fat out man

  • companion: sole is the most bravest, strongest, and kindest person i know. they wouldn't hurt anyone without reason or for the fun of it; their heart is in the right place.
  • player: [pulls out a fat-man and quicksaves before planning to slaughter own settlement] did you say something, i didnt catch it

anonymous asked:

Your comment on HotDogDevilTheBadAnimator reminded me of a personal experience I had with him. I added him on steam years ago, and he invited me to play TF2. Immediately in the lobby, he and his friend started hurling racial and homophobic slurs at me. Like, literally fucking immediately without me even saying anything. It was wild. I didn't realize he was a shitlord until that very instant for some reason.

that sounds about accurate

it always confuses me when superman gets drawn burlier than batman. i mean we dance around it but superman is basically super strong due to space magic. he could be a weedy lil string bean and he’d still be able to lift a bus. i’m not saying the muscles don’t help, or that he doesn’t probably have magic space muscles. i’m just saying, all of batman’s strength is muscle-dependant. he has no space magics. in my head he is the more burly of the two just out of necessity. i know he’s kind of got the gymnast thing going on but like. i imagine bruce wayne as more barrel-y and clark kent as more dorito-y. i don’t know why i’m telling you this except that i’m dealing with the realization that this is not the standard assumption.

havesomemercy  asked:

Hey, I've noticed in your Snapchats that you have an Alienware laptop (I believe?). Do you like it? Is it frustrating to use at all for everyday use? I'm shopping around for gaming laptops right now and would like to get people's opinions on ones they have ^_^

I LOVEE IITTT!!!  I have a custom Alienware Mx14r.  ITS AN OLD baby. I’ve had it since 2009. And it keeps on trucking. 

I love alienware laptops for everyday uses because, if it can run CRYSIS is can definitely run photoshop. No problem. Gaming laptops are great not just for gaming (I ran DA1, skyrim, and overwatch on it, all with HD graphics or mods) but because gaming takes such a heavy setup you know it can do other stuff fine. Like video or photo editing or even uploading and downloading mutiple shit. 

And Alienwares/Dells come with a 5 yr warranty. So literally all my repairs on it (and there were a lot that first 5 yrs. I had the guts taken out and replaced twice, and the fan) were FREE. It was awesome. For Alienware specifically, they have local technicions that come out to your place and do the repairs right there.

I highly recommend it. 

Even custom, with i7 processor and a higher graphics card and ram, the whole thing was 850 bucks. 



Young Allen and Timcanpy

I saw a fat Timcanpy from somewhere in google and in tumblr and I tried it out. I admit, Tim looks cute with tiny wings. I was suppose to make it long but I already resized the canvas and the long wings will be cut.

The fat tiny wing timcanpy design credit to the artist (not me).

So... I got in a fight at the gym today.... (Personal)

As you may know, I am on week 5 of C25K. I went to the gym today to knock out day one which is 3 cycles of 5 minutes of running and 3 minutes of walking. This may be easy for for some, but is still a real struggle for me….

In any case, back to the story. I get to the gym about 6:30 am and get on a treadmill for my warm-up. Some guy I recognize but don’t know gets on a treadmill beside me. He kind of gives me a look over but I ignore him and start my run. 

I am about 3 minutes into the first run interval and catch him looking over at me with a snide look on his face. 

Him: “Nice” (Shakes head)

Me: (Thinking) Ignore him - keep running

90 seconds pass and I start getting sweaty. It takes a lot of energy to keep this big body moving. 

Him: "Why are you doing this? You know you can’t finish it.“

Me: (Thinking) Did he really just say that? 

Him: "You really shouldn’t be here. We don’t want you here.”

Me: (Thinking) What!? Ignore him - keep running

He seems to have gotten his fill. I finish the first interval and enjoy my 3 min of walking in silence. The second interval starts up and I increase my pace. 

Him: “Watch out! Fat man running!”

I look around to see if anyone notices. Everyone is doing their own thing. They must see what is going on here, right? Why isn’t anyone saying anything? I would….wouldn’t I? Would you?

Me: (Thinking) Ignore him - keep running … keep running

3 minutes in and I am sweating hard and breathing harder. 

