8th annual nick valentine post! fallout 4 npcs Love sitting. they'll see a chair and ask "is anyone gonna sit here" and not wait for an answer. its like nick is on a personal quest to sit in every chair in the commonwealth. if he sees a chair its on sight
its because his joints are bad, obviously. he's like 140
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another unfinished art dump
👁️👁️ *COUGHING INTENSIFIES*
TW! pov: he's sitting on us and choking us? It's not graphic at all and looks really unfinished, but, still, I thought that I should add a TW. I won't finish this ever, choosing to see this weird thing is on you, little freaks!
Ok here we go
Pov: you didn't give him kromer (jk, no, he's a good guy, he wouldn't do that. Not canon, guys, not canon)
A (supposedly) clearer depiction of what the heck is happening here: (+ ooh the hand)
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I am FULL of SHAME!
⚰️*falls into a coffin dramatically*
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but fr outside of my contracted madness i absolutely refuse to give joe alwyn gold rush like how is that song at all related to their relationship the lyrics clearly spell out a relationship that either never existed or only existed in implication and fantasies and maybe-maybe nots and its so bitter and yet desperately soft in the bridge where it almost projects a sense of envy, of wanting to be them as much as you want them. It continues an interesting oft ignored lyrical trend of taylor wanting just as much to be her lover as to have them, envying their easy charisma (you were flush with the currency of cool/i was always turning out my pockets) or quiet dignity (your integrity makes me seem small) dating back to her earliest songs (the kind of flawless i wish i could be). Theres a projected self hatred and yearning to be better that twists itself into both romantic and sexual lust for her partners thats so fascinating and speaks to how all of her songs regardless of who theyre about are also an act of self reflection on who she is and who she wishes to be.
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Always good when there's another new science experiment with Totally Normal And Usual Research Equipment
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slip through your teeth · 5,914 words
Both hands on Logan’s body, Oscar licks a broad stripe up the center of his chest, tongue flat to his sternum. When he reaches the space between Logan’s collarbones, he stops, and in a brief moment of clear-headedness, says, “That was weird.”
“It was hot,” Logan corrects. Oscar can’t look at his face. Instead, he's staring at his chest, at the rise and fall of it when he breathes. He wants to hide in the narrow space just beside his beating heart.
hello... merry christmas? i think? this is not a christmas fic at all more like some nonsense i just happened to finish Right Now. umm if anyone recalls my fic liminal space here is another exercise in nothing that involves loscar being high and freaky. again. it is legally a sequel this is a series now bc my finger slipped or something enjoy another 5k words of established oscar and logan recreationally using drugs in dorm rooms
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