On This Day One Year Ago Someone Sewed A Fried Egg To A Tshirt

My dad said Bisexual doesn’t exist. People just are “experimenting”.

Reblog/like/comment if you bisexuality exists because it’s pissing me off and he says he’s not biphobic but that’s a type of biphobia…

I thoroughly believe that Thomas accidentally called Daud dad at some point, then the rest of the whalers immediately started calling him dad too to annoy him. (He'd never let them know that he actually loves it, they are basically his kids after all)

Idea: Fallout New Jersey, it's like a normal fallout game, but you slowly realize the apocalypse didn't happen and you're just in normal New Jersey

Oh no my sparkling green tea

Overheard in the school cafeteria

I just accidentally did a wheelie with a shopping cart

Happy Wednesday!

My sister just walked into my room, grunted “oil” and promptly collapsed on the floor

Dishonored, life is strange, life is strange before the storm, ratchet and clank, and kingdom hearts are my all time favorite games that I constantly replay

Everyone has that one video game they played 10+ times and could play it 10 times more because it’s that good and amazing and?words can’t explain

Is there anything in this pocket? Ohoho yes there is! *Deadpan* it's a whole can of red bull.

Me, tired

Heart Whispers: The Outsider

I wrote up a bunch of ideas for Whispers, if you could use the Heart on the Outsider.

• “The void has eyes as black as pitch, but his are as green as a sun-drenched lake. He doesn’t remember that.”

• “There was a name, once. Long since lost to him, but given away time and time again. He tells himself it doesn’t bother him. That is a lie.”

• “He wants to rest. He is so very tired.”

• “They died screaming, the ones that did this to him. He revelled in the power forced upon him. No longer.”

• (Low chaos) “He always hopes his Mark will not be misused, but he always expects it will be. You’ve brought him the closest thing to joy he’s felt in centuries.”

• (High chaos) “He thought you had such potential. Now you just exhaust him. Like all the others.”

• (Low chaos) “You impress him. You amuse him. Your actions have broken the monotony of eternity. He dreads the day when you will fade away… but even if it bores him, he hopes your ending will be a happy one.”

• (Low chaos) “He cares for you. He doesn’t recognize the feeling, but it is there.”

• (High chaos) “He looks forward to seeing the misery you spread returned to you tenfold.”

• “His human heart fills him with such emotion, but once it filters through the Void he can hardly feel it at all. Just out of reach. It is maddening.”

• “He cannot remember his name, or his mother, or the friends he may have had. But he remembers his father’s fist, the cultists knife on his throat, the ropes at his wrists. He does not remember his laugh, but he remembers his screams. How can that be fair?”

• “He is as tired as you are. Maybe more. He hopes you will both get to rest.”

• “Do not blame him. There were always choices, and Daud chose his path all on his own.”

• “The boy had struck a chord of familiarity. He gifted him his Mark, trying to help. It did not end the way he had hoped.”

• “She called him her black eyed groom. He allowed her delusions. His final favour to an old friend.”

• “The child had been so alone, so afraid. He tried to visit her dreams, to offer company and comfort. But his eyes frightened her.”

• (Corvo Low Chaos) “You are his favourite.”

• (Emily Low Chaos) “He sees so much of your father in you. That is the highest compliment he could possibly give.”

• “He is the Outsider. He sees all, holds power beyond imagination. And he is so, so tired.”

I've always hc'd that the illusive man had her wear it because "UnIfOrm" and the moment she left Cerberus she donned some actual armor

I do write but I never post because it's never good enough for me and I see a lot of posts saying like 'post it anyway! People will want to see it no matter what?' But that's the thing. I don't care about other people's opinions. I care about mine. My fics change and fluctuate each time I have an idea or think up a scenario so it never gets finished. So rather write a proper fic, I just write little drabbles I guess for myself to get it out and the idea will leave me alone. Since 2017 I've been working on this one fic. One fucking fic and its 2020 and my oc's name has changed 3 times. Their origin story has changed more times than I can count. But I'll tell you what never changes, ever in each rendition of this cursed fic.

Miranda Lawson hates the fucking catsuit and wears proper armor.

You're welcome, nonexistant Character who I have loved from the very beginning.

Okay bye