#i still miss chester tho

[giantsizenerd]

LINKIN PARK IS BACK BABY!!!

[deztryx]

The more of bs fallout au content I consume the more hungrier I'm getting yehwhhw it's unbearable raahhh!!! /pos

Speaking of this au I'm honestly curious are there any characters/duos who survived the bomb? Whether they became mutants (idk what they're called apologize 😭) or they're all fine and dandy?

Here's a feast gang💪🏽

OKAY SO, here's the list of all the brawlers that are alive and their roles?/factions, then I'll put the ones who are deceased last and explain how they died 👍🏼 if I miss a brawler I'm either trying to figure them out or it's a surprise lol

(Alive)

Mandy - Minutemen

Fang - Minutemen

Max- Minutemen

Colette - Minutemen

Berry - Mutant/Minutemen

Larry - Minutemen

Penny - survivor (just tryna survive and help anyone they see)

Amber - Ex raider/Minutemen

Nita - Minutemen (was in the same vault as Mandy)

Byron - Enclave (escaped)

Hank - Brotherhood of Starr

Janet - Minutemen

Pam - Minutemen

Willow - Mutant?

Lola - Fein/Cannibal

Gray - Starr city detective

Ruffs - Starr city detective

Tara - The stranger

Draco - Wandering Musician (he travels with Poco and just perform basically)

Poco - Wandering Musician (hes slowly dying tho)

Shelly - Ghoul

El Primo - Brotherhood of Starr Knight

Leon - Vault Dweller

Sandy - Vault Dweller

Jacky - Survivor (traveling with Penny until she finds a home)

Bibi - Raider

Bull - Raider

Crow - Mutant (but it being kept by Bull and Bibi, theyre trying to find a way to turn him back)

Piper - Institute

Barley - Bartender (used to be one in Starr city until he moved to minutemen)

Doug - sells food(?) in the market

Bo - Minutemen

Stu - Survivor (trying to find Janet and Bonnie)

Kit - Mutant (he stays with shelly)

Buzz - Mutant (hes basically a deathclaw)

Spike - Mutant

Clancy - Mutant?

Lily - NSR Ranger (New Starr Republic Ranger)

Meg - Minutemen/technician

Surge - Minutemen/Gaurds leader?

Dynamike - insane dude that wanders the wastelands

Belle - Theif (also sells random junk with Pearl)

Pearl - makes drugs (sells them w Belle)

Grom - Brotherhood of Starr

Ash - Brotherhood of Starr

Nani - Survivor (lives in the junkyard of the wastelands)

(Deceased)

Edgar - bit by Colt ghoul and shot by BOS knight

Chester - burned alive

Brock - fell and accidentally blows himself up w his rocket

Cordelius - killed by Fang and Mandy

Colt - turned into a Feral Ghoul and killed by Fang

Bonnie - Drowned in radiated water (Janet tried to save her but she was too late)

Jessie - Got shot during a raid in their vault

Gus? - he's is dead but he's not, still trying to figure this one out

Maisie - didn't make it to the vault in time

Lawrie - also didn't make to a vault in time but Larry stayed by his side until his core died

Gale - Heart attack

Frank - Mutat?/Feral Ghoul (he lost his true self)

Sam - got shot multiple times trying to save Belle

Mico - Mutant (also lost his true self)

Emz - Feral Ghoul

Darryl - Torn apart by raiders

Tick - Crushed by debris

HOPE YALL LIKE THIS :3

[objectifiedtintin]

I wanna work on a swapped Tintin au :']

Imma rant about each character now lol

Tintin: (swapped with Haddock) drinks, gets angry easily, really caring tho, inexperienced sailor catch phrases (or swears, idk :']) are "SLITHERING SERPENTS!" and CULTIVATING CRUMBS!"

Haddock: (swapped with Tintin) hella smart, patient (Loch ((the cat)) swaps with Snowy in this au), experienced reporter (idk what else there is to him :']), catch phrases are "GREAT BARNACLES!" and "TYPHOONS!"

Calculus: (swapped with Nestor) is still very deaf :'], always miss hears what u ask, just a very silly guy, butler

Nestor: (swapped with Calculus) pretty aggressive most of the time, would like to see u die (he does secretly care for the gang tho :']) sarcastic a lot, scientist/astronomer/inventor

Yeah that it's I do have more (idk if I'll ever show them) but Chang swaps with Chester (and vice versa) and Thompson swaps with Thomson. (That's all I have so far lol)

I did have one of my very cool friends (@haniakielbasa) design some human designs but idk if I'm allowed to show them lmao:'] (she's so good at drawing them it's actually insane)

I might do some doodles and show it here :']

[numbuh900]

Codename: Foals Next Door

KND x MLP AU

A universe where everyone in the kids next door universe are My Little Pony ponies/creatures, also alot of the characters don't have human names and instead go by more Equestrian sounding names.

Also this universe still has stuff like human technology like cars, the internet, space travel and stuff. 2x4 technology is the same tho there are special trained magic user operatives in the FND, Celestia and Luna or any Equestrian legends are seen as just fairy tales but they have some hints of truth to them.

Celestia and Luna were FND alicorn operatives that fought against evil adult's together back in the midieval times, like with Numbuh Zero, some believe they existed while others say they were just myths.

