Gamer is as Gamer Does

Yes but

painterbaker:

DO YOU EVER JUST REMEMBER HOW MUCH YOU LOVE HARRY POTTER LIKE OUT OF NOWHERE THESE FEELINGS SWOOP IN AND PUNCH YOU IN THE HEART

Yes but, it no the tears at the end that stay with me, or the frustration of their teens… It makes me think of smiles, surprises and charming warmth.

(Source: dellycartwright, via older-and-far-away)

re: I want stories that start with salads by Older & Far Away

It all started with salad.

Dominic never cared for the turkey from the Olde Towne Café, it always came too late and tasted vaguely of vulcanized rubber.  The hamburger likewise was well below what he considered to be acceptable even on good days.  On bad days it bore a close resemblance to a prime cut, greasily grilled ground shoe leather.  The tuna fish was often passed on even by the least discriminating alley cat.

The Chicken?  Never ask about the chicken.  The merest thought of which could be used to induce all sorts of unpleasant gastric gyrations. 

So on Tuesday he ordered just a salad with some toast, thank you very much. 

It was delivered smartly and unless he was mistaken on a noticeably cleaner plate and looked altogether different from any other dish served him in this dismal café.  The greens were crisp and succulent, the tomatoes red, juicy and perfectly ripe and the cucumber sliced to the perfect thickness. Topped with a not easily identified crumbly sort of cheese it looked… appetizing.

After a handful of cautious bites it promptly sent him rushing for the restroom.

It took him a bit to compose himself.  It was as he was looking dubiously into his pallid reflection and straightening his tie that he noticed something altogether curious about his reflection.

It was fading, thinning… disappearing.