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Hello ! My supporting friends ,🖤💚💔🤍🍉

Thank you from my heart for what you are doing for the people of Gaza who are in bad need in this tough and dire time. 💔💚🖤🤍

You are examples for kindness, generosity and nobility. You have been standing with for long and showing how brave one should be in time of need. 🍉🍉🍉🍉

You helped me greatly to make progress in my campaign, but I am still in need of your kind support to reach my goal.✌️✌️

As noticed, the campaign is very slow😪😪 now and needs strong move and this can be carried out through your contribution and cooperation. 😯😯

Please don't leave us alone during this dire time. I am still in the first quarter of my campaign. ❣️❣️

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standing with us gives us hope in life we ​​ask you to help us and look at us with a humane eye and you have all our love and respect

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I am Ehab Ayyad ❤ a palestinian youngman from Gaza🍉🇵🇸, seeking to find safety and peace ☝️for my family if twenty members. We have been ❤🇵🇸🍉passing through all forms of torture and pain for almost ten months because of the war on Gaza.

Life is very miserable and tragic❤🇵🇸 as we are now deprived ❤🇵🇸🍉of all means of living. Drink water, healthy food health care and medicine❤🇵🇸 have become things 🇵🇸🍉❤of the past. We are dying dear friends. That is why I am asking you to help us break through this tough situation.Life in hot tents is incredibly sad and miserable. We are now experiencing the worst circumstances we have ever had in our life. The war has stolen happiness and life from us.

Please don't leave us alone in such dire times. Your kind contribution either through donating whatever you can or sharing my posts will be highly appreciated and valued.❤🇵🇸🍉

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Throbbing gristle - slug bait (experimental horror art piece)

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a little exception to the black-ink-only rule

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Almost got hit tonight on my walk by a Ford F-150 doing (ballpark estimate) 40 mph in a 25, blasting christian rock. Can only assume the driver was trying to get right with god before vehicular manslaughtering me

i keep seeing tiktoks of ppl trying to recreate how they believe Bill destroyed his home dimension and since we learn in TBOB that he can see through anything that looks even vaguely like him this is probably the Gravity Falls equivalent of making Batman watch his parents get shot again

Axolotl sometimes visits Bill to check on him (and lets him look at the stars 😭)

It's a bit lazy but I was trying to add meaning to it and use a metaphor about picking flowers alright??

Hello dear friends! ❤🤍🖤💚

🍉I am Mahmoud Ayyad, a Palestinian from the besieged and destroyed Gaza 😭😭, coming from an extended family of young children, women and elderly people ❤❤ who have been suffering😭😭 for 300 difficult days from an aggressive war.

Our lives are harsh because we lack all the basic necessities of life. Everything has become scarce and unattainable. There is no food, no water, no medicine.

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History of television (seems fitting!)

ur government assigned gender for the day is the first thing u get when u click this link to a randomised wikipedia article. NO REROLLS . i am the  trollsteineggje mountain in norway

i am not immune to valendanse propaganda. you aren’t either. oooooh you like the enemies to lovers size difference slow burn pining yearning relationship they developed.. oh yes you do 🌀🌀✨✨💖💖

pose referenced/inspired from inimeitiel!! i saw art on Pinterest teehee

Hey bud! You ok? You’re one of my fave moots on here. I know what you’re going thru.!If you ever need anything, let’s talk. :)

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i haven't even actually read the book of bill. so WHY does my mind keep bothering me with a bizarre inescapable desire to make a billford edit to casual by chappell roan

Just discover my sister’s old Pokémon go account and she should not be allowed to name things ever again

Tag yourself I’m Pipe Cleaner

Unintended consequences

One of the unintended consequences of the Railroad's methods is that newly freed synths tend to be fairly impressionable when they start their new lives. This isn't because they're any less capable than any adult human of the same (perceived) age, but because they have limited lived experience in their newfound lives. As they live their lives and have experiences, this goes away. The problem is life in the wasteland is hard and they tend to latch onto people who don't always have their best interests at heart.

The Railroad wipes their memory and gives them a new identity, but afterwards they're on their own and kind of have to hope for the best. Because of the nature of the Railroad, they kind of have to work like this. They wipe a synth's memory and give them a nondescript background usually growing up as an anonymous orphan in a vague region with no real specifics. They tend to avoid giving too much detail because that makes it easier to follow up on these things and can consequently put that synth in danger without the synth even realizing it.

I came up with this theory while reading up on Danse's backstory and trying to figure out what parts of his memories are real and which aren't.

