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nathandrakeisabottom · 5 months

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Headcannons about them with an anxious SO? Love your stuff x

Thank you, friend! Now, in full canonical honesty, I don’t believe that either Nathan or Sam would be particularly good at dealing with their deeper anxiety, let alone someone else’s, let alone someone else’s who they loved dearly and would only be afraid to make it worse (that many crumbling bridges and a guy’s gotta if consider his only superpower is the ability to destroy everything he touches) for most of their young lives.

However, I do believe that post-UC4 (perhaps a little earlier for Nathan), and a good dose of necessary therapy (paid for in pirate coins, of course)--- they’d be more than willing to finally take on the challenge.

For themselves, and for the person they love more than anything.

Drakes with an Anxious S/O Headcanons

Nathan:

In his younger days, the prince of the awkward smile and half-hearted clap on the back. A pulley doll whose only catchphrases were “Man, that’s hard”, “Yeah. Yeesh.”, and “Soooo, I guess this would be a bad time for a joke, huh?”. Scurries to the bathroom as soon as they’re not in tears anymore, and stays there for as long as it takes to stop hearing the residual sobs.

However, his late 30s and 40s bring him a much healthier perspective (and therapy— Jesus, finally) and being the smarty pants he is, he passes on no opportunity to put his new skills and knowledge to use.

That playfulness and desire to find the lightness in even the hardest situations never leaves him at any age, though.

A panic attack? “‘Is something… wrong with you’? You realize you’re talking to the guy who accidentally destroys ancient temples for a living, as an archaeologist? And I still consider myself a not so bad guy. So in my eyes, you’re basically a lesser known Mesopotamian god.”

Got a bad grade? “A D in Psychometrics? I don’t know, sounds like they don’t know anything about math if they’re using a letter to grade you. Maybe they should go get their teaching certificates checked. Hey, how ‘bout I just draw you a PhD myself? You know I have an eye for art.”

Dealing with shitty parents? Landlord? Roommates? Exes who won’t leave you the fuck alone? “What? That buffoon? Guy who can’t even spell their own name right? That bastard isn’t worth a thought of a thought of a thought in your head. Pretty sure they haven’t had a thought in their own head since 1996.”

As soon as his first wide-toothed smile is won, he’s leaning into his partner with a secretive smirk: “Ya wanna get the fuck out of here?”

Because distractions always helped him before.

Will act especially gentlemanly, and theatrically play it up, while taking their partner for a frozen yogurt, antique shop, Target trip, public park, laser tag (yes, really) decompress. Bows when he opens the car door for them. Pays for everything. Calls them ‘your majesty’ for the entirety of the excursion.

All he wants is to get them to smile. And he’s not stopping until he sees it.

When the night creeps in and his S/O starts to lose steam, Nathan’s own worry grows more obvious, though he tries his best to keep it to himself.

Watches them with wide eyes. Gives them space, but still asks every few minutes if they need a cup of water. No? Tea? Arnold Palmer? Popsicle? Massage? Hot Pocket? Sexy pillow fight? However many it takes to make his partner laugh again. But he fully means every offer he gives.

Says nothing as he helps them undress and into their PJs. Touches are tender and intimate, gently rubs their shoulders and neck. Never too hard, never too direct. Plays the friendly ghost and lets their partner take the lead, but never, ever just sits around to watch.

Makes them a beverage of some sort, even if they say no. Hot lemonade with honey is his personal homecure. Says yellow is a happy color, so it must be good for you.

And right before they turn the lights out, Nate timidly offers— with a shy, trying chuckle— if they want him to read them a bedtime story.

Somehow shocked every time they say yes. Mumbles something self-derogatory about himself (“Ya know, not the best actor, but—” “Personally I think I have the voice of a dying goose, but—”) before sitting on the nearest surface and cracking open a book.

