Charming? Intimidating? Pal, you’re outta your mind. Guy’s a corny old jackass that laughs at his own jokes and complains non-stop about his feet. A fuckin’ clown. The kind of guy that gives pet names to his ties. Fuck ‘im, awright? Asshole steals the funnies from the newspaper every time he comes over.

(Source: stab-everything-now)

writingcyan:

vermillionsketcher:

This is Sniper’s right thumb I’ve seen in various sfm photos. Did he hurt his thumb or something? His thumbnail is all black but the rest of his fingers/nails are fine looking.

Please explain?

His sniper rifle has a manually operated bolt action on the right-hand side. The bruise (a subungual haematoma) is caused by trying to reload too fast (too many people wanting him dead on the battlefield?) and getting his thumb caught in the sliding mechanism.

image (Gif by Coverop.)

Watch how his right hand moves to pull back the handle, unload the spent cartridge case, and slide the fresh round into the breech:

image (Gif by Payface.)

The bolt-action mechanism looks something like this (source: wikipedia) - it is allegedly quite painful to get your fingers pinched in it:

image

That’s Valve for you - completely ridiculous canon, perfectly detailed character designs.

teratomarty:

sweaterkittensahoy:

piplup-commander:

These are all going into my daily vocabulary right the fuck now.

I fucking love military acronyms. They are the best.

Reblogging for FUMTU.

teratomarty:

sweaterkittensahoy:

piplup-commander:

These are all going into my daily vocabulary right the fuck now.

I fucking love military acronyms. They are the best.

Reblogging for FUMTU.

(Source: girlhattan)

Five things that unsettle Bilbo Baggins about his travelling companions

leupagus:

silentstep:

1.) The dwarves spar as they journey, in the mornings or evenings, or sometimes when they break for the midday meal. Sometimes they divide into teams, sometimes it’s a massive free-for-all, and not even the brothers and family units among them will help one…

wrathe:

hi my name is jenny and i’m awful at taking pictures but who cares because lookit all this gay stuff i drew

Depression is humiliating. It turns intelligent, kind people into zombies who can’t wash a dish or change their socks. It affects the ability to think clearly, to feel anything, to ascribe value to your children, your lifelong passions, your relative good fortune. It scoops out your normal healthy ability to cope with bad days and bad news, and replaces it with an unrecognizable sludge that finds no pleasure, no delight, no point in anything outside of bed. You alienate your friends because you can’t comport yourself socially, you risk your job because you can’t concentrate, you live in moderate squalor because you have no energy to stand up, let alone take out the garbage. You become pathetic and you know it. And you have no capacity to stop the downward plunge. You have no perspective, no emotional reserves, no faith that it will get better. So you feel guilty and ashamed of your inability to deal with life like a regular human, which exacerbates the depression and the isolation.
Depression is humiliating.
If you’ve never been depressed, thank your lucky stars and back off the folks who take a pill so they can make eye contact with the grocery store cashier. No one on earth would choose the nightmare of depression over an averagely turbulent normal life.
It’s not an incapacity to cope with day to day living in the modern world. It’s an incapacity to function. At all. If you and your loved ones have been spared, every blessing to you. If depression has taken root in you or your loved ones, every blessing to you, too.
Depression is humiliating.
No one chooses it. No one deserves it. It runs in families, it ruins families. You cannot imagine what it takes to feign normalcy, to show up to work, to make a dentist appointment, to pay bills, to walk your dog, to return library books on time, to keep enough toilet paper on hand, when you are exerting most of your capacity on trying not to kill yourself. Depression is real. Just because you’ve never had it doesn’t make it imaginary. Compassion is also real. And a depressed person may cling desperately to it until they are out of the woods and they may remember your compassion for the rest of their lives as a force greater than their depression. Have a heart. Judge not lest ye be judged.

Pearl (via psych-facts)