AleksanderRed

“Hey Gordon,” I say, approaching my friend to greet him kindly. He never responded, but he always seemed to appreciate the greeting back in the days of Black Mesa. Gordon turned to me slowly, his expression frozen in a blank, cold, dead-eyed stare. His gaze pierced through my soul like a dagger. I could see through his eyes deep into his mind, and I felt something die inside of me. It must have been in response to seeing the things no one should ever have to see.

sometimes it seems like you have an infinite stock of cursed doodles and sketches stored away somewhere and you‘re just waiting for some innocent soul to ask a somewhat related question so you can release another batch of hellspawn doodles upon this cursed land.i i‘m willing to bet my life on the fact that you have like a fuckin.. pafl vore au doodle somewhere in your files and you’re just awaiting a chance to show it to the world and cause irreversible psychological damage to anyone who sees it

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Hera: What’s the hardest thing to say?

#and not something understated with pants either #i’m talking padmé in rex’s armor and rex in one of her floor-length senatorial get-ups #hoo-boy

Alternatively, for those who’d rather see Rex wearing something colorful, this dress:

Shit oops my hand slipped

‘redemption arc’ this and ‘redemption arc’ that 

I think it’s because most stories assume the hero is in the right and therefore whatever side they eventually come to with new information is the new “good” one.