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oftenderweapons · 3 years

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Illicit Affairs — Jin

Pairing: Kim Seokjin x reader (nicknamed Angel)

Wordcount: 8.4k

Genre: smut, pwp, fluff, established relationship, idol!AU

Rating: 18+

Hello my sugar gliders! Here we go with Jin’s Illicit Affairs. Sorry for postponing this but I was literally drained of energies. But on to more pleasing things.

Plot: After Jin and Angel start exploring their kinkier side, Jin finds himself completely amused by even the smallest things that he is now allowed to do. This sudden revelation brings him to experiment more in the bedroom. And not only there

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Okay. Swearing. Masturbation (both male and female receiving), Oral sex (male and female receiving), spit play, power play (Master!Jin Sub!reader), cock worship, multiple orgasms, orgasm deprivation, overstimulation, sex toys (vibrating wand), breast slapping, cum play and cum swallowing, slight degradation, possessive sex, lowkey angry sex, marking, face fucking (male receiving), hair gripping/tugging (male receiving), unprotected sex within an established relationship (please, once more, be sure you and your partner(s) are safe before you choose to go bare). Oh, Seokjin is big so, belly bulge. And... carpet burns? Also: RIP to Angel’s blouse.

Here is a very tiny playlist for these two (Spotify version only, sorry)

Remember to check out my masterlist and keep an eye on the voting link, I’m opening it again very very soon.

ALSO!!! Let me thank @joheun-saram for planning this out with me and for being the most supportive cute bubble in this whole galaxy 🥰

Enjoy! 💜✨

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Seokjin had never felt that good in all of his life.

He always felt excited, eager, needy.

He wanted you all the time.

He wanted vanilla and spice.

He wanted to kiss you slow, explore your body, watch as you arched your back, as you panted and gasped, as you parted your lips and closed your eyes. He wanted to watch you get lost into pleasure.

Again.

And again.

He never thought he could wish for a quickie on the sofa on a Wednesday, after a whole day at the studio, practicing choreo. Still, he’d watched you bounce on his cock, pressing his face into your tits, he’d engorged your nipples in his mouth, he had watched you get your first orgasm and he’d gone for the second, teasing your clit with one hand and slapping your tits with another.

He had enjoyed every second and the more he looked at your mouth agape, eyes soft and imploring, the more he felt your nails dig into his shoulders, and the louder your skin smacked against his thighs, the more he felt the utter need to make it all escalate faster, harder, wilder.

He wanted to show you something new, something your ex had never given you, no matter the toys and threesomes and all of that kinky stuff you used to do with him.

He wanted to show you how wild you always got him. How much exploring he wanted to do with you.

And that was beside the riding crops and vibrators and nipple clamps, beside the list of things you liked and the things he wanted to do to you. He had a whole year worth of fantasies, of wet dreams he had never dared venture into.

With erotic fury he moved you to the carpet, feeling the fibres beginning to burn his knees shortly after the sensation started diffusing through your ass and shoulders.

“Jin!” You called, trying to slow him down, though his mighty thrusts were literally driving you across the floor.

“Angel, I need—”

“It burns, Jinnie, please.” You said, with an apologetic smile.

He looked around with a furrowed brow. He was close. Again.

He could use a slow down.

“Hold onto me.” He said, making you wrap your legs around his ridiculously thin waist and your arms around his neck.

“Gonna move.” He said, refusing to pick you up and bring you to the bedroom. It would be unrealistic, he would most definitely slip out, walking would be uncomfortable and it would probably just edge you — which he had no intention doing.

He just wanted you to cum. And cum. And cum. Drain him. All he asked was to fill you up with his cum and watch it dribble down your thighs and cover his cock as he slipped out.

With an uncaring sweep of his forearm across the coffee table, he threw a bunch of video games and dvd cases, together with a box of tissues to the floor, the magazines falling open, making a mess of bent pages and the sound of a tear coming from somewhere.

“I hope that wasn’t the travel catalogue.”

“Don’t care. Need to fucking rail you,” he said, placing your back on the table, the angle now ideal to ram into you while he was kneeling and watching your tits shake at every single one of his thrusts.

“Jin, I love you so damn much,” you removed your hands from his shoulders while he caught your waist for leverage. You gripped the edge of the table and crossed your ankles behind his back. “Wreck me?”

He grinned. “I love you, you demon.” And with that he snapped. He held you tight, pistoning in and out of you aggressively, his hair, messy, sweaty and a bit too long, going in all directions. “Tell me how much you love this cock.”

“Too much.” You hiccuped, moving your hand to try and reach for his wrist.

“Put that hand back in place, Angel.” He growled.

You obeyed. Not like you had much choice. Rebelling would be counterproductive.

And the chances of him overthrowing you were far too high. He would ruin your orgasm and spill on your belly.

Too much damage, too much lost potential.

You let him ram into you, your neck arching up to spot the bulge he was causing on your lower belly.

“Angel.” He called, stern.

“Yes,” You replied, almost adding a ‘sir’ before remembering that his dark tone was due to desire, rather than dominance,

“Is this how you want it?” He asked, grunting before delivering another push.

“Harder.”

He clenched his jaw and picked up his pace.

“Like that, Jin.” You said, praising him, noticing how much the effort was getting to him. “Best cock of my entire life, Jin. Swear to god.”

“You made me such a wicked man, uh?”

The pattern of his hips started faltering as he went harder, his spine freezing and burning up before he snapped forward. “You've made me become a filthy, dirty man, Angel, ” He growled and you started squeezing him tight, waiting for him to hit the right spot.

He did, just as his orgasm peaked and started subsiding.

“You're not an angel. You're a demon.” He murmured, collapsing onto you, fighting exhaustion to keep going until he heard your tiny squeal.

“You're my dirty angel and I love you.” He rasped against your ear. “My angel.”

You gasped and locked your muscles around his cock, squeezing him so violently he had to shut his eyes tight, small crinkles forming around them.

“Jin,” you called, holding him to your chest, keeping him close, looking for his reassurance.

He fixed your hair out of your face. “You've done great, my love.”

“I'm so tired.” You said, closing your eyes, so ready to fall asleep.

“We need to clean you up.” He reminded you. “Then you can fall asleep as fast as you want, sweetie.”

“Don't leave.” You said, feeling him pull out. “Just a minute,” you implored, murmuring.

“The more we stay here, the more we'll get sleepy.”

Of course he wanted to stay inside of you, but he was too tired to carry you to bed and he needed you on your feet.

“Okay.” You replied, without hiding a sad inclination* in your voice.

He touched your face, kissing you as he parted from your warmth. “I love you.” He said, trying to give you enough closeness to make the separation less traumatic.

“I love you,” You echoed, pecking him as he finally slipped out. “I'm dripping.” You said, worrying about the carpet.

He quickly grabbed some tissues from the nearby box and cleaned you up as well as he could.

“I've got you.” He said, keeping the tissues in one hand before he helped you up.

As you both walked down the corridor, headed for the master bathroom, he kept holding your hand, not letting his touch abandon you.

“Let me get ready for bed.” You murmured, kissing his shoulder.

He nodded and kissed your brow in return, your head slotting perfectly under his chin. “I’ll go fix the coffee table.” He said before heading out.

The moment he returned he headed for the bathroom briefly before sliding in behind you, under the covers. “I love you, Angel. You know that, right?”

“I know it. I love you too, Jinnie.”

He wrapped an arm around you. He wasn’t used to holding you in your sleep, since you both didn’t like feeling clingy, but an arm casually flung over your body? That he could handle.

He could handle it so fine he fell asleep in record time.

You followed right in his track.

He was late. Very late. Awfully, reprehensible late.

He entered the conference room in a rush. Thank goodness the meeting with the creative team hadn’t started yet. “Morning everyone, sorry for being late. Tiny breakfast accident.”

Jeongguk and Hoseok looked at him with worried eyes that quickly filled with mirth.

Yoongi smirked and looked down, shaking his head.

Namjoon visibly stomped Jimin’s foot before the rascal could speak, his intentions already clear thanks to the devilish expression on his face.

Taehyung was mostly impassive, yawning before clicking his pen, slightly annoyed. “Can we start now?”

He hated seven am meetings. Especially when they set them that early to accommodate Jeongguk and Namjoon’s gym schedule. He still had to wrap his head around all the excitement about working out; but maybe that had to do with Lace being quite enthusiastic about his lithe body, soft in all the best ways and all the right places.

The crew got started, still the more they went on, the more Seokjin realised he was barely involved in the conversation, Namjoon and Taehyung and Yoongi being the most opinionated, with occasional interruptions by Jeongguk, who seemed to already have grasped his hyungs’ visions.

Hoseok listened quietly, ever observing. Jimin looked pretty. As usual. He was attentive and followed the conversation, still he kept most of his ideas and limited himself to approving or rejecting suggestions.

He seemed he had already found three pieces he wanted to put his hands on and he and some members of the recording crew had already started working on demos, recording vocals for Namjoon and Jeongguk to give words to.

Seokjin felt a bit too relaxed staying there, looking at the process, being addressed only a few times.

He was already okay with working on the song that would be left out, trusting his friends to choose what had most potential for them and hand him the piece he would tailor to his voice. It was their method and he loved it, it kept him from being indecisive. He hated feeling indecisive and he felt like that happened way too often for him.

And in the end he was glad he could let his body and soul disconnect from the moment and wander back to other visions. Of you warm and tender in your bed, resting serenely.

He had never seen you so peaceful in your sleep like after a rowdy fuck. Even during your vanilla life, he managed to give you pleasure — you had reassured him about that — but your sleep, though undisturbed and heavy, had never resembled the total black out that followed your wildest nights together.

He loved watching you sleep like that, knowing he had taken all you could give, knowing you were sated to the bone and — indulging a darker desire — basking in the possessive certainty that you had nothing left to give to someone else or to handle yourself.

He felt accomplished. Proud, even.

Nevertheless, his mind couldn’t stop wandering back to the image of you earlier that morning, a couple minutes before he realised he was late.

Your breasts were soft and warm from sleep, cheeks and lips puffy, your face the portrait of innocence and peacefulness. You were the Angel he had fallen in love with. Still he knew that, had he woken you up, you would have clung onto him until your skins would have melted together, his head shoved between your tits, while his cock was buried deep inside you. Or maybe you would have joined him in the shower, jerking him off, kissing between his shoulder blades and telling him you were still too ruined from the night before.

However, that morning, before he could kiss you, he spotted the alarm right behind your back, telling him he had a meeting in fifteen minutes.

All he could do was rush out, praying for his morning erection to calm down quick enough for him to rush through the most minimalistic morning routine without looking like a mechanic doll.

The more the talks went on, the more he realised he needed to see you.

By eleven am the meeting was adjourned, Namjoon and Jeongguk rushing out to their gym schedule, with a disappointed Taehyung staring at them in confusion.

Yoongi and Hoseok headed to their neighbouring studios quietly while Seokjin remained to his own thoughts.

He decided he could use a run on the treadmill and some light cardio. The first time he checked his phone was eleven thirty. He thought about calling you, but he changed his mind and moved on to another side of the gym, hopping on a stationary bike and starting his usual workout. His friends joined him shortly after. They exercised quietly, each of them breaking out in a fit of giggles with a comment or another.

As they entered the changing room, Jeongguk spoke. “So, Angel…” He said, with a tiny teasing vein in his voice.

“Yeah. Angel,” Seokjin said, thinking of you.

“Did it get better?” Namjoon asked, without malice.

Jin nodded. “Yes. Significantly.” He looked at his phone again. “Do we have meetings in the afternoon?”

