revelation 21:6

i am Alpha and Omega. the beginning... and the end. i will give unto him that is athirst of the fountain of the water of life, freely. indie james rp from fo3 about + theme under construction.

[fleshfed-deactivated20170125]

[ when james and char meet through john.. it'll be *kill bill sirens* ]

     “Bitch, please.”

[lifeinpoetry]

Can anyone deny that we are haunted? What is it that crouches under the myths we have made?

Jeanette Winterson, from Gut Symmetries (via lifeinpoetry)

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[chemm-addict]

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@askacourierandawanderer

​“I don’t mean to confuse you, but I may have time traveled. You see, you’re not really supposed to be… alive. You kinda die. But you go out heroically, I can’t give any mire details or I might rupture the space-time continuum. ”

 James can understand why the secrecy, already his mind buzzes with varying hypotheses of the strain this’ll put on his upcoming actions. No matter how careful one is, there’s the innate curiosity in each human that cannot be satiated, & though he knows it’s right to hold off questions ---- he wants to know. 

     “Why are you here, then?” He’s aware ... knows of the fate that befell him, originally, with Colonel Autumn before Project Purity was completed. It’s memories in a box he’d rather keep stowed away. 

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

What I feel for you—it beats words. It beats worlds. I promise.

Katherine Mansfield, from The Collected Letters (via violentwavesofemotion)

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👌👌👌  👀  👅💦💦 @ all of your art thougH

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A man with white hair and a Stealth Suit MK II suddenly appeared before James but facing away from him. "Apparently there are stiil kinks to work out" He turns around. "Well then, apparently my teleporter is also a time machine."

@askacourierandawanderer

Reviewing his patients’ logs left him vulnerable for this encounter, he supposes. Attention funneling into the little screen of the terminal as he types, recalling which patient’s name fits the profile, & keeping tabs on visits only to be startled by the visitor. A stealth-user? He doesn’t recognize the suit, but their abrupt appearance renders him still for .. just another half-second.

   ❛  I don’t advise doing that to a person well        around his sixties. For future reference. 

He feels his palpitating heart begin to steady again.

   ❛  Unfortunately, I’m low on supplies as is--- What? Do you       mean to say you .. teleported here?

[wordsnquotes]

You’ll get through this. And I know it’s impossible to believe right now, but it gets better. Trust me.

Susane Colasanti (via wordsnquotes)

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//honestly tho there is no combination of words that could make eve drop-kick the brotherhood faster than “synth james”

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( THOUGH how would eve feel knowing it isn’t really james and that it’s just programmed to act like james? B) )

[capitalsavior-blog]

There’s at least two world-shattering conclusions that Eve discovered upon opening up that clinic door in Goodneighbor:

     1. Her father was alive.      2. It was damn-near impossible for her to face the first fact          with any sort of grace or dignity.

And, after ten years of living out a legacy in his name, she didn’t care about being graceful about it. She managed a few tentative steps– mostly to make sure she could still do that, since it may have been some weird nightmare– before dropping everything to run up and hug James.

“Mad? At you?” It was hard to hear the words right over her crying, but she managed to spit them out anyway, “No, no, never.”

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  It’s surreal, their reuniting. Wasted days of worry that stretched to weeks, months, years. A piece of him feels unworthy of her acceptance -- he feels he could have done better, PROVIDED better, at the very least let her know he was still alive. Yet, he wraps his arms around Eve as if it were the last he’d be able to hold his child again. “Honey,” a softness latches itself to his voice as he speaks, uprights himself from the hug. A hand lightly presses onto her shoulder as he sees her crying.

 A little bit of James could feel his eyes sting, too. Tears? 

 “I wasn’t sure whether you’d forgive me if you knew I was still alive. I thought it would have been easier for you, that way -- I’m so sorry, Eve. But I’m so happy to see you’re all right.”

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friend: im having a problem with this person

me: kill them

friend: no

me: then i will kill them FOR you

friend: NO

[lonevvanderer-deactivated202006]

Do we have to die in the Vault? Can’t we ever leave?

[callousedtongues]

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Dustin O'Halloran - We Move Lightly

[wnq-anonymous]

And yet you are all that you have, so you must be enough. There is no other way.

Marya Hornbacher, Wasted: A Memoir of Anorexia and Bulimia (via wnq-anonymous)

[aseaofquotes]

Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five

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@onceinflame​

there are days the flame of his hope starts to dim, get snubbed by the reality that surrounds them: the wars, the destruction, the chaos & death. ( the unavoidable fate, the end. ) it’s those days that have him halfway submerged into a hopeless void, awaiting the final moments until nothing became real to him anymore. 

how the temptation draws near, coaxing james into surrendering, & how it FRIGHTENS him. 

though, james dismisses it with a head-shake, as if it manifested into physical weight he wants off his mind. it all comes crashing down on him now how odd he must look to his company. “i’m sorry,” is what first leaves his lips. thoughts & eyesight tuning back to reality. the faint, upwards curl of his mouth’s corners are quick to drop into a frown.

   “ it looks to me thinking is more suitable in moderation,” then again, isn’t anything best in moderation? the tiny hint of a lightening the mood doesn’t quite meet his eyes. “how are you?”