just reblog it.
Sorry :(
SCENE IV. A street. [extract]
I made the dreamer scene for you :)
Give me a torch: I am not for this ambling;
Being but heavy, I will bear the light.
Nah, Romeo, fam, you totes gotta hit tha dancefloor.
Not I, believe me: you have dancing shoes
With nimble soles: I have a soul of lead
So stakes me to the ground I cannot move.
What about yo ho; strip that old fart Cupid
of his wings and fucking soar,
you lucky bastard.
I am too sore enpierced with his shaft
To soar with his light feathers, and so bound,
I cannot bound a pitch above dull woe:
Under love’s heavy burden do I sink.
Jeez, if you suffering so damn much
why don’t we just forget this and get mad drunk
But nah, you actually do love that sweet, soft feeling
you lying bitch.
Is love a tender thing? it is too rough,
Too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.
Man, if love hurts you just beat the crap out of it;
For every hit, get down withcho bad self.
Also where the hood at?!
Put it on, that way nobody
will be able to see your ugly mug
So sad none will see mine tho.
Knock knock bitch, and as soon as we’re in
we raise hell, gots it?
A torch for me: let wantons light of heart
Tickle the senseless rushes with their heels,
For I am proverb’d with a grandsire phrase;
I’ll be a candle-holder, and look on.
The game was ne'er so fair, and I am done.
And we mean well in going to this mask;
But 'tis no wit to go.
Oh God, why the hell is that?
Please quit your bitching.
I dream’d a dream to-night.
No [irony]. For real? Well dang man me too.
Well, what was yours?
That dreamers are often full of shit.
Let’s get this party started