Namjoon smirked. He empathised with his hyung. He knew the gleam in his eyes, the way Jin’s fingers ached to text you. “We have an online interview at five, so you’ll have to be here at two for makeup and a quick briefing.”

Jin nodded. “Great.”

“Fifteen minutes late is all they’ll allow you. And no marks.” Namjoon murmured softly, barely bearable as he stretched to Jin’s ear. “Go, Romeo.”

Jin changed his clothes in record time, texting you a very neutral “be home for lunch” as he ran home in record time.

The moment you found the text you grew instantly worried, mostly because it was rare for Seokjin to send you such dry, neutral texts. And then he had never interfered with your schedule except once, when he had come home to tell you that your weekend getaway had to be annulled because of his job.

It was almost one pm when you heard the door open, signalled by the electronic beep of the lock. “Angel?” He called from the entryway.

“Yes!” You said, rushing through the corridor and finding him in the hall.

“You’re home.” He said plainly, looking at you as he dropped his bag.

“What happened?” You asked, staring at him.

He had those eyes. The dark, deep ones that you loved so much. You knew he wouldn’t give you bad news this time. And he wouldn’t be asking you out for lunch either.

He wanted something and you knew what it was.

“I’ve been thinking about you all morning.” He growled quietly.

“You left in a rush.” You found the hair tie at your wrist and collected your hair slowly, like you were in front of a wolf ready to attack you and you didn’t want to scare him. You kept looking in his eyes.

“I was forced to leave.” He said, mirroring your guarded stance. “Even though I had plans.”

“What kind of plans?” You asked, loosening a button of your blouse.

“How about I show you now?” He suggested, his hands gripping his belt and beginning to undo it. “Kneel.”

You grinned and lowered yourself to your knees, opening one more button of your blouse and looking up at him, opening your mouth and lolling out your tongue, sitting on your heels and placing your palms on your knees.

“Close your mouth, darling.” He said, slipping his hand inside his jeans, underneath the waistband of his boxers, and wrapping his fingers around his cock. “Don’t want your jaw to get tired before it’s due.”

He let his jeans slide down his thighs, the outline of him barely appearing under the white boxers, since his hand was tenting them, however the fabric stretched interestingly around his left hipbone, where the tip of his cock rested.

“Jin.” You whined, pleading. “Let me see you.”

He tried to take his time, waiting for his sex to be fully rigid, which he was sure was about to happen in record time, considering the way you were looking at him, with your wide, attentive gaze, drenched in curiosity and adoration.

“Hold on a second.” He said, moaning when he felt his length twitch on its own.

“Now, please. I want you in my mouth.” You keened, parting your lips and wetting them seductively. “You feel so good in my mouth.” You said, luring him in more and more. “I can’t wait to taste you.”

“In a second, Angel.” He said. “Show me that you deserve it.” He provoked you, taking a step closer.

You needed no further encouragement: with eager hands and eyes and mouth, you grabbed the back of his knees and dove for his thighs, keeping eye contact as you began to lick his soft, shaved skin.

“I love you so much.” You whined, nipping at his sensitive inner leg. “I love your soul, your brain, your personality, your morals. I love your body.” You said, feeling the back of his thighs with your nails, raking them gently and causing a shiver to run up his spine, making him close his eyes as the sensation diffused in his head.

“I love your cock.” You said, sucking his tip through the fabric, feeling him give the tiniest of thrusts before placing his hand on top of your head and pushing your lips away.

“You don’t deserve it yet.” He tutted, finally taking his cock out.

You stared at it mesmerised. It was veiny. More than usual, maybe because of the hot weather.

“Please, I love it so much.” You begged. “It's mine. I want it.”

He smiled wickedly as he rubbed the tip, opening his eyes and looking down at you with mocking pity. “Is it yours, now?”

“Yes. Mine.” You said, biting his leg. “Mine.”

You were so hungry and he had never felt so desired. He rarely felt confident enough to feel sexy, but with you staring at him like that, he was ready to hit the stage shirtless.

Not that he would actually do that. His cock wasn't the only thing belonging to you exclusively.

“You love it so much?” He asked, drawing your lower lip with the pad of his thumb, smearing his precum over it.

As soon as you spotted the salty tang of it, you sucked his finger in your mouth, trying to capture his essence.

“You, hungry little angel.” He said, derision still woven in his voice. “You have a taste for wicked, naughty things, haven't you?” He snickered and pulled his hand away.

“It's not my fault you taste divine.” You said, sitting up and trying to wrap your lips around his tip.

He pushed you down by your shoulder. “No.” He scolded you. “Maybe you forgot who's in charge here. Sit down.” He took a step back, moving too far for you to reach him.

You obeyed. You already knew the smartest method was obedience and flattery.

“Hands behind your back, Angel.”

You followed his command.

“Keep quiet unless you want me to gag you. You know your mouth on me is just an accessory, right?” There it was. Degradation. You felt it like a slap on your face.

You looked down.

“Although I prefer to feel it on me.” He mused, moaning as he stroked himself once, deliberately, slowly and lasciviously. He was taunting you. “Promise me you will behave so that you can serve your Master correctly and fully.”

Master. That was new.

“Yes, Master. I promise, Master.” You replied, fulfilling his request.

“Excellent.” He mused. “I will dominate you, Angel. I will give you very precise instructions on how to worship my dick. I want you to follow those instructions without hesitation or doubt, nevertheless you are free to use your safe word whenever you need. Yellow will call for a slowdown, red for a stop. Green will mean you're safe to go. Our usual colour system, my Angel. Do you agree to my conditions?”

“Yes, Master.”

“That's my Angel.” He smiled, not an ounce of evil in his body. Fondness washed through him for a second before he realised how impatient and needy you were getting. He felt desired and sexy all over again.

You had a thin sheen of sweat covering your chest and your eyes had turned into endless pits of desire as dark as the first night of the universe before it exploded. Your breathing was shallow and you kept licking your lips, trying to wet them, trying to stop your mouth from feeling parched, completely overwhelmed by the excitement of having him in this mood.

He took a step toward you, bending his shaft to your lips, placing it there with the lightest touch. “Kiss it.” He ordered.

You gave it the most innocent peck, sucking just a bit of skin with too little pressure for Seokjin to deem it disobedience or teasing.

“Good. Now I want you to drool on it, Angel. Cover it in your spit.” He ordered with a dark and sweet timbre. “It’s yours, isn’t it? Then claim it.” He taunted.

Instinctively, you started sucking on your tongue, getting your mouth to water, the rusty scent of him making you salivate enough to gather some drool between your lips and let it slide down, drawing a line from base to tip.

“Again. More.” He commanded, watching in amusement as you repeated the gesture. Satisfied with the result, he started massaging himself, stroking his length with your saliva acting as a lubricant. “See, you did a good job for Master. An excellent job actually, Angel.”

He gave a few more strokes before he stopped, his brow furrowed deliciously, his plump lips curled in focus, his eyelids lifting slowly and lusciously.

“Tongue out.” He barked out, your body obeying without you even thinking.

Still focused in his lust, he pressed his slit against your tongue, milking his length so that you could taste his precum. He moaned when he felt the velvety tenderness of your tongue, dragging his sensitive glans against you.

“Goodness, Angel. You’re divine, darling. Can I get more, sweetness? Can I slide in your mouth?”

You nodded.

“Is it a green, Angel?” He asked just to be sure. He backed away for a second, letting you speak.

“Yes, Master. Please, Master.”

He took a deep breath and relaxed.

“Do you like my taste, Angel?” He asked, stroking himself again.

“No one tastes as sweet, Master. I want to have your taste on my mouth for the rest of my life.” You said, praising him, letting him know just how addicted you were to his taste.

He was close. His wrist watch told him he had only fifteen minutes left.

He couldn’t believe he had already spent so much time like this with you. Once, if he had had an hour he wouldn’t even had given it a try, now he was desperate and hungry enough to make even a fifteen minutes break worth the try.

“I have ten minutes until I have to leave, Angel. Make them worth it, lovely.”

Opening your mouth in a wide ‘o’, you let him slip his cock past your lips, the spongy texture of him making you want to squish him with the pressure of your cheeks.

You gave him a tentative squeeze, looking up at him with curious eyes.

Seokjin met your gaze with his sweet, raptured one. “Yes, my love. Do that. You’ve earned it.”

Closing your eyes and purring, you unleashed yourself over him, immediately starting to bob your head, feeling him reach past the back of your tongue, the first inch touching your throat.

“You deserve all of it, Angel.” He said, whining tentatively. As he felt you tap his thigh three times, he slid out, letting you breathe. “Okay, Angel. Okay. My adorable dirty Angel. Take your time, sweetness.” He said, letting his demeanour soften once he noticed your obedient behaviour. “Does it suit your needs, love?”

You nodded. “You always suit my needs, Master.”

He hummed in approval. “Adorable indeed. That’s what you are, my lovely naughty devil.” He had read on a BDSM forum that most subs who felt ashamed of their nature could become more confident through praise, often associating negative traits with positive adjectives. He had a whole list of words he could use specifically for this reason, but the ones he preferred often put together despicable traits with words of love and affirmation.

“Please, Master, I am ready for you.” You mewled, licking your lips and waiting for him to come to you. He was still in command, after all.

He fed you his cock with a proud smirk. You were behaving just as he wanted you to, without even needing to command you. “Here’s your reward, love.” He murmured, slipping past your lips. “Love your mouth, oh goodness, yes, suck it… Just like that, Angel, yes, ____.” He grinned. “So proud of you, love. Take it, yes.” He thrusted a few times, your eyes watering as you felt him reach deeper in your throat. His hand gripped his thigh and he pulled back, keeping his tip in your mouth.

You understood the situation when you noticed him milking his cock.

“You know the rules. No swallowing, little demon.” He growled, his breathing erratic, the pauses between inhale and exhale getting longer and longer until he turned completely silent, holding his breath for ten, twenty seconds and finally releasing a long moan, shortly anticipating his release hitting your tongue. Suddenly, all your focus went to keeping the hot, salty liquid in your mouth. He squeezed his base as he gave a tinier cry, dragging his tight fist up, to your lips, letting the last few drops dribble out before he parted from you.

“You. You, Angel, are one hell of a thing.” He said, shaking his head and chuckling ecstatically. His eyes opened with difficulty, bliss still weighing heavy on his features. “Show me your treasure, my pretty devil.” He taunted, bending down and wrapping his hand around your jaw, waiting for you to drop it.

As you did, he noticed the perlaceous liquid pooled on the dip of your tongue.

“That’s heaven, love. Isn’t it?”

You nodded, careful about not spilling.

“Good. You said my cock belongs to you.” He said, again cold and devilish.

Once more, you shook your head in approval.

“Then if my cock belongs to you, I should have the right to claim something too, shouldn’t I?”

You marvelled. Did you still have time for a quickie? Amazing.

He noticed your eyes spark up with joy and amusement and got even more delighted. Gently, he drew the line of buttons of your blouse with his fingers, before slipping his hands into the neckline.

Your eyes closed in pleasure. Suddenly you were very, awfully aware of how your panties were sticking to your skin with wetness.

And then you heard a rain of small clicks. Opening your eyes, you noticed a few buttons of your blouse running around you on the floor.

Kim Seokjin, the man of your dreams, your partner, your lover, your boyfriend, hopefully your future husband and the future father of your children had ripped your blouse open.

“Keep that mouth open, Angel.” He murmured, pointing his index finger and bringing it to your lips, into your mouth, on your tongue. Collecting his semen, he moved his hand to your chest, just above the line of your bra.

“Kim.”

Again.

