#shift codes

[dragonotaku-justineverything]

Bunch of Shift Codes for Borderlands series that I thought I'd Share after typing them all down myself.

These are just a bunch of shift codes to use in different Borderlands games for free golden/diamond keys or special guns. I typed them all down to make entering them easier for myself, but I thought to share them with all of you as well because some people don't know they give out codes like these all the time on Gearbox's social medias every so often but the last month or two they gave out like 25 of them.

You can apply them in the corresponding game themselves or at http://shift.gearbox.com.

They're only valid until October 31 at Midnight!

3 Golden keys - For Borderlands: GotY Edition, Borderlands 2, Borderlands: The Pre-Sequel, and Borderlands 3

XFXJB-3BBJT-B3BJB-3JJ3B-F5X96

Diamond Key - Borderlands 3

K9C3J-3TFBF-K9JFC-Z33T3-9HJH9

Conference Call (Legendary Hyperion Shotgun) - Borderland 2

KTC3J-TZH93-6TF3Z-T3TJB-TCFKH

Heartbreaker (Shotgun) - Borderlands: The Pre-Sequel

KKK3J-T53K3-HZB6T-JBJJ3-JSFJH

Hellwalker (Shotgun) - Borderlands 3

59CTB-CBxtf-59bf5-sbtbb-zffzs

3 Golden Keys - Borderlands, Borderlands 2, Borderlands: The Pre-Sequel

6RRBJ-C33BT-BJJ3T-J3TJ3-SHC5B

Diamond Key - Borderlands 3

C9WTT-6JXTR-WS3RW-H3TTJ-HFWS9

TK’S Wave (Shotgun) - Borderlands

KTC3J-TXB39-5TF3Z-T3TJB-TCFBX

Lady Finger (Pistol) - Borderlands

 CTKJB-KFTJ9-CJXJS-3TB3J-3ZC6C

Unkempt Harold (Pistol) - Borderlands 2

CTKJB-KHZS3-FJXJS-3TB3J-3ZCKF

Hellshock (Pistol), 4 Golden Keys, AND a Diamond Key - Borderlands 3

CS5TJ-HJXB6-WSTRC-Z3T3J-W5TTZ

Maggie (Pistol) - Borderlands: The Pre-Sequel

CWK33-5K3C3-99BXJ-3TB3B-C5SWB

3 Golden Keys - Borderlands, Borderlands 2, and Borderlands: The Pre-Sequel

FRRJT-FJ3BB-BBJB3-TJTBT-B9B65

Diamond Key - Borderlands 3

W953J-FCFBF-C936K-9TTBJ-WFXWK

Volcano (Sniper) - Borderlands 2

CTWTB-X9ZHB-XBXT9-B3JTJ-3JKW6

Elephant Gun (Sniper) - Borderlands

CTWTB-X6TBH-WBXT9-B3JTJ-3JKS5

Skullsmasher (Sniper) - Borderlands: The Pre-Sequel

KKK3B-X535J-9S363-BBJJ3-SH53T

Lyuda (Assault Rifle) - Borderlands 3

WS5BJ-H56BR-C9JFK-ZB3J3-XCXHR

3 Golden Keys - Borderlands, Borderlands 2, and Borderlands: The Pre-Sequel

RR6TT-SBJ3T-BBJJJ-TBJ33-FTBFX

Diamond Key - Borderlands 3

5H5JB-B6X3F-5SJRW-ZBBTB-9W5JX

The Sentinel (Assault Rifle) - Borderlands

CTWBT-Z6JJS-CBRJ9-3TJJJ-ZX3CK

Shredifier (Assault Rifle) - Borderlands 2

5TC3B-J33TW-63R3S-JJ3JT-K6TCF

Hammerbuster II (Assault Rifle) - Borderlands: The Pre-Sequel

WCCB3-SCTK3-SZ3XB-3B3JB-5CFRS

Rowan’s Call (Assault Rifle) - Borderlands 3

KZWTB-KXR36-WZJ65-ZT3BT-563ZF

3 Golden Keys - Borderlands, Borderlands 2, and Borderlands: The Pre-Sequel

RRRJT-B5TB3-J3JBJ-BJJJB-WTHSS

Diamond Key - Borderlands 3

WSK3T-06XFJF-5STRC-9TJJJ-BBTXR

If any of them don't work, double check the code on one of Gearbox's Social Medias.

FYI I'll be deleting this after Halloween.

[shepscapades]

[Set in Mid-Late Hermitcraft Season 8]

In which we learn a little something about Cub, a little something about Doc, and a little something about Xisuma.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Council of lovefools.

