Me: Hon, I want you to take a look at this GIF of Dean, and tell me what you think he’s doing.
Husband: Because that’s not an alarming way to start a sentence.
Me: Ha ha. Just look at it, smart-ass.
Husband: Well, clearly, he’s hiding an erection.
Me: Are you sure?
Husband: What do you mean, am I sure? That’s like a neon sign flashing “BONER ALERT”.
Me: Well, I mean, could it be interpreted as anything else?
Husband: Only if someone had just threatened to kick him in the nuts.
Why thank you, greyface. I think he’s funny too, but not nearly as funny as he thinks he is. :)
If you’re interested, I’ve posted other conversations of ours under the tag “shit my husband says”.
“All the feels?”
“Except this one,” he adds, pinching my butt. “This one’s mine.”
I was re-watching some cutscenes from Uncharted 3 (for fic research, obviously), and I noticed that Young!Nate has a man’s watch hooked on his belt. It looks pretty high-quality, which makes me wonder why he hasn’t sold it for some probably much-needed coin. Why is it so important that he’ll keep it but not wear it? Did he steal it and decide he liked it? Did it belong to a family member? Why doesn’t he have it as an adult (I checked through many screenshots to verify that the wristband/watch thing he has is different)? SO MANY QUESTIONS.
And so now I will be mildly obsessed with this tiny detail. Because I am a huge nerd.
My first thought: It was his father’s.
My second thought: It wasn’t his father’s.
My third thought: Not only was the watch not his father’s, it didn’t even look like something his father once owned, or might’ve owned, or would’ve wanted to own. But Nate stole it anyway, because it looked like something he wished his father would’ve owned. It was the kind of object his ideal father would’ve kept on his wrist: someone rich, or smart, or sophisticated; someone who could give him the world; someone who always had the time (for him).
My fourth thought: Young!Nate’s watch is his first attempt to build a fantasy identity for himself, to use talismans to recreate himself in the image of who he wanted to be, rather than what he was handed. It’s, of course, the same thing he does with Francis Drake’s ring later on; he builds up this elaborate lie about his secret ancestry that was so much better than the rotten, broken bloodline he was originally given, a lie so elaborate he eventually begins to believe it. In the case of the watch, young!Nate wanted the worldly, sophisticated father he didn’t get lucky enough to have, so instead he invented him.
My fifth thought: It’s the same watch that shows up on Victor Sullivan’s wrist.
My sixth thought: ITS THE SAME WATCH THAT SHOWS UP ON VICTOR SULLIVAN’S WRIST.
YES IT FUCKING IS
Which is why I wrote a scene on this very subject— I’m trying to post it to AO3, we’ll see how that goes. My thought process on the subject was similar to yours, that it was his father’s, but of course it couldn’t be. I also gave some though to the idea that maybe he stole it because it did look like a watch his father owned, and I haven’t entirely ruled out that piece of headcanon. Nor have I ruled out your version of it, that it’s another piece of the story Nate tells himself about who he is and where he’s from.
And then he totally gives it to Sully and Sully’s still wearing it and dshfkshjsdf FEELS
(I think I may have to replay the whole trilogy once I finish with New Vegas. Just saying.)
All your posts on it over the past few weeks have put me in a serious Drake frame of mind. I couldn’t wait any longer. Now that I’m back in town, the hubs and I are replaying it tag-team style, right now, as I type.
In fact, this just in from his corner of the couch: “Fucking pirates. Always all up in my sunken cities. You’d think they’d learn by now.”
really like it when men push their sleeves up
or roll the sleeves of their button-ups to their elbows
i mean i really like it
This actually happened yesterday:
Husband: Hey hon, I just wanted to check in about…
Husband: *waves hand in front of my face*
Me: Huh? What?
Husband: What’s up with you?
Husband: No, what is it?
Me: Your forearms.
Husband: … Wait, you’re serious.
Me: They’re large.
Me: And hairy.
Me: *licks lips*
Husband: Be that as it may—
Me: No, really.
Me: If we’re gonna talk seriously about anything, I’m gonna need you to hold your arms behind your back.
Husband: You know, darling…
Husband: This is the same rationale behind the Taliban’s implementation of the burqas in Afghanistan.
Me: Shut up.
Husband: I’m just sayin’.
Me: Then stop having such hot forearms.
Me: No, I don’t mean that.
Husband: Don’t you objectify me.
Husband: I am a person.
Me: Says the pair of walking forearms.