“Seok.”

Again.

“Jin.” He grinned. “There. All mine.” He looked at you, still there with your jaw hanging open while he sucked at his pointer finger and released it with a pop. “Close your mouth and swallow, Angel.”

As if under a spell, you obeyed.

“Good girl, ____.” He kissed your lips chastely, still uncomfortably bent down to your height. “Love you.” He mouthed quietly. “Are you okay?”

You nodded, still dazed, his cum searing against your chest.

“Need anything?” He asked, apprehensive and dedicated as usual.

“Maybe your cock inside me?” You said, your brow furrowing.

He checked his watch. “Oh, sorry. No can do, lovely.” He said, feigning compassion.

Your frown deepened. “What do you mean, ‘no can do’?” You said, growing alarmed.

He closed his zipper and headed to the bathroom. “I must head back by two.”

You chased after him, swearing when a button got stuck under your foot. “What do you mean?”

“What I have just said, Angel. Can’t believe I fucked you stupid just like that.” He dried his hands and exited. “Oh, I think you should really sweep the floor. Those buttons could be dangerous.”

“Don’t go.” You cried out, “Stay here. Fuck me stupid for real.”

“Can’t do.” He said. “Interview.” He pouted mockingly.

“I can bet you’re making that up.”

“I wish, love.” He kissed your temple.

“Jin?” You whined.

“Tonight.” He replied, touching your face. “Oh, and about tonight, would you do me the favour of not touching yourself this afternoon? Thank you.”

You scoffed. “Are you for real?” You seethed, staring at him as he got ready to head out.

“Very.” He looked up at you and beamed up adorably.

You wanted to strangle him.

“I love you.”

“I’m gonna choke you with your own cock. I swear to god! Kim Seok—”

He closed the door unceremoniously, without even letting you finish your sentence.

You were even too furious to be horny anymore.

With frustration drowning your every cell, you took the broom and collected the buttons in the hall, an angry sneer obstinately painted on your face.

The moment Seokjin came home that night, he knew he was potentially in trouble.

He had handled his afternoon schedule just fine, the two hours on the hair and makeup seat complimenting his postcoital bliss just perfectly.

His mates had wildly enjoyed his brilliant interactions during the interview, his mood so sparkly and bright that both Namjoon and Yoongi had knowingly shaken their heads in disapproval and amusement, and of course, not without a sliver of envy.

The first thing he noticed when he entered the apartment was that you weren’t in the kitchen, where he would normally find you, working on some basic receipt he had taught you.

You weren’t in the living room either.

A small part of him worried, while the rest of him tried to keep his composure, exploring the various rooms of the apartment.

He noticed a small light coming from the bedroom and he went for it, entering and finding you in a robe, laying in bed, with a box of takeaway laying on your stomach as you watched tv.

“Angel?” He asked.

You looked at him and stayed silent, moving your focus back to the television.

“Angel?” He called again, walking to the bed and crawling on top of it. “Are you okay, love?”

You stayed indifferent.

He panicked. “Why am I getting the silent treatment? What did I do wrong?”

You snorted and shook your head, filling your mouth as you tried not to talk to him.

“This is unfair, I said I would take care of you tonight.” He complained with his high pitched, whiny tone. “Come on, Angel, talk to me.”

You frowned and shook your head.

“Oh… Baby.” He sat beside your legs and kissed your knees. “You’re still grumpy about it?” He nuzzled against your skin. “You didn’t get yourself off when I left? That’s why you’re still grumpy?” He hoped for a response. None came. “You really followed my rule?” He asked, wide eyed, completely endeared and amused.

At that you had to speak. “I didn’t do that for your stupid rule but because I was fucking angry.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Angry at me?”

You nodded.

“Your favourite person in the world?” He asked, taunting you. “Scratch that. Your favourite person in the universe?” He went on teasing.

You refused to acknowledge that.

“The human attached to your favourite cock?” He whined, acting outraged. “Angry at me? Your Seokjinnie?”

“Don’t talk to me.” You replied with a growl.

He shook his head. “Oh no. I can’t have it like that.”

“You should have thought about that this afternoon.” You replied, your voice petty and snarky.

“Come on,” he said, kissing your calf. “I know you don’t want to leave it like this.”

His stomach rumbled at the smell of what you were eating. He had had a quick meal as he waited for his makeup, but dinner time had just passed and he hadn’t yet eaten. Still, food was his last worry.

You let him grovel a bit, his hand climbing from your ankle, to your knee, to your thigh, almost reaching your hip before you swatted at it. “You need better convincing.” You said, standing up and taking away the empty boxes of food.

Seokjin let himself fall against the mattress, thinking about your favourite things to do to get back in your good graces.

He sat up, suddenly struck by inspiration before he landed on the floor with a bounce, diving for your bedside table. He fumbled around a little before finding a sturdy vibrating wand.

He hummed in approval before plugging it in behind your drawer and hiding the toy under the bed.

When you returned, you found him casually lounging in bed, suspiciously calm, wearing nothing but a pair of shorts.

Trying to act indifferent to his beautiful torso, his wide chest, his chiselled collarbones, you laid down next to him, acting a bit embarrassed now that there was this silent gap between the two of you.

He rolled onto his side and dove for your shoulder, still keeping some sort of distance between the two of you as he only touched you with his lips. “I’m sorry.” He spoke gently. “I should have told you about us having too little time.”

You softened, but still you had to keep your mask of indifference. “It changes nothing.”

He shook his head, rubbing his lips against your skin. For a second he hesitated. Maybe you wanted him gone. Hesitantly, he left a slightly more passionate kiss just below your ear, on the soft skin hiding just behind your earlobe.

He felt you shiver in the damp, hot summer night; and he also noticed the way your chest caved, a long exhale leaving your barely parted lips.

“I need your consent, Angel.” He said, kissing lower, reaching your jaw. “You know I can take all of that away.” He murmured, nibbling at the sift skin, but also at the hard edge of the bone underneath. His touch was so light, like he wasn’t really biting, but more like feeling you with his teeth and lips.

This. This was your undoing. When his dedicated, adoring side, met his needy, desperate one. After all, dedication and adoration had worked for more than a year — it was a reminder of that first, flawless time. Candles, flowers, champagne, you and him, laying on the bed naked in front of each other, kissing and kissing and doing nothing more. Just being in each other’s arms and kissing. You were literally drenched by the time he placed his hand between your legs. You had made love since the very first time, with fondness and attention and devotion.

And now here was your devoted — if slightly animalistic — boyfriend, best friend, partner in crime.

“Okay.” You said, coldly minimising your longing.

“Okay what?” He asked, finally adding just the tip of his tongue to his kisses.

“You say you want my consent and that you can take my grumpiness away. I say okay. Let’s see if you can do that.”

He blinked slowly, victory bringing a slow grin to his lips. “Can I kiss you?”

“Do your best, Jinnie.”

He smiled and got himself on all fours, caging you in before letting his lips hover over your mouth.

“Show me you want it, Angel.” He said, grazing your lips with his. “Take it, love.”

That, you refused. There was no way you would surrender, no way you would chase after him like a horny animal. After what he had done earlier that afternoon, you were tired of showing him how much he had you wrapped around his little finger. He should grovel a little. Maybe more than a little.

“You don’t want it?” He asked, closing his eyes, letting his plump lips linger over your cheek. “Guess you don’t after all.”

Silently, you pecked his mouth with indifference.

“Good. We can’t make this work if you don’t cooperate.” He murmured with a dark smile.

His hands reached the tie around your waist currently holding your robe close, pinching one end of the ribbon and pulling at it slowly. “I prefer this to buttons.” He commented quietly. “I feel like I’m unwrapping you. Like a gift.” With the tie undone, he lifted the front half on top, his eyes meeting nothing but naked, flawless skin.

“How come you’re grumpy and naked?”

“It’s hot.” You murmured unconvincingly.

He lifted the other half too and started lowering himself some more, meeting your left breast, wrapping his lips around your nipple and sucking at it delicately at first, his stare glued to your face before he started stimulating your sensitive skin with more powerful suction and small tugs, waiting for you to moan, to whimper, to exhale — he just wanted to get a rise out of you.

“You’re hot.” He said after releasing your left breast. He’d go on all night until he would finally make you moan his name. He blew over your wet skin and grinned when he managed to make you shiver.

When he returned to your right breast, he happily noticed the goosebumps covering your skin. He repeated his special treatment, this time sucking and tugging shamelessly, adding his teeth when he heard your breathing hitch.

“You’re still being uncooperative, love?” He asked, deciding it was time to bring his strongest weapon in the conversation.

You watched him stretch down and grin once he climbed up again and placed a long, thin box beside you.

“I think my baby deserves an extra reward. For being so patient with me.” He extracted the toy from its case and placed it on your stomach, letting you ponder over it. “Maybe this will help you loosen up, my Angel?”

You felt wetness ooze out of you. There was no way you could resist that without soaking the sheets. “Okay.”

He kissed your tummy feeling the soft baby hair there, drawing circles around your belly button, watching your belly get sucked in as you tried to avoid his tickling touch.

“Still not making a sound?” He raised an eyebrow, grabbing the wand and switching it on to the lowest setting. “Let’s do this easy, mh?” He teased, laying the very peak of the head against your skin, making you gasp as you felt the stimulation travel all across your skin and reach your most sensitive spot. It felt like every single sensation travelled back to your crotch, like you were nothing but a spiderweb and your pelvis was the very center of it all.

Your eyes closed just as your fingers reached the remote and switched the tv off. You didn’t need any sort of distraction as you felt your thighs quiver once Jin slipped his tongue between your folds and snaked it up, to your clit, drawing tantalising curves up and down.

You emitted one single purr, cutting it short once you realised your throat had betrayed you.

He parted from your cunt and looked up at you. “What was that, Angel? Didn’t hear you.” He called, his eyes widening in mild surprise.

You shook your head. “Nothing.”

“Nothing.” He said with a chuckle. “I want more of it.” He said, slipping two fingers into your dripping hole.

“You can act tough all you want, naughty demon, but your adorable little pussy right here is telling me you’re enjoying this a whole lot.” He taunted you, feeling your g-spot with the pad of his fingers and pressing harder, making your flesh squelch with arousal. “Remember when you said you were ashamed of feeling dirty with me?”

Opening and closing your mouth, you nodded, the feeling a far memory now. Still, sometimes it haunted you, making you conceal some of your requests.

“I love you being dirty.” He murmured. “Knowing that you love me so much? That you find me sexy enough to forget shame and society? That you’re a boundless beast who only wants to jump my bones?” He shook his head, watching as he increased the vibrations of the wand and brought it to your chest. “It makes me feel so powerful.”

He slowed down the pattern of his fingers inside you, drawing wider, slower circles that stretched your inner walls in all directions. Then, he managed to identify the delicate, puffy ring of skin protecting your cervix.

With the softest of touches, he followed the pillowy circle, finding the small slit and parting from it, focusing on the spot that made your grip on the covers tighten.

“My adorable messy Angel.” He cooed, kissing your thighs, one side, then the other. “I feel so proud when I get you this wet. I love doing all the naughty things that make your cunt weep.”

He was wicked and unfair. He had never talked to you like this. Normally he was too quiet to properly venture into dirty talking, breaking his silence only with grunts and moans and accidental snarky comments.

But this? This was extraordinary.

Carefully, you lead the vibrator to your other breast, mewling once it met your nipple and outright moaning when it accidentally grazed the sensitive underside, the vibration ricocheting across your plush curve.

“Yes, Angel. Moan for me.” He praised you. “Tell me how good it feels. Show me, love.”