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[howlsofbloodhounds]

this may sound a little strange but when it comes to the utmv fandom and in universe meta aware characters interacting with ones who aren’t aware, I like to approach it more from like a religious or spiritual belief standpoint. so like, to others, characters like killer and ink seem either really religious or spiritual (ink) or really superstitious/religious/indoctrinated (killer). ink believes in creators, but to killer, those creators are actually more like players.

[riaki]

guys pls consider… lifeguard!gojo bit inspired by a post i saw a long time ago from @/shotorus, thank u sel + inez !

lifeguard!gojo, who signs you in for a pool session and gives you the wrong time-slot wristband because he’s too busy gawking at you with hearts in his blue eyes to notice he registered you to swim for 12pm-2pm. when, in reality, it’s 4pm in the afternoon and the hot sun is slowly sinking in the sky.

lifeguard!gojo, who mistakes your polite attempts to correct him as signs of disinterest; he sees things through romance-tinted glasses. of course he can't keep a wounded pride, and so he makes it his saturday afternoon goal to win your heart. after all, who in their right mind would reject him in all his dashing chlorine scented glory?

lifeguard!gojo, who reintroduces himself all suave and cool and he thinks it's working mid-hair slick-back— until he gets smacked in the face by a stray rubber ball, and his sunglasses go flying. it leaves a red spot of hashmarks on his nose, like the ball was a cookie cutter and he was the dough. but he doesn't mind, because he got to hear your pretty laugh as you pick up his shades and hand them back to him, albeit at his own expense. you even say a cute thing or two about the chipped popsicle sticker on the frame.

lifeguard!gojo, who's unreasonably (and immaturely) upset over the fact he can't seductively rub sunscreen into your back because you already have beforehand. but he's not complaining; it smells good when he's forced a little closer to you to avoid a rampaging train of kids running across the pool deck. he should yell at them, but the smell of summery citrus and sea salt wafting on the humid breeze distracts him.

lifeguard!gojo, who pours every ounce of his remaining energy into gettin your attention the entire time you're there— with loud whistle blows from the scribble-adorned plastic whistle hanging from his neck, grabbing your attention, only to just offer a charming wink in your direction. or, squeezing idle small talk between every lap you swim, teasing you with a lazy grin on his lips from under his shaded lifeguard stand when you complain about the heat of the blazing sun.

lifeguard!gojo, who ropes his poor, exhausted snack stand friend with the blonde hair and dark shadows beneath his eyes into helping him— when you give up on swimming laps and begrudgingly let him convince you into going down the waterslides as if you’re a nine year old with neon pink inflatable buoy rings around your arms.

lifeguard!gojo, who forces nanami (snack stand man) to ‘accidentally’ send you down the slide early— you’re caught up in the surprise, the sound of rushing water and kids shouting and a cicada’s buzz filling your ears— and before you know it you’re tossed into the bottom of the pool by the stream of water, disoriented and panicking until two steady arms fish you out of the pool.

lifeguard!gojo, who ‘rescues you from drowning’ holding you bridal style to his chest with his sunglasses balanced on the edge of his nose, letting you catch a glimpse of his uncanny blue eyes hidden beneath his dripping white hair. his whistle lanyard hangs loosely around his neck, drawing a line down the center of his toned chest.

lifeguard!gojo, who can’t help but double over as he laughs obnoxiously— boyishly when he gets to watch your face flush cherry as you scramble to get out of his arms and fall straight back into the refreshing water with a splash.

lifeguard!gojo, who’s forced to reconcile with what he thinks is defeat when he gets you kicked out of the pool early because of his earnest registering mistake— and in doing so, you forget your ring on the pool deck. it's just your luck— you don't even realize it until the sun's almost set and you’re halfway home.

lifeguard!gojo, who’s cleaning up and getting ready to close for the night when he spots a gleam of silver reflecting the hazy purple sunset, and he recognizes it as your jewelry (even though that was the first time he ever met you). of course he'd remember it— he'd been absentmindedly staring at your fingers, burning them into his mind; imagining how they'd feel in his damp hair.

lifeguard!gojo, who slips your ring into his pocket after trying it on and marveling at how small your hands must be in comparison to his.

lifeguard!gojo, who’s cleaning out the gutters, waist deep in the pool, when he hears your voice again— pretty like birdsong in the spring, dew gathering on the fragile petals of blooming petals.

lifeguard!gojo, who waits for you to come in— the gate was unlocked— and watches as you kneel on the concrete deck, elbows on your knees as you smile down at him. you look really cute, with your hair falling over your face like that, framed by the dying sunlight.

lifeguard!gojo, who’s a little disheartened when you tell him all you came back for was your ring, and not him. or his phone number.