Him: "Better get out the defibrillator - old fat man is about to die!“(Laughs) 

Me: (Thinking) Ignore him - keep running … keep running

I somehow make it through the next 2 minutes and he stays quiet through the walk interval. I guess I am not as entertaining when I am walking. The final run interval starts and I get up to speed. 

Him: "Your parents were right. You are fat and worthless.”

Me: (Thinking) Don’t listen… Ignore him…. he is an idiot…. keep running … keep running

Him: “Oh… and you know what? You don’t really deserve your wife.”

Me: (Thinking) Ignore him - keep running … keep running

I struggle through my last few minutes… I feel a little beat down but am glad I finished.I don’t feel my usual elation at being done. I am tried.. my heart hurts but he is gone.. for now at least. 

I really wonder why I listen to those voices in my head. I would not tolerate it if someone actually talked to me like I talk to myself sometimes. 

It was a tough day but I made it and tomorrow will be better. 

Edit: Just to clarify - In this story, I am both “Him” and “Me”. I am my own worst bully, always have been.  Sorry if I mislead you… I was just trying to give a look inside my head when I am at a low point. 

Silver Tongue Pt.4

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of sex… and that’s all I think?

Word Count: 1,351

So I have accidentally become obsessed with writing fics… SO have part four lol!




A week. It had been a week since that horrible night. And a week since he had seen or heard from you. The first two days he spent waiting for you to waltz in the front doors and jump into his arms. The next three he spent in a rage. How dare you abandon him?! He thought while destroying the many priceless paintings that decorated the walls. Anger consumed him during those days as he dug himself into a darker hole then he was already in. The last two days of that week he spent sulking. He would lurk around his mansion and sigh loudly whenever he was around his henchmen. Hoping for them to ask if he was okay so he could shoot one of them. Unfortunately they had been taught better than that. Not to say he didn’t kill a few low level ones just for fun. Fun. That seemed like a foreign word to him now. Sure, he still laughed his wicked cackle all the time but it almost felt out of habit more than genuine pleasure. So here it was day seven and not so much as a peep from you. 

“That’s it! I’m comin to get cha!” He screamed out. 

Frost was happy for the week of recovery he had gotten. Because when he heard his boss man shout, he was ready to find his girl. He knew he’d need it.

You had spent the majority of the past week in your hotel. Either sitting in the hot tub in the cool night air watching the steam swirl up from the hot water into the sky. Or snuggled up by the lobby fireplace reading, and sometimes writing. The days didn’t drag on nor did they disappear. They simply just happened. You were curled up in the high backed chair that say facing the fireplace, watching the flames dance. Your phone was on your lap, you hadn’t been on it much only to occasionally see if J had texted you yet. He hadn’t. Staring at the fire you thought about when you would do this with J.

There was a giant fireplace in the bedroom you shared together. You often spent your winter nights lying on the bear skin rug that laid in front of the mantle.With your head resting on J’s chest, your naked bodies intertwined. J would tell you his favorite jokes, while he danced his fingers around on your back. Causing the two of you to burst into laughing fits, that would take a while to come down from. You would confide in him about your past. And he would promise to protect you from it. That was the first time you realized he cared for you more than anyone else. “Nothing’s going to harm you.” He had whispered into your ear, when had thought you dozed off. You nuzzled your head into his neck to get closer to him, and to also hide the enormous grin that spread across your face.

A smiled formed on your face as tears wet your eyes from thinking about the memory. It had take you seven days to swallow your ego and realize how much you missed your love. You picked up your phone ready to talk to him and see if he still even wanted you. You quickly typed out a text

‘I’m yours. If you’ll still have me.’

Before you could hit send A man sat down in the high backed chair to the right of you. You quickly set down your phone to wipe away the tears that had fallen onto your cheeks.

“You know fires are suppose to make you feel better, not cry.” He spoke to you.

You let out a breathy laugh, “ha don’t worry they are happy tears.” 

“Well in that case continue,” he laughed.

 He was wearing a black baseball cap and a matching black zip up sweater with dark washed jeans. His face was hard to make out, it was covered in shadows from the fire and his cap. All you could see was a strong jaw line and five ‘o'clock shadow. He looked and felt very familiar. 

“Quiet nights spent by the fire are a rarity, I usually prefer the nightlife.” He spoke to you his nose sounding stuffy.

