I know technically this is my fallout account since that's all I talk about. However I have been playing destiny 2 since it's launched and I have NEVER struggled so hard on a boss until this bastard. And I need everyone to see how horribly I've been struggling on this.
a printer error is an attempt from god to get you to kill yourself but you must be stronger and you must must must beat the printer to death with a large object like object
HE KEEPS DOING IT. I can't screenshot cause laptop is trash. I'm on the verge of tears each time it happens because he does it just outside my peripherals. Was playing till like 1 am last night trying so hard to be quiet.
So I'm playing new vegas for the first time (technically second) but I'm in freeside doing the door guard for the van graffs and I turn to look at simon...only to see Arcade making direct eye contact with Simon staring him down.
rewatching captain america brave new world for the first time since theaters and every few scenes i just have to stop and be like “this. this is a good movie whether people want to admit it or not.”
I need you all to see what my deranged doodles of mirage consist of every time i just try to sketch him. it always devolves into a pure chaos.
Like so sorry but after spending 80% of my childhood being sexually harassed (for being seen as a girl) and being sexually harassed (for being trans) and being plain ol' harassed (for being a freak) and being sexually harassed again (for being a freak), I just think you're being maliciously ignorant if you try to claim trans men... don't face misogyny? Or just, violence in general, or even violence specific to us.
This is no longer a debate for me, y'all are just... wrong. On purpose.
This took an hour to convert to a jpg file! Buttttttt here's the bad boy I randomly drew for my coworker out of boredom, so like goobers anyone!
"i would notice if you switched, so you must be faking"
bitch I can't even tell if i switched 80% of the time
nihilism is not punk. doomerism is not punk. quitting is not punk.
the stark reality is that if they announced there was 24 hours before a giant comet hit the earth, i would find reason to fight and advocate and celebrate in the ensuing chaos up to the final seconds.
punk is walking into every situation and punching it in the mouth regardless of how big it is or the dominion it holds over your existence.
punk is hope and growth and love and fury and anger and passion and spit in the face of hostile forces.
punk is community and mutual aid and soup kitchens and block parties and festivals and little libraries and clothes drop boxes.
punk is dancing on the deck of a sinking ship because hey you motherfuckers i didn’t hear the music stop.
punk is having the hope for something better on behalf of those who can’t see it right now.
punk is not dead. punk is not dead. punk is not dead. punk is not dead. punk is not dead. punk is not dead.
on september 15, 1967, spock and kirk gave birth to a beautiful baby girl named slash fanfiction