Comes from a long line of umbrum which is why he and his Dad don't have cutie marks.

Mom is a dragon named Ruby.

Dad is a earth pony(umbrum).

Doesn't have rocket boots like his human counterpart, just uses his wings instead.

Like Scootaloo,he has trouble flying with his wings so me makes jetpacks and jets for himself so he can enjoy the rush of flight.

Has a special 2x4 tech weapon that shoots horse shoes.

Her special attack is blasting rainbow blast from her horn, she's the magic expert of her Sector as she loves finding/making spells for Numbuh Five to use.

Got his cutie mark when he knocked out a whole group of teens with the throw on one dodge ball.

Main attack is a hindleg flipkick love called "The BuckFlip"

Her special talent is hunting for candy and being able to sense it.

Knows a few candy themed spells she learnt from Cree back when she was in basic training.

And now for the only villain I ponified, Father.

Is an Umbrum and comes from a long line of them.

real name is Brimstone Burner.

Didn't discover his powers until his teens year's.

Headcannons for what creatures the other characters are

Toiletnator=Earth Pony

Rachel=Pegasus

Fanny=Dimond Dog

Count Spankulot=Bat Pony

Numbuh 20,000=Sea Pony/hippogriff

Sonia=Griffin

Numbuh 60=Reindeer

Lizzie=Earth Pony(Secretly a alien plant pony)

King Sandy=Sea Pony/hippogriff

Crazy Old Cat Lady: Abyssinians

Miss. Goodwall=Minotaur

Chester=Donkey

Lura Limpin=Earth pony

Mr. Boss=Dimond Dog

President Jimmy=Griffin

Stickybeard=Avian

Ace/The Kid=Avian

KnightBrace=Pegasus pony

The Delightful Children From Down the lane: Lenny is a earth pony, David is a Unicorn, Bruce is a pegasus, Alessandra is a unicorn and Constance is a earth pony.

The interesting twins from beneath the mountain=changelings

The Common Cold=Earth Pony

Numbuh 30c=Seapony/hippogriff

Mr. Wink and Mr. Fibb=Warlrus and Moose pony hybrids

Gramma Stuffum=Dragon

[scarred-but-still-smiling]

Top 5 places youve been

See this is hard because I've not travelled very much; I'm still pretty young and I don't drive and we never had the money to spare on holidays and stuff growing up

HOWEVER (in no particular order? But 1 and 2 are definitely my favourite)

Pentrellyncymer - when I was in year 6, we got to spend a whole weekend(!!! We were like 10 !!!) at this little camp? Facility? Where we did canoeing and rock wall climbing and there was also mountain biking but I never learned to ride a bike so I just went canoeing again. It's all the way out in the sticks so the nature was and likely still is absolutely gorgeous and fuck I miss it. Actually I lied about no particular order this is hands down my favourite.

Rhyl - the closest seaside to me, and me, mum, nan and my brother would go every year when I was a kid. We went again for the first time in years, just without my brother, last year and even tho it's Definitely fallen apart a little there's this little cafe/diner on the corner down one of the streets from the sea that was still there and honestly this one is just pure nostalgia for me.

Chester - the former Roman capital of the UK, naturally the little archaeology goblin in my soul adores the place, and it's fairly close by so it's somewhere I've been very often.

Okay actually I uhhh. Really can't think of anything else. I did say it was gonna be hard. I tried lol

[fictionkinfessions]

bad decisions! Watched a video about TD and now I miss everyone AGAIN

Like broooo we were all treated so dirty!!! Imagine us all getting together to just hang out tho. I miss that sort of thing.

Also I think I'd rather eat Chef's cooking than re-watch All-Stars again. Or remember anything about All-Stars. Or think about All-Stars.

BUT MAN!!! I miss Sam and Cam and Zoey! I miss my guys!! I know I saw Mal around here but I really liked Manitoba and Svetlana too! (Chester and Vito were harder to handle but you guys still rock in your own right.)

Anyways. Not sure if anyone wants to hear from me (Like. Ever.) but I still think about everyone cuz you were the best part of that show.

-Mike (Total Drama)

[lildoodlecat]

Okay so!!!! Overall I loved Phantasia ✨

I love the time travel stuff in old jrpgs and the overall style of the game is very much my cup of tea sjxk

I don't remember all of the story perfectly since it took me over a year to finish but uwahh it's pretty good! I did get a little emotional at the end of course. I wish I'd been better abt trying to catch skits tho bc I definitely think I missed a lot and I would've liked to get more attached to the characters (than I already was ajdksk) but in the end Chester is my favorite followed by Klarth ✨

I did uh. Sort of accidentally skip Suzu's village so I never got to know her but maybe on a replay or just reloading my save outside the final boss room I'll go check it out.

Anyway anyway I really loved that we got to know Dhaos' motivation in the end, and that all he was really trying to do was save his people on his own. Obviously his methods were pretty callous and force-driven but I liked that he was really still just a person, fighting for his beliefs like the rest of us. I always like that in Tales games tbh, even for the antagonists I'm less sympathetic for, bc it gives the story some really nice depths and realness to it.

Only thing that killed me playing this game was the plethora of random encounters and adapting to the battle system, which made it a bit tiring at times and is why I dropped it for so long, but I'm still really glad to have finished it.