lifeguard!gojo, who disappears beneath the water for a moment— then resurfaces from the pool dripping wet, hair clinging to his face while he acts as though he'd found your ring at the bottom of the pool. "it's stainless steel, yeah? don't worry about rust." he reassures you with a chuckle when you panic; he thinks it's cute.

lifeguard!gojo, who holds the ring just out of your grasp when you make a grab for it, laughing as you almost fall right into the pool.

lifeguard!gojo, who tells you he'll only give it back if you give him your phone number in exchange as he climbs out of the pool and sits next to you, on the gutters, the sound of rushing water filling his ear.

lifeguard!gojo, who, sitting by your side, focuses on the way the pool looks with the lights turned on, an ethereal underwater dreamscape distorted by the incessant moving water. a way of distracting himself from how beautiful you look in the painted sunset.

lifeguard!gojo, who gets his first taste of you when you ask him to face you; you muffle his yelp of surprise, but it doesn’t matter because you taste even better than you smell, a sweetness like crystal rock candy and blueberries on his tongue when his lips meet yours.

lifeguard!gojo, who takes the opportunity to catch your wrist and slide your ring back onto your finger with a quick lingering kiss to your cheek; his lips are a little wet from his earlier pool dip, but the dreamy look in your eyes tells him you don’t mind.

lifeguard!gojo, who sees you out, still riding on the thrill of your lips; the pride in his chest now that he's got your contact saved on his phone with an excessive amount of heart emojis and a (˘ڡ˘ς) next to your name.

lifeguard!gojo, who can't wait for the next time you come back to the pool, and who ignores the angry slew of texts from his boss scolding him for leaving the gate unlocked in favor of the selfie you send him.

you: [ one image attached ]

lifeguard boy 🛟🤍 : GAYATTTTT LET ME HIT PLSPLSPLSS 🙈🙈😝😝😝😋😋🤞🔥🔥🔥⁉️‼️🔞💯💯😼😻💺💺🗽

bonus: nanami gets u two popsicles to share tagging @sugumimi NAOMI I HOPE THIS IS WHAT U WERE TALKING AB my (riaki) stuff. don’t repost and/or plagiarize !

[flamebloom]

pretty patties yknow

[1doesnotsimplyhavejust1fandam]

Need an acknowledgement after Buddie goes canon of them having had latent or explicit feelings for each other for years. This isn’t a case of “oh, we were best friends for years and then one day we woke up and were in love.” This is a case of “we’ve been best friends for years, and we’ve been falling in love with each other since the day we met. We just didn’t understand it yet.” We’ve already had Buck’s realization that he’s bisexual, but his arc was chock-full of obliviousness to his attraction to Eddie, his feelings for Eddie, whose attention he actually wants. He still doesn’t really get it, but he gets that he likes men too, at least. Eddie is a whole other ball game. From the Catholic guilt to the toxic masculinity to the childhood emotional neglect to the pressure he keeps putting on himself to perform in relationships. He’s repressed as hell, and he isn’t to “I’m gay” yet, but we see hints of him understanding that how he feels might be a little different (his pause at “follow your heart, not Christopher’s” from Carla, his two talks with Bobby, admitting to performance anxiety on dates to the whole team, his talk with Buck about Marisol being an ex-nun, his acceptance that Ana and a ready-made family was the reason for his panic attack).

We know that the two of them are bad at identifying how they really feel, or at least allowing themselves to feel it. So, it makes way more sense for the show to admit that they’ve had romantic feelings for each other for years, rather than trying to convince the audience that what we’ve been watching these past seven seasons isn’t a product of two characters’ struggles with their identity and relationships. And while I’d be satisfied with a light-hearted snark from Hen or Chim about how they’ve been seeing it for years, I’d be so much happier with a full circle moment of the boys actually fully knowing themselves, acknowledging that they were never just best friends, they just didn’t understand it yet. It would show their series-long growth, as well as being an enormous tip of the hat to the audience. Because we aren’t misinterpreting it. We’re reading the queer-coding directly from the show, yes through subtext of course, but also the literal text. There have been so many moments deserving of acknowledgement in this regard, and I would hate for Buddie to go canon without it being clarified that those moments were exactly as queer and/or romantic as we thought.

[toadlessgirl]

when you guys said Interview with the Vampire was good I thought you meant like 'horny campy melodrama' good, not 'prestige television 2x5 may be the single best tv episode i've ever seen everyone involved in this deserves an Emmy HOLY SHIT' good

[dark-elf-writes]

Monsters: Percy Jackson hasn’t been seen in six months. We can only assume he’s finally dead.

