#victorious memes

[zirael189]

Jade: If I must stoop to such lows as love, then at least my future partner must be cold, calculating, intelligent, succesful and organized.

Tori: *Steps on a caterpillar and proceeds to drop on her knees and sob while apologizing profusely*

Jade: That one. For some terrible reason, I want that one.

[vic-tori-ous]

Andre's just the best

[victorious-incorrect-quotes]

I love that Tori is: "The Lesbian one". Hahahahaha.

Obsessed with them tbh

[cheekinpermission]

Trying to convince everyone that Leona is Erin (my Yuu) like:

Basically twins

[shyjusticewarrior]

Red Hood Incorrect Quotes Pt 17

Jason: I can't girlboss without my fucking coffee!!

Jason: Google, stop showing me sex ads! I know there are desperate sluts in the area; I have a mirror!

Tim: She can be critical.

Jason: That’s okay. I take criticism really well.

Tim: No, you don’t.

Jason: What’s that supposed to mean?!

Tim: Just that you don’t take criticism very well!

Jason: Why don’t you just kick me in the face?!

[thoschyuri]

hey girl you're so sexy don't fall victim to a god complex noooo

[manic-pixie-sceneboy]

traumatizing!

[kingofsalmonids]

[captainjonnitkessler]

Temeraire: They told me Laurence was dead so I made myself commander of a guerilla strike force of wild dragons, pressed a bunch of citizens into service and started attacking the French

Roland: Why

Temeraire: He's like 85% of my impulse control

[mellowdisko]

thinking, thinking about this so hard im going to throw up:

Prospector Saloon, so quiet so dim; Courier Six seated at the bar, flipping through a magazine, Trudy cleaning wine glasses, both complaining about the weather. Courier Six with his hand-me-down boots, holding a Varmint rifle, an old gift from an old friend, hunting geckos and coyotes. Courier Six, watching windmills spin in the distance, sitting on his own grave, smoking over it like that checkered-coated man did years ago. In his fuzzy daydreams, in his restless nights sometimes he sees him: in dusty memories so distant, so ancient now.

Courier Six, touching the small scar on his forehead, smiling with a mouth full of yellowed teeth.

Courier Six, who has only heard of the Legion in campfire stories, Courier Six who changes stations when the news sing about that antebellum giant held in Legion hands. Old World far away, unknown and redundant; Hoover Dam painted in crimson, so what?

Courier Six who does not know, who does not care about the bones of the Republic displayed on crosses, the martyrs buried in the sand, all that was lost, all that could have been- Courier Six who does not know because Trudy's beer is cold enough, the water is clean enough, home comfortable enough. Doc Mitchell holds ice over his bruises after a long day and his bed is warm in the afternoon. He watches from his window, his fate asleep, nothing but lone and level sand to be seen, streching for miles and miles, the wasteland resting soundlessly under the lazy autumn sun.

Courier Six in Goodsprings, small and familiar world, hunting geckos and coyotes. Courier Six in Goodsprings, holding an old friend's gift.

He, the nomad who has finally come home. He, who have doomed Mojave with his passivity, his absence. He, growing old in ignorance.

Sometimes, a familiar voice crackles through the saloon's radio, telling tales of a dam bathed in crimson hues, of a war long lost. Tales of twelve-year-old desert boys wearing uniforms too big for them, of bloodstains on the walls of Californian clinics, of red-clad soldiers dying in their twenties for a man who has burned their futures so that his own torch could blaze over New Vegas.

But Courier Six in his little hut, his little town... A simple life of a simple man closing his eyes under a starless sky and into a dreamless night.

[justlous-art]

they're friends tho I swear

[the-slap-updates]

[karuminasan]

Haru’s design … 🧑‍🦯‍➡️

The base on twt :

[undead-knick-knack]

This really is the vibe right now

[jojo-schmo]

[The Forgotten Land Roleswap: Chapter 2, 62]

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