comes barreling through the walls like KoolAid man
I HEARD WE’RE TALKIN ABOUT OUR LORD AND SAVIOR JOE BEAR GRAVES
YES WE ARE
Joe 'Bear' Graves who drives himself absolutely nuts and blueballs himself because he refuses to fuck you until marriage, but the thing is, you've only interacted with him during debriefs since your transfer to his base as a new hacker :((
Will lay in his bed, back slightly arching and legs kicking out as Joe lets out a deep, rumbly growl from his chest as he slides his palm down his belly to adjust his hard cock in his sweats and he hisses because his balls start to ache with how full they are and how pent up he is :((
But can you really blame him?? You with that perfect smile lighting up the whole room, your soft, smooth voice explaining the intelligence you managed to recover but Joe, as much as he regreted it and felt like the worst sinner, could only focus on your pretty light blue blouse that had a few buttons open and showed your cleavage off like a prize he couldn't obtain.
Your perfect, full hips swaying and together with your beatiful curves he swore you looked like a temptress send on Earth to get him to sin, and now here he is; in his bed all alone, constantly adjusting his dick in his pants as his balls ache to be emptied inside you while you have no idea what the man is doing, instead you're getting chatted up by his nasty cousin, Philip, who wanted to sink his teeth into your soft flesh the moment he laid his eyes on you♡
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i’d briefly like to talk about the “it was fine” dialogue option that happens the morning after gale’s Last Night Alive scene in act ii and about the fandom's general reaction to it.
gale is a character who evidently enjoys the occasional teasing. taking the piss out of your partner every once in a while can certainly be a way of showing affection. however, it is important to consider the context of the situation: what is at stake for him and his current emotional state, as well as what exactly had transpired between the two of them prior to said conversation.
gale: forgive me. these were already trying times before elminster delivered his missive. now, for me at least, they are potentially end times.
after he and tav had spent the night together and confessed their love to each other, gale is once again showing himself utterly vulnerable and is carefully asking them for reassurance.
gale: [..] i hope that night meant as much to you as it did to me.
gale: but you - you led me away from the edge.
gale: without your words, your touch... i fear i would have sought purpose and solace in that void. you reminded me what living can feel like.
he wants to check in with them, after both of them have shared something tender and very intimate, something he might even consider life-altering.
gale: we didn't just make love. we bonded, body and soul. i got lost in you.
it’s not even about gale “not being able to read social cues” and “not recognizing the fact that it was meant in jest.” in fact, i’d argue it is a rather tone-deaf, inconsiderate response and just genuinely a REALLY BAD TIME to joke at your partner's expense when they are actively baring their feelings to you and are asking you for reassurance.
i have seen people write off his reaction as “unwarranted” or “overtly dramatic” but in my humble opinion, it is pretty understandable given the nature of their conversation and what he is asking of them. it's also sad how there seems to be a general pattern of gale's emotions and boundaries getting played off as a joke, while other companions get shown the courtesy of thorough analysis/understanding. he is proud of his skill as a lover and the fact that he was able to bring them pleasure, yet his inquiry is less about him wanting tav to stroke his ego and more about him, once again, asking if you indeed share the same feelings for each other… after the emotional high has now passed.
gale has an ever-present need for clarity in his relationships, very likely due to the fact that this was something he couldn’t request of mystra. he might appear more sensitive in that regard compared to the other companions. he doesn’t want to take himself too seriously, but this still often clashes with his general feeling of inadequacy. where he is able to take criticism as long as it isn’t related to his performance, overall prowess and usefulness.
yes, his response is passive-aggressive and yes, he IS obviously hurt by what tav said. yet merely repeating “it was fine” in response to a heartfelt, genuine question could’ve as well been interpreted in that manner. if tav does clarify that they have only been joking, he apologizes to them instead. otherwise his dialogue remains the same, albeit said in a more embarrassed & awkward tone.
gale is a character who is dealing with deep-rooted self-worth issues and yet that doesn’t mean that he wants to be handled with kid gloves, far from it. he craves a relationship in which his emotional needs are recognized, respected and cared for, where he can be unabashedly open and vulnerable without facing ridicule nor pity for it. and he is more than willing to give the same in return.
also y’know — there is a time and a place.
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I think if I had to make exactly one change to aftg I would make Neil...not a pyromaniac, but definitely a habitual arsonist. Would it be fucked up for his preferred mode of violence to be his last connection to his mother? Yes. But imagine how funny these books would be if Neil had to constantly argue himself out of burning Evermore down and running for the hills before anyone can stop him.
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In a Week by Hozier ft. Karen Cowley
“The raven is death, obviously. When I die, I want a good tombstone—something right spooky. LT’s got something against the underground, though you’d think that would be just his kind of place. That’s alright. He needs to, he can cremate me. It’s not exactly Catholic, and Mam would turn in her grave, but God is a unicorn and no one is pure anymore, so. What’s all that got to do with me?”
Johnny “Soap” McTavish has a journal. Had. It is his no longer.
Simon “Ghost” Riley had dreams—awful ones, the kind that sank claws into his lungs, dragged him into sleep, and then sent him careening out of it. He still has dreams, but they’re different, now. Better. Johnny’s pages have folded themselves under his eyes and gotten into his head, brighter and more infectious than anything else has ever been. It’s more than the past, that rotting carcass behind him, and more than now. Now is nothing. Now is ash. It’s like, it’s like—blinding, is what it is. He’s a blind man.
It is biblical now. Ghost has read it backward and forward and sideways and inside out. When he runs out of things to read, he reads them again, and when that is not enough, he reads between the lines.
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