Aaaaaahhh CUTE

Every day we get a little closer to what we truly are

Goo morning, monsters.

We’d take the pain. The burn and crack of a quick change, in the forest dark or the soft light of the living room, anywhere, just make it fast. But the pain is patience, change coming not in a shredded moment but just a little more every day. Endure. You’re changing even now.

Look at me, I’m Trent Reznor, I’m in a world famous band with my hot wife and two electro nerds and I have multiple academy awards and Coachella ended up being a family vacation for us, fuck you

You know you're such a hero you got such good loot, how come you're posting down here wasting your time on a bunch a bums?

As you all know, first prize is a used colony ship. Anyone wanna see second prize? Second prize is a green railgun. Third prize is you're fired. And by “fired” I mean we yank your mind out of your biomata body like a wad of hair from a clogged drain. Get the picture? You laughing now?

I posted this while loading into Dire Marsh, and on that very run I pulled a kitted-out Bully out of an arms locker to complete the CyAc contract, and then extracted with a bunch of much-needed blue salvage. The system (stress shit-posting) works

I’m coming over

i like being a werewolf. sorry if this offends

CLEARLY the most Normal Dog

Shizuma from Strawberry Panic saying "You did really good today."

Lesbians just want an older woman to tell them "You did really good today" 🥺

A crocodile with a zig zag shape

Crocodile

Now THAT’s a mouthful

Hell I could eat

frida kahlo mii staring at a gun

group of miis including ursula k le guin looking at a gun and the caption “They're suggesting you can use a gun when you're trying surfing.”

dana scully mii saying “I’m not exaggerating when I say that nobody the world loves a gun more than I do.”

i gave all my miis (minus bucky) a gun and they’re obsessed lol

I Just Need to Loot One More Arms Locker, Dawg, I Need the CyAc Rep, Please, I’m Running a Free Kit Just to Complete this Contract, Let Me Just Interact with That Arms Locker, Sister, I Won’t Even Loot It, I Just Need the Checkmark, Please, Oni is Pissed, I Need This

The ideal woman is powerful, thick, her clothing hanging in tatters, her fur stained with the blood of recent kills, her fangs glinting in the light of the full moon, moving in a pack with her lycan family, likes Tracey Chapman,

yOu NeEd To UsE 3d PrInTeRs FoR uSeFuL tHiNgS

Deep Cove, Sasamat Lake, the BCMC, the path to Black Tusk. These green places never forget us no matter how far we get from them

We exist in the Lagrange point between the two

I didn’t turn into the woman I imagined before I transitioned. I became something better

Trent Reznor in a black leather jacket, smiling broadly at someone just off camera. Taken from the recent GQ interview with him and Atticus Ross.

Your timeline has been blessed by the extraordinarily rare SMILING REZNOR. Repost to spread his mirth!

crude ms-paint doodle of moon child and his little dinosaur friend

kinda obsessed with marathon atm
#marathon #art #fanart

Olympus Mons superimposed on France

me and the boys on the USS Abraham Lincoln eating boiled boot leather and sharing stories about the most Realistic Pussy we've ever seen

Recon.

Marathon.

Mariqueen

I'm once again begging you to kill the insidious urge in your head to see something and have your gut response be imagining how positively or negatively your worst enemy online will react to it.

A comic. Emma is wearing a hospital gown in a nondescript white space. A voice says, “you’re so pretty.” She responds with irritation, “me? you must not have noticed my many flaws i'm actually large and awkward and lumpy and sweaty and i-” She is cut off mid-sentence by a corrective electric shock. “no,” says the voice. “i like your comics,” the voice says. Emma, who is still recovering from the shock, says without thinking, “you are so full of—“ before catching herself and amending to, “nnnice words,” but she can’t stop herself from adding, “but i genuinely can’t see my work as anything but trash and it makes me thínk less of you for liking—” She is cut off again by a shock. “no,” says the voice. The voice says, “you’re a good mom.” “Tha—“ says Emma, starting to contradict, before gritting her teeth and saying, “—ank you. That’s kind of you to say.” She holds her forced smile but flinches, anticipating another shock. Instead, the voice says, “you’re good at your job.” Emma, frustrated, yells, “what???” She quickly tries to add “a sweet thing to say,” but is cut off again by another shock.

a quick comic about deflection