If he’s still feeling a little awkward, will uneasily ask if they wanna hear what he’s been reading lately, and will do so if asked— but really wants to read the pirate storybooks his mother read to him and Sam when they were kids.

It always made him feel better when the world felt too big, too scary, too cruel.

So he wants to share it with the person he loves.

He wants to share everything with the person he loves.

And without even asking, goes to the medicine cabinet and brings them a tablet of whatever they need when the anxiety gets especially bad, and says “I know, it’s scary. But we’ve been through scary before, right?” with a kiss on the cheek as they swallow it down with a sip of lemonade.

Lingers, eyes down, and vaguely nods to nobody as he stands and walks to the door.

“Want me… uh, want me to keep reading to you?” But he offers before he can even get past the door frame.

“Do you want me to want you to keep reading to me?”

And the last thing he wants to see is his love, alone. The idea of them crying beneath the covers because they were too afraid to burden him with it, too afraid to be seen. Everything he felt he had to do when he was 6 and his mother “passed”, age 9, 10, 11, 12 after a black eye, the words that his brain told him wrong: spoken aloud by the playground bullies he feared he’d never be stronger than.

But he knew they were wrong. The bullies were wrong. The ones in his brain. The ones in theirs.

“Yes.” He replies without missing a beat.

And he makes sure to hold their hand in his free one until the second they fall asleep… and a few hours after, just to be safe.

The next morning they fucking better expect breakfast in bed— and he maybe, just maybe, might even be willing to spring for McDonald’s, if that’s what they want. As long as they promise to eat actual fruit after. And hell, maybe even a vegetable or two when he makes dinner that night. Did you know that eating right and exercise are actually primary solutions to poor mental health—? That’s what Dr. Dorian said— No, potatoes don’t count as a vegetable— no, especially not if it’s fried— NO, FRENCH FRIES DON’T COUNT, BABY—

Sam:

Sam takes a bit longer to warm up to discussing anxiety than Nathan does, mostly due to struggling so deeply with it on his own. It’s not like prisoners (or Shoreline guards) made the most comforting companions.

The better he could keep secrets, the less he could reveal, the safer he’d be.

So it makes sense that it’s both his greatest strength and weakness when it comes to emotionally turbulent times.

In his younger, more avoidant years, he’d be the first to leave the room, leave the building, hell, sometimes even leave the city after a particularly heavy cry or confrontation with his then-partner. Only to come back the next morning and act like nothing ever happened.

But now, he doesn’t run. After prison, after Rafe, after Madagascar, all he wants is to be allowed to stay. To be wanted to stay by someone who loves him.

Is happiest to just sit with you in the silence. His biggest skill is his ability to weather the storm. And whether you need to scream bloody murder, or need to sit and decompress and just fucking feel, but can’t do it alone, Sam’s there. Listening.

Once you’re done talking, he takes one last, long drag of his cigarette, stubs it out onto the pavement, and asks simply: “So do you want solutions… or something else, sweet’art?”

You can see in his eyes— darting less than solid, certain against your own— that he really means it, in every way that he was too afraid to when he was younger.

The wonderful and terrifying thing about having anxiety while Sam is there is that it’s a vulnerable experience for the both of you. He’s learning, discovering, trying right along with you. And he may not be able to lift you up so easily, but he’ll be able to sink into the dark places with you, and not be afraid to see what’s down there.

And maybe seeing someone he loves so deeply, sees as so beautiful, so smart, so kind, so wonderful, so absolutely perfect to him feel the same ways he does about himself… maybe it makes him think that he’s not as terrible as his brain tells him, either.

Helps you take action by letting himself (finally) not be the smart one: “When ya… get like this, what do you usually do first, sweet’art? Paint me a pit’chure.” Gives you complete control, and smiles softly when you wipe your tears and the logical, the archaeological mind awakens. Mimics unraveling an ancient map when you begin to explain, and you inadvertently hiccup out a laugh.

