#isaac 4 life

[aurorangen]

So how did we end up here? Vincent had a meeting to attend which left some time to kill with Renee and Isaac. When they came across a chess table, Isaac challenged Renee to a game. Who will capture all the pieces and checkmate the king?

In the end Isaac won! Renee went easy on him as she could see he wasn't that good at his strategy. She pretended not to notice his sly tactics but took that as an opportunity to observe her future brother-in-law. Next time she'll win for sure!

[azzythezaza]

Rate the games on my PC if you want

[Castle Crashers, New Vegas, Hotline Miami, and Postal are the most recent ones]

[peachypiichi]

what a silly family!

i rarely make occult sims so they look...bare. don't think this will be anything, i just wanted to play the new pack w my OCs :)

[salemsimss]

and maybe you'd offered me all that i yearn for, but i was still waiting for something to earn; silly me, waiting

[alyssamariag]

Happy birthday month, Pedro Pascal 💜 We love you and all the little things that make you, you

see this on my instagram | download this as a printable coloring page

[dusty-cakerie]

rotten friend!! shows up a lot in my tboi runs

[folkbreeze]

[katherinelee1369]

(via https://comic.studio/s/27443)

Skit 15: Electric Cart (the parody of scene in Falling Down in previous episode)

[woodsies]

just passing time in game until everyone ages up - the infants have a week left and the toddlers have 2 weeks left GUHH

[simulation-machine]

Stormy woke up dreading all the things she had to do, which consisted of fixing apparently every single goddamn thing in the house.

[periphrasis]

sometimes i miss the ordered structure of living in may 2020 quarantine

attend online class from bed with giant iced coffee

get into discord fight

get into tiktok fight

go for 2 hour walk

call my then best friend now girlfriend until like 5 am

sleep with 6 specific plushies that had the same spot on my bed every night

repeat

[hot-celebrity-lover]

Round, square, oval bitches

Rich, poor, slave bitches

Smart, dumb, crazy bitches

Prude, horny, dirty bitches

Fat, tall, skinny bitches

Bi, straight, gay bitches

Cool, nerdy, stuck up bitches

Ghetto, yuppy, valley bitches

High, low, middle bitches

Single, married, widowed bitches

Big, little, thin bitches

Young, old, midget bitches

Club, bar, DJ bitches

Singing, acting, real bitches, yeah

I love all bitches!

[gay4rafe]

i love oscar isaac

[bulblorts]

Dr kleiner and lamarr in the sims 4 (going off of drawn)

Hopefully the person controlling them dosen't want to drown kleiner in a pool

The last character you drew/wrote about is now stuck in the last game you played. How screwed are they?

[confinesofmy]

my little cousin's boyfriend is covered in shitty tattoos he never researches before getting and she keeps going and getting shitty tattoos with him and i'm so worried that in a year or two when they break up she's going to be upset with me for not saying something. 🥲 but it's a canon event. 🥲

[stellasdrafts]

Girl Dad Headcanons - Arthur Morgan

“[Mr. Gillis] treats his daughter like a possession to be mistreated and abused as he sees fit. Strange creatures, men. I don’t know.”   -RDR2, Chapter 4, Fatherhood and Other Dreams

Notes: I was playing RDR2 the other day and his journal entry (above) after seeing Mary for the second time stood out to me. I think his relationship with women and feminism in the story is worth writing about. afab reader. 1.1k words.

Thinking of Arthur Morgan’s reaction to you birthing his little girl. It’s a surprise, naturally, given the time period. He isn’t disappointed by any means – God, no. He considers himself a blessed man as long as the little one looks like you. He’s concerned. Terrified of the world his little girl will have to live in, of the hardships she will be forced to face.

It isn’t something he’s thought of in such depth before. Sure, he’s had conversations with the women at camp -  he’s not naïve. Prejudices never even made logical sense to him.

Arthur, who didn’t bat an eye when Mary Beth told him she wanted to be a writer. He got her that pen without thinking twice because why shouldn’t women be able to write? Ain’t they people just like everyone else?

Arthur, who didn’t question Tilly for a second when finding out she killed that Foreman. He was told the asshole deserved it and sided with her in a heartbeat, assuming she had acted in self-defense. He would speak to her like a friend, too. Not like she was some inferior woman.

