LIES, LIES, LIES

indie deacon from fallout 4. under construction. written by percy.

[deathbcnnies-blog]

lastofthepast:

    She wiggled her foot carefully, trying not to react to the pain. “Well, I do happen to block you out half the time…” Laura smirked lightly and decided to risk putting some weight on the ankle again. “I’ll be fine. Back to normal in no time- just, y’know, maybe with more limp.” 

          ‘ i KNEW it.  all this time, you’ve been bullshitting me. ’ he faked a sniff and a watery smile: ‘ i trained you well. ’  even as he joked, however, he watched to be sure that she wasn’t about to fall down again.  ‘ limps make running from raiders hard, y’know. sure you don’t want to head back to hq? ’

[scorpiofactsdaily]

Nobody can betray your trust if you never trusted them in the first place

[obdurare-archive-blog]

              i’m still rubbing my eyes looking at that number wondering how so many of you managed to get so very lost to end up here.  it’s a little overwhelming that so many of you would put up with my absolute trash and i’m kinda flabbergasted, tbh, so with this giant (for me) milestone, it’s time to show a little appreciation back.  so here’s this combo follow forever / giveaway in which one lucky person stands to score some loot.

g i v e a w a y

one lucky person stands to score two (2) funko pops when the drawing is over.  the loot is:  one (1) hector barbossa pop (because it’s me, come on, and he’s super cute), and one (1) pop of their choosing, to be determined after the winner is announced.  the rules are as follows: && must be following me &&  wrt that, don’t follow for the giveaway and unfollow after; it’s rude. &&  i can ship anywhere in the world, it’s cool. &&  be 18+ (for my own comfort in shipping to folks). &&  be willing to give me your address so i can ship them. &&  likes and reblogs of this post count. this will end october 10, 2017, so you have a full month to get your reblogs/likes in.

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[plantmister-blog]

healingsuggestions:

you can redefine yourself every day, every hour, every minute, with every breath. you are not defined by your past. you are allowed to be whoever you want to be in this moment.

[deathbcnnies-blog]

rcsus:

            “WE’LL NEED to find you a doctor- Maybe a settlement will take us in for a bit, till we get back on our feet!” More optimism, she was ALWAYS optimistic. Even if all light was snuffed out, she’d’ manage to keep something alight. It was a personal skill she relished in. 

The feeling of his hand against hers raised her spirits slightly, the familiar warmth comforting. A cold hand would slowly intertwine itself with his own, a soft squeeze following. 

              “I don’t think ANYONE could really expect this- You haven’t any reason to harbor guilt for it.” More fluttery words, anything to ease the hardness against his heart.. “Chin up- This gives us a chance to start fresh, to BEGIN AGAIN.”

          he wants to believe in her words, wants to hope that there is some settlement that the ‘claws haven’t reached — whoever REMAINS of them after his slaughter.  ‘ i just need a stimpack.  we’ve gotta save caps, ’  he reminds her, not unkindly.  ‘ even if we could stay, the crop’s ruined. ’

part of him wants to beg for her embrace, to lay his head on her shoulder and just stay there until the adrenaline fades and he can ignore the blood on his clothes.

            but he feels unworthy, and so he contents himself with her hand as his comfort.   ‘ i almost LOST you. ’  his voice is hoarse, the pain clear.  ‘ they would’ve killed you, and it would have been my fault. ’

[deathbcnnies-blog]

desdemcnd:

@deathbcnnies //and happy birthday, sweetie

“Deacon!” Dez calls to her second with a somewhat rare smile, “Come here a moment.”

There’s a cake sitting on the table she now stands by along with other various snacks and some Nuka Cola (also some alcoholic beverages, for those who partook in them).

It was customary for the Railroad to celebrate birthdays, but Deacon had been always been quite secretive about, well, everything. Still, he’d let this one slip out one day.

Perhaps he’d though Dez had forgotten, but she never forgot these things.

he’s going to KILL his partner.  no, really, he is.

charmer, with all of her bright smiles and easy banter, had squirreled this one truth out of him a few weeks back, and it looks like she wasn’t the only one at hq who heard him divulge it.  he hasn’t celebrated his birthday since...

well.  since before barbara.  since he was still with his parents.  he can’t even remember how old he is; forty ?  fifty ? somewhere between ?  it hasn’t mattered to him since he ditched his parent’s farm for the bright lights of new reno.

‘ dez, what’s all this ? ’  he plays dumb for the moment, his posture relaxed, but behind his mirrored lenses, bright blue eyes are taking in every inch of the scene before him.

[pedipalpi]

it fucking sucks

[deathbcnnies-blog]

bluciisms replied to your post:         I AM AN ADULT !!!!!!

Birthday cake at HQ?

oh hell yes.

[deathbcnnies-blog]

thebxckup replied to your post:         I AM AN ADULT !!!!!!

It’s not all it’s cracked up to be friend

thebxckup replied to your post:         I AM AN ADULT !!!!!!

But happy birthday never the less

thanks! i’m... definitely not ready to go full adult lmao

[deathbcnnies-blog]

lastofthepast replied to your post:         I AM AN ADULT !!!!!!

Happy birth!

thank you !

[deathbcnnies-blog]

        I AM AN ADULT !!!!!!

[timoratuus-blog]

joshua is a living BIBLE of all mankind’s miseries of war !  the debt he has levied through his actions, he repays EVERY DAY !   he is a monument both to god’s unending FORGIVENESS and to humanity’s unfathomable capacity for CRUELTY.  it’s written on every INCH of his body !  when you LOOK at him, do you only see a MAN OF GOD ?  Beneath those bandages, he is BURNED FLESH. as he burns, so does he consume EVERYONE around him. joshua wants to fight because the white legs have stoked the naked flame inside of him. you, YOU see the LIGHT, but do not yet feel the HEAT. i can pray that you never WILL, but it isn’t up to ME and it isn’t up to GOD  ——

IT’S UP TO JOSHUA.

[deathbcnnies-blog]

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[deathbcnnies-blog]

GUYS I FOUND BENNY

[kingsought-blog]

he couldn’t stand it, all of this inside him. in the end, he was NOBODY to adam, he was NOBODY to ronan. adam spit his words back at him and ronan squandered however many second chances he gave him. gansey was just a guy with a lot of stuff and a hole inside him that chewed away more of his heart every YEAR. they were always walking away from him. 

but he never seemed able to walk away from THEM.

[deathbcnnies-blog]

okAY IM GOIN TO BED FOR REAL

[cymothoa-exigua-deactivated2018]

(´･ω･`) sowwy you got twisted up in this scene… fwom whewe youwe kneewing it must seem wike an 18-cawat wun of bad wuck..

( •̀ω•́ ) twufe is…the game was wigged fwom the stawt

[vaultvintage]

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