For the purpose of this thing I'm writing, I'm going to assume the Institute didn't give Danse those memories (I think that's an incorrect assumption on Danse's part). As far as the Institute is concerned, he's just a missing synth called M7-97. He wouldn't have a name nor would they bother to give him this backstory. It's far more likely that this came from the Railroad.

It would not surprise me to learn that Deacon actually knew Danse when he was rescued.

Check out this companion swap dialogue -

Danse: There's something you're keeping from me, Deacon. If I find out what it is and I don't like it, there will be hell to pay.

Deacon: Well good thing I have nothing to hide then.

What if Danse has an inkling of recognition of Deacon? Usually Deacon has a witty retort to the other companions when swapping people out. Instead he just plays it off. What if, on some very remote level, Danse recognizes Deacon juuuuuuuust enough to know that he's got some kind of secret that Danse just sort of unconsciously zeroes in on. Not enough to actually recognize it for what it is, but it's just enough to spook Deacon a teeny tiny bit.

That's Deacon's way of side stepping a VERY awkward conversation and shutting Danse down because “trust me bro, you REALLY don't want to fuck around and find this out.”

I also love the idea of Deacon knowing about Danse's identity the whole time and just not saying anything. Whether he likes or dislikes Danse is irrelevant, he's still going to keep that secret because he helps all synths. Even if they're being a dick.

But also Deacon would also be acutely aware of the consequences of the Railroad's methods on the synths and has probably seen a lot of them end up in all kinds of arrangements in their lives that aren't good for them. He knows the Railroad's methods aren't perfect because of this, but it's the best they can do with the level of secrecy they have to keep up. They wipe the synths' memories, give them a new identity, and hope for the best.

Anyway, back to Danse's backstory:

He's an orphan from the Capital Wasteland selling scrap. It's pretty nondescript and vague. Most (or at least a large number of) orphans in the Capital Wasteland end up in Little Lamplight.

It would have been really awkward if the Railroad gave Danse that memory and then you come across MacCready, who was the mayor in FO3, who'd never met Danse before. That could have easily outed Danse. So he was just in the Capital Wasteland selling scrap. Lots of other nondescript people did that.

I think his memories start at Rivet City. That's when you get a specific location and you get a specific person (Cutler). From then on getting recruited by the BoS, being mentored by Paladin Krieg who died at Adams Airforce Base, those are all specifics. If you played FO3, you get to see some of those things first hand. Also the Brotherhood keeps pretty good records of their soldiers (they even have their DNA on record). It would be extremely easy to prove whether or not Krieg and Cutler existed. Cutler was even on the Prydwen for some time.

Danse's description of meeting Cutler also makes sense. Danse had just been given a new identity and he sells scrap. Maybe the Railroad gave him some caps before he went to Rivet City. Danse also likes weapon mods and power armor. He seems to be a tinkerer. Maybe the Railroad gave him the scrap selling background because it seemed to fit. At least then he'd seem competent enough for that backstory to be believable.

He says that he and Cutler watched each other's backs in Rivet City and kept each other out of trouble. Integrating into human life as an adult from scratch comes with a learning curve. Perhaps Danse was fortunate enough to come across a human who was actually a decent person and helped him out instead of taking advantage of him and Danse returned the favor when he could.

Then the Brotherhood comes into town and they decide to join. Junk vending makes for a pretty meager existence, so they joined for pragmatic reasons (like most people who join the military).

Danse then gets assigned to Krieg who sees Danse is a bit different and pushes him harder than the other recruits. At that point, he still has relatively little life experience as Danse. Danse doesn't know why he's being pushed, so he tries harder to compensate for it. (Krieg is probably the closest thing to a father figure he's ever had). Because of this, he latches onto the ideals.

At that point he's all in. And maybe it isn't necessarily that bad under Lyons's Brotherhood. It wasn't perfect, but at least they were trying to help the people of the Capital Wasteland.

But then he sees Lyons's BoS start to fall apart.

And then Maxson comes to power and this is when it becomes problematic.

He had people in his life who looked out for him, but being in an organization when you have little frame of reference for anything else tends to skew your worldview. It basically has the same effect on Danse as someone who grew up in a cult. Most cults are relatively benign until they get a leader that can use those qualities in people against them.

Maxson's Brotherhood was far more dogmatic and fanatical (cultish) and more isolationist. When you're on the Prydwen in game, there's an announcement on the loudspeaker that fraternization with the locals is forbidden. Maxson does NOT like outsiders.

And that sort of cements it for Danse. He's been in the Brotherhood for almost his entire free life. He doesn't know much else outside of it and he doesn't really have much chance to experience life outside of the BoS. He's essentially trapped in a cult with a charismatic leader who had no problem ordering Danse's execution when his synth nature was found out, something Danse didn't even know himself. He even internalized the Brotherhood's teachings so hard that he agreed that he should die (even though he really wants to live).