He collected your wetness with his tongue, licking all the way up before stroking your clit with the tip of his tongue.

“Seokjin. Please.” You said.

You were too worked up, too impatient, too desperate to resist even one more second. You swallowed your pride and surrendered.

“So good.” You whined, pushing your hips up, against his mouth.

He hummed in approval and kept up his work around your crotch, changing his method with the wand after he noticed you were more responsive to underboob stimulation.

“So close—” you managed to say before your high stole the oxygen from your lungs. It was sudden and powerful, all embracing. Your eyelids fluttered shut and your hands left the sheets, your fingers fluttering midair before you confusedly brought them to Jin’s head, not grabbing him but gently feeling the fluffiness of his locks, pressing him close to your skin without pushing. As soon as pleasure subsided, you let yourself emit a quiet, small whine, letting Jin know he had accomplished his task flawlessly.

The moment it started feeling uncomfortable, you looked down, staring at your boyfriend before his cheeks shot up and his eyes transformed into thin slits.

He was smiling, the damn rascal. Smiling and overstimulating you.

Your hands immediately clawed at his hair. “No, Jin, please, no.”

He parted from your clit and slid another finger into your hole. “You know your safewords, Angel.”

“Please—” You begged again, feeling the need to implore, to plead, to pray for his mercy but refusing to call for a safeword. You wanted the pleasure but you needed to lighten the pain and begging seemed to do just that, especially when Jin was so attentive to your needs.

He eased the stimulation on your clit and one upped the one inside you, against your g-spot. “Better?”

The sense of fullness felt divine.

“Yes, better.”

“You’re moaning so nice for me, Angel.” He murmured, praising you. “I want to hear you, my lovely demon. Let me hear you, sweetness.”

“I’m too close, again.” You said, your inner walls clenching repeatedly, so intensely you felt like you would come apart in a second.

All he needed to do was press his mouth to you, giving you the hard and velvety feel of his tongue muscles dragging your clit up, leading it into small circles just as you let out a squeal, your legs tightening around his head as he finally dropped the wand and used his hand to anchor your hips to the bed, pinning you down and submitting you to the hard lashes of his tongue.

The first thing you noticed when you came back to your senses was the clammy feel of Seokjin’s shoulders under the soles of your feet as you tried to use them to drag him away.

Immediately after that, you noticed that the sensation between your legs was significantly different.

“You with me, Angel?” He asked, checking in on you.

You nodded, gripping his wrist, now holding the wand between your legs, the setting almost all the way up. “Gimme just one more and then I promise you I’ll give you my cock. Just one more, Angel. Be my good little angel, please.” He said, watching as you started grinding again, sweaty and aroused and so, so lost in him.

“Jin. So good. Want you in now. In, please. I need your cock.” You sobbed, your breathing coming in short, loud gasps.

“Oh, you need it?” He cooed. “And it’s my cock now, you don’t want to own it anymore?”

“Seokjin. Give me your dick, please. I’ve been so good. Jin, it’s my cock. I want it. Give it to me.” You said, once more grumpy and impertinent.

“You said so.” He murmured, handing you the vibrator, the low buzzing filling the room as he removed his shorts and underwear and sat between your legs, his cock already fully arched and reaching his belly. “Straddle me.” He said, wrapping an arm around your waist as you got on your knees and hovered on top of him. “Do you think you can take it straight away?” He asked, kissing your stomach, right in front of his face. You nodded and lowered yourself, his right hand gripping his shaft and dragging it up and down your slit before he slid it into your entrance.

The feeling made you grunt and exhale, your hips descending lower and lower until you had taken him completely.

“Good job, Angel. Come on, it’s your cock now. Use it.” He encouraged you, kissing your neck. “Remember it feels better when you get dirty on it.” He murmured, nipping at the sensitive skin under your jaw. “Will you get dirty for me, my pretty Angel?”

You nodded and started riding him in earnest, basically bouncing on his lap, his hand stealing the wand from your grasp and deciding to use it himself, pushing to full power and feeling you whimper as the fullness from Seokjin’s sex moving in and out of you mixed with the artificial vibrations. “More.” You said, harsh and commanding, pushing him down, with his back to the mattress, finally riding him properly as you managed to slide even the final inch inside of you.

Noticing the struggle with following your movements, Jin’s attention went to the taut cord of the toy, just for a second, his body instinctively moving closer to the headboard, the movement accidentally causing him to ram into you a couple times, intensifying your bouncing on his cock.

“I’m gonna cum, Angel. Please, make it good for me.” He grunted, using his free hand to grab your tit mid-bounce, squeezing it and slapping it before he completely lost control of himself and grabbed your waist, his fingers sinking into your skin as he shoved his hips up, snapping into you.

With a groan you took control of the wand once more, Seokjin’s arm growing limp. You angled the toy to suit your needs perfectly while Jin clawed at your waistline, pulling you up and down, helping you ride him.

Losing your balance, you leaned forward, feeling his heartbeat thump like war drums under your palm.

“Just one more second, baby, I promise, it’s so good.” You said, fixing your stance, moving your hand behind you and leaning back, arching and arching until you felt him drag against your g-spot, his thick, long erection filling you so completely that the outline of it appeared on your lower belly.

Jin’s eyes had just opened when he spotted the bulge he was causing, the vibrator angled so perfectly that he had a clear visual of the scene.

“Keep going, Angel. Fuck me don’t stop, love.” He whined, as you squeezed him.

“Gonna cum.” You informed him. “So close.” You rambled on while he wrapped his forearm behind your back, trying to help you with one hand, while the other one pressed to your lower belly, avoiding the vibrator and simply pushing against your abdomen, making you feel his cock deeper, your insides completely rearranged once he managed to give a couple thrusts from below.

‘Yes!’ was all you managed to whimper before drowning in pleasure that embraced you and swallowed you, taking you deep, to its most delicious and dangerous pits before spitting you out, every muscle of your limbs spasming as you fell forward, Seokjin lost into bliss one more time, due to the delayed and intense stimulation.

When you came back to reality, you were both confused and hazy, your bodies exhausted, dripping in sweat.

“What the hell happened?” You asked, realising the vibrator was mercifully away from you. You found the strength to switch it off.

“I have no idea. But it was so damn good.” Seokjin replied, his breathing still haggar.

“You.” You said, nuzzling your face into his neck.

“We done being grumpy, my love?” He asked, moving your hair to the side and looking at you adoringly.

“I’m gonna be grumpy more often.” You said, twitching your nose as you thought about it.

He chuckled funnily. “Not too often. I’m getting old. I don’t know how long I can keep up like this.”

You smiled and bit the skin of his collarbone. “I’ll keep you so fucked out you’ll be young forever.”

He outright laughed at that. “You’re so damn dirty and lovely.” He kissed the top of your head. “Don’t you ever change, Angel.”

You smiled and hid into him, basking in your sweetness before whining. “We need to get up. Get washed.”

He also whined and shook his head gingerly. “Don’t want to.”

“Okay. Just a minute.” You conceded.

He beamed. “Just a little, tiny minute.”

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Summary: With over a year since I’ve last played the original and with the final farewell at my back, I’ve decided to take another look at one of my favorite games of all time and grab the platinum trophy on PS3 while I’m at it. Spoilers inbound obviously as this is going to be entirely thoughts and observations of the original with hindsight of the entire series up until this point. So Spoilers!

Overall: Even after what most consider to be one of the best years in gaming last year, this is my favorite game of the PS4/Xbox One console generation. Life is Strange has moved into my top five games of all time and I can’t see is slipping out of it. No matter where you play it, Life is Strange is something worth experiencing.

Episode 1: Chrysalis:

I was lucky in when I first played this game. I, like Max at the time, had no idea who the blue haired girl in the bathroom was. When it’s revealed later that she’s Max’s friend she didn’t talk to for five years I was making that revelation with the characters. Max never even tried to contact her according to her journal entries which while inelegant are really important to getting into the mindset of Max early on. That being said I love Max. I’m a straight white dude and I’ve never related to any other videogame character like to do to Max. She is a socially awkward dork who isn’t good at saying goodbye and really isn’t good at keeping in contact with people. She is female, but not overtly feminine. While I’m not a Final Fantasy fan like she is, by the way the Square Enix self-promotion in this episode is cringe worthy, I do love how unapologetically dorky she is. She’s also pretty socially awkward and oblivious to a lot of social things, particularly with Warren who is clearly into her. I don’t think Max isn’t interested as much as she’s unaware, but that does come down to player choice. I think this game leaves Max’s sexual orientation much more open ended than Before the Storm did with Chloe, at least for this first episode. At most I think she’s still exploring her sexuality and is open to either sex, but again it’s all open to interpretation which is part of why this game shines so much.

Especially in a post Before the Storm world it is interesting to see just how bad an idea ever showing Rachel was. I’m not saying it couldn’t be done, I just don’t think it should have been done. Outside of pictures, all Max and the player know about Rachel is what she and the player are told about her by those who knew her. This paints her as an idealized perfect school girl. She was so popular she was above the schools popular kids club, did all of the after school activities, and everyone loved her. It’s an unrealistic standard which you can doubt is all true, but it’s all you have to go on. Showing Rachel turns the character into concrete fact as opposed to whatever you pictured in your head. Maybe what you know is being romanticized by those who miss her in this game, but Before the Storm says that it wasn’t. If Before the Strom did two things right with this it’s that it painted a much clearer picture as to why Victoria Chase hates Rachel Amber. While she was around she was the second most popular girl in school and was always coming in second to her. Rachel having serious parental issues that Chloe doesn’t bring up when Max asks how her parents are handling it at first seems like an oversight of the prequel, but this actually shows Chloe’s denial in this situation. These two details aren’t enough to warrant the prequels existence though.

The student body at Blackwell I like a lot to. Well you know besides Nathan Prescott obviously, he’s an ass. They make Blackwell feel more like a real school than Before the Storm did which didn’t show a lot of students unless they were tied to the main narrative in some way. The small side stories each character has never overwhelm the main narrative, but they are there to explore and all have enough depth to make that exploration worth it. This episode has Dana’s teen pregnancy and abortion plot line along with Juliet’s cheating boyfriend. While more tied to the main narrative, dealing with Victoria to get into the girls dorm gives depth to Victoria. Sadly her posy needs to wait for future episodes to get depth.

Back on Max and Chloe, it is funny how Max talks shit about Chloe’s car that’s double parked in the handicap spots when she doesn’t know it is Chloe’s. As soon as she does know it’s hers she doesn’t bring it up. It does take until after Chloe realizes that Max saved her life for Chloe to be cool with Max again. She’s very pissed that Max not only didn’t talk to her for five years, but also didn’t try and get in contact once she was back in Arcadia Bay. Chloe however didn’t hesitate to save Max’s ass which is why I still feel like she was super open to welcoming her back into her life with open arms. Both Max and Chloe are in desperate need of a friend and are willing to overlook the missing time in their relationship to have the comfort they once had with each other. While Max talks about not leaving Arcadia Bay with the goal of fucking Chloe over, they also don’t mention “the day”. Chloe’s dad is dead and her mother is remarried to an abusive controlling prick named David. Replaying the entire game again I’m also now aware that at no point, at least as far as I saw, was it mentioned that Max leaving was as close to William dying as we now know it to be. Obviously it was relatively close, but the fact that it was all in the same week makes you understand why Chloe was so hurt.

Also back on Warren, he isn’t a creep like a lot of people claim. He’s clearly interested and Max is oblivious but he’s never forceful with her. She is comfortable with him, enough that she was going to tell him about her time travel powers first, and eventually does. I’d be curious how differently things would have played out if Nathan didn’t show up to stop their talk. Straight white guy talking again here, but I feel like Warren isn’t the type of guy who would suddenly lash out like the rapey guy in Before the Storm if Max said flat out she wasn’t interested.

