chefpyro:

Fallout: New Vegas (2010)

bitchdelorian:

ring a ding baby

cucksworth:

i’ve never drawn a j*shua gr*ham before

nukasoda:

me every playthrough of New Vegas refusing to kill the geckos and instead simply enjoying their cute little antics

together, wendy, we can live with the sadness. i’ll love you with all of the madness in my soul.

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grapeyguts:

I DON’T NEED ANOTHER FALLOUT OC HE SAID
I’M DONE HE SAID

Forsyth, a sniper lost in the Mojave with no fuckin’ idea who he is or where he’s going. Wandered down into Nevada from Bryce Canyon. Hates Raiders and aliens. Has moderate right frontal lobe trauma from being attacked by a Cazador. (It stabbed him right up the face into his eye socket, the poison destroying his eye and part of his cheekbone.) He struggles with bouts of spacial awareness disfunction which OBVIOUSLY STOPS HIM FROM SHOOTING TOO GOOD and has to scrape by biting other people’s ankles.

HE’S A GOOD BOY AT HEART BUT HE DON’T COME OFF THAT WAY

joederartist:

banjo man

AESTHETICS - A TANGLED THREAD SO DIVINE

“ what do you want us to be ? ” he asks.

what does she want ? more than she should; more than she thinks he’s willing to give her.  hope takes his hand, bringing it up to her lips and pressing a reverent kiss to his knuckles, the softest touch of her mouth against his bandages, and she confesses. 

 “ i want to be yours. ”