What started out as what is normally best case scenario for a freed synth ended up being a nightmare scenario in the end. It's a horrific unintended consequence from the Railroad's methods of rescuing synths. And that's not to say anything bad about the Railroad. It's just the best they can do considering the circumstances and resources they have.

When looking at cults irl, considering victims of cults to be dumb or weakminded is a misnomer (and blames the victim which isn't cool). There are a lot of smart, capable people who fall in with cults. It's a thing that happens. Usually they're at a vulnerable point in their lives and a charismatic leader zeroes in on it and takes advantage of it. Being a newly freed synth with minimal life experience and no real connections would be a perfect victim for a cult.

I would imagine a lot of other synths have stories like this.

On a side note, I hope Danse appears in something else in the future. I think you could look at his character arc in FO4 as him realizing his life as an individual has value and then he can have an arc elsewhere where he's in the process of unlearning a lot of the more problematic parts of his worldview that come from the Brotherhood. Even if they didn't cut a lot of his content from the game, it would be unrealistic for him to be totally cool with all synths, super mutants, and ghouls even after learning he was a synth. That process doesn't happen overnight.

If anything, Danse learning that he's a synth should be the inciting incident for an even larger story. (At least it would if I had my way.)

Brief explanation on my interpretation of these guys

Cait; an animal, when cornered, begins to roar. It puffs itself up, feathers and fur raised, teeth bared. An animal with its claws out is an animal afraid. Cait does not want to hurt—but she doesn't want to be hurt. A victor is not a victim—a predator, not prey. She had it beaten into her, and beat it into herself so she'd never forget. The claws are always out, teeth always bared, eyes always flicking across the room. But once she starts recovery, she's free to be herself. Cait slows down. She sleeps in when she feels like it. She eats when she has an appetite. She takes the time to bathe, to brush her hair and teeth. Once the loudest, brightest burning fire in the room, she mellows into a match—the potential of explosion is there, but for now, she's only a little light. Her eyes are no less sharp, but Cait only wants to be left with her friends, and enjoy the peace and quiet she can steal away for them. Her ambitions are small and unimpressive, and she appears more like a cat lazing in a sunbeam than any pit dog.

Curie; well meaning, and sweet, but too smart for her own good and she knows and acts like it. She wants the best for you, but she thinks she knows what that is. Sometimes she does, but Curie often forgets that people are more complicated than the biology that comprises them. Curie is bubbly, and social, but struggles with the idea that her perception of things is just that—her perception. It could be a result of her coding, her nature as a preprogrammed robot with set realities, or it could be a sign of her humanity. It's the critical flaw every human has, after all. Her sense of justice is too strong for her body. Her grief is too strong for her body. She examines each sensation—anger is in her cheeks and chest. Joy is a lightness in her head. Sorrow is a bitter lump in her throat, and cold hands. She wants to help everyone and everything. She knows she can't. She will try, anyway, and no one needs to know if it hurts. There is no other fate for someone so kind.

Danse; He once called the thing in his chest Wrath. Righteous connotations, implied justification and the promise of vengeance. Whatever brought this Wrath will meet it. The Wrath was provoked, summoned, and therefore, the summoner is the hand of their own undoing. Danse doesn't think about how this frees him of accountability. What he does is not his fault. The blood is not on his hands. He's a tool of Wrath—not one man of thousands, free to choose for himself. Danse doesn't respect himself enough to believe in his own judgement. He finds himself a stumbling fool, soft in the heart, fragile outside of his armor. Gentleness comes naturally to him. Such a huge man, and his heart is still too big for his body. He is equal parts intelligent and kind, but a soldier has no need for his own mind, and kindness has no place in war. Danse doesn't trust himself. He doesn't trust that his choices, his ideas for the world, are right. He leaves himself in the hands of the Brotherhood. The responsibility is no longer his.