Another little observation I made is that the bird swarms can be seen outside of Chloe’s house in the backyard. Not sure if this is a bug or intentional but there are two swarms, one on either side of the house in the distance. Having this episode end and start with the lighthouse was a nice touch. While it obviously works to set up the ticking clock element to the story, it also gives you a taste of what’s to come. It gives you a little bit of action which will be component of every future episode. Max telling Chloe the truth about her powers is a great way to end the episode. I think leaving Chloe seriously doubting it would have been more effective in the next episode, but the snow is more powerful as it makes certain that that vision is indeed of what is to come. Also the fact that Chloe was almost a victim of the dark room is horrifying.

The episodes epilogue shows Chloe’s Mom which so far has only been mentioned in passing and seen in pictures. Luckily the teaser for the next episode doesn’t spoil anything major about the next episode. If it ruined the ending I’d be pissed. We also get the first tease of the dark room with the row or red binders.

One last thing in regards to this episode is how it talks about the supernatural. This town, Blackwell in particular has ties to the supernatural it seems. While I don’t want to see Chloe or Max in Life is Strange 2, I wouldn’t mind seeing the school again. Its ties to Native American culture are something that can explain the supernatural powers being a reoccurring thing. Obviously you’d need to set this in the past or far future to not have to deal with the aftermath of this game, at the very least tying these powers to something like this could be a cool uniting theme for the games.

Episode 2: Out of Time:

This episode is in my opinion the weakest in the season, perhaps maybe even in the franchise, but its ending is worth it and after this it’s all high quality. Now why is this episode the weakest? Well I guess that might not be the best word for it, but it comes down to the puzzle segments. They all suck. Memorizing what is in Chloe’s pockets and what happens in the diner in the next 30 seconds isn’t fun. Finding bottles and shooting them isn’t fun. The reason they aren’t fun is deeper than just the gameplay not working though. It’s mostly that all of this kills the pacing of the story. The first episode is introducing Max to her powers and the cast while establishing the mystery of Rachel Amber. This episode is just Max and Chloe fucking around up until Kate Marsh tries to jump off the roof of the girl’s dorm. If this episode was Max and Chloe looking into things for Kate and in the process hitting some of these same beats I think this episode could have been a lot better.

Kate Marsh is the star of this episode as even when you aren’t with her, she is the focus and if you don’t give her your full attention you will lose her. Even once you go hang out with Chloe, she is still calling and texting you, and nothing outside of her scenes leaves any lasting impact in my opinion. If anything this all makes the memorizing Chloe’s pockets work, if in the wrong order. If you weren’t doing that with Kate and her room earlier, then you probably aren’t going to be able to prevent her from jumping. The thing that set Kate off is a video of her, drugged, making out with a bunch of boys at a party going viral. She’s the good little Christian girl so several people find it funny, but it turns out that Nathan Prescott was involved and she was taken to what will later be revealed as the dark room. I’ve never been a girl with depression, nor have I had a viral video of me shared like this, but I have had thoughts of suicide in the past and Dontnod did a fantastic job of treating this subject with care. It lets you see all of the little cuts. Her aunt disowning her, her mother concerned, all of the tissues from the tears. While there were obviously hints at all of this in the previous episode, here it’s the focus and it’s handled with care and respect. Pulling Max’s powers away from her for this part of the game makes it all feel less gamey which is important to portraying this topic seriously. Max in the shower still feels creepy to me, especially since she’s barely legal. It doesn’t take away from the conversation she overhears, but it makes me feel dirty nonetheless.

I still love all of these side characters so much and it really does set this game apart from its prequel. This whole series takes place in early October and while some Halloween decorations were up previously, this is when the spooky atheistic takes hold. There is a Halloween party in the works and I’m not sure if it’s always an option, but Max and Warren get an invite from Dana. It’s interesting that you get the choice to decline or accept the invitation considering the series wraps before then. Victoria’s posy starts to fall apart here as she tells of Taylor for not being fast enough yesterday. Once you talk with Taylor though you get to find out that she hangs out and puts up with Victoria because Victoria is supporting her emotionally while her mom is sick. Samuel the custodian is a werido, but I love talking with him. Even once you reach the diner all of the characters there are worth talking with. The Dana subplot continues with two of the boys, Trevor and Justin having both been interested in her be cool with each other when Trevor finally hooks up with her. The cast is just so much larger here and while it’s all optional, it’s all interesting enough to be worth looking into.

Max apparently went home after the previous episode and worked with Warren to research time travel to the fullest extent possible. Max not knowing how she got her powers or how long they’ll last gives this episode a little something extra for that first play through. This is especially the case when Max’s powers seem to be fading when Kate prepares to jump off the roof. I turned down Warren’s date proposal this time around seeing as how I’d end up missing it anyway, but I still think Warren is the one true pairing in this game.

I guess I should talk about Max and Chloe outside of the context of just the bad puzzle stuff. This episode cements why I’ve never seen Max and Chloe as a potential couple. Chloe is a massive bitch in this episode in a lot of ways. She gets mad at Max if she answers her phone for Kate, holds grudges over Max when she doesn’t take the blame for Chloe, and god forbid I don’t try and shoot some guy I just met. I understood Chloe to some extent in Before the Storm, but here she’s still a bitch who I only put up with because Max is willing to because of their past. A lot of Chloe’s issues in these major choice segments don’t work because of the time travel aspect along with other little things. If Chloe didn’t want to wait inside the diner while Max answered the phone she didn’t have to. Max could have rewound to before Frank showed up and she and Chloe could have made a run for it. Hell even in the last episode you aren’t able to toss the blunt out the window to try and avoid that whole drama. I know they want to make hard choices, but these ones don’t work and Chloe is always a bitch if you don’t do everything in your power to please her.

Despite not liking the gameplay or story direction at the Junkyard, I understand the importance of the setting. This is where Rachel was buried and with Before the Storm to add context, this junkyard was where Chloe built her car and also where her dad’s car ended up. Sadly that car isn’t here and quite a lot has been added to Rachel and Chloe’s home away from home. I wish Before the Storm’s montage would have shown the passage of time in that strange cement structure instead of what it did. The Doe over top of where Rachel is buried is rather ominous as is the torn shirt nearby. Frank having Rachel’s bracelet is another thing I wish Before the Storm covered in some form. I know it’s eventually covered here, but I’d have loved to have seen it from Rachel’s perspective in that games closing montage.

This episode closes with possibly the games strangest decision, and I don’t think any other choice in the game has this many outcomes. You blame either Nathan, Jefferson, or David for what happened with Kate, but there are more than three outcomes. If you pick Jefferson you’re safe, but if you blame David or Nathan, depending on previous choices Max could get suspended. I’ve never gotten suspended in the game though as it requires making what I’d argue are some of the dumber choices in the game. What makes this whole thing work is that while in hindsight you know Jefferson is the mastermind and Nathan is his pawn, the final moments before you makes this choice do everything they can to make you think it’s David that caused this despite actually being innocent. While none of these choices really impact the progress of the story, it is a clever piece of misdirection that will likely make you regret your choices later.

The episode wraps with a musical montage set to Mt. Washington, which might be my favorite song on the soundtrack. The episode wraps with Max believing that Rachel and Kate’s situations are tied together, and the episode closes with a confirmation in the form of another look at the dark room where on a table not far from the red binder marked Rachel is one being made for Kate. Of course prior to that is an unscheduled eclipse.

Episode 3: Chaos Theory:

This episode finally kicks off the actual detective work of Max and Chloe trying to find out what happened to Rachel and Kate. The episode wastes no time diving right into it. Max is woken by a text from Chloe Tuesday night and Max heads out to meet her in front of the school. The focus of this episode is the mystery and Max and Chloe’s relationship.

The school doesn’t get seen much today, at least not while the sun is out. Regardless the student body is still present. Max is now taking care of Kate’s pet rabbit. All of the slates outside the rooms haves condolences written on the, Two girls are still up at this hour and both will let you know Victoria has snuck out. Dana was apparently good friends with Kate and you can talk about Kate’s fate with her, whatever it was. Taylor I didn’t chat with much, you can use the fact that Victoria is out to snoop in her room, but you won’t find anything of value which is a good thing. Before you can reach the main campus Principal Wells is getting wasted on the path between there and the dorms, but that’s it for the student body.

Out front of campus Max is still shaken up by the events of the day and isn’t a fan of Chloe joking around. Both are concerned about Rachel and Kate, but Chloe is the first to bring up the coming storm. Before the two can use David’s keys to enter the main building, they catch Victoria and Jefferson coming out and Victoria is trying to bribe and blackmail Jefferson into winning the Everyday Heroes contest. It does not go well for her.

The following chunk is a fun puzzle that pushes the plot forward. Max and Chloe need to get into the Wells’s office, so Max contacts Warren on how to build a pipe bomb, not exactly what she asked, but it’ll do. It’s pretty much just an object hunt, but it’s fun to see the school at night. Once inside we get the first hint at the Dark Room in Nathan’s actual file. Apparently Nathan and David were onto Rachel selling drugs. Before leaving you can choose to steal the money from the handicap fund. The issue with this choice is not only is it tied to Chloe and Max falling in love, but unless you try stealing the money, no compelling reason is given to do so. The reason to steal it is paying off Frank.

After this Max and Chloe go take a swim in the pool. Snooping around the Boys locker room you can find Zach’s phone along with his dirty texting with Victoria. Max’s is also super clueless about Warren’s crush on her when she finds a picture of the two of them in Warren’s locker. The graffiti in both restrooms is hilarious. They are all super immature like beaver eating jokes and to more direct knocks at students like Max, Kate, Rachel, and Victoria. The two swim around for a bit, but Chloe misses Rachel so the conversation drifts to her and Kate again. As soon as the two get dressed security shows up for a little light stealth. The two head back to Chloe’s house for the night since sneaking back to the dorm would be impossible. The Pool is a nice break from the mystery for both the player and the characters.

When Max wakes up she puts on some of Rachel’s old clothes since Max’s stink of chlorine. This outfit of course is also the one she is seen wearing in Before the Storm because why not. Max also is dared to kiss Chloe, the only real significance to this choice is that it decides if Chloe and Max kiss at the end of the game, of course that’s already determined by Chloe’s phone background which is based on how often you stuck up for her earlier. These choices being the pot in episode 1, the phone call in episode 2, trying to shoot Frank in episode 2, and the money in episode 3. I always go with the kiss because why not.

Downstairs Max helps Joyce make breakfast and Joyce gets some needed development. She doesn’t believe anything good has happened to Rachel but is holding out hope. She also says that Chloe wanted to be more like Max which I really find odd. While Max is eating she brings out the photo album and stumbles upon the last photo William ever took. This is also when it’s finally brought up that William died in a car accident. Max is given this photo of the last time either of them remember Chloe being happy. Chloe comes down and distracts Joyce so you can break into David’s laptop. In it you discover he has files on Rachel, Kate, and even Max. Rachel was totally hooking up with Frank, he was convinced Kate was on drugs, and he’s got his eye on Max to the point where he knows her online aliases. Before Max can relay the info to Chloe, David comes home and the two get in a fight and you must pick a side. I don’t have a hard time siding with Chloe here. Even in hindsight it’s clear David is overstepping quite a lot. I forgot Max brings up the files she just uncovered though.

