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#long road to ruin
taylorhawkins · 10 months
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Currently stuck in my head: "Let's say we take this town, no king or queen of any state. Get up to shut it down, open the streets and raise the gates. I know a wall to scale; I know a field without a name. Head on without a care, before it's way too late!
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dykedvonte · 1 month
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thinking abt what you said with house viewing Benny as a son and I’m obsessed. Like. The man spent most of his life before the war presumably alone, and then after the bombs fell he was alone again, save for AI he himself devised. Then he decides to pull in some Tribes, and one kid shows promise! So sure, treat him well, train him, groom him to be his protege, then next thing you know UH OH he’s got developing paternal feelings towards this guy. Wanting some semblance of a family when the time has long since passed, yet fostering that feeling all the same seems so accurate for him. Benny meanwhile only views him as a boss, and not a particularly good one at that. makes me wonder how House must’ve felt when he found out about Bennys plans
I view it as House blames only himself for this, cause he kind of does in canon (strap in this is a long one).
When reflecting on the issue of Benny, House chastises himself first and foremost for not acting quickly enough when it comes to priming Benny. He describes Benny as being ambitious, ruthless and capable; compliments coming from a man like House. House has an ego and while he is logical enough to understand there was never any evidence Benny saw him as a father-figure, he lacks the humility to admit he let his own views on his relationship with Benny blind him to the activities happening behind the scenes.
I doubt that House was as aware as he makes out about what Benny was doing, he knew early on but certainly not early enough to stop Benny from hacking and obtaining a securitron along with getting the chip in the first place. I take it he was distracted by all the possibilities he was calculating of Vegas' success and growth with him steering and Benny as the new figure head, not because of any normal affection for Benny but the admiration of his capabilities. It's to be noted that House believed menial incentives (likely caps, booze, basic needs, etc..) were enough to keep Benny tame like the other Chairmen but, as evidenced by the Omertas and Mortimer in the WGS, this is not enough when it comes to more driven Vegas citizens. This implies he still undervalued Benny and created a space in which Benny felt the need to rebel.
House in my eyes is not sentimental in the traditional sense. I can imagine his pride was severely scorned as someone he certainly deemed dumber than him was, albeit only for a little, able to out-gambit him. It would definitely hit home seeing how his brother also betrayed him but I feel like that's why he's so apathetic when he tells the Courier to do as they see fit with Benny. I doubt the way he terrorized his brother brought him any emotional satisfaction other than a "Now who's in charge!" ego boost. Putting that same emotional intensity towards Benny isn't worth it because who does it benefit? Wasted time, wasted planning, and most importantly wasted potential are all he gets from continuing to be hands-on with Benny. I say the closest example is not being able to throw out old toys due to the memories attached but knowing it's necessary as they are broken or just taking up space for new ones, and then asking someone else to do it so you don't need to get caught up in the feelings of throwing something you put so much effort into. It's not Benny House cares about in my mind, not in a way that sounds healthy to any non-emotionally constipated individual, but what he could've represented for him, which is why he so quickly offers the same position to the Courier.
As for Benny's view on all of this, it was a long time coming. Benny didn't and doesn't believe House is a completely shitty boss. He admires what he's been shown and admits House knows how to run the strip, but disagrees with the directions. Ideologically, House is an anarcho-capitalist while Benny is just an anarchist. House wants to run the strip to profit, though money is not what he's concerned with being rich with anymore. Benny wants a free state that he wishes to become a place for the people, except for the Chairmen who would be on top (I like to remind people that Benny's motives were selfish but not for personal gain/power as was it for the people he actually saw as family). Benny was never looking for a father but a future. He was not interested in being adopted, or having the chairmen adopted, as bigger names still overshadowed in House's legacy.
Truly, it's easiest to summarize as House feeling strongly and thinking positively enough of Benny to start incorporating him into the future of Vegas (a huge honor actually) while Benny was so disillusioned by House's ego and indifference that he thought the only way Vegas could be the future is with House gone.
