@officialskeletonwar

Go home you stupid potato farmer

My mother from the other room

*getting ready for a pride parade* Don we now our gay apparel

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)

The Outsider: Here , buy yourself something nice

Corvo: This is $7

The Outsider: I said nice, not expensive

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…

Dear friends of Tumblr,

Today at my school we had an assembly about internet predators and when I had said that most of my true friends are over the internet and they gave me a lecture about how “I don’t know who I’m talking to” blah blah. So please, if you aren’t a predator in any way, please reblog so i can prove a point.

Oh no my sparkling green tea

Overheard in the school cafeteria

Eeeiiklz what would this even sound like

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

Shuffling his feet through rubble, the remainder of his aged and irradiated mind tried to piece together who he was. These ruins brought a word to the forefront but he couldn't quite place what it was, it's meaning lost to him but the feeling it elucidated flowed through his body and made him feel comfort. The radio crackled and he hardly flinched, his reaction time blown away with the bombs. The song playing through the speakers of the radio brought to mind a woman's face, one who he would have recognized if not for his feral state. A sudden tiredness fell over his shriveled form, and he laid down contendedly.

"Daisy

Daisy

Give me your answer, do

I'm half crazy

All for the love of you"

With his final thoughts, he had a moment of clarity and was able to discern the word that the place and song reminded him of

Home.

Day 4: Radio