And we did it! We saved the world and even if we can't undo what's been done and parting is bittersweet there's still a future to look forward to together :D

That did make me really sad tho.. that Klarth would return to his own time and since he's only human, would die before ever meeting us again. Even Arche has to wait a century before reuniting with Cress, Mint, and Chester. Ough.. having feelings.

Oh yeah the Eternal Sword was cool! Was it the same one as in Symphonia?? Or similar??? It's been a bit since my Symphonia playthrough so the details are muddled but it was the same idea of combining two swords and some stuff with Origin's power I think.

There's a lot of little interactions and things in this game I really like sjxk but we all know my favorite is Cress and Chester best friends and more forever <3 expect a qpr fic abt them from me eventually I love them

[campingwiththecharmings]

Aaaaah yayyyy, I've missed these two 💖

It’s as if the personification of unseasoned baked potatoes was smirking at you, thinking he had you good, thinking he had fed you a great line.  <- laksksalla lmao this line is just 🤌 chester to a t tbh.

Blood, and lots of it, ruined Chester’s pristine white shirt, dripping down his face from where his nose was bleeding. It was pretty satisfying. <- hell yeah it is. FUCK YOU, CHESTER.

Him still being a gentleman and letting you in his room first tho, I'm 🥺🥺🥺

His poor bottom lip had seen better days, no matter how many times you’d bitten it blue. You were tempted to lick his wound shut, swipe at the red liquid until his flesh was healed and the whole thing was forgotten. <- alkzk;ds;klala thank you bc I was honestly thinking this as soon as you said he had a busted lip lol 🤭

They are so cute and sweet and so in love, ugh, I love them sm 🥲

This is wonderful as always, thank you for sharing it bb 💖💖💖

the Chester problem

Rydal Keener x f!Reader

Part of the Oxford Comma series

Words: 2.3k

Warnings: swearing, mature themes, no smut but mentions of sex, someone gets punched

Chester probably didn’t know he was the cause of your breakup. Or your attempted breakup.

Rydal said he’d go get you both some coffee from the cafe inside the building you were studying in front of, leaving you alone with the chaotic textbook pentagram you were surrounded by. Leaning against a tree, you were comfortable in the evening spring air, taking note of the turkeys staking claim over a certain patch of grass a few yards away. You started packing up your things, thinking to yourself that you may as well head back with the warm drinks in hand and spend the rest of your evening in his dorm. 

It wasn’t too dark out, the sky already darkening but not so much so that you were without light. If you headed back now you could still watch a movie together. You were perfectly fine in your train of thought until a tall figure stood directly in your line of vision. It took you a second to angle your head to see who was attached to the tall frame, heart dropping in your stomach seeing that it belonged to none other than Chester. His dirty blonde hair looked perfectly mussed, his clear skin making him look more boyish than you knew he was. The crisp white cotton piqué polo he had on only served to piss you off further. The guy really had no qualms wearing all white, the impracticality of maintenance not even on his mind.

“Ah, just the little minx I was looking for,” he smirked down at you. 

“Rydal will be back in just a few. You can… wait over there or something,” you looked back down to the text in your hand. 

“You know, I know you’re not as squeaky clean as he thinks you are.”

Your relationship with Rydal’s oldest friend wasn’t… the greatest. The mere sight of him made you uncomfortable, his piercing gaze making you feel as though you were constantly under a microscope and you swore you could feel when he walked into a room just based on your spine tingling from the heavy weight of it. At first, he studied you, studied your dynamic with Rydal, went quiet when he’d make you laugh just for you to sober up and catch him staring with his head tilted and a curious glint in his eye. He would watch how Rydal greeted you when you’d join their group, how he casually slung his arm over your shoulder on the couch in the common areas, eyes tracing over the comfort in which you touched each other. It unnerved you to say the least. This was all before the comments started. 

You thought he was still mad about his white Sperry’s from that fateful first day, so you tried to apologize and laugh about it with him. He had looked you up and down before blinking at you and walking away. Honestly, you don’t know what you expected. You didn’t tell Rydal about it out of fear of sounding like a whiny girlfriend, afraid of causing a rift between the two friends. You would just shoulder the discomfort for his sake, not because Chester deserved any ounce of your kindness. 

Chester then made a comment about how you didn’t smell so bad anymore shortly after Rydal had gotten you the Chanel perfume, loudly noting how you didn’t hold back from using it. As if you carried some sort of poor people stench with you before. As if you had to burn through the bottle just to coat you in something palatable. That was the day you spat back at him, startling Rydal with how much hate you actually held in your voice, but again he didn’t intervene. Your severe vacillating verbal abuse only served to create tension between the three of you, and you avoided him as frequently and as blatantly as you could. 

Shoving your notebooks in your bag with more force than was necessary, you looked up at him without bothering to hide how irritating his mere presence is for you. Standing up didn’t help in balancing out your height difference but it made you feel a lot less small next to him. He still had at least a foot over you, and he smiled patronizingly at you in your show of defiance. 

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

Chester takes a step closer, your chests almost brushing if not for your step backwards, and he continues until your back is pressed up against the tree you were leaning against just moments before. Placing a hand next to your head, effectively boxing you in with his frame, he leans down until your faces are inches apart before speaking again. 

