Fallout: New Vegas + Locations

you're grabbing lunch with a nice man and he gives you that strange grimace-smile that's popular right now; an almost sardonic "twist" of his mouth while he looks literally down on you. it looks like he practiced the move as he leans back, arms folded. he just finished reciting the details of NFTs to you and explaining Oppenheimer even though he only watched a youtube about it and hasn't actually seen it. you are at the bottom of your wine glass.

you ask the man across from you if he has siblings, desperately looking for a topic. literally anything else.

he says i don't like small talk. and then he smiles again, watching you.

a few years ago, you probably would have said you're above celebrity gossip, but honestly, you've been kind of enjoying the dumb shit of it these days. with the rest of the earth burning, there's something familiar and banal about dragging ariana grande through the mud. you think about jeanette mccurdy, who has often times gently warned the world she's not as nice as she appears. you liked i'm glad my mom died but it made you cry a lot.

he doesn't like small talk, figure out something to say.

you want to talk about responsibility, and how ariana grande is only like 6 days older than you are - which means she just turned 30 and still dresses and acts like a 13 year old, but like sexy. there's something in there about the whole thing - about insecurity, and never growing up, and being sexualized from a young age.

people have been saying that gay people are groomers. like, that's something that's come back into the public. you have even said yourself that it's just ... easier to date men sometimes. you would identify as whatever the opposite of "heteroflexible" is, but here you are again, across from a man. you like every woman, and 3 people on tv. and not this guy. but you're trying. your mother is worried about you. she thinks it's not okay you're single. and honestly this guy was better before you met, back when you were just texting.

wait, shit. are you doing the same thing as ariana grande? are you looking for male validation in order to appease some internalized promise of heteronormativity? do you conform to the idea that your happiness must result in heterosexuality? do you believe that you can resolve your internal loneliness by being accepted into the patriarchy? is there a reason dating men is easier? why are you so scared of fucking it up with women? why don't you reach out to more of them? you have a good sense of humor and a big ol' brain, you could have done a better job at online dating.

also. jesus christ. why can't you just get a drink with somebody without your internal feminism meter pinging. although - in your favor (and judgement aside) in the case of your ariana grande deposition: you have been in enough therapy you probably wouldn't date anyone who had just broken up with their wife of many years (and who has a young child). you'd be like - maybe take some personal time before you begin this journey. like, grande has been on broadway, you'd think she would have heard of the plot of hamlet.

he leans forward and taps two fingers to the table. "i'm not, like an andrew tate guy," he's saying, "but i do think partnership is about two people knowing their place. i like order."

you knew it was going to be hard. being non-straight in any particular way is like, always hard. these days you kind of like answering the question what's your sexuality? with a shrug and a smile - it's fine - is your most common response. like they asked you how your life is going and not to reveal your identity. you like not being straight. you like kissing girls. some days you know you're into men, and sometimes you're sitting across from a man, and you're thinking about the power of compulsory heterosexuality. are you into men, or are you just into the safety that comes from being seen with them? after all, everyone knows you're failing in life unless you have a husband. it almost feels like a gradebook - people see "straight married" as being "all A's", and anything else even vaguely noncompliant as being ... like you dropped out of the school system. you cannot just ignore years of that kind of conditioning, of course you like attention from men.

"so let's talk boundaries." he orders more wine for you, gesturing with one hand like he's rousing an orchestra. sir, this is a fucking chain restaurant. "I am not gonna date someone who still has male friends. also, i don't care about your little friends, i care about me. whatever stupid girls night things - those are lower priority. if i want you there, you're there."

he wasn't like this over text, right? you wouldn't have been even in the building if he was like this. you squint at him. in another version of yourself, you'd be running. you'd just get up and go. that's what happens on the internet - people get annoyed, and they just leave. you are locked in place, almost frozen. you need to go to the bathroom and text someone to call you so you have an excuse, like it's rude to just-leave. like he already kind of owns you. rudeness implies a power paradigm, though. see, even your social anxiety allows the patriarchy to get to you.

you take a sip of the new glass of wine. maybe this will be a funny story. maybe you can write about it on your blog. maybe you can meet ariana grande and ask her if she just maybe needs to take some time to sit and think about her happiness and how she measures her own success.

is this settling down? is this all that's left in your dating pool? just accepting that someone will eventually love you, and you have to stop being picky about who "makes" you a wife?

you look down to your hand, clutching the knife.

𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐈𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬... [♡]

@inhcritance liked for a starter! (clone-ish shenanigans!!)

Harry Osborn is no stranger to waking up in strangely familiar places, whether that's the bed of the random person he went home with the night before, or, more recently, his bed -- in another universe. Somehow, he can always tell he's not in his home universe just by the way the sheets feel. Sometimes, they're a nice silk, othertimes an annoying microfiber cotton.

And, unfortunately, today is one of those days where he wakes up in a bed that something in him tells him is his, but not. He just hope this universe's Harry is, for lack of better words, living.

The ones where he's not are always harder to be in. He's a walking corpse in his own universe thanks to the botched Spider-Serum he'd attempted to make, but sometimes it's worse when that's literal.

He also hopes that he's not, well, currently dating someone. That'll make things awfully awkward.

"At least I'm not made of paint," he says.

Getting close to the end of spoopy month so here’s an extra witchy Magnus!

I couldn’t resist sneaking some Malec things into the background, can you spot them all? ;)

Answers here!

Version without the background under the cut

artfight card and team-sonas for me and my sibling @luna-the-shooting-star! 💖❤️

i will return on tumblr soon bcs i'm graduating hs soon and acads r done so i have a Lot of time on my hands for now Anyway can i just say am very proud of myself. got into the Top 1 school in my country, top campus, and a vv competitive stem course. yay 😁💝💘❤️‍🔥✨

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sunflower and sunshine (a holiday gift to my friend <3)

Not to be a total nerd, but I was wondering if anyone else noticed a pattern to Vernon's lyricism . . .?? Trauma, Two Minus One and Black Eye make me chuckle (in like a good way lol) because they all have one thing in common despite the years in between certain songs:

In Trauma, his part touches on the isolation he felt as a half-Korean, half-American kid and how no one quite understood him in that period of his life. Because no one understood him, he kept to himself as exemplified by: "I'll just be alone like this/I don't know what to do (What to do, what to do) except for this/Stuffing ear with earphone with the volume increase/I don't wanna be alone, 'cause I don't want to forget/I'ma sing this song anybody listening?"

Two Minus One basically talks about how you're fine after a break up and don't need the other person to feel whole, but it ends with: "I'm super fine/I don't need you anymore/Don't need you anymore/I need you."

And Black Eye is about pushing away people because you enjoy(?) and want to drown in your sadness/anger at the world, but it ends with: "Turn my back and shut the door/Knock, knock/Is there anybody out there?"

The desire to portray a bold and independent face for the world, yet deep down at the end of the day, you still look back and wonder if there is anyone to lean on during these turbulent times. The desire to trust, but also the innate nature after being hurt by the world to hold back. It's so . . . I dunno . . . heartwrenching?

sometimes i feel like sharing more project diva recordings for songs that I find super challenging/fun but idk if anyone really even cares about that game as much as I do lol

Month 4, day 25

I DID A THING!!! :D :D :D

Yes that is "A Shiny, Shiny, Bright and New Cipal," it fit too good and I didn't even plan it that way :P

so i don't really post many actual life updates on the internet these days but. one of the reasons i've been so stressed recently is because it turns out that, due to Reasons, living here [germany] isn't going to work out and i do in fact need to return to the us later this month. so. that's been going on.

Humble beginnings...

They grew up so fast lol

extremely thrilled to b bringing you the yeehaw trilogy today 🤠🖤🎶

i am infertile from eating scented candles. the