The duo heads to the diner to break into Frank’s RV. Getting the keys is where the famous “beans” joke comes from. The same colorful cast is here at the diner this trip. You’re able to warn the homeless woman about the storm. The puzzle to get the keys is a fun one. It also establishes Rachel and Frank’s history among other juicy details. This challenge puts your ability to use new information to start dialogue with a leg up to its fullest. There are at least two paths through this puzzle and both are interesting in terms of what you learn about Frank. The choice to throw the bone towards the road or the parking lot is a stupid ass decision. One the dog dies, the other he doesn’t. Anyone who killed the dog is a monster.

Hidden away in the RV’s vents is proof that not only was Rachel hanging out with Frank, but they were involved and she was using drugs. You can also steal back the gun here if Frank took it. While you explore Chloe searches Frank’s computer and makes all sorts of porn jokes. Rachel has a meltdown when you show her the pictures though and goes off about everyone in her life betrays her. She drops Max off at school in a rage after refusing to accept blame for anything that has gone wrong in her life or even accept that there is no one to blame.

And this is where shit gets good. Max goes up to her dorm room and discovers that she can jump back in time by focusing on photos, and uses this power to jump back in time to William’s last photo. This scene is hard to play now. Knowing that not only is this three days before Max moves, but it’s also the day of the accident, I’m prepared to cry when I get to episode 4 when Max undoes what she does here. In the episodes final puzzle, you need to hide the car keys so William takes the bus and therefore doesn’t die in a car accident. On the way back to the present as this moment in time ends, the timeline is shown to have been altered. Before you solve the puzzle you can leave a few other marks on the past.

Max arrives in the present as a member of the Vortex club, Warren is hooked up with another girl, and David is the bus driver. Max races over to Chloe’s to find William still alive. Only issue is that Chloe is now wheelchair bound with plenty of heavy duty machinery and pipes on her. Max’s face when she sees the wheelchair bound Chloe had me worked up. I guess there is one other problem, the end is still nigh as dead whales start washing up on the shore.

Episode 4: Dark Room:

This is my favorite episode of the season, and that might be unfair to the finale, because what makes this episode work is how damn well it works as the penultimate episode. The puzzles are at there peak, the story picks up the pace, and the opening is exceptional, and it ends just in time for the finale to be non-stop suspense and action.

This episode kicks off in the alternate timeline with Max and the Wheelchair bound Chloe down on the beach. Chloe is in this chair because of a car accident she was in on her 16th birthday. Without a step father to rebel against, this Chloe never smoked, swore, or dyed her hair. She still loves punk music, but this is a very different Chloe. Max kept in contact in this timeline, though considering Chloe was wheelchair bound that whole time it comes off as ill advised to some extent seeing as he pictures Max sent were her off seeing the world.

Rachel still went missing in this timeline, though Chloe never met her. I think this is the biggest knock against Before the Storm’s main three episodes. At the end of the day whatever Chloe does back then doesn’t matter. Rachel still ends up with Frank and later a shallow grave. Prequels are hard to do well and ones in a series based around narrative choice are harder. That being said this introduces a very interesting opportunity when piled on with two other facts. One being that Max is part of the Vortex club in this timeline and two being Max is good enough friends with Nathan that she’s been to the Dark Room. I’d love to see a prequel set in this alternate timeline or at the very least more details on it. Max isn’t a good person in this timeline and with Chloe pretty much irrelevant, what happens with Rachel could be interesting to see. This at the very least is prime fan fiction material.

Max spends the night in this alternate timeline and the entire time everything is designed to show you exactly how awful this reality is. Chloe has no friends and spends all of her days in constant pain. The insane medical bills are threating to have the Price family lose their house. Chloe wasn’t expelled from Blackwell in this timeline, instead she was no longer able to attend because the school wasn’t equipped to handle Chloe’s medical needs. Basically everything is awful. Once Max wakes up and goes to get Chloe’s Morphine injector, she finds out that Chloe’s respiratory system is failing as a result of the spinal injury. Max and Chloe look through an old Photo Album and come across the picture that sent Max back to create this alternate timeline. Chloe apparently already knows that she doesn’t have long and asks Max to overdose her on Morphine so that her last day will have been the happy one she spent with Max and her family won’t have to worry about her medical bills anymore. This is your choice, but whichever way you go about it, Max’s next choice is to fix the timeline by going back to that day once more. Personally I’ve always agreed to do it for Chloe.

Back in the past this time is not something you get to play. Max goes back and does one thing: she burns the photo so she can’t come back here again. When William walks out the door Max collapses against the wall in tears and Chloe goes to comfort her in concern. Max is apologizing but can’t say what for without messing with the timeline. Max just keeps telling Chloe that no matter what happens she’ll always be with Chloe. This entire scene right here is truly powerful. I didn’t cry the first time, but this last time I was closer to crying this second time around. I don’t know if it’s because of the Farewell episode, or maybe it’s because I know for certain how this ends. Either way, it’s a scene that exemplifies the tragedy of this series.

Back in the normal reality, Max is in Chloe’s room and the two are putting together the clues they’ve uncovered. Apparently last night Max and Chloe did more digging. The duo has a lot of information, but they need a few more things before they can put together the puzzle. First up is David’s photos and coordinate listings. Apparently he was tracking a whole bunch of vehicles.

If Kate lived you get a bonus scene before you head back to school to dig up more on Nathan. Kate in the hospital if she didn’t die and Max goes to visit her. This entirely miss able scene redeems Chloe for bitching at you for answering Kate’s call. She admits to not knowing what Kate was going through. What makes this scene even more interesting in hindsight is that it wasn’t part of the original script. Apparently as the season was coming out fans really wanted more Kate so this scene was worked in here. Kate has turned around in a big way and will text you Nathan’s room number later on if you talk with her about it. This scene obviously isn’t heavy on story, but it is on character.

Next stop is the dorms where you’ll bump into Jefferson on the way in. Here is your first does of the student body this episode. Depending on if you said yes to Warren’s date proposal, Brooke might not talk to you here. She’s super into Warren but Warren is far more into Max. You need to snoop round to figure out if Nathan is on Campus, but even once you find out you can still talk to everybody first. Daniel will let you know he saw Jefferson and Nathan talking earlier. Samuel believes the strange weather is supernatural in nature while Ms. Grant believes its climate changes. Once you get in the boys dorm room you can hear Dana in Trevor’s room.

In Nathan’s room I found a graphical bug among other things. The projector was shooting out a black cone. Nathan’s room reveals quite a lot. One is that Chloe’s conversation in the bathroom at the games start is over the time Nathan drugged her in his room. There are also some pictures in Nathan’s drawers. Max manages to find Nathan’s phone, but before they can escape Nathan shows up and Warren once again steps in to protect Max. You can choose to call Warren off after he’s got Nathan down or let him keep going. This can give Chloe a gun if she lost it in episode 2 and never picked it up in episode 3.

Max and Chloe ask Warren to look into Nathan’s father while they head off to talk with Frank. Max is now totally aware Warren has a crush on her, but doesn’t say anything to him about it. Getting Frank to talk is a conversation puzzle. If you’ve got a gun you can’t lose. Worst case Chloe kills Frank and his dog. Best case no one gets hurt. There is a middle ground where Frank gets wounded, but which way you go is up to you. This is a rather time consuming puzzle, but that is mostly because it’s replaying the same conversation a lot.

Now it’s time for the complicated puzzle. You need to figure out when Frank sold Nathan drugs by matching the code names to the sales papers. You need to match license plates from David’s pictures to the coordinates he’s been keeping. You need to break into Nathan’s phone to get his texts with Frank. Once you’ve done all of that you need to match up the texts, coordinates, and the drugs dealings to figure out where Nathan went that night with Kate. It’s a tough puzzle, but it’s satisfying to put this all together. You can cheat Nathan’s phone, but everything else you need to figure out on your own.

At the barn the two discover the hidden bunker beneath. This is the notorious Dark Room. A few light puzzles make up the process of getting into the barn, getting to the bunker door and finally opening that door. In the Bunker is binders for Victoria, Kate, and Rachel, along with plenty more. Kate’s binder is full of pictures of her drugged out of her mind on the nearby set. Rachel’s on the other hand show her in a hole in the junkyard. Victoria’s binder is empty hinting that she is next up. The two races to the Junkyard where Chloe and Max start digging with their hands to find Rachel dead and buried where that photo was taken. As Chloe cries and Max comforts her, the spirt of the Doe looks on. For whatever reason this scene never hit me that hard. I always assumed the worst for Rachel and sure as shit it’s what happened.

Onto the end of the world party. Max wants to go to the Police, but Chloe wants true justice by her own hands so the two head to the Vortex clubs party. To continue with the unexplainable phenomena there are two moons in the sky tonight. Warren is wasted and Chloe is on a war path, but Chloe stops while Max and Warren take a Selfie together, and later this picture is important. The party itself is at the pool and pretty much every student is there. Chloe marched on ahead so Max looks for Nathan alone. The search continues until Max talks with Victoria. If you weren’t nice to Victoria in episode 1 you can’t successfully warn her here since she won’t believe. It’s all for naught though, because Nathan isn’t the mastermind, Jefferson is. In fact warning Victoria successfully will get her killed. Before you can leave the party with Chloe, Jefferson announces Victoria as the winner.

Chloe and Max head out to find Nathan when he texts them implying he’s destroying Rachel’s body. At the Junkyard Max is drugged and Chloe is shot in the head killing her instantly. Before Max blacks out she sees that it was Jefferson who did this and he stands over her menacingly. No musical wrap up, just cut to black and credits. The tease for next week has a meek voice saying no in the Dark Room while a gloved hand gets more drugs, and outside the Storm has arrived.

Episode 5: Polarized:

The final episode of Life is Strange has a polarizing reception. Personally I love it but I understand the complaints. What makes this ending work is exactly what must people don’t like. There are some dialogue choices here, but only one matters, and that’s the final choice before control is ripped away from the player. The entire episode is mostly fast paced action paired with psychological horror, and I’m going to try and explain why this works by comparing it to one of my other favorite games, Metal Gear Solid 3: Snake Eater. Metal Gear Solid 3 is a stealth game, but the final hour is anything but. It goes from boss fight to over the top chase scene to boss fight to somewhat slow segment to boss fight to finale cut scene. Polarized has a similar style it upends the normal gameplay style and goes bat shit insane for the majority of the episode before it hard stops. The sudden dramatic shift in tone helps land that punch. You’re already thrown off by the different tone, but switching back to the original tone is still jarring, and before you can readjust they nail the final blow. Now to be fair I don’t think it works as well in Life is Strange since this isn’t a game built around action sequences, but I do think it works.

The first chunk of the episode is Max trying to escape the Dark Room. This involves Max, who is tied to a chair on set using her ability to jump back in time to when photos were taken to go back and relieve the photo shoot with Jefferson in order to work a way out. During these jump backs Max learns that Jefferson befriends Nathan in order to use his money to fund this little side project and that he killed him last night. He also plans on killing Max. After enough little changes Max jumps back in time to the selfie she took in Jefferson’s class on Monday. She texts David everything she knows about the Dark Room and turns in her photo for the “Everyday Heroes” contest. When Max jumps back she’s on her way to San Francisco having won, but with Wells since Jefferson was arrested. Everything is wrapped up to nicely though. Max gets another vision of the storm and sure as shit it’s hitting Arcadia Bay right now. Desperate to get back to Arcadia Bay, Max jumps into her submission and destroys it in the past. The only reason this fake out doesn’t work is because of the collectibles and how early into the episode it happens. Of course it’s not over yet.

