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Firefox is a gateway drug to realizing you can do whatever you want with computers. It starts with getting adblock and then you start thinking about what else is possible

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the far side (in 3D)

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Jason: signed us up for father-son-juggling classes!

Zain, leaning to Salim: am i being punished?

Salim: no, it's meant to be good quality time... i think.

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You give me a military man with trauma, I give you a boy toy in cute underwear

(I decided to come back to this drawing and make some changes)

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people who write fics. how do you feel about comments on super old ones you wrote like 2+ years ago

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this actually is rewiring my brain as we speak

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fountain in italy

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Willow Ptarmigan (Lagopus lagopus), in transitional plumage, family Phasianidae, Alaska

photograph by Kristina Ellis

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tumblr friendships are hard to maintain like im sorry i know i havent talked to you in 5 months but you’re still super rad and i still consider us friends im just dumb

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Voice part 5

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four

His dream was still on his mind as Salim got ready for his day. Jason's face was so clear that he must have seen it before. Salim was sure the man wasn't at the mixer—he would have remembered meeting someone who used sign language. So where had Jason come from? Some modeling campaign, perhaps? He was certainly handsome enough.

“Morning,” the voice greeted him from the player.

“Good morning,” Salim returned.

“Sleep well?”

“I had a strange dream,” Salim confessed. He described it as he made his bed and grabbed clothes for the day. There was silence from the player when he finished.

“Sounds like your brain's tryin' to tell ya somethin',” the voice said at last.

“That I should start learning American Sign Language?”

“No, smart-ass,” the voice said with an amused lilt in the tone. “That maybe you ain't really into what's-his-name.”

Salim considered this as he dressed. He had enjoyed his time at the art gallery, and it was him who asked to see Ethan again. The two of them were still getting to know each other. Salim wasn't into the kiss, but that just meant he wasn't ready for it.

“I've only been on one date,” he argued out loud. “I need more time with him.” He finished dressing and headed toward the kitchen, pausing to look back at the player. “Do you, ah, need to rest?” He wasn't sure how exactly it worked, but the player had been running all night.

“I'm good,” the voice assured him.

“All right. I'll be out in the garden.”

Salim spent the morning pulling weeds and watering his plants. A few of them looked nearly ready for harvest. After several hours of hard work and hot sun, Salim was eager for a break. He went in and made himself lunch, checking his phone for messages. There were a few from Zain that he answered. After some debate, he messaged Ethan.

'Looking forward to Tuesday.'

He finished lunch and cleaned up the dishes. Zain messaged him back and the two connected over a video call. The boy was excited as he talked about university life. He was making friends with his roommate, enjoyed all his classes so far, and had even joined the football team. When the conversation turned to Salim, he hesitated in mentioning his fledgling dating life. Instead, he stuck to discussing his garden and work.

[I hope you're getting out and meeting people too, Baba,] Zain said.

[Who's the parent again?] Salim teased, but knew his son had a point. [I'm so proud of you, son,] he went on. [And I'm happy you're doing so well.]

[I love you, Baba.]

[I love you too, Zain.] He ended the call. It was a bittersweet feeling, knowing Zain was growing up and not being able to see it first-hand. Salim sighed and headed into his room to get out of his gardening clothes.

“Hey,” the voice piped up. “You okay? I wasn't tryin' to listen in or nothin'.”

“I just miss him,” Salim sighed out. “Feeling the empty nest, as it were. He isn't wrong about me going out more,” Salim added.

“Where would you wanna go?”

“I'm not sure. Go out and watch a live game? Maybe a concert or a play.”

“Any of those sound fun,” the voice agreed. “What music do ya like?”

“I've been getting into British rock,” Salim confessed. “Zain introduced me to Queen.” He almost reciprocated the question before remembering he was talking to a voice on a tape. “I'm going to take a shower,” he announced, “then maybe do some chores.”

“I'll be here,” the voice responded.

The day went on mostly without incident. Salim caught himself looking through pictures of male models, trying to find a face that matched the one in his dreams. Zain was right: Salim needed to get out more.

With Ethan finally texting back confirming their date, maybe Salim would.

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I love me sum good bromance

( also I suck at drawing real people so tell me if they actually look like their character models )

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pro insider tips for black friday from a retail worker

stay home

stay home

stay home

stay home

stay home

stay home

stay home

dont even think about going to a store

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don’t kiss him in public, the boy isn’t ready

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These dining chairs, seen in the 1974 horror comedy 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝑭𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒊𝒏, were later reused in the 2003 film 𝑷𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒏: 𝑪𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝑷𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒍 before making their way to 2015’s 𝑪𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝑷𝒆𝒂𝒌.   Where else have these chairs been used, and where are they now? Find out! Bit.ly/props001      

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Merwin: You on that gay shit now LT? Taking it up the ass for that Iraqi DILF like a good wife huh?

Jason: Mhm. I prefer bein' called 'Domesticated'. Fold yer clothes with you still in 'em if you want Corporal.

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Klasyczek.