At times, it’ll feel like he’s trying to run again, but when he stands up and walks across the room— he always returns. This time with your favorite of his jackets, the denim one that smells like him even though he just cleaned it, and drapes it protectively over your shoulders. Clasps his palm at the back of your neck and rubs out the knot he always finds there. Smiles toothy and wide when your words are broken up by sighs of relief. Only to be filled once again with silence, gazes meeting sweet and safe.

“Remember Indonesia?” He offers with a smirk, despite your furrowed brow.

“I guess? What about—?”

“I read the runes’ instructions and ran us in circles all around Bali, only to reread the transcript and realized I got three letters completely wrong. J—V—A. Java. It was goddamn Java the entire time.”

“Your point being?”

He smiles and shrugs. Trying. Maybe he’s wrong, a foreigner in some ancient, uncertain land, but he tries.

“Sometimes our brains are just wrong.” He tries for you. “That’s all.”

You sniffle, and he leans in to press a prickly kiss to your cheek. His jacket is still warm from the dryer, wafting with the residual sting of cigarette, Old Spice Captain, cheap mouthwash, even cheaper aftershave, and something else completely unnameable.

And maybe some others would think the scent appalling, but it’s the strangeness, the specificity, and yes, the stank— everything that makes Sam him— that makes you love it. Love him. The depth. The difference.

The pain, and what he chose to do with it.

Another kiss, this time down your neck. This time, the sigh of relief is his own.

What he chose to change it into.

“So… any chance sex therapy might be a thing?” He asks grinningly.

“Why don’t we find out, ‘sweet’art’?”

#uncharted #uncharted 4: a thief's end #nathan drake #sam drake #nathan drake x reader #sam drake x reader #happy christmas yall!!!#and for those are yall who struggle today. you arent alone #feel free to jump into my inbox and geek out with me #sometimes family is just someone you share blood with #and that's allowed to be it #shea out

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unironicallycringe · 6 months

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I know everyone on Tumblr and Twitter regards people who are 25+ or god-forbid 30+ to be in fandom for nefarious purposes only and should be doing adult things like having a shitty 9-5 office job and then getting home and staring at a beige wall.

I'm here to tell you that my experience being 30 is largely unchanged from being 20, except I now have better communication and empathy skills from years of therapy and also from gazing into the void. Also I have more bills and stress, which means I value my time being able to enjoy a hobby like playing with metaphorical Barbie dolls.

Also, I can offer you such gems of lived-experience advice like "you may have a quarter-life crisis in your twenties as adulthood comes stampeding over you, it will suck absolute ass but you are not alone and you can do this."

Anyways shout-out to the age range who are not-elders-but-regarded-as-such-online-for-some-reason. I met a 60+ person playing my cool new gardening sim game and he's legit af. I am baby compared to that guy and he's still vibing. You're allowed to be part of online communities at any age as long as you respect the people around you.

#shea muses aloud #this is my 'old man yells at cloud' moment #i get the fear really im not naive i know there are bad actors online and you should exercise caution everywhere #straight up it can get dangerous out here #but also dont let that cause you to go extremist in the opposite direction and decide to ostracise everyone older than you #idk man go outside and join communities #my larp regularly had ppl in their 40s and 50s #youre allowed to be a nerd who *gasp* ages #fandom #ageism #anyways learning a lot in my year and a half of being active online #mostly the usual of 'there are people who suck and there are people who dont'#thats life babey #find the people who dont suck #also good luck with your quarter life crises everyone i believe in you

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tnbc-thoughtsandheadcanons · 3 months

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It's midnight right now and I can't help reflecting on how crazy everything was with Long Live the Pumpkin Queen. Tim Burton read Shea's proposal on rewriting Sally's past to be a kidnapped daughter of Governors in a ragdoll town and APPROVED it with no major changes requested.

Tim Burton and Disney read her further proposal on having Queen Elizabeth II idolized in the book and saw NOTHING wrong with that and told her to go with it.