Back in the new present Max is back where she started this episode, but this time Max’s journal has been destroyed by Jefferson so she has no pictures to jump to. Before Jefferson can kill Max suddenly someone enters the bunker. It’s David and you guide him through a fight with Jefferson. With Jefferson down and out you’ve got the chance to make up with David and tell him what happened to Chloe. If you do the latter he kills Jefferson in rage. This is set up as a major choice, but as I said earlier, there is only one in this episode. Max still needs to save Chloe and luckily Warren took that picture last night so she can change the past and save Chloe, but she needs to get to Warren first. He’s at the Two Whales diner in town and Max steals Jefferson’s car to get there. I love this little action scene here. Max fighting anyone wouldn’t be fitting of the character. Having Max fight through someone else however works. It’s a boss fight in a roundabout way.

Nathan sent Max an apology for everything last night before Jefferson killed him along with a warning which she listens to on the drive into town. He’s sobbing as he records this and it feels genuine. Max has to get out of the car before her destination because of wreckage on the road. On the last stretch of road before the diner there are four reoccurring characters Max can save along with several people who are already dead. Even when Max gets to the diner she needs to stop it from blowing up before she can go in the back. Inside is Joyce and Warren along with Frank and Pompidou if they didn’t die. You can convince Joyce on whether or not to forgive David and if Frank is alive tell him how his dealings killed Rachel. Max tells Warren exactly shy she needs the photo by explaining her powers, and that she believes that her powers started this storm. He believes her. Before you jump into the phot you get the option hug Warren, kiss him, or just leave. I always give him the smooch since why not. The timeline is fucked anyway. The actions stuff here works, though the exploding diner is a bit much. I also wish the dead bodies were of some of the students or something. The grieving woman over her dead lover towards the end could have been Dana and Trevor and that would have carried a lot more weight than two no names.

Back before the party Max tells Chloe everything that is going to happen. Nathan is already dead, Jefferson killed him and drugged and kidnaped Max. Max also reveals he alternate realties here including the one where she saved William and fucked up Chloe’s life to the point where she wanted to die. Max knows when this moment ends she’ll forget all of this and come back in the present. The plan is to tell David everything and hide somewhere safe. Yes this saves Chloe, but the Storm is still heading towards town while Max and Chloe flee to the lighthouse which is out of the storm’s path. Before Max can get there though she passes out. Queue the insanity.

What follows is Max’s nightmare. A twisted and fantastical series of scenes remixed and in some cases wholly original in order to convey Max’s internal conflict. Things start with a recreation of the opening class room scene where birds crash against the window leaving splatters of blood until the bell rings and everyone disappears. When Max goes to leave, Jefferson reappears and all Max can say in regards to his offer for her to stay in the Dark Room forever is either acceptance or demeaning herself. I think this scene is a representation of Max’s lack of confidence in herself, particularly in her photos.

If the latter is true, than this next scene is Max’s fear that she just ruins everyone’s lives. This twist on the girl’s dorm requires you to find the right door to exit in each loop. Kate either blames you for letting her die or for making sure no one will ever leave her alone again for fear she’ll try and kill herself again. Most of this isn’t reacted to by Max, but the scene with Kate is and it shows.

I don’t know what the next scene is supposed to convey, but it’s the opening title scene from episode 1. What’s changed is that everyone but Max is going backwards. This includes a backwards version of “American Girls”. The optional photo in here is even taken in reverse by opening your journal. Entering the Bathroom enters Max into the final real gameplay segment.

What follows is a hellish otherworldly maze where Jefferson is looking for Max. The walks are decorated with his photos of Kate, Rachel, and Max in walls decked out like the art gallery from earlier. The second part of the maze is just sneaking past a spot light shaped like the statue out front of the main building. The next part of the maze is all lockers and a bunch of guys from the school are looking for Max. The final part is inspired by the junkyard and even has bottles to find for the final picture. Max comments about them being hard to find which is funny and Frank also references the beans thing here, that one kind of kills the creepy atmosphere.

Sitting on the bench at the lighthouse puts Max inside a snow globe on the mantle back on the day William died. The view is right over the fireplace where Max burns the picture. Max also gets a text from William about letting him die. In fact there are a lot of texts. The scene fades to Max strapped in a chair in the dark room and Jefferson shooting Chloe while they both insult her. Then Chloe kissing Warren, then Nathan hanging out with Chloe. Then her in Victoria. Then Chloe in the wheel chair, then Chloe photographing Max. This scene is obviously Max feeling like she isn’t good enough for Chloe.

Suddenly Max is locked in the diner bathroom with a key lock on her side. Once she escapes everyone is in the diner but perfectly still and blaming Max for ruining their lives and killing them. Max is sitting at the same seat where she showed her powers to Chloe, but that’s not the Max you’re playing as. This Max is a remnant left behind by Max’s time manipulation. This remnant believes Max has used her powers for selfish reasons and tries to guilt trip her. Then Chloe walks in and says that this remnant Max is talking crap. Cut to another hellish landscape with models of all of your time spent with Chloe. It ends with Max walking back into the present and consciousness atop the hill with the lighthouse.

Max changed enough to cause the storm and realizing this Chloe gives Max the photo from the Bathroom to go back and not save her. This is the final choice. Sacrifice the bay and Max and Chloe ride off leaving the town in ruins. Sacrifice Bae and every choice you made this week is undone leaving Max with just the memories of a week that never was. This is the final choice. It’s important to note that Chloe is willing to sacrifice herself to save the town considering she brings it up, but she realizes it’s Max’s choice as only she can do it.

I always will sacrifice Chloe, I got the kiss this time without getting the Max and Chloe phone background in episode 3. Max goes back in time and doesn’t save Chloe and instead just cries in the corner. No more words after Chloe’s last. Just Spanish Sahara. The moment in time ends and Max is returned to the present. Nathan is arrested. Jefferson is arrested, I assume turned in by Nathan. Max meets with the Price family to morn Chloe. When Max arrives in the present she’s at the lighthouse dressed in black. The funeral is the next day after Max returns to the present. Kate is still alive in this timeline, regardless of what choices you made because none of the situations in that episodes came to pass. The blue butterfly lands on Chloe’s casket and Max smiles. The end.

So why do I not save Chloe? Well to be honest I didn’t even think it’d be a choice. As far back as the ending of episode 3 when I first played this game I knew where this was going. Chloe would need to die. When the choice came up and Chloe accepted it was long past her time I went along with her because I value the lives of many over the life of one. When someone pointed out that this ending invalidates all of your choices it cemented my choice as what I believe as the right one. I believe Max got her powers so she could have that last adventure with Chloe and spend some time with her before she died. Without that power Chloe and Max wouldn’t have seen each other in the final five years of Chloe’s life. As soon as Nathan was arrested the truth about everything would have come out as it does. It was about creating memories.

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calorieworkouts · 7 years

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Reasons You Should Ditch the Scale

How a lot do you consider? While that's not a question most courteous people ask, I'll bet the majority of you know the solution. Whether you weighed on your own today, the other day or recently, chances are, tipping on a scale is something you do on a routine basis.

My following inquiry is this: Just what do you think of when you pointer on a scale? Some typical thoughts:

"That can’t be right."

"I knew I shouldn't have actually had that added breath mint yesterday."

"Did I actually obtain 5 lbs because yesterday?"

"I haven't shed a solitary pound. Just what's wrong with me?"

Whatever you think of when you consider yourself, one question you may not take into consideration is this: Is considering on your own assisting you lose weight or standing in the way of success?

To Weigh or Not to Weigh?

For several of you, the concept of not recognizing your weight regularly could appear as foreign as not knowing you despise lima beans. This holds true although that a range, unlike lima beans, has all kinds of emotions, thoughts and beliefs connected to it. The moment you tip on it, you determine things regarding yourself: Whether you're fat or slim, whether you have actually succeeded or failed, maybe even how you really feel about yourself as a person.

For some people, the range is a vital and also valuable tool for preserving weight loss yet, for others, it could stand in the way of success. Which group do you drop right into? If you're not exactly sure, learn even more about the factors you might wish to ditch the scale.

Next: Needs to Ditch the Scale - You're Just Getting Started

Just Beginning? You May Want to Ditch the Scale

The range is a fantastic tool for people that are preserving fat burning. Seeing their weight every day is one method making sure they're remaining on track with their diet as well as exercise program. If you're merely starting a weight loss program, the number on the range can be deceitful, making you feel that you're not making progression even when you are.

Unfortunately, the difficult work of diet as well as exercise isn't always shown on the scale for brand-new exercisers, especially during the very first few weeks. A few points that might occur when you start a weight management program:

Delayed results - The majority of us require several weeks of diet regimen and exercise prior to seeing considerable adjustments on the scale.

Unrealistic assumptions-- When you strive at your workouts and diet, you may expect greater than your body can provide, which causes disappointment.

Tunnel vision-- We obtain so focused on the range that it shuts out other points we're obtaining out of our workouts. The lasting rewards of exercise aren't always obvious when you're a novice and also you forget there are various other reasons to exercise as well as eat healthfully.

Keep it or Ditch it?

Are you inhibited by just what you're seeing on the range? If so, think about evaluating yourself once a month instead compared to daily or regular to provide your body time to adjust to just what you're doing.

Another choice is to change your emphasis from the trivial matters of weight-loss and concentrate on exactly what you in fact have to do obtain there, such as:

Showing up for your workouts - Set objectives based upon the number of exercises you'll do each week rather than how much weight you'll lose.

Getting to know your body - You cannot shed weight up until you exercise consistently and you can not do that up until you develop endurance and toughness. Take the first few weeks to experiment, problem your body and find out what you can.

Learning how to exercise - If you're a newbie, there's a discovering contour that may take you some time to get over. Give on your own space to discover great type, solid technique and also efficient methods of training prior to you put way too much pressure on yourself to lose weight.

Next: Needs to Ditch the Scale - The Range is Dissuading You

Discouraged? You May Desire to Ditch the Scale

A friend of mine treats her range similarly one may relieve a dangerous serpent. She hides it in her wardrobe and stumbles away whenever she unintentionally captures view of it. A lot of us have the same natural reaction to any scale-- a shudder when we go by the range at the health club or immediate completely dry mouth when advised to base on the range at the doctor's office.

Changing your way of life as well as routines is challenging enough without adding the stress of shedding a specific number of pounds each week. Your body won't always cooperate and you'll rarely get every little thing best from day to day. Beginning off on the ideal foot suggests having:

A encouraging atmosphere of household as well as good friends that encourage you to reach your goals

Realistic goals that encourage you day after day

A well balanced workout plan that fits your schedule and exactly what you appreciate doing

A means to take care of obstacles to work out before they happen.

If the scale doesn't fit into that motivating setting, it may be time for a change.

Keep it or Ditch it?

Do you dread hopping on the range every morning? If the solution is yes, take into consideration:

Setting aside weight-loss goals - Concentrating on being healthy, healthy as well as active could take the stress off, allowing you to appreciate your active lifestyle.

Find significant goals-- Significant goals are the ones we stick with when times obtain hard. Think about signing up with a charity run or exercising with a pal that needs support. You'll remember the deeper factors that exercise is a fundamental part of your life.

Talk to buddies or member of the family who exercise as well as ask how they manage it. You could be influenced to discover how real people fit exercise right into their lives.

Instead of watching the scale, focus on producing a healthy and balanced way of life. Living well generally leads to weight management.

Next: Needs to Ditch the Range - The Scale is Lying to You

Is the Scale Lying to You?

While the range can tell you just how much you weigh, there's something more vital you should recognize: Your body structure. While numerous of us concentrate on the number of extra pounds we're losing, what's more important is how much fat we're losing, something the range can't recognize. Losing weight may make you delighted yet, just what if you found out you were losing muscle mass, not fat? Losing muscle mass reduces metabolic process and also, at some point, adds to a loss of movement and also power.