#tdlr House saw Benny as the perfect face of his Legacy while Benny saw his legacy as a stagnant mosquito infested pond#its more complex as house certainly would of been irate if he hadn't known and the courier came to kick benny's ass#but more someone being mad youre fucking with their things#i likely thing that even in a more traditional father son relationship House is conditional and would force Benny to confrom more to his#standards as I also believe the Chairmen are more tightly monitered due to bennys unique relation to house and being the first tribe#so itd be smothering and oppressive for someone like Benny even though imposing his beliefs and standards would be how House shows affectio#and fatherly praise which would result in Benny probably wanting to act out even more. like the only way a father son dynamic is healthy an#works is if house would relent some control and show he sees benny as an equal which would never happen cause its house but its still tragi#to me cause house has that longing for something more personal to him than Vegas and tries to fill it with progress cause its rather hard#to create those bonds in the state he is in and benny was the closest thing to that and even that he inadvertently ruined#but on benny house kinda ruined him cause the chairmen for all intents and purposes liked and trusted benny as a leader after bingo who#benny really only killed because of the illusions of grandeur house put into a young impressionable mind and how bingo refused to hear him#not to absolve him of his wrongdoings and being a dick but benny didnt just attack bingo he challenged him and won and in the end while#nostalgic none of the chairmen choose to leave and go back to the old way which says something cause they can leave#this is long and honestly should a seperate post on benny cause i have thoughts on him and how more people need to add his all roads traits#to get a cohesive picture of how hed really act#benny gecko#benny fnv#fallout#fallout new vegas#robert edwin house#mr house fnv#mr house#ask#anon#sorry if this is confusing I have very indepth thoughts on all aspects and possibilites on how unhealthy and power inbalancey anything#with house would be but this is so interesting cause its oddly vulnerable for house of all people to disclose this to the courier
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bunabi · 4 months
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I've always just assumed the Titan they find in The Descent is the same one Solas ripped the heart out of centuries ago to make his orb
If its not true don't tell me 😭 let me dream
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mongeese · 2 months
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i feel like people r taking it for granted that jon and martin are still alive in the computer but idk i think it would be kind of fun if they were totally soulless instruments of the Web. or whatever the new equivalent of the Web is because i'm team "the entities changed when they entered the new world". but in general it's possible that it only sounds like jon but isn't really. don't you remember? they took his voice one before. they could take it again
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kaemugiss · 20 days
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Dear God, I've sealed my fate— running through Hell, Heaven can wait!
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omo-queer · 6 months
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in honor of the poll results and my first of three months denied (completely without ruins or unintentional orgasms, not even a sex dream that included an orgasm,) i did just now allow myself to ruin. it was completely handsfree—not even clothes touching my genitals, my nipples only used to get near the edge, and after that i just watched and tensed my body until i went over. it felt different than ruins where i touch right up until the point of no return, because it lacked an ache specific to that kind of ruin, but it was still closer to those than it was to a real orgasm.
it was almost completely pleasureless. it nearly didn't feel like anything. there was a release of some physical tension and pressure, which is nice because that's been constantly ramping up for weeks now, but none of the other sensations of orgasm. it doesn't feel the same kind of miserable as the other kind of ruin, but it certainly doesn't feel anything like the satisfaction and relief of a real orgasm. it's almost more like a real orgasm when i can let go and wet something when i've been doing a hold, because there's all kinds of sensations from the flow and fabric involved... but at the end of that i immediately want to edge, where right now my body seems unhappy or uninterested with the idea of doing anything more to my genitals lest i make it do that thing again (which is very reminiscent of the other kind of ruin.)
i also feel more submissive and masochistic than usual but i think that's probably just whatever cocktail of neurotransmitters i just blasted into my brain by doing a weird ruined orgasm thing. especially masochistic. i want someone cute to... hurt me, like, a lot. normally i'm way more sadistic than masochistic, and it gets amplified when i'm denied, so this feels weird. i'm like. shivery and needy. not usually what i do. but i guess a lot goes on in the brain when you force it to have an orgasm but don't give it any of the physical response it expects for one.
i get the sense a ruin like this is useful if i need to extend my denial but can't keep having thoughts of edging invading my brain at every moment (which indeed, is the case right now. i have a lot of creative projects that need attention between now and my next real orgasm.) which makes for a useful sort of compromise to slightly quiet my body's constant demand for touch without giving it what it actually wants.
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shimmerbeasts · 3 months
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Yasuo Tag Dump.
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AU where Aster “Astor” Astor didn’t hate his birth name and instead decided to lean into it really hard and became the royal gardener or something
he still somehow ends up in a ganon cult
that tracks with most of the gardeners I know
"my flowers won't bloom I'm gonna go make a deal with the devil or something i guess"
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anurarana · 2 years
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stephcass💜
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I love them and they deserve the world and they have an interesting past that is often ignored and did I say I love them
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writingsbychlo · 1 year
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certain people deserve to have a really shitty day today and those people know who the fuck they are
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moi-ennepe · 8 months
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my day at the beach was ruined by a packet of way too expensive and disgusting chips what the fuckkkk
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gibbearish · 1 year