She also said they "loved the ideas". Had very little changes they wanted.

Why does this keep me up at night.

#i really should reread the book sometime #it's at least been a year since i've touched it i think #there are many things i loved about it but these facts still kind of bother me #like i expect it from disney honestly but tim burton?#im half surprised not surprised knowing who actually wrote sally #a sequel is coming which i hope improves things but like.#a lot of things were so wild with this book #but i firmy believe shea didnt deserve all those comments directed at her either #rambling

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brawlstars-dragon-au · 6 months

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Tiny lil pocky day sketches of Sholt 💜❤️

Ft. My fankid Shea as a dragon as well! (Name is pending - might rename her but for now Shea works ᕕ( ᐛ ) ᕗ)

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st4rbwrry · 1 year

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as a black woman I just HAVE to ask why must you mention shit like “shea butter”, “black African soap”, “sza”, etc. etc. in your fics? its all sooo unnecessarily distracting and honestly corny because we get it… y/n is black. tone it down a bit?

ummmm, how about because i actually USE that stuff and LISTEN to that stuff and it’s MY fic so i’m allowed to write what IIIII want ????????????? don’t like it? go somewhere else. write your own fic love. plz don’t tell me how to craft my own work. sounds like you think it’s stereotypical.

#☆. hater anon alert !#YOU tone it down.#telling me how to write my shit BYE #as if black people are the only ones who listen to sza and use shea butter. soundsssss like a stereotype #like that’s like me reading a fic and the reader is mentioning her using shea butter or braiding her hair. you think ima come in they inbox #and be like “um that was sooo unnecessary to say’ STFU #‘we know the reader is black like ugh’#YOU SOUND DUMB #‘tone it down a bit’ who tf are you talking to? not me love

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yoheyshea · 11 months

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If you live in Chicago and are interested in the building trades DM me

My union has opened apprenticeship applications

Fair warning- the trades are still largely white/male/st8 and the culture is wild. For me it requires a lot of mental compartmentalization.

My union of 2000+ members has 60 women

And I know of exactly Zero Out Gay Men or Trans People in our membership (I'm sure they exist in my trade, but I have yet to meet any)

But also I make 51/hr plus benifits

Our first years start at 19/hr and get a raise every 6 months till they reach full scale

And the Chicago Women In Trades community is an incredible support system that I'm happy to connect people to

At the end of the day, I love the work I do. I love the physicality. I love the artistry of my trade. I love being able to actually see the results of my labor.

And the money. Love that weekly paycheck

#yo hey shea #tradeswomen #chicago women in trades #construction worker #chicago #building trades #sheet metal worker #lol I dont think tumblr is going to be a strong recruitment tool #but Ive been seeing a lot of trades posts from the butches I follow lately #and i have a surprising ammount of Chicago followers #so who knows #if you were looking for a sign #this ones for you

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nathandrakeisabottom · 5 months

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Yesss please sam drake food/eating hcs?? Fave meals, hated meals, etc

It is with great joy and great belatedness that I post my first Uncharted piece in ages. Thank you for the lovely ask, anon. :)

⋆ Sam Drake - Eating Headcanons ⋆

Two words: scarcity mindset.

After running away from Saint Frances’s, to claim money was tight is to be telling some humorous bit, Money was borderline non-existent. And as such, came what the Drake boys do best: theft.

Liquor stores were their easiest, and most consistent source. Sam still takes great pride in telling his many stories revolving around ‘cashier meet-cutes’ disguising their proudest heist to date: a 12-year-old Nathan smuggling canned goods under a moth-holed hoodie.

Because of this, gas station snacks: twinkies, Lays chips, slurpees, etc. all tend to give him this simultaneous sense of nostalgia and nausea. Like when you’re eating eggs and all of a sudden, your body gags on the next bite.

