“You will always be with me now, father, your memories, your drives. And when I need you, you'll be there on my shoulder whispering.” -Eleanor Lamb
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@therealroach141
“You will always be with me now, father, your memories, your drives. And when I need you, you'll be there on my shoulder whispering.” -Eleanor Lamb
Video + some of the drawings I liked the most 😍
Booker and Elizabeth Dewitt
If you know me, you know my favorite video game for since it came out as been Bioshock Infinite. Played it an INFINITE number of times that I can't even count anymore (once, sometimes twice a year), and it means so much to kid and now adult me.
Because of this, I've never actually finish fanart all these years because my expectations have always been too high, and I actually almost dropped this two months ago, but my friends this week told me I should absolutely finish it so 🗣.
Say it with me folks:
“Eat the rich” means 1%ers and billionaires
middle class is closer to poverty than being a multimillionaire
“The rich” does NOT include children of billionaires (come on we’re at least slightly better than the plagues of Egypt)
Upper middle class children SHOULD NOT feel guilt over having money
Being aware of privilege and using your privilege to help others IS NOT a guilt trip
Constantly feeling guilty helps no one
Billionaires, however, should feel guilty over hoarding wealth.
Upper middle class is NOT rich
Black Lives Matter
Trans rights are human rights
My uncle was one of the top surgeons in the country. He was upper middle class definitely. When he got cancer, his insurance didn’t cover all the treatments he would need and after 5 years he drained his savings on cancer treatments (while still working most of that time) and eventually died because he couldn’t afford the expensive treatments that might have saved him.
If you are upper middle class and you get sick, it will likely bankrupt your family. It’s fucked.
For all of the idiots in the notes ^
Honest to god - even if you make 6 figures a year? you're closer to poverty than true wealth. Check your shit and remember who your real allies and enemies are guys.
A 6 figure income is a lot right? That’s say: 223,000 dollars a year Which is 112 dollars an hour. Most people would consider that upper middle class. That’s enough money to have a nice house, go on fun vacations. That’s slight more than the average doctor makes.
223,000 dollars is what Jeff Bezo makes in a minute
the well-off and the rich are not the same.
There was a wonderful study done about 15 years ago I think, that shows that people cannot accurately identify their income bracket. Most people who own a home think they are upper middle class when in fact they are closer to the poverty line. Even people living well below poverty often identify as middle class. The wealth gap is even worse now. I wonder if anyone actually knows their financial standing.
Bertie Carvel as Baelor "Breakspear" Targaryen
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Husbandos.
When you try to talk about enshittification, it sounds like conspiracy theories. (I'm not crazy)
Amazon made their service worse, to force people to pay for Prime.
Nowadays, if you order from Amazon, there is a week long delay before your package is shipped. (on purpose)
I remember when orders would ship out the same day. (I remember - it was real)
YouTube didn't used to have ads. Now, ads play in the middle of videos. (it's worse than TV ever was)
The best can opener I have owned is over 40 years old. Modern ones just don't hold up as well. (The ones I bought new broke ages ago)
The bread machine my mom got for her wedding lasted 30 years. It's been replaced twice in the last 5 years. (How can you fuck this up?)
The cardboard tubes in the middle of toilet paper rolls have gotten larger. (This too?) Companies increasing the price of the product while selling you less. (REALLY?)
It sounds crazy. (it's the truth) When you talk about it, YOU sound crazy. (it's true)
Even when people believe you (do they really), all they can say is "it sucks". (it's too big) Because the problem is so big, so pervasive, what can we even DO about it???
To get the necessary laws written and passed, we need politicians, to get the politicians elected we need information campaigns, to fund campaigns we need money, and all the money is being hoarded by the people profiting from enshittification. (it sounds so fake)
So I talk about enshittification (it sounds crazy), so people don't forget that things have been made worse on purpose (it's true), even though I sound crazy. (maybe I am)
[Non-Roach Post]
Why are these Men not loved and adored more. Look at them.
Everyone say thank you black women
I don’t know who needs this or not (*cough cough* @therealroach141)but here’s some Roach x OC drabble:
Sherlock who is the big spoon, who has nightmares of too-tight chains, bruises and gashes littering her flesh from too many beatings and not enough time to heal, mumbling prayers and pleas for someone to either free her or kill her, whichever ended her suffering faster.
Sherlock who wakes up not bloody and in chains, but healed and laying in bed, her back pressed against her man’s.
