WHY DOES THIS VOICE CLIP EXIST
please don’t romanticize the Yes Man
between the atomic wrangler sexbot and the human fetishizing robobrain in the big MT dlc its entirely possible to make your new vegas courier a canon robotfucker
excuse me??? address the queen by her name please
yes man doesn’t have fucking shit on dala. here’s why!!!
- indiscriminately queer for humans. you can romance her with either sex! she doesn’t care. she just wants to see you breathe.
- she is immediately warm to you straight off the bat where her coworkers approach you with hostility. she loves you and your organs!!!!!!!
- the moral of her quest is both sex-and-body positive. i mean lets b real: who wouldn’t want to help a hot old cougar-bot with a smoky sexy voice that could shame hedy lamarr feel good about herself???
- you have sex with her
- no, straight up
- you bring her to climax
- she cums
- you FUCK the robot
so yeah. go play fallout new vegas: old world blues. just do it. ok?? do it for me. go forth and have robot sex with a hot old lady.
The picture above is of a mushroom thats thought to be a specimen of Clathrus archeri right before its fingers open up. It closely resembles a hand coming out of the ground. It even has the remnants of its tattered sleeves attached to the wrist.
my favorite part of hamlet is at the beginning when they see the ghost of hamlet sr for the first time
and the guards are like “Horatio, you go talk to it! You went to college!”
and Horatio is like “Yeah! I did go to college! I will go talk to the ghost!”
like. where did horatio go to college. did he go to ghost college
Johanna Thorvaldsdóttir’s Icelandic goat farm (Háafell) is facing foreclosure in September, resulting in the entire goat flock being butchered - unless enough funds are raised to save it!
There are less than 820 Icelandic goats in the entire world - they are an endangered species. Almost half of them will be lost if this farm is not saved. I visited Háafell 2 years ago and every goat I draw is rooted in this place. Any little bit helps :)
"[They were] two weirdly displaced people perpetually at-odds, constantly sniping at one another, more or less thrown together out of abnormal circumstance than anything else. There’s no way to articulate what they’d been to one another, in no small part because Tim is entirely unsure if he was ever a significant “anything” to Jay besides a convenient potential fountain of ambiguous, uncomfortable, oft second-guessed answers.
Certainly, by the end, their strained and uncertain association had gone off the rocks, if mainly by virtue of an impromptu personality-brainwashing courtesy of Tim’s preternaturally elongated childhood nightmare. Yet even before that, there’d been too impenetrable a wall of (admittedly well-placed) mistrust, fear, frustration, for anything deeper than a wavering, hesitant, on-again-off-again alliance to be achieved." (x)