#aim and reload

[divorcedwife]

i've made this exact post like five hundred times but pillars of eternity having fantasy 18th century janky guns, how i love it

[robo-dino-puppy]

looking down on sunfall

[lepusrufus]

My Moira main ass trying to learn to play Ashe is ballsier than every time I went on a Widow hunt armed with only one ouchie ball and spite

[bbtin]

Sanzou's reloaded so watch out.

[lesbiansayaishii]

wip wednesday (thursday)

tagged by @sillyfroggremlin and @crime-wives!!

disclaimer: writers block is a bitch. i haven't actually written in weeks BUT i'll give some snippets anyway <3

lately she's undressing for revenge (chapter 6):

Derek is the one she wants. She wants things to be simple again, to go back to casual lips pressed to cheeks and coffee in between surgeries and warm smiles at inside jokes, but they can’t. They’re broken and she doubts they can be that close again, like a chasm has opened up between them and is still pulling them apart. She’s still half-sure that Derek still wants Meredith, and that Meredith still wants Derek, in some way, shape, or form. Maybe the problem lies in the fact that she wants Meredith more than she wants Derek, now, that when she closes her eyes she’s seeing Meredith, missing Meredith, needing Meredith.

Take Aim and Reload:

“Addie!” Amelia practically bounces into the arms of a tall redhead, who turns with a surprised laugh and—shit. Addison brushes dark hair from Amelia’s face when she pulls back. “Oh, Amy,” she says, murmurs really as she drinks Amelia in with her eyes, “It’s really good to see you.”

unnamed meraddek pregnancy au:

“Addison.” Meredith’s hand squeezes tight and doesn’t let go until she looks down at her. Her forehead is beaded with sweat, and there is pain shining so brightly behind everything else in those beautiful blue eyes. The hard ball of anxiety in Addison’s gut curls tighter. If she fucks this up—  “Addie. Hey.” Meredith. Her hand is warm in hers. Addison blinks, refocuses. “I trust you.”

no pressure tagging: @itsdappleagain @peridotglimmer @horsetailcurlers2 @walshies @which-star @doomingthenarrative and literally anyone else who wants to! it's been so long since i've had to tag writer mutuals

[bunnymedley]

'demoman takes skill' truthers when a real shotgun heavy comes at them

[savvathun]

devastating news. played the re4r demo for like 30 mins and it instantly confirmed my worst fears. a) my computer is not equipped to handle all of leon's polygons and b) i miss the original already :(

[hickeygender]

me and my companions getting our asses handed to us in a fight and returning with 9 smokepowder barrels between us

[subsequentibis]

having a lot of fun in fnv but i built my starting character as a smooth talking smart guy and have been playing as a run in guns blazing type, which leads to me getting pretty handily wrecked when there are more than three guys in a fight. do i abandon the original build and spec into combat more, or do i get myself back in line with the Concept....

[egirl-vrissy]

i love tf2 sm as one of the first games and reasons i got steam but.....sentry’s are too op 

[annwayne]

Sobbing that my gamer skills are so bad I got Garrus killed my first play through of ME2

Also sobbing because the reunion was so tragic.

And more sobbing because I was gone for far, far, too long.

[siixkiing]

“...he really likes testing his immortality to the extreme sometimes.”

[dirt-str1der]

Boys were invented for me to chase around the nightmare woods with a big knife and blunderbuss

[prokopetz]

The real reason your sapient dragon character needs a "rider":

Dragons on the wing are vulnerable to being mobbed by smaller, more agile flyers, particularly in your large rear blind spot, like a bird of prey being mobbed by crows. Having a human armed with a long spear perched on your back helps to dissuade anyone from getting any funny ideas.

Breath weapons are impressive enough on the ground, but in flight they're really only good for strafing stationary targets; trying to use your breath weapon in an aerial dogfight is a good way to get fire up your nose. A real fight calls for sterner measures – and, concomitantly, a crew to aim and reload the cannons.

In today's competitive world, it's not enough to devour a flock of sheep and call it a day if you want to keep your edge. You're accompanied at all times by a qualified personal alchemist tasked with carefully regulating your internal furnace to ensure peak performance, and sometimes you even listen to them.

No dragon of any quality would be caught dead without their valet. It's not as though you can announce your numerous long-winded titles yourself when introductions are called for, can you? You suppose next you'll be expected to pick up the spoils of your conquests yourself, like a common brigand. Perish the thought!

[finalexpenses]

hm. i seem to be encountering a glitch where as soon as im under a roof i cant do anything but walk?

[thiriumhound]

you, my friend, Get It

“v.s Captain Allen” Detroit : Become Human ↳Connor is so badass! Don’t stand in Connor’s way~