Arthur, who considered marrying Abigail when John left, because no woman should be shunned for being an unwed mother when it’s a deadbeat man who left in the first place. He always thought John took her for granted.

Arthur, who was always in awe of Sadie’s raw courage and determination, and who didn’t question her lead when she asked him to come along on her escapades. A good idea is a good idea, and a good shot is a good shot, no matter whom it comes from. She was a better fighter than most of the men in the gang, anyway.

Arthur, who saw Karen’s femininity as a strength rather than a weakness. She was clever and ambitious. She knew how people perceived her and used that to pull off outrageous heists. Plus, she wasn’t half bad with a shotgun. He never thought anything about her was weak.

Arthur, who despite enjoying teasing her, noticed everything Susan did for the camp. It secretly irritated him when he heard the others whining at her when she asked them to do chores because he knew the place would’ve fallen apart within days if it weren’t for her leadership.

Arthur, who immediately discerned when Molly started acting off. He checked in on her even when the rest of the camp villainized her as this spoiled, ungrateful girl. Sure, she had made mistakes, but most of the men had done worse.

A wave of dread washes over him as he admires his daughter, her little fingers wrapping around his finger, and he feels sick. He shouldn’t feel like this. He should be overcome with joy. Well, he is, but his upbringing will never allow him to be immersed in a moment without thinking of the harsh realities surrounding it. He looks at you and the fragile baby bundled in your arms. His whole world sits in the bed before him. Everyone and everything he values most in this miserable world – are women. Women who have and who will inevitably be mistreated and underestimated, despite having the power to create literal life. Despite being ten times more rational, intelligent, and kinder than almost all the men he’s known even with the challenges thrown at them. He makes a vow to himself the minute his daughter is born. A vow that he’ll never let anything happen to her or you as he did Eliza and Isaac. He’s never known his purpose in life, but from that moment on, he knows exactly why he was put on this earth – to care for the two of you, his family.

Arthur, who overheard how Micah would speak to and of the women at camp, and never so much as entertained his delusions.

Arthur, who always offers a hand to help women off or on their horses and wagons.

Arthur, who excuses himself when he bumps into women, as opposed to telling off men when he does them.

Arthur, who rides around Rhodes some weeks after your daughter was born, searching for any women he might recognize from the suffrage protest he crashed with Beau all that time ago.

Arthur, who stops in his tracks when he hears the voice of the woman in Saint-Denis who pickets for her voting rights – the same voice he’s heard twenty times before, but it feels different now. He drops a few bills into her hat because he’s never been a particularly political man, but he’ll be damned if his daughter doesn’t get a say in the kind of world she’ll live in when the time comes.

And you can be sure he’ll teach her how to handle a firearm when she’s older. It brings back unpleasant memories, and he wishes for a better life for her than what he had, of course, but he knows the type of men there are out there. Hell, he used to run with them.

Arthur, who sees the two of you as his redemption.

He doesn’t know how he’s been handed such goodness. Surely, he was undeserving after everything he’s done? But every time he lays eyes on his precious baby girl, he grants himself a smidge of forgiveness. Something all bad couldn’t produce something so perfect, right?

He listens to her babbles and he can’t understand a thing. He thinks back on every good thing he’s ruined in his life – he’s a destructive man. He destroys everything he touches, but his baby reaches out to him with a sleepy smile and the utmost trust. When she looks at him, she sees her father, not a killer but rather safety, not the blood of every man he’s killed but a warm embrace. She’s his, not in the sense of Mr. Gillis treating Mary like his property, but in the sense that he now has the privilege of having the responsibility to love, protect, and care for this angel of a being.

He's scared shitless. His father hadn’t stuck around much, but he’s determined to be the best version of himself for his little girl. He would never leave like his dad did. He would never give up on her as Dutch did him. He would teach her to be clever and to think on her toes, like Hosea did – without all the deception, of course.

Arthur, who starts a second journal to write solely about his girl, just to have something to leave her when the time comes. Until then, she’ll never know how good of a writer her father was.

He would gladly be a soldier one last time. One last time to give you and his daughter the life you deserve.