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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JOSÉ PEDRO BALMACEDA PASCAL!

b. April 2, 1975 | Santiago, Chile

DEAD SPACE • dev. Motive Studio

I wish I could talk to you. I’m sorry… I’m sorry about everything.

Why am I the funniest at the buttfuck of dawn??

Me knowing we'll never get a Call of Duty: Ghosts sequel:

Me realizing I can just read other people's fics that resolve the ending of the game:

This man deserved better and I STAND BY THAT!!!!

Isaac does subvert a lot of the regular macho hero type tropes, but one of the more subtle things about his particular skill set is that pretty much everything he’s able to do requires a pound of flesh to put into practice.

Like Isaac can read marker script. He can interpret an alien language and communicate that to others, something only a handful of other people can do because everyone else has lost their mind or died. And it’s the reason he’s called to action in the third game, but they never talk about what it does to him specifically, which was (among many other things about DS3) a huge disappointment.

So I guess the thing I was hoping for was for it to cost him something to do. Make it an arduous, mentally horrific process that takes a long time. Make it distort his ability to read regular human language. Make it exhausting and nauseating and addictive like everything else that’s associated with contact with the markers.

simon riley corruption kink grrggrgr.

simon holding himself back with a virgin or inexperienced partner. forcing his kisses to be chaste, forcing himself not to bully his tongue into their mouth, to cradle the back of their head with his huge fist.

he wakes up with tight, painful balls every time they fall asleep cuddling and has to hide himself away to jerk off before they wake up. he can’t imagine asking them for help, they’re not ready yet, he has to be slow, let them come to it on their own terms. simon whose balls are so fat and fucking heavy when he finally gets his hands on them, when they finally let him take what he wants, he’s sure he’ll cum the moment the tip is in. “gonna be your first and your last, sweetheart,” he says, voice rumbling like thunder. “it’ll fit. i’ll mold you to the shape of my cock.”