Stalker (1979)

David G. Benner

I was born in the exact right generation I love being an unmarried woman in my twenties with my own bank account and no children

This getting reblogged with “and my thirties” “and my forties” “and my fifties”

[GD: someone slam dunk-ing a basketball.]

jordan . It’s Michael jordan

FNV - Communist Malarkey

House has had enough of it! I think this was one of the first comics I finished when I started to get back into FNV. I don't usually handwrite text anymore, but I couldn't easily do it on my phone. I don't think my handwriting is great so it takes a few tries to look right imo.

Cassandra: the champion killed the Arishok in single combat? it just sounds so… romantic… actual duel:

ok I endured it. now what!!!!!!!!!

Baby Jason got adopted by Selina instead of Bruce. Grew up to become one hell of a fierce tiger. Selina is very proud <3

Bonus, this is Stray!Jason:

123 i want yuri

Who's your babygirl

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tfw you realize killing isn’t the answer and your cousin was lowk right

Hand in the cookie jar and all

Unexpected understanding

a writing competition i was going to participate in again this year has announced that they now allow AI generated content to be submitted

their reasoning being that "we couldn't ban it even if we wanted to, every writer already uses it anyway"

"Every writer"?

come on

Reblog if you're a writer who doesn't use AI.

FNV - Proper Caulk Usage

The Lucky 38 has seen better days. The boys have a gaff at House's expense for once. [Mr. House disliked that.]

I mean obviously I would fuck a monster but more than that I would bond emotionally with a monster over our shared sense of alienation and rejection from a hostile universe. together we would explore our deep-seated fear of being inherently unlovable, and reassure each other of our innate value as sentient beings deserving of love and kindness. i will hold them gently, and wipe the tears from their googly eyestalk-tentacles, and something will begin to heal

and then we fuck nasty, im not a saint

What still pisses me off abt fallout 4 is how, in simple text, it is a doomed narrative haunted by both your dead spouse and the child you're tearing the wasteland apart to find. You walk through the park you conceived Shawn in and find children's comic books he would have liked. You go to places you graduated, or were set to give a speech at. You scavenge from the store you probably bought your baby food from. Your home is literally torn asunder and unrecognizable but you recognize it. You pass houses you might have had friends at. Dealerships you might have gotten your car from. The robotics store you got Codsworth from, the only other person who knows what you mean and who you're talking about when you go "I used to take my partner here for dinner," "I had photos of Shawn in this child's swing," "This was the first road I drove on when I got my license."

Like. How fucking haunting. You're the ghost. You're not the one who survived. You died and came back, and to the ones who've grown up here, you're Wrong. You don't act like anyone they've met before. And they don't seem to notice all the things that are incorrect. Everything you are is Wrong. You're a puzzle piece removed and shoved back into it once it was chopped up and sewn back together, and you don't fit. But you're there. Your partner is not with you. They died when you didn't. And your baby, probably one of the last babies before the War, is somewhere out there.

And it's genuinely fucking haunting but the game just does not portray that feeling of wrongness and desperation.

Sometimes I walk through places that I absolutely adored and they just don't exist anymore and I feel crushed about it. I imagine it's that feeling but turned up to a 100 and combined with grief for the people that were there as well