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ergoapollo:

Do you remember those times? Sunset after sunset, sunrise after sunrise, on the lookout for those rabid dogs and genetically mutated ogres with their spiked sticks and their sub-machine guns that are only moments away from complete crap, bullets like soft marshmallows that bruise up only softly when high on Jet, Buff-out, and Psycho. The restless nights on beds that aren’t yours, sleeping with one eye open, wary of those Death-claws and those sea creatures. Going in and out of buildings that have that still atmosphere, the calm seemingly deserted landscapes, the only sound coming from your Pip Boy clinking and clanking with tunes from the Radio, or just the buzz from the battery. Going to the far off horizons where it is said no man ever comes back. Climbing up mountains and crawling through sewers manifested with the undead, some mutated human beings now zombies and unconscious, far from humanity anymore. Some still speaking some English but barely audible. Hacking away at computers, destroying robots, killing the evil geniuses who have “plans” for the future of the world. Going inside bars and getting wasted, stumbling upon friendly folk who only try to eat you alive…cannibals and vampires.

Do you remember? Walking on and on and on. Repairing your weaponry, trading with merchants. Killing them. Saving children and slaves. Killing those who piss you off and feeding off their bodies when no one else looks.

Do you remember those times?

Oh boy, I sure do…I sure do…

bloopsie:

Supervillains!

And with that series I am done making posters for a while. I’ll still be taking paid requests if anyone is interested but other than that I’ll be switching to some other projects.

Tonights the night

so tonight me and my girl are going to dinner with our parents they havent met in 3 months and me and my dad dont get along very well i hope this goes good 

painesofglass:

The night before the burial of her husband 2nd Lt. James Cathey of the  United States Marine Corps, killed in Iraq, Katherine Cathey refused to  leave the casket, asking to sleep next to his body for the last time.  The Marines made a bed for her, tucking in the sheets below the flag.  Before she fell asleep, she opened her laptop computer and played songs  that reminded her of “Cat”, and one of the Marines asked if she wanted  them to continue standing watch as she slept. “I think it would be kind of nice if you kept doing it” she said. “I think that’s what he would have wanted”. -Not sure what is more honorable: Being married to this faithful wife  to the end or the Marine standing next to the casket watching over them  both.

painesofglass:

The night before the burial of her husband 2nd Lt. James Cathey of the United States Marine Corps, killed in Iraq, Katherine Cathey refused to leave the casket, asking to sleep next to his body for the last time. The Marines made a bed for her, tucking in the sheets below the flag. Before she fell asleep, she opened her laptop computer and played songs that reminded her of “Cat”, and one of the Marines asked if she wanted them to continue standing watch as she slept.
“I think it would be kind of nice if you kept doing it” she said.
“I think that’s what he would have wanted”.

-Not sure what is more honorable: Being married to this faithful wife to the end or the Marine standing next to the casket watching over them both.

venetianceruse:

melts your heart.

venetianceruse:

melts your heart.