Keep The Flame Going For Those We Have Lost To Suicide. 

Me every night

got some real amberprice feels tonight lads

I'm so lonely y'all

reblog if you’re:

hella depressed

an under appreciated writer

a gif maker

a marvel stan only for the guys

still into twilight 8 years too late

scared of 13 year olds

addicted to tik tok

a vsco girl

on your period

into fanfics and blurbs

regretting the classes you chose to take

no one will know which

*getting ready for a pride parade* Don we now our gay apparel

Dear friends of Tumblr,

Today at my school we had an assembly about internet predators and when I had said that most of my true friends are over the internet and they gave me a lecture about how “I don’t know who I’m talking to” blah blah. So please, if you aren’t a predator in any way, please reblog so i can prove a point.

Shuffling his feet through rubble, the remainder of his aged and irradiated mind tried to piece together who he was. These ruins brought a word to the forefront but he couldn't quite place what it was, it's meaning lost to him but the feeling it elucidated flowed through his body and made him feel comfort. The radio crackled and he hardly flinched, his reaction time blown away with the bombs. The song playing through the speakers of the radio brought to mind a woman's face, one who he would have recognized if not for his feral state. A sudden tiredness fell over his shriveled form, and he laid down contendedly.

"Daisy

Daisy

Give me your answer, do

I'm half crazy

All for the love of you"

With his final thoughts, he had a moment of clarity and was able to discern the word that the place and song reminded him of

Home.

Day 4: Radio

WILL YOU BE THE SAVIOR OF THE BROKEN THE BEATEN AND THE DAMNED

WAKE ME UP

Idea: Fallout New Jersey, it's like a normal fallout game, but you slowly realize the apocalypse didn't happen and you're just in normal New Jersey

I thoroughly believe that Thomas accidentally called Daud dad at some point, then the rest of the whalers immediately started calling him dad too to annoy him. (He'd never let them know that he actually loves it, they are basically his kids after all)

The Outsider: Here , buy yourself something nice

Corvo: This is $7

The Outsider: I said nice, not expensive