The first foals of the season have been born
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The first foals of the season have been born
Dagonet (King Arthur, 2004) | You must not fear me.
One day I won’t matter to you any more One day I won’t matter any more
Ranata Suzuki, Proof that nothing has the same meaning without you (via wnq-writers)
when i was 4 my dad asked me what i wanted to be when i grow up and i replied ‘daddy i want to be a cheesecake’ it’s been 12 fucking years and no one has let me forget it
ill kiss u so hard man dont fuck w me
❀┇❛ @hxphaestus ❜
“I NEVER WANNA SEE another Deathclaw s’long as I live.” She has absolutely no idea how many stimpaks she’s been shot up with by the Liberty Lone Star’s current on duty medic to repair the great slashes to her skin & bundle of broken bones — it had certainly been far more than just the ONE, and she considers herself lucky to be alive. They’re entirely RUTHLESS, will toss a man around like a rag doll in a radstorm, always a nasty encounter to be certain, and the blonde throws a frown in her father’s direction. It had been the ELDER’S IDEA, after all. Maybe it’s good training, good preparation, gaining experience & KNOWLEDGE from the encounter, but she certainly wasn’t thinking that when she was watching blood spray & flesh tear. She feels SORE, legs ache, bones itch with a niggling fire in their sockets as she stretches her arms — winches a little. “You must’ve fought Deathclaws before.” Adele grumbles to her father, makes a grabbing gesture for his bottle of alcohol in hopes he’ll allow her to indulge a swig or two. “How long’s this gonna last? I feel like a supermutants gon’ stamped on me ‘bout a dozen hundred times.”
She might be less than impressed - and she really has every reason to be - but according to his face, he’s anything but. There’s a smile there splitting with pride, despite their sorry states (the big metal brace on his leg is temporary, at least, but there’s enough stitching and bandages wrapped around his torso, arms and other leg to make a dress with), and he hands over the bottle. She’s certainly earned it. Nothing makes a father proud like having your daughter unload bullets into an upgraded dinosaur as you dangle from its mouth by your leg and cheer her on.
“Used to be a good way to spend an evening.” he reminisces fondly “But uh, yeah, it’s gonna smart a while.” He broke his ass - a term far more accurate than you’d think - fighting a Deathclaw once, before she was born, and he still can’t sit some ways without it hurting. But regardless how the encounter ends, if it’s dead and you’re still breathing, it’s counted as a success. “You did pretty damn good though, even got all your fingers still. And I owe you a leg.”
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