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no matter how terrible my day is. i can always end my day in bed imagining fictional characters making out sloppy style and fucking raw. and that's beautiful. there's some good in this world mister frodo and it's worth fighting for

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one day I’ll finally write that ridiculously elaborate fanfiction that I’ve been carefully constructing in my daydreams for months and then you’ll be sorry. you’ll all be sorry.

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the self care industry will sell you face masks and teas and whatnot so i'm here to remind you not to forget the most important self care activity which is masturbation

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Maccready: Can I ask a dumb question?

Hancock: Better than anyone I know.

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me every day without fail: I'll do [chore] when I get home

me when I get home:

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He knows 😂 screenshot from Walton Goggins Instagram story 😂

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Sorry non-Fallout followers, I am still stuck in this hole.

When Lucy and Maximus first met and she was in awe of him while he was enthralled by the way she looked at him, I thought it would be sort of an unhealthy schoolyard crush thing where they're idealizing each other and they were going to have that shattered at some point. And I was fine with that, I was waiting for the other shoe to drop BUT-

Then him admitting the truth to Lucy that he's NOT that guy and she sees him vulnerable and she reacts to it in a completely emotionally mature way??? She accepts him and still wants to be with him and offer him her home???

Honestly I think I've been poisoned by cheap romance arcs that the fact that they were instantly into each other I just assumed there would then have to be some BS fight or betrayal, not two people who kinda had a different idea about each other and from there developed into a deeper understanding.

And there's just something about Lucy and her whole golden rule philosophy, here is this man who made her feel safe when nobody else did, who showed her kindness when nobody else did, and when she sees he's not a big strong knight but just a scared traumatized liar, all she wants is to make him feel safe.

I just aaaaaah I love it.

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The Fallout show is pretty fun so far. I still have 3 episodes to go. Everytime Lucy said "Okey dokey", this was all I could picture.

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Omg I love this too much😭😭

The Ghoul: Ain’t ya tired of bein’ nice? Don’t ya wanna go ape shit?

Lucy, going ape shit mind you: No! I’m tired of everyone being so mean all the god dang time!

#fallout #fallout show #lucy maclean

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lucy biting off the ghoul's finger was a proposal and the ghoul sewing her finger back onto his hand was him accepting those are wasteland promise rings

#the brainrot is real #fallout #lucy maclean #the ghoul #a slight bit of cannibalism #but really what CAN you do??????

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Sorry for being such a slow writer, it's because I [remembers that self-deprecating jokes are harmful to my mental health and make everyone else uncomfortable] was attacked by dark spirits and washed up on the shore of a mysterious island with no recollection of who I was

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lucy's dad is so fucking funny in the finale "you wouldn't shoot me would you??" brother I once launched a fatman at my son and fucked the guy who shot me in the head. welcome to fallout.

#!! #fallout

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I’ve played FO4 and *spoilers* but they are being/have been infiltrated by the Institute and synths, which doesn’t mean anything to anyone if you haven’t played, but they are being INFILTRATED. They already had disturbing ideas regarding non-institute synths and ghouls but on top of that, they were being fucked from the inside out. They didn’t care about the little man. Never have, never will.

I’m super excited for S2. Like, I hope we hear murmurs of the Institute? See synths? Hear about previous BoS members? Anything. I’m so excited. But I honestly think the show portrayed the Brotherhood as good as they can without spoiling/giving away too much. Was it in tune with the games? Absolutely.

"wahhhh they made the brotherhood of steel a cult and abusive wahhhh" my brother in Christ. Have you played the games

#fallout #fallout 4 #BoS #Synths #institute #Father #Where in tf is Deacon???? #where’s the Railroad???? #god I’m so excited for New Vegas I don’t even care #just give me a bread crumb #ANYTHING

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He’s very conflicting and I absolutely LOVE that! More conflicting characters!! More grey characters!!

I am obSESSed with maximus. because he's like a good guy and a bad guy all at once?

he's a victim he's a murderer he believes people in power should hold themselves accountable he's out for himself, but he's selfless, he's a cynic he's a believer he knows how to deal with cannibals he can survive the wasteland, he fundamentally doesn't seem to understand what sex is

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I finally finished Fallout on Prime and yeah, I’m absolutely hooked

#fallout #lucy maclean #cooper howard #fuck I don’t remember any names #I just love them

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Super excited for the continuation!!!

Pretty as a vine; sweet as a grape - Sneak Peak

Notes: There are no real warnings, other than this is an unedited intro to the sex pollen two part fic I'm releasing next mid-week. I hope it's okay! Pairing: Cooper Howard/Lucy MaClean Warning(s): Swearing; Implications of Child Abduction; more to come

One might think that he has full sway in what happens while they travel together, as for once, he’s being nice enough to share information. He doesn’t work well with others, let alone keep them alive when it's all said and done. Cooper usually takes his caps from sales or bounty’s. And he already tried the former on MaClean. 

So it’s a wonder he puts up with her deviations at all. Sometimes it’s to help someone, other times it's to explore. 

Most times it’s a waste of daylight. 

He thinks on this now, glaring at the sun steeped beneath an array of violet, orange, and periwinkle. The clouds are capped in gold, shafts of light desperate to pour over the wasteland. They should have made camp an hour ago, and instead they’re tracking some lady’s missing kid. 

