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Was going through my back log of angst screenshots and poems and needed to share
Less talk about haters and more talk about who is putting Ghoulcy merch out there, because I’m combing Redbubble and Etsy and I need Mooooooore.
I'm never planning on finishing this but I think the concept is funny xD
Lucifer: This what our baby would look like!
Adam: Only one? Where’s the rest?
Look, as long as Dogmeat is relatively okay (I am not blind, I know my sweet little terror pup will get hurt, it’s par for course in “Fallout”) then no matter what happens in the show, I too will be relatively okay.
Just, please, protect my little radroach murderer. She deserves All Things Best.
"And as the King's mistress, will you be attending the Devil's Sacrament?"
"Ugh. I'll go, but it's probably going to be like a parent on Earth chaperoning at a school dance. So laaaaaame."
"If it is boredom you fear, we can grant you the honor of assisting the Master of Ceremony. As bearer of the Devil's offspring, your participation would be more than welcomed, and the Master of Ceremony would be delighted to have you assist with his work."
"What does he do?"
"He opens and closes the ceremony, recites the ceremonial toast, and delivers the ceremonial chalice to His Majesty's hands, from which he will sup. Once His Majesty has finished blessing the chalice's contents, the Master of Ceremony then delivers the chalice to the ritual circle, where it shall feed the Infernal Flame at its center."
"...that's it?"
"Well...yes? It has been tradition since the First Sacrament--."
"Sounds boring."
"I beg your pardon?"
"The Sacrament is supposed to be a big party to stir up more support and renew faith in the King of Hell, right?"
"Ah...yes?"
"Then can I make some little suggestions?"
"...I do not understand this swell of trepidation within my chest, but as the King's Mistress, you are deserving of my attention, lest I desire to be speared by His Majesty's ire."
"Wow. That's fucking dark, dude. But, whatever. Okay. Here's my ideas..."
“Peppers said I’d be meeting the Master of Ceremony today.”
“KREPPER wasn’t wrong. You ARE meeting the Master of Ceremony.”
“Then where IS he?”
“Right. Fucking. HERE.”
“…no fucking way.”
“Just so you know: I’m doing this against my will.”
“But Kreeper said the Master of Ceremony would be ‘delighted’ to have my help!”
“He. LIED.”
“Unholy shit.”
“I fucking hate this.”
“Does this mean I get to boss you around?”
“No, you get to COLLABORATE with me, as we 'revitalize’ an ancient infernal ceremony with your 'helpful suggestions’.”
“Aaaaand I’m being given administrative power, so you can’t say 'no’ to any of my ideas.”
“That is, unfortunately, regrettably, correct.”
“Mephistopheles, the First Man’s butt-monkey.”
“I hate you.”
“And as the King’s mistress, will you be attending the Devil’s Sacrament?”
“Ugh. I’ll go, but it’s probably going to be like a parent on Earth chaperoning at a school dance. So laaaaaame.”
“If it is boredom you fear, we can grant you the honor of assisting the Master of Ceremony. As bearer of the Devil’s offspring, your participation would be more than welcomed, and the Master of Ceremony would be delighted to have you assist with his work.”
“What does he do?”
“He opens and closes the ceremony, recites the ceremonial toast, and delivers the ceremonial chalice to His Majesty’s hands, from which he will sup. Once His Majesty has finished blessing the chalice’s contents, the Master of Ceremony then delivers the chalice to the ritual circle, where it shall feed the Infernal Flame at its center.”
“…that’s it?”
“Well…yes? It has been tradition since the First Sacrament–.”
“Sounds boring.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“The Sacrament is supposed to be a big party to stir up more support and renew faith in the King of Hell, right?”
“Ah…yes?”
“Then can I make some little suggestions?”
“…I do not understand this swell of trepidation within my chest, but as the King’s Mistress, you are deserving of my attention, lest I desire to be speared by His Majesty’s ire.”
“Wow. That’s fucking dark, dude. But, whatever. Okay. Here’s my ideas…”
I’m going back through my favorites on AO3 and making sure I give all the well deserved kudos (and some comments. I don’t know if comments are annoying or not so I use them sparingly), but some of my faves are really nasty and I vaguely worry someone might judge me until I recognize a user name and I’m like, “my sibling in arms, my comrade, my good time fellow. Could you be any cooler if you tried?”
It’s written mental exploration of themes and ideas and motifs and even in a dark fanfic that has put so many dead doves into a paper bag, there’s something thought-provoking about it. It’s also pretty damn intimate, where an author is putting out their writing for others to read. There’s something special in that.
I love his wrinkly face, I hate his stupid hat
Bet that hat would look plenty good on Lucy while she shows him what a quick learner she can be at riding stallions.
