SUGAR BOMB!

　　' ...𝐈 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐇𝐎𝐖. ' while he hadn't known all of that, it was hard to not imagine the kinds of things that vault-tec did after he learned the truth of his own vault. who knew what the other vaults held? but his furrowed brow remained.

if she's being honest about it, clara thinks she prefers seeing messed up alien planets to messed up earth; both are awful, of course, but it feels a little less personal, when it's not her planet. no doubt her own people are the reason earth will become this hellscape, in the future — it's not specific to america, surely? clara might not know much about bombs, but she knows they don't get set off in isolation — and that's a little harrowing. how are she and the doctor meant to fix this?

maybe that's not their job, but it feels like it; they make places better. and god knows this needs to be better.

❝ really. ❞ england still exists, then. that's something; it's hard to explain where you're from to someone who's never heard of your country. or your planet, for that matter. ❝ you wouldn't believe me if i told you. and given the state of everything, i think that's saying something. ❞ maybe, then, this impossible world is the one in which she'd be believed. ❝ my friend's got this ship. can get you anywhere. ❞

        lucy doesn't know for sure if england still exists in some form, but given what she's seen of the surface in the (once) united states, she has to assume there are some pockets of humanity left out there in the wider world. that part doesn't really phase her. it's the idea of traveling from across an entire ocean to be here that baffles her a little bit; she knows that the brotherhood have airships, but she didn't know such long-distance travel was still possible now.

it must be nice to be a man and make boring music just because you can now don't get me wrong, i'm a fan you're my second favorite frontman.

　　---and you could have me, if you weren't so afraid of me.

this was a magical place where the butter was beautiful and i would solve mysteries of the universe and meet brilliant women, kindred spirits who would explore this brave new world with me.

my mother fainted, then called four people, then fainted again.

i hate you for this.

why are you in pain?

never listen to me. i'm nuts.

disgraceful.

i just want her to be happy. it's easier to be happy when you're pretty.

how long are you going to be doing this, running around at night, taking money from strangers like a schnorrer?

just because there is a door doesn’t mean you use it. a door does not represent infinite possibilities.

you’re not mad? or stunned? not even mildly bemused?

it’s downtown. if you have underwear on, you’re overdressed.

a starving artist never pays.

i have to go. i have to leave. you. i have to leave you.

i'm... i'm... i'm not happy.

nobody's happy. it's yom kippur!

practice a little. try it again when you feel more confident about the moves.

i thought my life was going to be something different. i thought i was going to be someone different.

did you ever think you were supposed to be something and you suddenly realize you’re not?

i’m a con now. i’ve got a rap sheet. i’m hard. i’m a hard, used woman.

is my hair gray? it feels gray.

look at all the people. they look so happy. are they high?

did you notice i’m not wearing my own shoes? i’m not. don’t know what happened, either. now I’m just a single, gray-haired ex-con drinking hooch and eating old nuts in someone else’s shoes.

tonight was an isolated incident. there are medications i can take to make sure that never happens again.

i don’t mind being alone. i just do not want to be insignificant.

you’re not my wife.

it’s a terrible, terrible job. it should not exist. like cancer, or god.

i’m not gonna say no to you. not after i saw what you’re capable of.

[name] probably loved that first wife of his, and then she went nuts and burned the house down.

you want a smack in the face?

oh, there was crying. so much crying. a good 40 to 50 minutes of crying.

please, just stop talking.

i’m not talking. you’re not talking, either. quiet’s nice sometimes...

it didn’t work. it’s nobody’s fault. xometimes these things happen, okay? people with the best of intentions just grow apart.

hmm, do i want some iced tea? let me think... fuck you.

first you stand me up. then you bataan death march me through buckingham palace. you make me hold your kid’s filthy hand, which means i probably got 14 different kinds of cholera right now.

are those two really your children or did we just break in and kidnap a couple kids?

for one moment, i said and did things that i’ve never done or said before. but that is all a complete blur to me now. i don’t know how i got there. I wouldn’t know how to get there again.

i am not a violent man, [name]. but if i were, i would take you up to my apartment and throw you out the window.

do you know why I’m not throwing you out this window? because my window is on a higher floor and i want to make sure it sticks.

no. you do not call me [name]. you call me nothing. you don’t talk to me or look at me. if you see me on the street, you will cross the street, whether or not there is a crosswalk present. your pedestrian safety is of no importance to me anymore.

it’s the bras, right? it’s the bras. and the girdles and the corsets, all designed to cut off the circulation to your brain. so, you walk around on the verge of passing out and you look at your husband and he tells you things and you just believe them!

i used to be delicate. i was delightful. i was a goddamn flower! i smelled like roses and the sunshine shone out of my ass.

i know i must seem a bit angry and deranged to you all right now... and i am.

i’ll admit, i would like to repeatedly kick every man here in the balls over the course of the next several hours. i won’t, though. i am still a lady. and a lady never kicks men repeatedly in the balls for more than 20, 30 minutes tops. because then her girdles start to draw blood.

worst part was the blood. it was everywhere. on the walls, on the floor. i mean, look at this! he was like a fire hydrant. and I love this top...

yeah, i called her and it was awful. i mean, i forgot my own name. how the hell does that happen?