Sherlock who reminds herself that the terrible things that happened to her were in the past, repeating it in her head like a mantra as she rolled over to face her man’s back.
Sherlock who could already feel her mind settling down as she wrapped her arms around the sleeping man beside her and tucking her nose into his shoulder.
Sherlock whose heart stuttered when the man she had wrapped herself around leaned into her embrace and rolled his head backwards onto her shoulder, allowing her to rest her head against his neck.
Sherlock who had to use every ounce of willpower not to cry when her man took her hand in his and brought it his lips, leaving them pressed together as he slept.
Sherlock who would remember pressing her lips to his shoulder before falling back asleep.
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Gary Sanderson who is the little spoon, who on really bad nights will dream of bleeding and dying on the forest floor, the last thing he feels before jerking awake being the freezing cold of the ground on his back and burn of the fire crawling towards him.
Gary who opens his eyes to the feeling of the cool night air kissing his face, and a pair of arms holding him close to a warm body behind him.
Gary who carefully rolls over onto his other side, not wanting to disturb the sleeping woman beside him, taking a moment to admire her beauty in the dark.
Gary who gently pushes his woman onto her back before laying himself between her legs, one hand snaking behind her shoulders to cradle her head and neck, while the other supports the arch of her back, and his face pressing as deep into her cleavage as physically possible.
Gary who closes his eyes and lets himself feel rather than see his woman’s cotton-clad legs press against either side of his waist and her hands tucking his head beneath her collarbone.
Gary whose heart was aching at the sound of her sleepily assuring, “You are safe, bug. You are loved.”
Gary who fought against his tears as he let himself go back to sleep, knowing his tiny woman would keep the rest of monsters away.
I did need this...sometimes I just need to be held and told its all okay
Hello please reblog this if you’re okay with people sending you random asks to get to know you better
happy halloween from roach anon!
he definitely is into dressing up and like a bit of role playing lmao
like milk man x 1950s housewife kinda thing
Roach is giddy as he does your hair. Fingers careful as he places each curl perfectly atop your head. Pausing every time you lean closer to the mirror to apply another swipe of bright red lipstick. He's already in full costume. Brown hair hidden below the white hat. He had been so excited he'd dressed up the moment he woke up. Eagerly cleaning the house and preparing for the roleplay. Finally patting you on your shoulders with a satisfied hum.
You did look beautiful. Like some old fashioned movie star. Roach mimed kissing your cheek, not wanting to actually touch you in case he messed up your pristine makeup.
"You ready baby?"
He was already heading for the door before you'd even finished your sentence. And you giggled as you followed him. Fluffing up your dress as he disappeared out the front door with the carton of milk you had bought just for this. You hadn't been able to find a bottle. Not that it really mattered.
Taking a deep breath you waited. Nearly jumping out of your skin at the knock. Opening the door with a flourish to find leaning, one arm up on the door frame. Hat tilted low. He dipped his head before looking up at you. Lips pursed in a way you could only call a smolder. It was near impossible not to burst out in delirious giggles. You knew he was taking it so seriously, but he looked ridiculous. But pushing past your grin you put on your best acting voice.
"Oh! Good morning mister milk man."
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The red of your lipstick smeared against the pillows as Gary pushed your head further into the bed. One hand tangled in your ruined hair do, the other gripping your hip. Keeping your pretty dress flipped up over your ass. His own costume half discarded, hat nearly falling off with the force of his thrusts. You could hear his quiet groans behind you. Breathy little gasps every time you clenched around him.
"Fuck... milk man... right there!"
The way his cock twitched inside you was heavenly. So turned on by you playing along. He leaned over you. Hat tipping off his head and falling on the bed next to you. You grinned into the pillows Arching your back against him with a pleased sigh.
"You gotta be quick. My husband could be back at any moment."
Gary tensed. He didn't even have the chance to rut deep. Instead spilling inside you mid thrust the moment you said those words. Burying his face into you shoulder as he whined.
"You like that, Roachy? Like thinking that you're fucking a married woman? Like thinking that we might get caught?"
He half nodded, half nuzzled between your shoulder blades. Slowly grinding his softening cock into you. Breath heavy against your back.
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i do not minmax i do not play competitively i do not optimize my build i do not grind i do not topscore i do not give a shit about leaderboards. i play to have fun and if im not having fun i go do something else