But on an especially shitty day, expect him to be gobbling a Big Gulp and a half-frozen hot dog on the nearest street corner, with a half-smoked cigarette still sunken between his lips. It’s the way he wallows.

Secretly wants you to tell him how bad that shit is for him so he has an excuse to snottily spat back “who the ‘ell cares?”. He finds pride in not caring about anything. (He cares about everything.)

Getting fast food at the drive-thru? Man waves you off a total of three times claiming he doesn’t want nothing before proceeding to eat half of your McNuggets without asking. He loves BBQ sauce and needs Tabasco on everything like it’s his will to live.

Big fan of spicy, sour, and tart, anything that makes your mouth pucker. Pretzels, salt and vinegar chips, cottage cheese, pickles, pineapple (😉). “What can I say? I admire a fruit that fights back!” — he snorts before taking a raw bite of a lemon, just to squirm you out.

Maybe a bit of the masochist in him.

When he and Nate were able to get proper gigs (12-year-old Nathan: illegally, of course), they were able to progress to the simplest of grocery outlet options. Eggs, instant ramen packets, canned vegetables that were 9 out of 10 times eaten raw out of the can with a fork, and more nothing-but-toast-for-dinner than they’d want to admit).

Sam and Nate spent most of their childhood eating their dad’s scrambled eggs and microwaved peas. When their mom passed, and dad released them to the state, Sam decided he’d only ever eat over-easy again.

Nate still chooses scrambled. He asks for cheese and green onions to split the difference, but always ends up only eating half of it before the memories come too strong and he has to push his plate away.

QUICK eater. MESSY eater. And I mean quick and messy.

Will use as minimal cutlery as possible, and if disposable, even better.

A scooper. Tends to be a chronic careless spiller with how frequently he tries to funnel all the last crumbs into his mouth, how quickly he chugs even a glass of water. (Most shirts of his are stained as a result.)

Tends to wait till the last possible moment to eat or drink anything. Breakfast basically doesn’t exist to him.

Spills more beverage down his chin and shirt than his mouth (but a wet t-shirt certainly isn’t the worst thing to happen. Especially not to Samuel Drake. ;)

Pizza order: Meat Lover’s with extra sausage. Maybe some green bell peppers when he finally compromises with Nate during movie night.

Never, ever orders (well, non-alcoholic) drinks when eating out. And only water when he finally lets himself cave. Otherwise, he’s stealing sips from the nearest patron’s Jarrito bottle (his favorite is Tamarind).

Doesn’t bother cleaning up his fruit peels or peanut shells, even around others. That shit’s going on the floor without a second look.

Surprisingly, a king and natural on the BBQ. Despite having so little in their childhood, Sam still tried to go hard on the holidays for Nathan’s sake. Fourth of July is still Nate’s favorite holiday exclusively because of Sam’s public park-smoked ribs and the long, bumpy motorcycle ride up the highest hill in whatever city they were currently loitering in, just to see the fireworks.

A dive bar master. Nate always orders whatever grease-covered appetizer they got in the back. Sam purposely keeps his stomach empty so there’s more room for whiskey. (Since nobody asked, incredible at pool, and will offer any woman in a twenty foot circumference a lesson. Cue the leaning chest over back, cue stick fantasy.)

A love language that was a total surprise to him is his partner cooking/baking something just for him, especially if it’s from scratch. Gets that rare, soft look in his eyes as he watches them carefully place each steaming plate onto the table. And trust, he’s not looking at the food when it happens.

Loves his partner in an apron. Like… loves his partner in an apron.

Make him food, and as soon as it’s eaten, he’s eating you after. ;)

When he finally settles down post-Madagascar, it’s a fucking struggle to get him to go grocery shopping at all for the first few months.

Self-punishment, maybe.

Nathan buys them himself instead and leaves them on the porch of Sam’s trailer park home when he’s too depressed to answer the door.