I'm not like Mad at anyone who does this and I'm obviously not in charge of how anyone else tags shit on their own blogs, whatever, but it's always bummed me out when my sex Ed posts get reblogged and tagged with 18+, minors dni, etc. personally I actually very much want teenagers to learn about their bodies and safer sex but I guess I'm just the guy who wrote the thing.
by and large I am not an angry man but once I watched a fellow sex educator present to a room full of college students and, upon being gently challenged by one of the students who objected to them describing sex as something that happens between adults, said with very palpable disdain "I don't want to talk about kids fucking." and I was so angry about it that I made myself nauseous.
not just teens, either. every couple years I give up my Sundays for a few months to teach sex ed to 4th-6th graders, unpaid. and I don't do it because it's always fun or easy or great for my health, I do it because those are human people with changing bodies and feelings who deserve to have someone who gives a shit take the time to talk honestly with them so that they might make less painful mistakes later.
ah, this has gotten notes. now we begin a game of Is Someone Going To Call Me A Pedophile For This.
and the ironic thing is that teaching comprehensive sex ed as young as possible (to an age appropriate extent of course) is like literally the best way to keep kids safe bc it allows them to know if what’s happening to them is wrong. especially since the most likely abuser is a parent. who’s obviously not going to teach them that they deserve bodily autonomy. it sounds icky but teaching kids about sex is what lets them know if they’re being raped, and unfortunately a scarily high amount of kids are preyed upon.
Not even just teaching them if they're being raped either. It's also important because it shows them things like the fact the things about their bodies are natural.
It's natural, you're not disgusting for it, and there's nothing wrong with you for it.
There's so much shame surrounding very normal things happening to growing bodies. At least here in the USA, masturbation for example is heavily shamed. Education about people's bodies is highly lacking and kids need to know about their own bodies.
It's also important because kids are going to have sex. As much as you feel they should wait, there will always be kids who are having sex. They should have access to the knowledge and resources to have sex as safely as possible. Lack of sex education does not reduce how many young people are having sex, it just reduces how many young people are having safer sex.
@taradiddled its nowhere near finished yet but this is the edit I started on last week lmao, so when you said GIMH by Dorothy for them I laughed because of course; we're a hivemind.
Not tagging properly cause its not finished yet, but I've been listening to Dorothy for years so I'm happy the community is potentially discovering her through these two <33
It’s just the PERFECT song for them! Especially after the last episode.
She is SUCH an amazing singer, and she can totally swing the western tone, like she did in that remix for “Tombstone Town”.
This is for @happy-little-vegemite
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“Kid’s got a grip on ‘im,” Cooper grunted as Charlie squeezed his father’s finger (Cooper’s favorite finger, too). Baby wasn’t even two months old and already he was a strong little guy. Cooper suspected the ghoul in the infant’s blood had a role to play, but he kept quiet on that for the sake of Lucy’s sanity.
She probably thought it anyways. As if it hadn’t been something they’d considered while Charles Alexander Howard was still cooking in Lucy’s womb.
It was all still up in the air, honestly. What mattered being the boy’s well-being, and save for an appetite unlike that which Cooper had seen from Janey when she was a sprog, Charlie seemed like any other baby.
The boy’s mother, beautiful with her messy hair and tired eyes, holding her baby in her arms, smiled warmly. “I guess you better be careful that he doesn’t try and take your finger from you.”
“I’m afraid yer right ‘bout that, darlin’,” Cooper drawled, eyes glued to his son’s delicate features. “Both his mama an’ daddy are already guilty of that crime.”
Screaming crying hyperventilating
This is the best fucking gift ever 😭😭😭😭😭😭
And because it was stuck in my head.
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“You, ma'am,” Cooper drawled, dragging his thumb along Lucy’s cheek. “Are ice cream an’ apple pie…” the tip of his wrinkled finger brushed along the skin of Lucy’s bottom lip, just the way Lucy liked since Cooper first did it what seems like eons ago.
Pretty filly she be, the woman followed after Cooper’s touch, chasing that heat the same way a moth chased light. But when she pressed against him, for all that Cooper had once burned her, Lucy drug her hands into the fabric of Cooper’s duster, reeling him in closer until their lips were barely apart.
Perhaps that sweet taste of apple would’ve landed on Cooper’s lips – that heady, knee-knocking effect Lucy’s kisses could have on Cooper now that he partook of this intimate exchange Lucy had been craving for so long. However, a cry pierced the bubble of intimacy, as both ghoul and former vault-dweller were brought back to their reality.
A little baby boy coming awake in his makeshift bed of blankets and rope that made up his primary mode of transport when worn upon either of his parents’ backs across the Wastelands. And though his parents’ intimacy was hard won, well deserved, and LONG overdue since they were able to steal some heat skin contact a week prior, both Lucy and Cooper put it aside to address their child.
Lying beside the carrier, Dogmeat, loyal companion, whined at the loud piercing sound of the baby’s cries, and raised her haunches to stick her head over into the carrier, nosing at the baby’s soft, oaken brown-haired head.
Lucy was quick to pull little baby Charlie into her arms, body already beginning that rocking sway that Cooper had taught her only hours after she’d birthed their son into the Wastelands.
“Really cuttin’ into Daddy and Mama’s hanky-panky, son,” Cooper sighed with false dejection, brushing his thumb across the baby’s cheek.
Lucy swatted at Cooper’s arm with a flushed face.