This is one circumstances where the scale can lie, specifically for new exercisers starting a stamina training program. It's possible to lose inches without reducing weight, which indicates you're obtaining results even if they aren't showing up the way you're used to seeing them.

I often hear this concern from visitors that discuss shedding inches while the scale doesn't move. They wonder, "Why haven't I seen any results?" If you're experiencing this, one inquiry to ask on your own is: Why do you believe the range over your very own experience? If you're acquiring smaller sized clothes, you're losing fat regardless of what the range says.

Too typically, we believe exactly what the range is informing us as opposed to exactly what remains in front of our own eyes, leaving us discouraged and aggravated instead of commemorating success.

Keep it or Ditch it?

Are you shedding inches, fitting right into smaller sized sizes and also slendering down? If the solution is of course, that's an excellent indication that you're acquiring muscle as well as shedding fat, which is exactly just what you want.

Rather than the range, try other means to track your development:

Get your body fat tested

Take your dimensions at different areas of the body to see where you're slimming down

Go by how your clothes fit

Keep a health and fitness journal to track your weights, workouts as well as toughness gains

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tinymixtapes · 7 years

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Feature: Avant-Garde Escape Strategies

[A Bewick’s wren perches motionlessly on a thin branch.] In 2017, Twin Peaks is an invigorated brand. It has awoken as if to a new life, walks and breathes more freely. It is viewed on laptops, tablets, phones, and smart televisions connected to Netflix, and it will soon be viewed on SHOWTIME. But how will Twin Peaks be viewed in the year 2117? On what devices? Will it be viewed at all, or will its exact content be experienced in some truncated, more immediate form, facilitated by body-altering technologies yet to be discovered? Who are the people who download Twin Peaks to their brains in the future? Where do they live? These are the kinds of questions SHOWTIME will have to answer in order to ensure the continued relevance of the reawakened, newly optimistic, and hungry Twin Peaks brand. Maybe those viewer-subjects live in a huddled condition, in what philosopher Peter Sloterdijk calls “ecological stress communes,” pressed inland and away from cultural centers now remembered and revered like ancestors, jostled about by resource scarcity, plagued by ridiculous fantasies of aliens and sea people punctuated by actual disaster, war, and collapse. Or maybe these troubles loom on their horizon. In the face of these real nightmares, do they dream of ending up in a place like Twin Peaks, of grappling with its fake demons? Maybe future Twin Peaks viewers see in it a refreshingly provincial vision of encompassing crisis. A town where a yellow light still means “slow down” resonates abstractly with them. They are absorbed by the dark forces stirred out of the brown-gray American forest, by the murder of the cocaine-addicted homecoming queen and secret prostitute. Maybe, naive to the reality of their own circumstances, they feel like Dale Cooper chasing after those elusive and idealized spirits. The X-Files at least has something like a vision of the future, where Twin Peaks only has a vision of the past, and a pretty abstruse one at that. The forces that will carry The X-Files and Twin Peaks together into the cruel future are similar, but not the same. The X-Files, in its simulation of a crackpot investigation motivated less by superstition than clandestine knowledge and bizarre technology, at least has something like a vision of the future, where Twin Peaks only has a vision of the past, and a pretty abstruse one at that. If, disingenuously, The X-Files sought to domesticate the demons split open by modern techniques of investigation, Twin Peaks was overcome by its monsters, disenchanted and reduced to an incomprehensible aesthetic litany. Where The X-Files resolved about a mystery per episode, Twin Peaks lacked satisfying answers. And while we don’t know how Twin Peaks will be viewed in the future, SHOWTIME is wise to bet on disenchantment, on unanswered questioning and the melting of things into dark, muddy pictures. --- [Three white plumes ascend from the smokestacks ahead.] You wake up from an unclear dream in the late afternoon. The year is 2011 or 2012. Your room is dark and warm. Your laptop is next to you, partly covered by sheets. Disoriented, you rub gunk out of your eyes. You were up late browsing Tumblr again. Your laptop screen opens upon your unrefreshed dashboard, where you had fallen asleep to a looping GIF of Laura Palmer’s freeze-framed VHS smile from “Pilot (Northwest Passage).” You “like” the post. Co-created by David Lynch, a pioneer of American avant-garde cinema known for such films as Eraserhead and Mulholland Drive, the show mixes Lynch’s unique brand of surrealism with a dated form of the primetime drama in a way that you’ve enjoyed since you were introduced to the show by friends on the internet. One of the many reasons you love Twin Peaks is that its characters feel like people you know in real life, even though everything else in the show feels very unfamiliar. Twin Peaks makes you nostalgic for a time you don’t remember and a place that doesn’t exist. Animation: Korey Daunhauer Twin Peaks makes you nostalgic for a time you don’t remember and a place that doesn’t exist. Before you knew who David Lynch was, you had seen Laura Palmer wrapped in plastic, an icon of ossified innocence. It would take Lynch and Mark Frost a while to notice, or to do anything about, the fact that Twin Peaks had taken about 20 years to strike the nerve it was always supposed to hit, the one in you. Maybe they were too cynical, too forward-thinking. They thought your parents would be like this. Or, more likely, the conversation they staged between the avant-garde and its supposed opposite traumatically fell through, revealing, eventually, the uncanny mixture obscured by those labels, which they never knew how to control. It took a while to work itself out. By eventually thickening the show with supernatural diversions and visually peculiar dream sequences, ultimately leaving many of its mysteries unsolved, Lynch and Frost created the perpetual conditions for a scrupulous, even paranoid viewing of Twin Peaks. The question is how the show’s visual language, founded upon a mostly-arbitrary complexity inherited equally from Lynch’s experimentalism and from the genre within which it is put to work, means anything at all after the fact of its disenchantment — aestheticized, separated from the ostensible movement toward resolution. Or, as Anamanaguchi’s Peter Berkman put it in a reply to a comment on one of his Facebook status updates, “the question is how that grammar has changed now that we can pause and dissect individual frames in and out of context.” You close your eyes, take a deep breath, and keep scrolling Tumblr. --- [Sparks fly from the grinding wheel as you move in for a closer look.] INT. GREAT NORTHERN HOTEL DINING AREA - MORNING Sunlight pours into the room from the right. DALE COOPER sips coffee, his tape recorder placed neatly in front of him on the table. COOPER Diane, the time is 8:05 A.M., I’m at the Great Northern Hotel. I’ve just awoke from a terrible and convoluted dream. I’m not sure how much of it was significant to the inquiry into Laura Palmer’s death and how much of it was fabricated by BOB for the purpose of diverting it; to be honest, I’m not even sure if BOB or the Black Lodge are real anymore. I don’t know if I care or if the outcome of the investigation is important to me. I feel terrible. I lied awake in bed for a few hours. I feel like I’m living in someone else’s bizarre fantasy. (He pauses.) I mean, I guess her dad did it? I live at this hotel now. BOBBY BRIGGS enters from the GREAT NORTHERN HOTEL LOBBY holding a football. BOBBY Hey, Coop! Catch! BOBBY throws COOPER the football. COOPER fails to catch the football and it hits his tape recorder, sending it flying into the mug of coffee. COOPER B-Bobby! I — AUDREY HORNE enters from the GREAT NORTHERN HOTEL LOBBY smoking a cigarette, holding an iPhone. AUDREY (puffing cigarette) “When the masses think, the intellectual dies.” –Antonio Negri --- [A massive log looms atop a dolly.] Was Twin Peaks an attempt to make the masses think, to think with the masses and to kill the intellectual, or to think of the masses? To create an intellectual picture of their supposed fears and superstitions, their vices and neuroses? First, there’s Cooper and his obsession with an idea of homespun authenticity, one of the show’s biggest memes. There’s also Harry S. Truman, the sheriff, well-intentioned and pragmatic; Bobby Briggs, the football star, surly and unpredictable; the show’s various tokens of the bumbling serendipity of small-town America (Andy the cop, Pete the loyal husband); and the town’s enigmas and obsessives (James the boyishly gilded biker, Leland Palmer, Lawrence the shrink, and Harold the shut-in). Then, there’s a group of female characters, beginning with Laura and growing to include Shelly Johnson, Donna Hayward, Audrey Horne, Norma Jennings, Josie Packard, Lucy Moran, and Catherine Martell, who are depicted at best as seriously or repeatedly traumatized and, at worst, as stupid or possessed by some unknown whim, complicit in their own undoing. Where the town of Twin Peaks is bottomless in its dark mythology, it is flat in other ways. The image of community in Twin Peaks is convincing, actually, because it is not realistic. It is a vision of the countryside native to the city and is nonetheless awkward in representing both. FBI agents and industrialists, the show’s main representatives of the latter, view the fixed category of “provincial values” with lust or disdain. The working assumption is that the city is a place that mystery and magic have abandoned in favor of particular backwaters. That urban coexistence is antithetical to wonder. Moby’s “Go,” the popular rave-inspired electronica single based on a sample of Angelo Badalamenti’s theme music for Twin Peaks, is both clearer about who it is talking to and more successful in its attempt to practice an inclusive form of mastery over its created public than the show itself. As I drive east on Phoenix’s Loop 202 away from the setting sun, “Go (Woodtick Mix)” fades into “Go (Soundtrack Mix),” a line of a hundred cars curving delicately to the returning, quantized “yeahs.” --- [A waterfall crashes.] Everybody needs an escape from the avant-garde. To think all of the time is difficult, and it seems better that one find some place of negotiation, where many people think more and few people think less. As an escape strategy, Twin Peaks faltered in its weirdness, its stubborn maintenance of a position among the few. It was, moreover, unrealistic in its concept of the many. Gesturing toward the avant-garde, it failed there most spectacularly; no matter the depth of the perennial ebb and flow of interest in Lynch’s work, it will always make complete sense to me that Fire Walk With Me was booed at Cannes. If Lynch’s murderous backwater is perfectly fitted to the fetishes and anxieties of today’s teenagers, it is only because they have many of the same fetishes and anxieties as their parents, who watched with baited breath until the questions and clues lost their impact. Lynch’s vision of provincial intrigue said more about the values and aesthetics of America’s cities than its towns, and it appeals to we who carry with us everywhere a version of what Lynch saw in the city. If Lynch’s murderous backwater is perfectly fitted to the fetishes and anxieties of today’s teenagers, it is only because they have many of the same fetishes and anxieties as their parents, who watched with baited breath until the questions and clues lost their impact. Today, Twin Peaks exists against the backdrop of a nostalgia cult. Millennials, lacking spiritual unity and drawn to promises of darkness, are fascinated. Resuscitated by the esoteric magic of the brandscape, will Twin Peaks really walk and breathe more freely, as if awoken to a new life, and find something like that original sense of purpose? Or will it lose its way again in the smoke and mirrors of a shoddily constructed model of the public? --- On this auspicious morning for Twin Peaks, you languish in your room, thinking of the past. Of dead memes, content dampened and wrapped in plastic. Sometimes you wish you could immaterialize, becoming the unfeeling aggregate of your social footprint. You dream of disappearing into a fog of blogwave, street style, spicy memes, or Twin Peaks. Other times, you feel surprisingly up to the task of remaining an aggregate of relations. Your mental image of your environment sometimes appears in the form of a monster you are working to vanquish. With an intoxicated discomfort like nausea, you realize that Laura never lived in a world, had a future. That the real mysteries were yours. --- [You approach a wooden sign on the right side of the road.] http://j.mp/2pXgudV

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