Basically has to be forced to eat actual meat and vegetables. For the first few months, he reverts and eats only familiar prison food. The same single pot of chili/beans for a whole week, half portions only for each meal. Uncooked canned carrots. Microwave popcorn when Nathan calls him asking if he’s eaten, and when Sam lies, it sounds more believable with the microwave droning in the background.

However, when he finally starts to pick himself back up, when he gets his first day job since prison, finally lets Nate buy him a used truck to get around, his first solo call from Sully, that’s when he finally starts to eat.

And when he finally feels like himself again, when he finally lets himself want to live again, the first hobby that Sam Drake takes up is cooking.

#uncharted #sam drake #sam drake x reader #uncharted 4 #uncharted 4: a thief's end #shea is back babyyyy (at least a little bit)#life's been real hard and i think i need to go back to uncharted and writing a bit to save my soul #also i love this man and wanna see him well #don't we all???#also biggest hugs and heart eyes to the anon who decided to stick around this dead blog #thank you <3

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coffee-at-annies · 25 days

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God I’m old. I’ve started describing players by the ppl who used to wear their number

#bunting is Dumo and Harkins is Frieds and st Ives is Olli #is Shea matheson?#I forget who was 5 #actually bemstrom is friends my bad #anne watches hockey #pens lb #anne attends a game

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sunshineandrosesnoraincamemyway · 27 days

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I went to the coffee shop in town and accidentally ended up with what would definitely be Leila and Rigel's orders, and now I'm imagining a scene where she tries to convince him to have an iced drink coffee and he gets an iced London Fog instead.

#Magiford #Leila #Rigel #Also the batista who got fussed at for leaving the kids off the sharpies gave SUCH Landon vibes #Km Shea

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riessene · 2 years

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im laugh crying they are SO TINY!!!! @virtues-end

shea: me and my 12 year old son would like to rent a room with a discount

sennan: papá >:^(

#virtues end #virtue's end #shea clane #helvling #sennan #my art #sennan is not even much younger than him technically #i hc they were about 29 when they got bound #they just got that boyish charm #...and i guess would continue to have it well into their life...#also a bit of a test of what outfit to draw shea in #adding gray hair into his braid: dilf dilf dilf #sennan's hair is also heavily grayed #they got that wold pelt kind of look #sjdksj they also have the same hairstyle bc it was probably shea who braided their hair and then they just kept it that way #also dani i love love love sheas little gay earring #any story about it?;)

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lesbiancolumbo · 1 year

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What kind of man are you, Mister Mason? A piss-poor one, if I were to be honest. I've been a drunkard, a liar, and a thief. I can match that, Mr. Hicks.

Perry Mason: Chapter Seven (2020), dir. Timothy Van Patten

#Perry Mason #Perry Mason HBO #Matthew Rhys #Shea Whigham #Tatiana Maslaney #Chris Chalk #Juliet Rylance #Justin Kirk #BIG sister alice episode this one. and honestly it's good. tat is great here.#also want to shout out lili taylor as her mom who is also outstanding #*mine

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vectorworm · 6 months

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God damn The Lighthouse (2019) is really fucking good.

#i say this as a person whos not into pirates or shea shanties or any of that stuff #just a really good film about lighthouse keepers in the 18somethings going mad #movie night :-)#the lighthouse

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tnbc-thoughtsandheadcanons · 10 months

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So, just to share a summary of the TNBC news we've gotten from San Diego Comic Con this year:

-There will be more Nightmare Before Christmas comics and graphic novels releasing in 2024, published via Dynamite Entertainment.

- ^ Torunn Grønbekk will be writing the first project.

- ^^ No further information about the titles was released at their panel, but further details were said to be "released soon."

-Megan Shepherd, the author of the recently-released TNBC Novelization, has announced that she will be writing a sequel to Shea Ernshaw's Long Live the Pumpkin Queen.

- ^ There is no synopsis, cover, or any further information released about the "original series" yet, except it will be out in 2024 via Disney Publishing.