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#had an issue a while ago where my bf was leaving his dirty clothes in piles on the floor which is fine except when the piles#are kept in the same room as the litterbox and the cat takes that as a cue to start pissing in piles of clothes#so i told him he couldnt do it anymore he said ok and then a bit later i caught the cat right as he was abt to piss in said clothes again#and when i was like 'hey i said you cant do this it can ruin your clothes if it gets left there' and he was like 'oh yeah i know but it's#my clothes so that's a risk i just decided to take' which uhhhh No????? no in so many ways?????????#but i didnt process how wack that is at the time so i just moved on and was like 'no but for real you cant do this anymore like not#a suggestion like legit This Cannot Continur Happening bc the end of this road is that the cat learns pissing in clothes piles is#ok whenever he wants' which did actually get him to stop but that was apparently enough learning time for mr carrot#we've had a few issues with it not toooo bad but its definitely been getting steadily more frequent#anyways guess whose electric blanket got pissed in today bc he left it in a pile on the floor and taught the cat its ok to piss in those#im having trouble giving a shit about it in the ways i should#like. idc that the blanket is maybe ruined#when he bought it he said it was for both of us but its just his so like idc but what i AM feeling is mad at him#cause like. i told him not to#and i shouldn't have HAD to tell him not to‚ 'the cat is pissing in my clothes so i will make it no longer possible for that to happen'#should be a no brainer i cannot imagine going 'welp i guess if it happens it happens' ITS PISS IN YOUR CLOTHES SITTING STALE FOR#WHO KNOWS HOW LONG and now we have to be hypervigilant abt Any Fabric Ever and who knows if itll escalate even further#hes already escalated from exclusively floor fabric to pissing in MY clothes that i was keeping on a table#like. the next stop is obviously couches/beds but like once they learn something its real hard to train them not to#and im just. frustrated that this is just gonna be yet another thing i have to deal with all the time when he shouldve just#Not Decided It Was Fine For The Cat To Piss In His Clothes In The First Place Hello?????!!!#but i also feel bad bc i feel like im holding a grudge about something small but i also Cant Let It Go#usually when the thing im mad abt is something insignificant its annoying for a bit then i let go but im just like !!!!!! what the fuck!!!!#idk. whatever#its his problem now idk how to get the heating psrt separate from the blanket part so i just sprayed some urine enzyme#on it and he can figure out wtf to do with in once he gets home in like two hours#and if thats too long and the smell gets baked in. oh well i guess#he hasnt been able to smell since we got covid anyways so like. its whatever i guess he can stew in a cat piss blanket if he wants#but i also cant tell if this is just a side effect of my General Irritability over the last few months and i really am mad abt nothing#ESPECIALLY because i keep saying it doesnt really directly effect me at this point then its like ok why are you so mad abt it then
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katnissgirlsmakedo · 2 years
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in hindsight it was probably not a good idea to watch the merlin finale literally two days before i had to come back to college full time. the end certainly was there. girl was absolutely not fucking okay she should not have been watching the most fucked up 40 minutes of television ever created in that state
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troublesome-transboy · 11 months
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you know. i really feel like “i don’t want to experience heat illness” is not that unreasonable to say actually
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gazelessmenagerie · 1 month
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Is there cause for concern over Broly being pissy? What's got him mad anyway?
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When isn't there 'cause for concern' when his temperament is getting heated for one thing or another? 'Cause for concern'... isn't that just the perfect words used by his father when the son was was getting too agitated..
The turning of gears kept their idle clicking as the sun and moon rise over and over in an endless cycle spanning the birth of this planet, the land shifts with each outbreak of his anger but it never seems to lessen now does it? Oh every pathetic creature SHOULD fear him and know when his wrath is building. From the smallest ant to the greatest predator, his power fluctuated and grew teeth of its own to gnaw at the area around, biting into it with a heavy pressure.
His damn head was hurting with the amount of frustration building at his core with each passing day after he began to realize something.
He was wasting his time doing nothing.
He wasn't living in peace than he was disgracing himself from living without the proper challenge he should be attaining to build himself stronger. Each day was spent hunting, gathering the meat off his prey and foraging for what supplies he needed and with each pillage; his knowledge of what was useful and what wasn't only grew so far as far as his senses and gathered information from the quivering worms of this planet. Each passing gave him insight to how the society of this world operated and how to manipulate certain villages cut off to appease him. Tributes were to be had and he spoiled himself to the riches akin to a drake among his hoard but it wasn't enough.
Food and water that had once been difficult to attain were easy enough once he carved or learned the geographic locations. The elements that once stood against him, nearly claiming him beneath an icy prison were of little consequence than to maintain his energy for warmth and protection even against the most biting of blizzards and the most vicious of thunderstorms. Pelting rain as cold as ice could be piercing the earth and it wouldn't so much as affect him unless he wanted to feel his flesh shiver.
The mere utterance of a fighting tournament had passed by his ears during a trek to one of the towns beneath the guise of Earth clothing, catching his attention on what potential fights were to be had and who might be strong opponents. It was almost laughable how these pathetic creatures thought they were strong when they were truly some of the weakest ingrates he's ever had to live amongst but then.. that thought became another. Scorn became a reflection of himself looking into the mirror of a window, witnessing what he had been reduced to in trying to attempt and live on this planet just to appease the wishes of inferior creatures.
So be it.. he once said, so be it.
If this was how it is, so be it.
If this is how it shall be, then so be it.
A damned joke played on himself by his own stupidity it seemed. What was he thinking to assimilate little by little, having no home and no future empire to work towards; or cared about for that matter. No, it was something that began to fester with the wretched thought of being Domesticated.. This planet's ways were making him be complacent to be lazy and without need for strife to harden his resolve and fortitude. Each day was nothing than a routine to be expected like a beast of burden. Like he was meant to only obey the rules imposed without complaint or choice.
In a matter of moments, that glass image fractured with the rising power held within his core; the pressure too much to bear before it was set lose with a vicious expulsion of anger. Shoulders tense, tendons rigid, every muscle was primed for a fight as though he expected one to come for him at any moment.
In truth, he HOPED it did...
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