things go grey


Men of honor.

Some old haunts of mine.

(paging users @pathopharmacology, @lorenz-attractor and @cloversoup y’all guess who’s still head over heels with these two, it’s been like 5 years omf)

i wish i could do things right and i wish i had motivation to get up

Why is the dragon age fandom suddenly so upset by grey hair on characters? WHY?

People can be born with grey hair, people can have naturally grey hair, people can go grey or white young and sometimes it is because of stress and sometimes it’s not.

Some characters really are old enough to have it going grey and white, some have lyrium shock that makes it go white.

It is just a genetic, natural, very logical, non-lorebreaking occurance. No character is TOO young, calm, settled, or healthy to go grey; I promise you.

There is no need for discourse, I swear.

“Unwitting explorers are prey of choice to the carnivorous Florans, who frequently salvage or reverse engineer the technology they bring to enable their colonization of the stars.”

Letting go is the easy part. It’s the moving on that’s painful. So sometimes we fight it, trying to keep things the same. Things can’t stay the same though. At some point you just have to let go, move on. Because no matter how painful it is, it’s the only we we grow.
—  Greys Anatomy

anonymous asked:

Btw do u like nick valentine? what's ur opinion of him? just curious


devoted his life to helping people, despite how most of the wasteland treats him and is immediately on board with assisting you in finding your son 
a loyal friend who cares alot abt you who also happens to be a fuckin badass Film Noir-style robo detective with a great&witty sense of humor, what’s not to love

10/10 would never leave this man’s side

50 Shades of Boinging

I’ve decided to do a little editing to 50 Shades of Grey, to try to salvage something tolerable out of it. Here is my first contribution.

Original text: “Suddenly, he sits up and tugs my panties off and throws them on the floor. Pulling off his boxer briefs, his erection springs free. Holy cow! … He kneels up and pulls a condom onto his considerable length. Oh no … Will it? How?” (116)

New Better Text: “Suddenly, he sits up and tugs my taco tunic off and throws them on the floor. Pulling off his banana hammock, his bologna pony springs free. Holy flag poley, Batman! … He kneels up and pulls a rubber ranch wrangler onto his Long-dong Silver. Oh no … Will it fit in my how now brown cow?” (116 ¾)


I moan into his mouth, giving his tongue an opening. He takes full advantage, his tongue expertly exploring my mouth. I have never been kissed like this. My tongue tentatively strokes his and joins his in a slow erotic dance that’s all about touch and sensation, all bump and grind. He brings his hand up to grasp my chin and holds me in place. I am helpless, my hands pinned, face held, and his hips restraining me. I feel his erection against my belly. Oh my… He wants me. Christian Grey, Greek god, wants me, and I want him, here… now, in the elevator.


Tom Riddle and the Asskicking of A N Y O N E