#the nightmare before christmas #nightmare before christmas #shea ernshaw #tnbc #tim burton #disney #henry selick #long live the pumpkin queen #lltpq #megan shepherd #sdcc 2023 #san diego comic con #comic con #dynamite comics #dynamite entertainment #torunn grønbekk #to anyone who missed it!

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gromlyn · 22 days

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pros of being a bastard: getting to be gay

#I wanted to draw something tender and this happened #shea and aerin are actually au versions of ocs I’ve had for like 10 years #I’ve had an asoiaf au off and on for them since I first read the books in 2015 but this current version is the most developed #no matter what they always end up together. I made them at a time when I needed to believe in happy endings and I’ll stick by that #ik twoiaf is fucked up and dark but it was MY escapist fantasy as a teen and I cannot change that only embrace it #I could ramble about these two for hours #they r my specialest little guys #queerness in the au is a little different than canon #bc there’s been more targaryens there’ve been targs who’ve been gay + played with gender more openly #and got away with it by being targaryens/having dragons #so for the targs/anyone of valyrian descent being queer is kind of seen as like. ok. whatever #especially for people like aerin who’s a bastard so if anything him being queer is a bonus #asoiaf au #asoiaf oc #shea reed #aerin storm #my art #digital art #illustration #procreate #artists on tumblr

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nathandrakeisabottom · 9 months

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HELP: WRITER SEEKS WILL TO WRITE!

Real, and very important question, friends:

do i finally give us my huge oc megafic I've been working on the past two years because the fandom is so 'nate x elena'-drunk that the thought of even trying to write something different that challenges that makes me feel like a terrible fan?? That trying to write something that offers a different take sounds pointless and a recipe for hate comments from a community I want to impress and love and be apart of??

that other fans have hammered home so desperately 'these two can only be together!!' that it feels wrong and almost like... a disservice to this thing I love so dearly to imagine that nate could be attracted to a different, unconventional type of person?? like i'm loving my favorite game and my favorite character... wrong?

the incessant and sheer level of 'elena is the woman who you wife up, chloe is the woman for a short fling.' comments I've experienced while in this fandom have ruined my self-esteem the past few years and made me completely reconsider what my 'role' even is as a woman. because what if you're not EITHER of those types of woman? is there even a place? why the hell are people one thing and one thing alone? when the hell did humanity decide only one type of person should get to experience the full range of love? what the fuck?!

this thing i love dearly has made me feel sub-human, and this work i've been writing was an answer to that. a what-if. what if nobody and nothing was the way it seemed? what if the unexpected and unconventional was possible and even better than the things we've been told for forever to be? what if they all (and i mean ALL) deserved love anyway? what if a woman is neither The Wife (tm) OR The Sensual Fling (tm) (also fuck all the way off Chloe is a deeper, most human, more interesting character than half those folks), and is instead the best friend who draws cartoon dicks on your shoulder in sharpie and is a solid six? is she deserving of love, too? is she deserving of maybe being a wife someday, too? especially if it's to someone like nathan drake?

okay clearly i lied and there are in fact a lot of rhetorical questions in this long post i didnt mean to make so long but point still stands:

do i keep trying to write this story i love when every time i try to write it it makes me feel terrible about myself and the validity of my love for this game?

#uncharted #nathan drake #shea speaks #fanfiction #f/o #oc x canon #canon x self insert #uncharted fanfiction #uncharted 4: a thief's end #maybe i should just give up uncharted altogether #is the bear any good?#anyone wanna recommend a piece of media that leaves room for the weirdos?#because man the idea of a wanting person with a hard life's only happy ending is to be fixed by someone else made me REEEAL sad yall #justice 4 sam #justice 4 the folks who dont want marriage or kids and just want to be weird and experience life with their hot bestie #long post #please show up in the tags i need the maybe two or three people who might not throw rocks at me to see this #PLEEK

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