Deacon; You can't change a soul, and Deacon seethes at this. He is the same man he was all those years ago. It's only his body that he can change. Even then, only by so much. His eyes are recognizable. Silvery blue, tired, and paradoxically, as sharp as they are dull. He never looks like he's fully there with you. Always a few steps into some other reality. Deacon wants to be good. He wants to clear his name. It really is Deacon, but no one needs to know. He is the same man. He lies about what he's done, the things he's seen, but he'll never lie about what matters. So, he will always be Deacon, because the important parts never change. He knows and hates this. The synths are what drive him now—people looking to be themselves, to wear their own face. He gets it more than any other human. Sometimes he wishes he was a synth, just so he didn't have to be Deacon. But he's stuck with himself. He keeps himself company through all the faces he wears, and leaves them when he feels to close to a life he could make for himself. A lie left to settle could grow into a truth. He loathes himself but fundamentally, there is a good man in there. Only a good man can want to be better. But he feels that good man isn't good, that being good is what he has to reach for first. He is stuck in a loop of trying, when he doesn't have to try. Deacon is Deacon, and he doesn't know. He isn't unsalvageable. Just buried so deep under attempts he doesn't need to make. The only forgiveness that can save him is his own.

Gage; if Cait is a pit dog, Gage is a bull. This creature is no gentle thing, those horns are not merely regal. But in other life, he could have sat with his field and his herd. He could have watched the clouds roll on by with the wind, and kept watch on the outskirts of his pasture. A gentle thing, lumbering and quiet, but on guard. Always waiting to gore. Even as he circles his farm, he has kept it this long because there is nothing more dangerous than he. But as it stands, he has found what he thinks is a calling in violence. It doesn't come as naturally to him as the stray dogs he runs with. Meat has no place in his flat teeth. But he runs with them nonetheless and keeps pace. He leads the charge whether they admit it or not. Gage is strength and sharpened bone, but they were never meant to initiate. He is meant to stand his ground. He was meant to protect. But no one saw it coming, the bull with the predators, and surprise is a deathblow. It's easier to hunt than be hunted. You eat what you can get even if it fits wrong in your jaws.

Hancock; There is a flavor found in the guilt of the privileged that you can't find anywhere else. He was raised wealthy, well off. When he was younger, he watched others starve, die, suffer, and knew it was an aspect of life. It was nothing to mourn. It was inevitable. Between the exile and his revival of Goodneighbor, Hancock feels his biggest crime is not finding his shame sooner. He will say he has no shame, no embarrassment. Hancock lies awake at night thinking of every meal he's eaten when there was enough to spare for everyone else, but they went hungry. He thinks of people beaten in streets and how quickly he turned around. He thinks of how his own survival is selfish when so many good people die. Hancock is anger given flesh. It's not like Cait's; his is a wailing misery, stalking the ruins and knowing what Graveyard he steps in. Hancock feels too much sympathy for him to handle. He has to numb himself or he will lose it. He'll break under the shame of not knowing better sooner. Hancock finds blood on his hands that isn't there. Most of all, he hates how bad it makes him feel. Hancock thinks he has no right to the shame or the pain. There is worse. His disgust at his inactions is not enough. It's isn't enough that he tries to help now. He didn't help then. Hancock doesn't forgive easily.

MacCready; A quiet boy raising a quiet boy of his own. MacCready seeks peace in a way most people can't. He finds sunbeams filtering through windows, plants creeping through concrete, birdsong on the wind. MacCready is the everyday wastelander; too young to see the things he's seen. But he's different. Robert finds enjoyment in the world around him. He entertains himself, takes pride in his skills, and takes pleasure in good company in such a simple way, he feels almost out of time. In other world, he could have been the one crawling out from a Vault. MacCready is haunted like anyone. His ghost doesn't terrify him. Her memory is a comfort. It hurts and always will, but MacCready wanders on. He finds toys for their child and takes interest in them as if he's still a little boy himself. He feels as much, most days. MacCready is often distrusted, but often very beloved, because he is himself. There is no character, no mask, nothing warping the man you speak to. He is a kid trying to take care of his kid, but he'll take a moment to crack jokes at you and talk about something he read in a magazine. For someone so materially greedy, on a personal level, all he wants from anyone is pleasant conversation. It's refreshingly human in a time where even humans seem more like monsters.

Nick; A painful period of one man's life, etched into hardware and frozen forever. The man dies but his pain lives, trapped in the agony of grief and betrayal. If Hancock is anger in flesh, Nick is disgust in a jar. Disgust at the injustice, at the trickery of a mastermind, the wasted life of a fine woman. Disgust at himself, fading away into a bitter old man who failed his city and his love. Valentine was a very good man who took a very dark turn after Jenny. Nick is the moment before he fell off that precipice. If Nick knew who Valentine hardened into, he'd have yet another crisis, another thing to brood over. Nick is so loved by Diamond city because he is an inhuman thing, but so capable of love and tenderness. He is all give, and incapable of take. You can't give him anything in return, and you don't need to. He's a robot very good at comforting. A robot doesn't need comfort. Nick convinces himself of this, as well. But people try. Humans get attached to the inhuman. A child hugs his leg and says they're glad he made it back. A guard throws an arm over his shoulder when he can't save someone and tells him he still did good. People hand him patches of fabric for Ellie to sew into his trench coat. Nick is loved. To be loved is to be known. Nick doesn't even know himself.