Then it clicked ‘night life’ he was the man in the corner booth. You jumped out of you seat your phone falling off your lap and under the chair. 

‘It’s you from the -” 

before you could finish your sentence he wrapped his arms around you, and hugged you? Your face was shoved into his sweater clad chest, where you smelt something funny. Chloroform. You gasped accidentally inhaling more of the smell. You were losing consciousness when you looked up into the man’s face. Only to stare at the cotton that was shoved into his nostrils, explaining the reason for his stuffy nose. As the man carried you away, telling the on lookers you must have had to much to drink, your phone lit up from under the chair.

-1 New Text message from J-

J had become giddy with joy at the thought of seeing you again. He had ordered all his men to keep an eye for you around the city. He assigned his best PI’s to track your location down, they had been following your bank records, while the hackers had been trying to track the location of your phone. J was lurking over there shoulders in the tech room when his head PI entered. He was holding her dress and shoes in his hands. J yanked them from his grasp. 

“Where did you find these?” he asked rubbing the silky fabric against his cheek.

 “Uhh… in the trash,-” J dropped the fabric from his face. 

-”outside of (your favorite store). We tracked one your cards there. The worker told us she bought a new set of clothes and was in and out in 15 minutes. But we did look at an account she had from two years ago. She withdrew all her savings from it at a ATM by the shop. But after that her electronic trail runs cold. We’ll keep at it though Mr.Joker.” 

J turned his back on the man dismissing him with a wave of his hand. She’d thrown it away. The dress he had gotten for her after their first night they had spent together. Joker never consider him a sentimental man. But there was a strange heaviness on his heart when he pictured her dumping the dress into the garbage. Hmm garbage, maybe that’s what she thought of him. The part of his mind that was telling him he’d be delighted to see him, was being to let doubt seep through its cracks. 

“Mr. Joker, her phone is located at a Four Seasons hotel in downtown Gotham. We’ve got her sir.” J let out a loud laugh, while pulling out his phone and sending a text to you.

-I’m coming for you dolly-

After searching her room and coming up empty J stalked back down to front desk. Brandishing his gun at anyone who dared to look at him. 

“Where is she?” He asked the hotel manager while using gun to point at a picture of you.

“Shh-she was sitting in front of the fireplace about 15 minutes ago.” The fat balding man sputtered out. 

“Well she’s not here now is she?!” He flipped the high backed chair in is anger, when he saw her phone lying where the chair had previously been. 

He dropped to his knees picking it up. He opened it with his fingerprint, she couldn’t hate me to much if she hadn’t deleted that out. He thought, while opening his text to her. His heart sank.

 -I’m yours. If you’ll still have me.- 

was typed in the text box, but never sent. 

“Pull up the security cameras!” A indescribable rage seeped up from his feet to his head. It licked his insides, white hot anger consumed him.

Thanks for reading!

I love you, you ridiculous creature. I found you, I chose you and you were the right choice.

I will help you be the best you can be, and in return you help me be the best I can be.

Everything I am doing is for you.

Soon it will be the weekend and we can play properly together

Hi there friends! The Holidays are nearly upon us and I need your help!

I am enlisting all couriers (and those who want to be Couriers in Training) to help deliver holiday cheer across the Mojave in the


Now lots of folks are sending each other packages during this time and I heard tale of a big fat man giving out gifts during this time.

Since he probably was shot out of the sky due to anti-aircraft missiles, it is up to you to get these gifts to the happy little (dirty) families! Without you couriers, there will be no happy holidays!

Now, I know each of you is going to take up a pack and set off, but I would like you to send me back a little picture or note on your very dangerous journey across the Wastes. You don’t have to! But see here? We already have the courier 4 pretending to be Biffa Claus and trekking through a terrible sandstorm! Go Biff go! Don’t die! Or else you will disappoint more people than just yourself!

So again, if you want to participate in the COURIER REINDEER RUN and be one of the most hardcore Santa Clauses on this side of the Wasteland: Grab a pack, wear something festive if so desired (and you can find it), and send me back a picture or a note/journal entry/shouting at me due to sending you on a dangerous route!

If you’re not a courier and would like to be, become an unoffical one right now! Congratulations! Now you are a rough and tough glorified mailman!

Let’s get this Reindeer Run a-going!….if you really want to join, that is!