like I can jusut imagine her taking off her mask, shuddering as she takes in all the scents she normally dulls herself to with said rebreather, and snarls in rage, baring her gleaming, razor sharp teeth, gold eyes narrowing to slits as she does the lines that come along with it.
...it was especially satisfying when using it on the BoS murdering fucks who wiped out the Followers' outpost in Veronica's questline.
Random Invented Person: "Wow Polystyrene is so useful as a packaging material and it has no downsides whatsoever!"
Me, having tried to clear up some sheets of polystyrene packaging material as tidily as possible, now looking like a motion capture artist as a result of the little white balls of polystyrene stuck all over me thanks to Static Electricity: 😐 "y'sure 'bout that?" 😐
Honestly there are only a few occasions where classical music is appropriate and the two main ones are:
A: you're at an opera or some other fancy rich fuck do and trying to appear classy for all the other rich fucks you want to impress with your rich fuckery
B: you are a rich fuck who is standing looking out the window of your corporate hq sipping some rich fuck wine while you watch millions of people die due to your direct actions and you feel smug about it because you are a rich fuck
Brazil pol
This is like, next level wild fever dream to me
https://twitter.com/gersonjr/status/1286451690892341252?s=21
I drew my spells in chalk - I worked them into flowers and swirls on the footpath outside her house.
I loved her, though she never saw me, and she likely never would.
These were not love spells, or even spells to make her notice me.
These were spells to keep her safe, so she would be able to return to her home whole, healthy and unharmed after long hours of screaming, waving signs and dodging unmarked vans.
That was more important.
yeah i'm moving over to chitter.xyz now. Soooo go there! I'm there now.