Percy Jackson with 1.5 memories, actively stealing a cop car: He has risen, Babygirl

Monsters: FUCK

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

(i love you, i love you (kill me in the morning) ; bonus part)

kenjaku rests on a tatami mat, admiring the ephemeral glow of the starry sky.

it’s a sight to behold, truly: the infinity within it, blooming endlessly across the milky way, before his very eyes. that swirling of indigo and pure white. endless possibilities, just out of reach — so close he can almost reach out and touch them, feel them glide across the skin of his fingertips.

slowly and sweetly, savouring the cold air, he ponders. legs crossed, hair swaying gently in the summer breeze; about this, and about that. about a plan that’s been resting in the back of his mind for thousands of years.

he wonders if there is any way you could be of use to him. 

without too much contemplation needed, he decides that there isn’t. that nothing about you could benefit his goal, that there’s nothing your presence could possibly accomplish. that you have no place, in the world he resides in, no place in the narrative of the story he is crafting. no place in the clash between curses and sorcerers and everything in between.

(and kenjaku understands, without needing to peek into his host’s memories, that perhaps that is exactly why suguru geto loved you.)

he goes to visit you, anyway. just for the fun of it, just to satisfy the ingrained urge his body has to do so. and it’s fascinating, it truly is — the fondness that sprouts in the confines of his chest when his eyes meet yours. a childhood muscle memory, one this body could never fully rid itself of. 

it is nothing short of horrified, the expression on your face; you look like you could pass out any second, and kenjaku finds it just a little bit amusing. 

but he bites back a laugh, and his lips curl up into a smile. not the smile of a people-pleaser, nor the smile of a liar, but the smile of something rather monstrous.

kenjaku does not think you will figure him out. he does not think it possible. how could you possibly? with such miniscule cursed energy, without any concept of the soul? 

and yet you do.

you tell him that he isn’t suguru geto, and you’re absolutely right. and now, kenjaku is maybe just the slightest bit intrigued.

(how strange. how amusing.

is there really no limit to what love can accomplish?)

eyes shining with barely contained, gleeful curiosity, he takes a step forward, and you call out for a dead man. a ghost. kenjaku does not expect anything to happen, because how could it?

— a hand comes up to squeeze at his throat.

it is a firm grip, with strangulation as its intended purpose. a lethal kind of ferocity. almost desperate, primal, like a mother wolf protecting her cub; the pads of his lithe fingers press into the sides of his own esophagus, and prevent any air from entering his lungs. those chipped nails dig into his pale skin, vicious and ruthless, hard enough to draw blood.

it is violent, it is gritty, it is devoted. an instinct of the body, as natural as the beating of a heart.

kenjaku can’t help it — he chokes on a laugh, as suguru’s hand curls around his throat. within the vice grip lies an old promise, molded into the very fabric of his being. a promise that transcends death.

he’ll protect you forever. 

kenjaku smiles, all teeth. drool dribbling down his chin, neck bruised and bloodied. pondering; about this, and about that. about two children by a dusty summer creek.

(no matter what, huh?

— such a fool.)

[dejwrld]

✿༉ reader core in upcoming shunsui kyoraku fic, back at your door

[krongulous]

Hello again borderlands tumblr, yet again gearbox have completely left you guys in the dark when it comes to free loot by administering shift codes a lot of you can’t see cause a good lot of you don’t use twitter, how fun

Anyway, here’s all of them for now, will update if more appear

[majorasnightmare]

picture: youre one of the origin companions. the guy youve bullied into leading the party cuz you cant be assed to talk to all the npcs has severe mental health issues and is a twitchy knife happy mess on a good day. hes rocking a minimum +4, plus proficiency to all of his charisma checks but the main thing youve seen him use his stacked stats for is convincingly telling people hes going to eat their organs with such zeal they piss themselves and scamper off before you even get to the bloodletting, with an exception where you saw him convince three seperate people it was in their best interests to paint their brains all over a wall. in general his modus operandi seems to be finding the most agreeable and morally acceptable fashion to kill as many people as physically possible, and to this end he has confidently picked fights with every authority figure he encounters, up to and including several actual gods. you find out that not only is he deeply fucked in the head, he actually successfully led a death cult as his primary career for years on end, and furthermore is the entire reason your in your current mess in the first place because his end goal was total death of all life.

about a week after these revelations, youre forced by circumstance to uncover the business front hiding his former death cult and discover that the serial killing cannibal cult leader can flawlessly pass as a Target Cashier

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Advanced Hall Monitor Technique: Go To Detention

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[breezypunk]

Obsessing over the fact I have given Maggie such a variety of style. One moment she's dressed like she's headed to totentanz, the next it's retro, than it's tomboy, and in the same night gets all dolled up in her favorite mini dress to visit her girlfriend at work ;} (But the boots stay on no matter what)

[birdiesflying]

Looking through the recent posts on the Millard Nullings tag and it’s just all posts from people being like “is Millard autistic” LMAO