“It means, sweetheart, that I think we both know why you’re really with Rydal. You’ve been having a grand old time in our world. Why don’t you let me have a turn, hmm? I can buy you nice things, too, if that’s what it’ll take.”

You’re not surprised that he thinks you’re with Rydal for his money, it’s not the first time you’ve heard it nor is it the first time he’s made a snide pass at you for not belonging. That was something you were still struggling to get over, but seeing as it was only Chester you were hearing it from for the time being and not anyone of importance to you, you would brush off his comments, regardless of how much the thought pissed you off. Rydal never fed into his shit, easily telling him off in one way or another before you could even get a word in and you were grateful that he often didn’t even bring it up to you. It didn’t stop it from bothering you though. 

No, what shocks you is that this is his weird attempt at hitting on you… you think. If this was Chester’s way of showing interest, this was frankly the most insulting way to go about it. Did this work on other girls? He basically called himself a flavour you could try out, if you were so inclined. Which, honestly, repulsed you. It’s as if the personification of unseasoned baked potatoes was smirking at you, thinking he had you good, thinking he had fed you a great line. 

You were too stunned to answer for a moment too long it seemed, and unfortunately, Chester took this as permission to close the distance between you and plant a kiss right on your lips. You didn’t even have time to fully comprehend the slimy feeling of his mouth on yours, his tongue already trying to push its way through the seam of yours before he was abruptly pulled off of you. 

Rydal had torn Chester off of you, one hand on his shoulder whirling his body around to face him and, without hesitation, swinging a fist into his face. 

The crunching sound wasn’t pleasant.

Your mind was running to catch up to the scene unfolding before you, your heart pounding in fear of all the worst case scenarios, and you were frozen in your spot against the tree. Blood, and lots of it, ruined Chester’s pristine white shirt, dripping down his face from where his nose was bleeding. It was pretty satisfying. 

There was yelling, on both sides. Rydal was fuming, you’d never heard his voice so loud, never seen his eyes look so dark before and it startled you. He was yelling something about not touching you, not touching what was his. 

Another attempted swing from Rydal before Chester flung himself back to avoid it. Another bout of yelling, this time from Chester, a few well-selected nasty words about trailer trash and proving a point. He agilely threw his own arm and successfully landed it into Rydal’s jaw, finally causing your paralysis to break. 

Running forward to step in between them before either of them could charge at each other again, you looked to see Rydal touching his bleeding lip, turning to spit the excess blood out before glaring at his friend. Well. Former friend? 

“Come on, let’s go, stop it!” you found your voice, pushing against Rydal’s chest as he was gearing up to throw his arms at the taller boy again. “We’re leaving!”

You grabbed both your bags, essentially pulling on his arm to forcefully drag him with you, away from the cussing and bloody mess that was Chester. He probably had a broken nose. 

///

The walk back to Rydal’s dorm was uncomfortably silent, which was unusual for the two of you. Silence was usually comfortable, albeit not common. You didn’t say anything when he took your bags from you, you didn’t say anything as he mumbled awkward apologies to you under his breath about the long forgotten coffee, and you didn’t say anything when he put his hand on the small of your back ushering you in his room first.

There was a faint glow coming from his window, the last bit of sunlight left in the sky barely illuminating the room and you didn’t feel like switching on his harsh desk lamp. It wasn’t like you were going to get much studying done tonight anyway, and the thought of a movie was far from your mind.

When he sat on his neatly made bed in a huff, you wordlessly went to the bathroom to wet a towel for the dried blood on his hand and face. Although Chester was in much worse shape, you still wanted to tend to your lover’s wounds, no matter how small. He didn’t look at you until you pushed your way to stand between his legs, his knees outside your knees. You gently take hold of one hand, palm to palm, and examine the damage, swiping at the blood to make sure none of it is his. It wasn’t. His beautiful hands are unmarred, and you sigh a breath of relief at that. 

This is the most tender you’ve probably ever been with him, apart from the moments after he fucked you too dumb to be mean to him. The silence blanketed you both, only amplifying your actions. His shoulders sagged and what was only minutes felt like hours. Rydal had nowhere else to look other than you and your smaller hands, gently wiping his clean of the blood that was spilled, that he spilled, for you. 

Once his hands were sufficiently unblemished by your standards and the rag was stained pink, you chanced a look at his face, catching him already gazing at you a little warily. Like a little boy, like he was waiting for your disappointment and lecturing. Reaching a hand up to cup his cheek, you smiled a little achingly at him before your eyes caught the droplet of blood delicately sitting on his now busted bottom lip. His poor bottom lip had seen better days, no matter how many times you’d bitten it blue. You were tempted to lick his wound shut, swipe at the red liquid until his flesh was healed and the whole thing was forgotten.

He’d done it for you. 

And if that isn’t reason alone for you to give in to the raging hot desire coursing through you when you look at his split lip – for you, foryou – a physical reminder of his devotion to you, to defending you, to properly standing up for you to his childhood friend. Someone who was practically a family friend, their fathers going for weekly golf meets, their mothers organizing social mixers in the same circles.

Meeting his eyes again after staring at his mouth for too long, you finally broke the silence.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I messed up, didn’t I?” his response came out quietly.

“No! Well… yes, you made a mess of things but–” his irritated sigh cut you off, “–but, listen, he deserved it. And…”

“...and?” he’s waiting for your next words like they have the power to dictate whether he’ll be able to sleep tonight. 