Piper; The plight of the angry woman rarely leads to a happy ending. The angry woman has her reasons. She is right. However, there are techniques to achieve results. A battering ram doesn't fix a door, it merely opens the path. Piper sees problems, but her solutions forget the complicated world around her. She wants to fix things. Some things can't be fixed, or the problem isn't actually what she thinks it is, or maybe it's just not the right time. Piper sees a problem, and the simplicity of knowing it has to change is enough for her. She barrels at the betterment of the world and doesn't think about it. She is angry that things are wrong. Piper is a young woman scared out of her mind, for herself, her sister, her community. The people around her beg her to be careful, to slow down, to not burn herself in the attempt to set the evils around her on fire. Piper doesn't realize how reckless she is. She doesn't realize that her life has value beyond fixing everything. A reporters job is to report. It is not to be a savior. Piper speaks the truth, but when nothing changes, she thinks her job isn't done. Her job is to spread the word. Piper thinks it is up to her to act on it. Her work will never be enough for her.

Preston; A good man hanging on by a thread. So close to being a monster to the people preying on him and his kin. Preston holds civilians in one arm, and a gun in the next. He has lost much of his mercy, and much of his patience. But he still acts on it. He knows right from wrong even if the wrong seems like it's the only thing that can soothe the fire in his gut. Preston lets people talk about him as if he is a gentle soul, still. As if he's merely a gentle lamb. Preston feels more like a guard dog who can still smell the bloodied wool of all the herds he's failed before. He won't even grace the next pack of wolves with a warning howl. This rage terrifies him, but Preston feels that being scared is how you stay alive, now. If you're not scared, you're not paying attention, you haven't noticed the torches on the hill. He is so angry it makes him sick. Gunshots from Quincy still ring in his ears. He still hears Hollis hit the ground dead. Preston wants to be a good person. He is one. But there is so much fury inside him, that he fears any chance of revenge that he gets will rip that away from him. He just needs one chance, and he'll be a monster like the Commonwealth has never seen before. He'll just be on its side.

X6-88; A robot with human traits, different from other synths. All of them have humanity they hide away, but X6 is exactly what he seems like. There is no internal softness, no tenderness or wanting. He doesn't stare at the sun and ponder his existence. He doesn't count the stares and think about what makes up a soul. Oddly, his disinterest in his humanity is rather human in itself. X6 is not concerned with his rights or his status as a living thing. This frustrates many in the Institute. Synths were made to be adaptable. In many ways, X6 isn't. He's the most inflexible motherfucker they've ever met. There is one way to do things. There is always an answer for a question and if you haven't found it, the question is pointless or you're stupid. Humanity doesn't seem efficient so he doesn't want it. He fascinates many. Most synths will give a long, careful answer about their existence, worded just so they don't get wiped. X6, when asked if he is human, will say no and look vaguely irritated that you could compare him to one. This is not intended. No one programmed in this lack of curiosity. He is so robotic, so one note, that he sticks out like a sore thumb from the other synths. X6 wears his inorganicness like a badge of honor. He is not human. He is better. The Institute argues about him constantly, whether he is an accidental success they didn't know they should strive for, or a black mark against everything they believe.

fallout but horse?

fallout 4 tumblr:

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can you guys watch my town while i go smoke

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WHO LET A MIRELURK IN???

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he looked very polite

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i think i can kill that radroach. i don't need to ask the general

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and how did that work out for you

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>deactivated

it worked out for the roach

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i have a new article out about diamond city's restrictive entrance policies and how it affects people living outside the wall, make sure to check it out ❤️ www.publickoccurances.ethi...

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reminder that my article is in the new issue today! be sure to pick up a copy!

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no one wants to read this one piper it's boring

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i thought it was interesting...

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thanks travis.

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What a wonderful Thursday afternoon. Nice to be out of the armor.

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the sun is still out

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What?

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swAus

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ReeR this post for good LuL

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Stop speaking in Youtube Poop.

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YOYyou wish. ISH

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Artfight!!!

while I can’t draw super well, message me and I will write you literally anything

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Art Fight

An art trading game

whoever is in charge of Biden’s promotional emails stole their shoelaces from the president

blind betray ass type prompt <3

You, a Paladin, have been sent to hunt down a former member of your order, but you now have started to doubt. Your holy light flickers, barely a candle anymore, but theirs? It shines brighter than the sun.