#irradiancies

[18catsreading]

Aabria: lair action

Jasper: oh, it's okay

Aabria: huh?

Jasper: it's okay, you don't have to do that

Aabria: I don't have to?

[Brennan laughing]

Izzy: we're good

Siobhan: no, thank you

Aabria: that threw me off so fucking much.

Brennan: the authority of, I was like, like that, whatever that was made me be like [imitating a ear piece call]: Aabria, Jasper says no on that

Aabria: yeah yeah, oh I'm so, can you tell him I'm so sorry--

Erika: it's the accent

Aabria: yeah, fucking British accent cinders authority

Jasper: came from such a deep sense of fear. That was where I was coming from

Siobhan! Yes, exactly, the accent. It comes from a deep sense of fear

Brennan: I've never seen someone who's being faced with death and ruin with a voice of like [calmly]: I'm gonna send this back to the kitchen because this was not very good

[ghouleffer]

They know and they’re playing with us. I love it

[mumbeau]

[txttletale]

this is so fucking funny did this person not read the books. amiguito did you read noina the ninth. what did you think was going on for that whole scene

[manderleyfire]

Cooper Howard vs The Ghoul + flirting game (they're the same picture)

[dctrfate]

it drives me insane how wally views his relationship with barry because he's always been of the mind that he needs to somehow "earn" his love whereas barry has literally never imposed that stipulation onto him, ever. and yet still wally feels this unending pressure to live up to the standards barry set during his tenure of the flash to the point where one of his greatest insecurities is about the possible negative reaction barry would have to wally stepping into the role of the flash himself. all of this fear and longing for approval and in reality there is literally nothing wally could do for barry to stop from unconditionally loving him. just. yeah.

[halflifebutawesome]

for a doodle request: Gordon freeman in a pool of radioactive goop

green goop! im terribly allergic!

[parakavka]

柴犬ふう太 on X: "光るお友達を見てる光る犬 https://t.co/ubRvYjABfq" / X

[irradiatedrosegarden]

dead money devotee til the day i die

[18catsreading]

Oh my fuck. Oh my God. Carlos Luna and Aabria Iyengar -- round of applause cuz those tapes were dope AF.

[vistandsforvillainera]

Thinking on Ghoulcy and how Cooper becomes progressively softer and sweeter to Lucy.

From this:

To this!

[thicc-ray-of-sunshine]

Of course he had to be there, why wouldn't he? The very object of your frustration right in the very spot you came to cool off. You'd recognize that stupid busted up stetson anywhere. He was lounging back, long legs posted up on the table in front of him while his chair was tipped back. Part of you itched to swipe your foot under it and knock his chair down, taking the smug grin he was giving you with it. You turned back to the bar with a huff and ordered two fingers of whiskey from James. Typically you were a nuka cola and rum kinda girl but tonight you were here to get drunk and needed something with some bite to it, especially since you knew there was no way you were going to avoid Cooper.

Realistically you didn't really have anything to be mad about, it was the wasteland after all so of course nobodys gonna be upfront or honest so you really shouldn't have been surprised when he jilted you and skipped town with three quarters of your radaway. He at least had the decency to leave you some caps but overall your profits took a hit because of the whole debacle. Well that and your pride. But that wasn't really what you were mad about, no not at all, you were upset because you wanted him, pure and simple. It was all encompassing and ate at you every time you even thought about his weathered face and dangerous demeanor. Sure he was mean but you always liked it when men had some bite, it was more of a snark anyway.

James offering you your drink pulled you out of yourself. You took your whiskey in hand and knocked it back, willing your face to not scrunch up at the harsh feeling it left in your throat. Speaking of keeping cool, you were having an increasingly hard time ignoring the stare Cooper was burning into the back of your head. Taking a deep breath and sliding your caps onto the countertop you slowly turned in your seat. As suspected he was just staring at you, his body relaxed and languid in his chair, drink held loosely in our and and a smoke in the other while his eyes pinned you with a stare that made you feel like you were on fire. You watched him as he clicked his teeth together and tilted his head to the side, motioning you over. Again you felt anger welling up underneath your skin at his smug attitude, yet that wasn't the only thing that was itching at you.

It didn't help that he downright grinned when you stood up and wandered over to him. You chose to stand in front of him, a little to the left of his legs but enough to be directly in his line of sight, hands crossed over your chest, displaying your displeasure.

"Aw it ain't gotta be like that sweetheart. It ain't like I did nothing untoward."

He said playfully as he leaned forward and set his glass on the table.

"Yeah nothing but stealing my shit. Totally normal friendly behavior."

You retorted, cocking your hip, knocking against his crossed legs at the thigh.

"You still owe me for that by the way. Not too pleased to have been robbed, especially after giving you some of my supplies on the house."

His eyes followed the line of your body down to where your hip touched him, giving you a brazen up and down that had you barely suppressing a shiver.

He took a long drag from his cigarette before he spoke again, eyes never leaving yours.

"You and I both know that ain't what this is 'bout darlin. You're mad because I left you high and dry."

You didn't know what to say, the way he said it was so matter-o-factly, like he was making fun of you. Yet the look on his face was damn near salacious. You felt naked, uncomfortable and unbearably angry that he had the absolute gall to even say something like that. Before you could even think about raising your hand to slap him you felt pressure on the small of your back your whole body suddenly tipping forward. Just as quick as you fell, you were hauled up into Coopers lap. Some part of your brain registered that he had kicked you but the rest of it was focused on the sudden close proximity and the gloved hand that had made its way to your hip. You watched him through your lashes as he worked his cigarette in his mouth before he exhaled, leaving you in a haze that burned your nostrils.

"So how 'bout we cut the shit and you let me show you what you've been missing out on?"

[cursed-and-haunted]

Reading about the nuclear testing done by Lockheed in my hometown in the 50s and this part is making me lose my mind

Like not even rot and decay survived radiation

[antimnemonic]

I promise you cannot predict what happens to these kids

[peduin]

[gtws-in-various-places]