“Andifounditkindahot.”

“Sorry,” he laughed in disbelief, the stretch of his smile causing his lip to split further and the droplet of blood you were fixated on to spill over, “what was that? You found it what?”

The hand that was holding his face slipped further to entangle itself in his dark locks, and you tilted his face up towards yours none too gently, the angle making his Adam's apple more pronounced and inviting.

“I said, I found it kinda hot, you dumbass,” you whispered right before pressing your lips together hungrily. 

It was obscene, really, the way you moaned when the distinct taste of copper reached your tongue. If he felt any pain from the press of your mouth, it was only serving to intensify his feelings in that moment, his tongue fighting for dominance with your own in a surprising show of fervor at such a time.

Your mouths moved against each other in raw passion and you leaned into his greedy touch, his hands clutching, clenching, constricting your waist. Any residual anger that was left in Rydal’s body was currently being used to turn you inside out with just one kiss, working in tandem with his ability to render you breathless. He was quick to flip you over, pinning you under him with his body while still devouring your lips. If this was his way of reclaiming you, the fucked up carnal part of your brain was egging him on, thrilled at the prospect of his tangible protectiveness. 

When you inevitably broke apart for air, you dumbly noticed that he wasn’t bleeding anymore, the faintest memory of a voice – your mother’s, put pressure on the wound – telling you how to stop blood flow in an emergency popping up in your mind before you met his eyes again. Sharing the same ragged breath, you shuffled even further into his bed making sure to hold him close the whole time.

He didn’t leave your arms for the rest of the night.

[popfizzles]

I was probably due for a new profile picture anyway flkjas

[shoutwthedevil]

Who cares if one more light goes out...

...well I do...

[clumsyclifford]

hi linkin park anon here i guess, sorry to reference obscure things lol i didn't think about it. chester bennington is mr linkin park! minutes to midnight is the black and white album with the silhouettes! he died tragically in 2017 so my thought was yssdf alex would have no idea, which is very tangential

the name Does sound made up i used to tell people looking for pet/stuffed animal names to use chester bennington bc it sounds so fancy. glad to have awakened linkin park in you, have fun! leave out all the rest is The Song.

oh no dude it's all good !!! i am really not that familiar with linkin park that's all. and rip mr bennington i didn't know he died that's very sad :( but yeah definitely strange to think that a hypothetical person in 2019 who lost a decade of memory wouldn't remember/know about that. aka fictional alex gaskarth.

THAT'S SO CUTE STOP it really is a great name for a stuffed animal oh my fuckinggg god. i don't know leave out all the rest i'm going to listen to it now. okay this is pretty good fair assessment

[thedormfish]

Meet Chester!

First pic is when I got him. He was in the Critter Keeper of Shame (just to monitor for anything he could bring into the tank) for a few days. Second pic is today, his first day in the 3.5 gallon! Welcome home, Chester.

[whatissleepeven]

This reminds me of Pumped Up Kicks

Numb // Linkin Park 80s Remix

[sillyandquiteawkward]

Hello yes i am anon who asked to infodump (first off, i just wanna say I've been following you for a long while and i really love your art, your ocs, and the stories you've build up for them. It really keeps me motivated to work on my own Fallout stuff even if it might not be my fixation all the time) anyway here goes (may be very disorganized because i can't make new paragraphs for some reason-) - pt 1

Pt 2 - So, in my Fallout 4 story (which I call "Nobody's Fallout" because one of the main characters was previously named "Nobody" before I changed it because it got confusing) there are basically 3 "Sole Survivors;" Chester (who is the "main" Sole Survivor. He follows the storyline the most), Atom (a robotics student before the war), and Shiv (a synth sent by the Institute to replace Atom's twin (Dust)).

Pt 3 - Chester and Atom were frozen in Vault 111, Chester's son (Shaun) being kidnapped by the Institute, wife killed by Kellogg yada yada, but Atom was generally spared from that apart from only being bioscanned by the Institute while in cryostasis. Chester becomes the General of the Minutemen, and eventually the Head of the Institute, which he reworks completely with the help of Atom and Shiv to help the surface with their technology rather than hinder it.

Pt 4 - Atom was released from cryostasis three months before Chester due to a malfunction, and traveled a bit before settling in the General Atomics Galleria, where he reprogrammed the robots using his robotics engineering and to help him both defend and build it up. Eventually, he starts gathering settlers into the Galleria, and eventually turns it into a town called Refuge, which then eventually becomes a Synth Refuge once he joins the Railroad.

Pt 5 - An imprint of Atom's mind had already been helping the Institute, though, because he and his sibling participated in the same brain scan program that the original Nick Valentine was ordered to go through. Atom's knowledge of robotics helped the Institute in developing Synths more, which, ironically, was the same imprint in the synth sent to replace him.

Pt 6 - Shiv (as stated before) is a synth who was created by the Institute, specifically much more of a prototype that was designed to be nearly indestructible. They were sent under Shaun's orders (along with another synth (A5) who was sent to replace Atom) to watch over Chester so that Shaun had someone who could directly send intel on what Chester was doing.

