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I’M ALIVE 

might have a broken leg and torn tendons; but i’m alive! i know i’ve been absent for a while, but i’ll try my best to get back to things? ( first i’ll need to figure out what i can still reply too and what not and ahh ) 

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ooc;  aw yes. totally back from lodz, poland with a night in czechia.  after totally embracing the slav spirit, 60% spiritus at 4pm and so on. things i’ve got myself:  - about five bottles of zubrowka ( only the best vodka ever. anywhere. ) - special kalashnikov edition of the red army vodka - an exbandable baton - three knives  - make up - hair dye makeover ( black roots to white tips )

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remember most of your problems can be easily solved if you set it on fire

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bi0w0lf replied to your post “rivetcitysecurity: @rydccr “You go to those places, Ryder. You go to...”

Tom: I am okay with this

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rivetcitysecurity:

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“You go to those places, Ryder. You go to them.”

#look if you want im sure me and tom are ok with making this a group effort

       “How could a girl say no to that?” 

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alecilghtwood:

“Sorry boys, got places to go.” #stopwhitewashingravenreyes2k15

@rivetcitysecurity​ && @bi0w0lf​

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/sends people pictures from lindsey morgans playboy shoot/ ah yes. my work here is done. 

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ooc;  called off the vet, bonnie just died. i’ll be distracting myself by taking care of our other pets, thawing up treats and just.. yeah. 

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– she broke things and was broken in return.

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courier9:

Tycho chuckled and knocked back the rest of his drink. “Takes a helluva lowlife t’pull some brahminshit like that; kickin’ a girl while she’s down” He stood and stretched, several bones and joints popping and cracking under his armored vest. Slapping a handful of caps on the bar, he offered his massive hand to the girl “how’s a bout ya take yer bottle an’ I’ll help ya over to th’ medic to get those wounds cleaned up at least?” He asked,feeling genuine concern for the battered stranger.

       "THAT might be the sweetest thing i've heard in a while and THAT probably says a lot." this WAS the commonwealth after all. and this WAS goodneighbor. LOWLIFE was just about everyone's middle name here. ( not that she wouldn't have been just as opportunistic herself at times. )       METAL fingers took the man's offered hand, grinning at him past drying blood and forming bruises while righting herself. was she seeing DOUBLE? no, that was all him. "let's NOT jump the gun here, big guy." she waved his offer away however. "it probably looks WORSE than it is."       "i can clean it up MYSELF later." she reassured him, trying it with a grin. "i should have everything at my shop."                   "RYDER, by the way."

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“Naw, not flattery… plain ol’ truth,” he shrugged congenially. “Pretty face and one HELL of a pretty arm,” he added as he let himself gaze upon her metal appendage; it really didn’t bother him in the slightest to see when he found its very mechanics a wonder. It was rough at the edges, but it appeared to work smoothly in movement. Fine piece of craftsmanship right there.

He didn’t linger though, in case it made her feel insecure. “I could thrill you with PLENTY stories, Ryder, buuuuuut that’d be me braggin’, wouldn’t it? I don’t like to brag… that much. All you gotta know is I stole the tank and… well, it wasn’t that hard to do. Considerin’ I was technically still an… employee.” Mysterious, but let it be. He liked to keep people guessing, and he liked teasing their imagination too.

Catching the cap she flicked to him in a quick palming action, he laughed gently. “Hey, I AM a raider nuisance, kinda, but I’m DEFINITELY a tease. So? I can’t help it if I was BLESSED with this fiiiiiiine body, can I?” he grinned, a hand now teasingly trailing down over his chest and stomach, right to his belt, lingering, before pulling away.

He watched her hop on up to peek inside the hatch and down in to the cockpit - and by watching, he checked her out, just as soon as she wasn’t looking at him. Small but comfortable down there, neat, but reeking of his taste. There was worn leopard-print covering the chair at the control board for example, and little metal shards he had crafted in to bobble-heads. Evidence he certainly lived in there while travelling, folded blankets and distressed pillows lain beneath the tattered remains of the Commonwealth flag.

“Oh, you mean that thing that passed over, say… when was that? Maybe a few weeks back?” he thought aloud as he sipped his beer. He shrugged. “Looked like one big bitch of a thing, one big MEAN bitch, from what I saw anyway… I could be lucky and get a shot in, but like that would do any real damage; naw, I reckon if I fancied dyin’, findin’ that blimp would do the trick.” He wasn’t so arrogant that he would claim his tank could overcome anything. That was how you got stupid and dead, overestimating yourself and your arsenal.

“She’s got a name, yeah… bad luck not to have one,” he answered slowly then. As though his refusal to be specific was not incriminating enough, his sudden need to do something was worse. He set down his beer a moment, and felt the sudden urge to go over and check on the perfectly-working generator.

        "then you should really see the rest of me." just another tease there, an eyebrow raised as beck let his gaze trail across her arm. still not as she believed him, not when the norm had been something else for years. still a quickly procured grin, as she considered beck. "i don't mind people looking." and that was the truth; it was one of her masterpieces after all. "i'd hide it if i did. no point in shame." ryder continued, a sip from her beer. "survived something i probably shouldn't have. it's a good reminder."         now, withdrawing from the interiors of the cockpit again, ryder settled on the front of the tank. "no fan of bragging, huh?" it certainly didn't help when he ran his hand down his body; the woman merely watching with a grin on her lips. "you ever make good on it, or is a tease all you are?" another sip of beer. damn, she needed it by now.         "hey, hey– " the woman was quick to continue and disrupt, "no voice of reason shit– let a girl dream." her hands drawing something that came akin to a rainbow. "the prydwen's no war ship. all hydrogen and no helium." ryder explained; yet another sip from her beer. "no defensive capabilities on it's own, just the vertibirds." another grin in beck's direction, just another excuse to let her gaze trail. "but as i said– just dreaming."         as the man turned however, away from her with busy work– it didn't take much to figure it out. "named after someone you lost?" ryder asked anyway; never one for boundaries. "i'm sorry. i'm sure it's good luck though."

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Brotherhood Of Steel T-45D Power Armor (LFCC 2014)

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90% of my life is me making an irritated looking face

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I cared once. Fucked me up.

— (via guy)