The circumstances in which he caves are almost always the same. And this is no different. A local asks Lucy for help, she agrees, he disagrees; it always comes to a head when their knowledge expands upon how the missing item is important, or God forbid, a person is missing. 

Had it been a man or cat or some random family heirloom, Cooper would have sent her packing on her own. But of course, potential life means Lucy has to fit herself into the puzzle and solve it. Whether that absorbs his day too or not doesn’t seem to bother her at all.

Little miss morality has to hold the high ground and smother ethics in his face until he can’t do anything but give in and watch her back—it's a broken system. 

“Here!” Lucy jogs ahead of him, her pip-boy praising her with a jingle upon reaching her destination. 

Vault (#) glowers at them from over the tumultuous desert; darkened steel is lost to vines thicker than his forearm, rich in an assortment of cerulean, egg-white, magenta, and sprawling masses of black roots. It unfurls from the vaults gaping cavern with no obstruction. 

Whatever plantlife this is, it isn’t native to the Mojave. Cooper takes another step, his peripheral caught on the slight thrum the plant seems to emanate. 

There’s no way the kid went in willingly, right? This has to be a set up. The whole scene practically screams ‘death this way’. As far as the Ghoul is concerned, no child of the wastes is dumb enough to wander from home and into the clutches of uncharted territory. Not any with a brain.

His gut churns, his skin taut in warning, and his fingers flex beside his belt before he gathers himself in a single breath. This ain’t right.

Lucy is only a little ways ahead of him, beguiled by the abstract flora at her feet. 

When she looks at him, it's confidence that glimmers in her doe-eyes. “Okey Dokey,” with a slight nod, she readies her flashlight and pistol. Cooper’s brow rises before a word can escape him, and when one eventually does, it isn’t in practice or conscious. 

It just comes out. 

“Don’t.”

Lucy frowns. It’s small, barely lasts a second, “We already agreed–”

“Something’s not right,” he grunts, patience already worn thin, “either we leave together or I leave alone. It’s up t’ you, sweetheart.”

Many emotions fall over Lucy's complexion. Annoyance, concern, her expression is wide and open and full of disappointment. “You said you’d watch my back, you said since it was a little kid–”

“There is no lil’ kid.” Cooper’s tone is short, both with agitation and refusal to be made a fool. 

“You think Alice would lie ab–”

“Who?”

“The woman who hired us,” Lucy’s voice is high, disbelief feathered beneath shock and mild bemusement, “how do you not remember that?” 

He grunts, but it’s all she receives as an answer. After a moment, Lucy adds, “She paid us up front. Why do that if you’re going to lie or kill someone?” She's more amused than displeased as her reasons continue to flow. She meets his gaze for a time, longer than he thought her capable of, until his own furrows and conveniently, the fauna is interesting again.

The vault dweller isn’t wrong, he’ll admit that. But instinct has kept him alive all these years, and he’s more obliged to listen to it than some stranger squalling about offspring she had no evidence of. 

Cooper coughs, clasping to his belt tighter with the tilt of his hips when he recalls, “Half. She paid us half.”

A beat passes. Then another. He lets the insinuation hang between them until it's thick enough to drown in.

“What are you implying?”

He threw a line, she bit, now all he had to do was reel her in. Make her see sense. Whether it’s a raider's way to lure unsuspecting victims, a Vault-tec experiment gone wrong, or a vacant chamber—he didn't care. Cooper wasn't about to go and risk his life for two hundred caps and a boy he's never seen.

Despite himself, it turns out he would much rather Lucy leave with him, than allow her to fumble such an obvious trap. It’s unlike Cooper to care—if he could name it that. Perhaps there is an attachment, a pull, something just under the brittle surface they call acquaintanceship. Nothing he’s looked too far into. If he does, Cooper is unsure of where it will lead.

The fresh finger sewn to his hand itches, tingles, a fluttering reminder of where he got it; Cooper clenches his hand so tight it burns. 

“There is no kid,” he hisses, lurching forward as if to make his point, “no more caps, no helpin’ some lost soul—that’s a death sentence, and you’d be wise to leave wit’ me.”

At first, the silence is deafening. Both edge on what else left there is to say, as Lucy fiddles with the notch of her flashlight. Her eyes dart back from the path they came, the vault, and Cooper himself. 

Thankfully, a decision is made without any more pushback. 

He's almost prideful, the way she takes one, two, three steps towards his direction—

"Mommy!" A riptide of horror settles against Lucy's trigger finger, spinning on her heel so fast, it gives him whiplash. "Mommy, I'm hurt!"

Lucy is gone, sprinting inside the second Cooper reaches for her. 

It delays him, the shock in how fast she had evaded his grip. Long enough for him to think about whether or not he goes after her.  His finger itches again, a gentle warmth crawls up his arm when it flexes, more so when the weight of his firearm rests against it. 

Dogmeat finally reminds the ghoul of her presence, whining in the direction of Lucy's trail.

"Fuckin' hell," he grunts, cracking his neck alongside his saunter, "this is why I work alone."

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Again, this is unedited and I'm really sorry if there's any terrible mistakes! I promise it'll be much better post-release next week! I also didn't want to give too much away. Thank you!