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I'm not dead yet yet, surprisingly.

Is anyone still alive? Is there a point to anything?

It's my 10 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

#10 year tumblrversary #tumblr milestone

wiresdonttalk

“What you should be asking is whether I give a fuck.”

Canon-divergent Gaige the Mechromancer. Post-Borderlands 2.

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(Am I a bad person?)

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NGC 6357: Cathedral to Massive Stars

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Sometimes you gotta ask the big questions, and sometimes you gotta backhand ur time-skipping gf with a pillow to shut her up

Based on/Inspired by this text post

**Couche-toi : Lie down! (go to bed!)

***I’m a dummy and too lazy to fix the couches to couche in the comic

What does it actually take to hire an assassin around here?

averysgarage

askmaliwan:

Crystal was weak. The sound of the call barely registered in the haze of her mind… a fluid stream of barely coherent reality, dulled with alcohol that was far beyond the legal restrictions for serving. The painkillers mixed to create a nice distraction from the thought processes that invaded her head on a near constant basis now. The room around her was a wreak, things tossed seemingly at random, a few things broken. Glass crunched as she staggered over to activate her Echo. She didn’t bother checking to see who had called in. “…if this is corporate, then I sure as hell hope you’ve got a replacement lined up…” she said, her voice sounding more broken then anything in the room. “…or are you just calling to rub my face in it?”

Avery frowned. She had no idea what Crystal was talking about, but it didn’t sound good, and the way she said it sounded even worse. Avery had admittedly not been good about keeping up with people, but in all fairness, too many people had dropped her without explanation. She wasn’t proud of it, but it was easier to just worry about herself, since nearly all the people she’d worried about had died or vanished on her. It had been some time since she’d made contact with Crystal, long enough to be caught off guard by the sound of voice.

“’Re you drunk?” she asked, squinting at the device as if it would give her a clear answer.

“You don’t sound so good.”

askmaliwan

A hollow laugh from the other woman as she wiped her face. “...if I wasn’t drunk I wouldn’t be talking to you... you’re just a kid... you shouldn’t... shouldn’t be seeing me like this. You shouldn’t be HERE. This planet...”

It was hard to talk. Her throat was dry with grief. She had already broken her voice with her screams. The mixed cocktail was playing games with time, everything seemed so slow.

“...I’m not a good person, Avery. I try to hold onto things, I try to fix them, and in the end... I do more damage in the process. I... I don’t want you to get hurt. There are people who will never forgive me, and others... they’re dead. My partner... she’s gone. Maliwan... well. They never wanted me. Sent me here to get rid of me. Not to change anything. So what do you do, when there’s no second chance? When you can’t even say sorry? When you can’t even forgive yourself?”

A brief pause.

“...you have so much potential, Avery. I see that spark in you... don’t... don’t let them take it away. Promise me you’ll remember my good side, yeah? I just... just gotta wrap up a few more loose ends first...”

You can’t turn back time. You can’t fix the past. The ripples will travel forever.