Pt 7 - (I've kind of lost track of where to go with this from here but more or less each of the 3 "Sole Survivors" go their own routes in order to tie in every companion and every faction. The Brotherhood's Prydwin is still destroyed tho, but not until after Shiv basically saves Danse from Maxon and helps Danse come to terms with his… synth-ness)

pt. 8(?) (BTW, if there's any parts that are missing lemme know and I'll resend it)

---- (looks like i got all the parts!)

WHOA I LOVE THIS! i love how the stories interconnect and twist around each other, im a big fan of that! also a HUGE fan of refuge, i really like the idea of building up a town esp such a cool location of the galleria. and all the synths running around, the Drama. i love it

[emilyblame]

so, i talked about album openers, and if you have me, i’d love to talk album closers now. because, there’s nothing better than a album closer that makes you feel like you absolutely have to press repeat. here’s my favorite 10 in alphabetical order by band.

THE END. - AS IT IS / THE GREAT DEPRESSION.

what a good way to start this list, and what a perfect ending to this album. The Great Depression in its whole is incredible-- dare i say a masterpiece-- but this song stands out to me because it manages to be angry and defeated and almost uncomfortable. i mean, that bridge? come on! i can’t wait to listen to new music from As It Is, such a talented group of people i’ll miss Ben and Foley tho :(

GOODBYE - BILLIE EILISH / WHEN WE ALL FALL ASLEEP WHERE DO WE GO?

what can i say? i’m a sucker for a good reprise. one of my favorite things about this album is that it’s a very cohesive piece of artwork even though all the tracks seemed to be stand-alone singles. this last track is the perfect example of that as it is the sum up of the greatest hits of each song. i just love it. i think it’s a pretty clever way to finish an album.

THE LITTLE THINGS GIVE YOU AWAY - LINKIN PARK / MINUTES TO MIDNIGHT

i mean, this song ends so epically, please. and i only put this one because it’s my favorite one, but “Powerless” and “Sharp Edges” are also strong album closers. i mean, i still can’t listen to “Sharp Edges” without breaking down in tears. i miss you, Chester :(

PLAY THIS WHEN I’M GONE - MACHINE GUN KELLY / TICKETS TO MY DOWNFALL

ah, this fucking song. he went and wrote a suicide letter to his kid. i mean, are you trying to break my heart into a million little pieces or you just happened to do it by chance? this song is so brutally honest, if you’re not in tears by the end of it, are you even capable of crying anymore?

FAMOUS LAST WORDS - MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE / THE BLACK PARADE

i mean, no shit, right? this is one of my ultimate most favorite MCR songs. i still get goosebumps whenever i listen to it (it’s been 15 years for fucks sake). hell, i cried my eyes out when i listened to it live. i just love this band so damn much.

THE BETRAYAL (ACT I) - NICKELBACK / FEED THE MACHINE

say whatever you fucking want about Nickelback, but it’s a good band. and this song is so fucking good. Ryan Peake, i fucking love you. Incredible guitar player.

DYING IN L.A. - PANIC! AT THE DISCO / PRAY FOR THE WICKED

so, to be honest this is one of my favorite things Brendon’s ever written. the pauses, the belting, the melody, the fact that’s just piano and strings-- ugh! i can’t even... still, much like Linkin Park, let us not forget about “Build God, Then We’ll Talk” and “Nearly Witches (Ever Since We Met)”, because those two are incredible album closers. fuck, i miss Ryan Ross, just take him back, Brendon!

UNDERWARE - SUGARCULT / START STATIC

ok, technically a hidden track BUT it’s still the song that closes the album. and if you don’t like it then we can totally talk about “I Changed My Name” because it’s my favorite fucking song in the whole world, so-- 

TWENTY ØNE PILØTS

bare with me here, because all-- and i mean every single fucking one of them-- of  twenty øne piløts’ album closers are fire. quiet fire, but fire nonetheless. from “Isle Of Flightless Birds” to “Leave The City”, look me in the eye and tell me none of them have you in tears by the end. i love how Tyler excels at ending an album on a bittersweet and sad yet hopeful tone consistently. ahh, i love this band so fucking much, so much talent.

I FELT YOUNGER WHEN WE MET - WATERPARKS / FANDOM

and we’re back at closing the post with a Waterparks song. and from the same album, no less! such a strong song to end Fandom with, for fucks sake! the abrupt ending, the looping back to “Cherry Red”... boi, yas. love it. i think the fact that this song loops back to the very beginning of the album is one of the most clever things Awsten has ever done (yet).

HONORABLE MENTIONS!

“Men Are All The Same” by The Used from their album Artwork. speaking of reprises... aahh... so good. this album is so fucking flawless through and through, man... i love the whole thing so much. i feel like The Used is such a huge band but we still not talk about them enough.

“exist” by Bleak Soul (aka: Ben Langford-Biss, ex-As It Is) from album existential meditation. is it an EP? technically? idk, no one cares. speaking of me crying to a song. my favorite thing about this song being the closing track is that at first listen it seems to be very happy and makes you think, ‘oh, great! so the album isn’t that depressing after all!’ and then you pay attention to the lyrics and you realize it’s probably the most depressing song on the album, EP, whatever. i fucking love it.

speaking of EPs... “Burned Out” by dodie, Human EP. listen, i’m serious about this girl. she’s so fucking talented. she deserves more attention!!! ugh, can’t wait for her debut album to drop in March. but back to the song, it’s the perfect contrast to “Arms Unfolding”, that starts all hopeful and bright; “Burned Out” ends out on a very sour note. but the lyrics are something that needed to be said, not only for dodie’s own personal story but also to portray a view from the artist’s perspective of what meet&greets and just what being a public figure in general feels like.

