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If you can’t find a place on your blog for Patrick Stewart in a bathtub dressed like a lobster, then your blog probably doesn’t deserve such majesty anyway.
It has returned to my dash and I cannot fight the compulsion to reblog…
the patrick lobster appears only once in a thousand years, reblog for good luck
bless this post
If those “Engineers” you called.. created the human race, why would they want to wipe us out?
That is an excellent question, and one I've asked myself over and over again. The only thing I can think is that we... disappointed them, somehow. We didn't measure up to their expectations. God flooded the world to rid it of sin. Similarly, we must have failed in our purpose.
//Sorry about taking forever to answer this! Thank you so much for the ask!
(X)
•Elizabeth is a scientist in a vault, David is a program in the vault mainframe and pipboy who likes to assist Elizabeth in her scientific endeavors
•Something happens that requires them to go into stasis
•David monitors the inhabitants of the vault during their 200 year sleep
•When Elizabeth wakes, she is the only one who survived because David had to pick off everyone else one by one to reserve enough energy to keep her alive and you know he wasn't going to pick anyone else to save
•Elizabeth takes him with in her pipboy unit as she wanders the wasteland
•They eventually go to The Commonwealth and upload David's program to a synth so that he has a physical body
•Sexy time ensues
•David chooses a blond haired male body to keep in line with the pre-war ads for the vaults- he IS the Vault Boy
Burst blogging is my preferred method. Reblog a thousand things in a minute and leave. Its like the opposite if queue-ing
trying to play hard to get while being hard to want
David from Prometheus as requested by strange-life-strange-world. I hope I did ok.
“Want? Not a concept I’m familiar with.”
None of y'all have fight or flight responses. Y'all see a monster and your only response is to
Person: You can’t love fictional characters. They don’t exi..
Me:
18. roland hood → “Merry men come in all sizes.”
me: *pulling petals off flower* he loves me. he loves me not. he loves m-
flower: he’s cheating on you susan
Proof that miracles do happen
#you yelled at merrill didn’t you
“Beware the wolf always, but trust the witch and the sugar-crash, the star-lore and wind that shadows your cheeks with your lashes, let the night swallow you whole again.”
— Traci Brimhall, from “If That Mockingbird Don’t Sing,” published in Oxford American (via usedtoweavecrowns)
I always thought the antaam saar looked a little bondage-y. Inquisitor credit: @ag9993 on Twitter.
