#yuhhhhhhhhhhh

[living-like-larrrry2]

MAAAAAXXXXXXXXX, P2!! Pushing that shit car and shit ass wing and not pitting to gain position. 🧑‍🍳😘

[alicelover28]

A LIL HAUL I BOUGHT AT MY LOCAL KINOKUNIYA💘:3

I thank my BFF FOR BUYING ME THE OBEY KE ART BOOK THAT WAS EXPENSIVE

[fruiteesnak]

doodle i will probably never finish 

[absentpublic]

VERSE 008. FALLOUT.

designation a4-37. a third-generation synthetic from the commonwealth's feared institute. from her creation, something was not to the liking of the presiding scientists. she was too meek, too scared of doing something wrong for even the simple housekeeping jobs they'd assign her. a full personality wipe was planned -- a death, of sorts. but one scientists, a doctor meredith cartwright, requested something different. a new way to go about things: give her access to the synth's programming. perhaps she can sniff out the bug in the code. optimize the thing's personality, eliminate the facsimile of free will that runs rampant in these robots. it was, of course, trial & error. dr. cartwright was cold, impersonal, going into a4's code & fussing with different inputs. of course, a4 wasn't aware this was happening. she was under the impression she'd been reassigned to perform as the doctor's assistant. & she was, in a way.

dr. cartwright's speciality was programming, yes. for standard, old-world computers. synth programming is a far more delicate operation; even just one less-than-perfect line can render a synth useless, or nearly broken, or deeply troubled. it was a long, repetitive process: alter. failure. memory wipe. again. the process took years, chipping at the synth's functionality & the doctor's patience. by the time she declared the situation useless, a4-37's memory banks were damaged -- she remembers most things, but only vaguely -- & her illusion of life processes were stilted. usually the synth feigned breathing & blinking, but stretches of time would pass without her doing so. speech patterns degraded into a stammer & talking in circles. her code was, upon dr. cartwright discarding the project, beyond quick repair. she was intended to be put down. a broken little robot, looked on with equal parts disappointment & pity by other synths & the more organic denizens of the institute. but such an undignified end never came.

while the details of her escape are thread/dynamic dependent, even if she got out with the help of the railroad, a4 -- now going by annette, a name she saw on an old pre-war movie poster when she first emerged topside -- was never subject to a memory wipe due to her flawed code. were dr. amari to attempt the procedure, annette would become non-functional. though annette's memories of her time below ground are, as is to be expected, fuzzy at best, she remembers the disdain had for her by the scientists. the words defective, broken, useless. despite herself, the synth believes these things. despite what those around her say, she's yet to see herself as a person. she may be kind, charitable, smarter than she thinks, & anything else, but never a person. never enough. that much she can always remember.

[barneyspurplebussy]

TOUCHDOWNNNNNNNNNN HURTS

[travisdermotts]

MILLERRRRRRRRRRR

[travisdermotts]

ERNIE CLEMENT GOLD GLOVE FINALIST?!?!??!?

[aquablues-archive]

it’s not valentine’s day it’s STAYC COMEBACK DAY