“Starting Over” by Evan Taubenfeld from unreleased album Just Sign Here... i mean. this man just gets me, but aside from that. stunning album closer.

“Born For This”, Paramore, Riot! talk about getting hyped by the end of an album, amirite? love that they used to open shows with this track. and speaking of Paramore: “Tell Me How“ from After Laughter. again, perfect contrast to the beginning of the album. love that.

and last but not least... “How Did I Fall In Love With You?” by Backstreet Boys from album Black & Blue. Howie D. belting, need i say more? didn’t think so. but given i’m here... the harmonies, the fact that it’s just piano and strings (my weakness in case you haven’t noticed). also, the song is about falling in love with your best friend and i’m a fucking sucker for a good love story.

[skgway]

1823 Aug., Wed. 20

8

11 1/2

Soon began on the erotics last night. Her warm, then [e]ncouraging. I said this was not like keeping our promise. She answered, ‘no’ and reached a towel to put under us to keep the bed clean on account of her cousin. I had retired too early for her. ‘Am I too soon for you?’ ‘Yes, rather,’ said she, and I resumed, determined she should have a sufficiently good kiss before I had had one. She said she had and we fell asleep. 

Both awoke at five in the morning and talked till seven. Asked if this was not better than my sleeping in Micklegate. ‘Yes,’ but it was prudence # on her part. She had a feeling she could not describe. Would make any sacrifice rather than have our connection suspected. She seemed very affectionate and fond of me. Said I was her only comfort, she should be miserable without me. 

Lou has got rather out of ∂ [Charles]’s good books she – Lou never got up to breakfast living with her uncle has given her very independent notions – He waited for her – Consulted her in everything – She told C– [Charles] one morning, she got up at the hour that suited her convenience – ∂ [Charles Lawton] has therefore been sadly out of his best humour this summer and π [Mariana] sadly fidgetted –

Told M– [Mariana] that she did not understand one 1/2 my letters, and misunderstood the other – That my aunt said (speaking of the regard between us), it was “much more on one side than the other”, – On my side then hers – Miss Pattison had blushed up to the sears, and told her at Manchester that ∂ [Charles Lawton] complained of her being cold and she wished she would try to be warmer when she returned. π [Mariana] said she and ∂ [Charles Lawton] very well knew the reason of that that she could not seem warm if she did not feel so. 

π [Mariana] once sat next Miss Pattison’s uncle at dinner there and he said of her she looked like one who could love. I agreed, then reverting to ourselves, ‘this is adultery to all intents and purposes.’ ‘No, no,’ said she. ‘Oh yes, π [Mariana]. No casuistry can disguise it.’ ‘Not this then, but the other.’ ‘Well,’ said I, choosing to let the thing turn her own way. ‘I always considered your marriage legal prostitution. We were both wrong. You to do and I to consent to it. And when I think of blaming others, I always remember nothing can at all excuse us but our prior connection.’ 

I did not pursue the subject, nor did π [Mariana] seem to think much of it. The fear of discovery is strong. It rather increases I think. But her conscience seems seared, so long as concealment is secure. She said yesterday of Harriet, if she had never liked Milne I could have made more excuse for her. Thought I to myself, if none but those who were without sin threw the first stone.

Harriet, like the woman taken in adultery, might escape – Told her she needed not fear my conduct letting out our secret. I could deceive anyone. Then told her how completely I had duped Miss Pickford # and that the success of such deep deceit almost smote me, but I had done it all for her, π [Mariana]’s, sake. ‘Why should it smite you? ‘It is deceit that does no one any harm.’ 

I made no reply, but mused how sophistry might reign within the breast where none suspected it. How might not this argument best retched from one deceit to another. Mary, you have passion like the rest, but your caution cheats the world out of it. Scandal and your courage is weak, rather than your principal strong. Yet is it I who write this. 

She’s true to me, yes, but she has not that magnanimity of truth that satisfies a haughty spirit like mine. She is too tamely, worldly, and worldliness is her strength and weakness her foible and her virtue. She loves me, I do believe her, as well as she is capable of loving. Yet her marriage was worldly, her whole conduct is worldly to the farthest verge that craven love can bear. 

How often has it struck me that years ago when once talking to Lou about this marriage and the powerful circumstances that almost compelled it. ‘Well,’ said she, ‘you do not know π [Mariana]. She is worldly and the match was worldly altogether.’ This did indeed strike me at the time but it never struck me as it does at this moment – (Thursday 21 August 3 55/60 p.m. 1823) – 

It now opens upon me as the key of all that all I have never yet been able to comprehend in her character. I have doubted her love, I have doubted her sincerity. How often with an almost bursting heart have I laid aside my papers and my musings because I dared not pursue inconsistencies I could not unravel. I could not deem the dial true, I would not deem it false. The time the manner of her marriage to sink January 1815 in oblivion. Oh how it broke the magic of my faith forever. How, spite of love, it burst the spell that bound my very reason suppliant at her feet. I loathed consent but loathed the easing more. I would have given the yes she sought, tho it had rent my heart into a hundred thousand shivers. It was enough to ask –

