fictional people you want to punch in the head:

Fallout universe says hello, New Orleans.

Fallout universe says hello, New Orleans.

Everyone in Indiana who wishes for snow dies. Starting now.

(Source: disturbingimages)

Isn’t it funny, the way seasons die?

The way they birth one another? The way Summer crawls from the corpse of Spring? The way Autumn pulls summer into it’s golden red depths once more? How Winter cleans up all of Autumn’s little dead horticulture projects? How the steady rain and rising heat of Spring force life from Winter’s remain’s?

Isn’t it funny?

back when he was more affectionate and less bite-y.
oh well. still love the little shit.

back when he was more affectionate and less bite-y.

oh well. still love the little shit.