It was a coward love that dared not brave the storm; and, in desperate despair, my proud, indignant spirit watched it sculk away – How few the higher feelings we then could have in common! The chivalry of heart was gone – Hope’s brightest hues were brushed away – Yet still one melancholy point of union remained – She was unhappy. So was I –

Love scorned to leave the ruin desolate; and time she has shaded it so sweetly, my heart still lingers in its old abiding place, thoughtless of its broken bowers, save when some sudden guest blows thro’, and scrunching memory is disturbed – But oh! no more “the heart knoweth its own bitterness,” and it is enough – “Je sens mon coeur, et je connais les hommes. Je ne suis fait comme aucun de ceux que j’ai vus; j’ose croire n'être fait comme aucun de ceux qui existent.” Rousseau's Confessions volume and page first.

She loves me. Tho it is neither exactly as I wished, nor as I too fondly persuaded myself. ‘Ere years had taught me to weigh human nature in the balance or unlock the loveliest of bosoms with the key of worldliness. Yes, she loves me. My own feelings shall descend to hers. They have done so in part. How I could have adored her had she been more of that angelic being my fancy formed her. No thought, no word, no look, had wandered then. Surely my every sentiment towards her had had less of earth in it than heaven –

How like “the visions of romantic youth”! I know she might have realized then – Je sens mon coeur – But no more – No more – I seem unable to return to the dry detail of a journal –

At seven an hour before getting up asked her to get out of bed and wash. We both did so. Then got into bed again and had a long quiet good kiss and then a comfortable nap. Got up at eight. I laughed and said we must really both of us get well as soon as we could. We owned she thought I was worse than she was, and said jokingly ‘do you forgive me for it?’ ‘Of course.’ I set her at ease on this point, but yet the characteristic difference between us always strikes me. I am sure I should even shew twice as much as she really feels –

Went downstairs at 8 1/2 – Breakfasted etc. etc. Sat next Mrs Milne. Had been very properly attentive to her. Asked π [Mariana] if she was satisfied etc. etc. Said I would act as she liked but I could not decidedly change my manners to Mrs. M[ilne] unless my real acquaintance with her conduct might be acknowledged. She has been foolish again in corresponding with her cousin, Mr. Dannett. This was the thing Eli [Eliza Belcombe] alluded to when I was last in York –

Took leave, and off from the B– [Belcombe]’s (Dr. B– [Belcombe] had had rather a restless night but was nevertheless no worse). As the minster clock struck 10 found the horses to the mail at the Tavern door, to start at 10 1/4 instead of 10 3/f as I supposed – Asked the coachman to wait a minute or 2, and hurried into Micklegate – Only just time to wish then good by, and say I should be passing thro’ again in a fortnight or 3 weeks to spend a fortnight with M– [Mariana] at Scarbro’ –

Did not see Mrs. Duffin this morning – Miss M– [Marsh] whispered last night, she had had a paralytic affectation about a fortnight ago, and had been almost gone – I perceived no difference in her as I saw her sitting round the table last night – She did not attempt to move, but this being unnecessary, did not strike me – 

Got into the new mail, and drove off from the D– [Duffin]’s door at 10 1/2 – Only 1 gentleman besides myself – Beyond Tadcaster took up a nice decent elderly woman – I never uttered all the way – Wrapt in musing – Thought of π [Mariana] and the three steps business, then about my manners and appearance. Building castles about their improvement, elegance, engagingness, etc. etc. The good society I hope to get into, etc., etc. 

Thought of consulting Mr. Simmons, the surgeon. George Streetman, Chester. π [Mariana] consulted him. He feared some uterary of or belonging to the womb. Determine yet might judge from the effect of Scarbro whether Steph was right in supposing it merely weakness. He had treated her judiciously. She ought to be examined, but would not submit –

At Leeds at 1 – Got out for 1/4 hour and off again (from the Rose & Crown) at 1 20/60 – Beautiful day till we got to the New Dolphin Clayton heights, and from there to the Pine-apple

H–x [Halifax], a smartish, sunshiny shower – Got out at the Pine apple at 3 40/60 – Fair and fine immediately –

Got home at 4 – Went into the stable for a moment – Caradoc had gone on well – Then went into the house, and sat talking to my uncle and aunt till 5 40/60 – Then dressed for dinner – My father and Marian called in the evening, and staid till after 8 – I was absolutely asleep almost all the time –

Came up to bed at 9, at which hour Barometer 1 1/2 degree below changeable Fahrenheit 60º – Put by my things – Read the 1st 13 pages volume 1 Rousseau Confessions –

A bowel complaint. Dawdling to stick the pot up the chimney to prevent smell. Could not manage it. All this hindered and kept me up. E [three dots, times treating venereal complaint] O [three dots, signifying much discharge] A great deal on my linen. Saw it when I washed thoroughly before dinner, first with water then alum lotion –

[in margin] 

#Tuesday morning 26 August 1823 This is very well in its way, but she has more of it than love –

# Did not give the slightest hint of P[ickford]’s real character, nor does π [Mariana] at all suspect the truth. I merely said she was the most learned woman I knew and had therefore more penetration than the world in general – π [Mariana] thought she should feel under restraint before her –