#I feel weirdly peaceful

[historyofrobots]

Had a psychologically revealing work dream about leadership insecurity and anxiety set in an abandoned shopping mall. While I was walking towards the exit just before I woke up, a circle pit formed behind and technically distantly ahead of me around a large empty display area. I was the leader and I was bad at setting an example but I tried and people followed!

[shyaringan]

idk if this will mean anything to anybody or will reach the right audience But in the off chance it does-

I used to post art all the time, my username was @reegis and I used to draw a ton of mechanisms fanart??

I was (and still am ngl) having a lot of health issues and logged out because i was overwhelmed and really needed a break that I assumed would only be temporary. its a Very long story but tldr- was logged out, new phone, email accounts didnt transfer over like id thought they would, absolutely no clue what email id used for the blog, tumblr Shockingly not helpful about it.

I only recently started drawing again, and got an overwhelming amount of encouragement from my friends to start posting instead of just keeping to myself.

probably none of that makes sense to anybody!

but if you happen to recognize that username hi! i miss you and im sorry for disappearing

[yuseirra]

Disconnect

[shih-coulda-had-it]

69 kinks AFOMachia Number 58

58. scent | wc: ~400

All for One grew up surrounded by trash. He used to wear trash. He hadn’t known to be disgusted by it until he confronted that glowing child from China, who’d scrunched his nose up and ignored the fresh blood splattered on All for One’s face and clothes, instead insulting All for One for bringing in the scent of the unwashed masses into his sterile fortress of a home. 

Yoichi once accused him of obsessing over his appearance, paying tailors and luxuriating in expensive products, especially if they were scented.

He was reasonably vain.

He was not, as almost every instinct insisted he do, going to shove Machia off the bed for sticking his nose against the sweaty hollow of All for One’s throat and taking a deep, satisfied breath. But his hands spasmed.

“What are you doing?” he demanded. He tried to reassure himself that Machia was totally obedient and loyal, that adding the third meta ability (which had the particularly apt name of Dog) couldn’t be the one that broke this follower’s faith. But when Machia licked All for One’s flesh and groaned, All for One repeated his question at a higher pitch.

“My Lord,” said Machia, sounding dazed. ��The doctor--he trained me to detect you by your scent, but all he had were your clothes, and your clothes had you, but it wasn’t really you--”

All for One grabbed a handful of Machia’s wild hair, preventing him from nuzzling the space between his pectoral muscles or even possibly lower than that. “Make sense, Machia.”

The pupils in his eyes were blown wide. Machia spoke in a rumble, a low register that vibrated All for One’s heart, “Your scent. There is nothing artificial affecting it now.” Though Machia did not have a face predisposed to joy, he smiled like he’d been given a priceless gift.

“... What do I smell like?”

Machia’s smile cracked into a wry grin. “Sex, my Lord.” 

He scoffed to hide his relief. “So I do. But is there truly nothing unique to note? I’ve read plenty of literature that insists on people smelling like strawberries, or coffee, or even freshly-baked goods without the help of perfume.”

“Hmm.” Another deep inhale. “I cannot describe it well. I only know for certain that it belongs solely to you.”

All for One turned his eyes to the ceiling. Absently, he loosened his hold and carded his fingers through the shaggy mess that Machia called a hairstyle. Machia relaxed. He was a heavy weight, sprawled on top of All for One. “Like rot and ruin, I’ve been told.”

“Surface smells,” Machia replied, dismissive. “Whoever told you so, ignore them. They did not have my nose.”

[whiteshipnightjar]

saoirse ronan in 2016. this is one of my favorite photos of anyone ever really. if you imagine me as a concept, whatever that means, this is it.

[vaguely-concerned]

I was going to have rye maaaybe start to buy into solas' whole johnny silverhand deal a little bit more in the post-weisshaupt talk -- to Progress the Arc tm/set up the beginning softening in that relationship and heighten the effect when it eventually goes. quite another way entirely -- but the sheer spectacular cruelty in hindsight of 'at least you still have varric to talk to' is such that considering where I'm intending to end up with this narratively, the stoic 'not here to make friends you fucker gimme your intel' option is simply irresistible. gotta have that echo rattling around rye's head forever when he decides that you know what? I have had enough of being nice, actually. I do want to go ape shit. someone hold my coat for me please I have some work to do and I don't want to stain it. guess for now the ol' watcher training & instincts are still kicking in enough for them to treat solas like a tricky spirit you should treat with respect and good intentions, but also shouldn't be out there offering little fingers to unless you have a whole arm lying around to spare haha

[age-of-moonknight]

House of M: Avengers (Vol. 1/2007), #5.

Writer: Christos N. Gage; Penciler: Mike Perkins; Inker: Andrew Hennessy; Colorist: Raul Trevino; Letterer: Rus Wooton

[the-jam-to-the-unicorn]

Easter Greetings by the President of Ukraine

Great People of Great Ukraine!

Today we celebrate a significant holiday — the Resurrection of the Lord. Easter. Easter symbolizes the liberation of the human soul from the slavery of evil and darkness. It symbolizes the victory of goodness and justice, the victory of life over death.

We have been fighting for all of this for 802 days in a row. 802 days of freedom standing up to darkness, valor standing up to terror. 802 days of our resistance, which can be described by the words from the Gospel of John: "The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it…"

The exact same words are dedicated to one of the exhibitions at St. Sophia Cathedral, where I am now. Together, this exhibition and the other works by various Ukrainian artists convey a deep meaning. These are the icons on ammunition boxes. They are saturated with the smoke of our land and the spirit of our people. They are the symbols of great trials and great power that helps us overcome them. Each of these icons is like a divine manifestation, a proof that the heavens are with us, an answer to the question of why Ukrainians have withstood. It is because in the most difficult circumstances and in the darkest times we are able to create light. We can do it on boards scorched by fire and grief, that came from Ukrainian cities and villages exhausted by suffering. We can do this by combining the seemingly incompatible: the war and the Lord, by overcoming evil with faith, overcoming adversity with hope.

When taking a closer look at these icons, one can understand the feelings of our entire nation. It's a mirror that reflects our reality in times of war, the path we have already taken, and this Easter, and our entire present. This is what our amulets look like today. This is how we feel that God is protecting us through the hands of our warriors. This is how we see the protection of the heavenly forces, embodied in the Security and Defense Forces of Ukraine, every Ukrainian who devotes themself to the sacred cause of defending their native land from darkness and evil.

These icons bear the names of heroes who sacrificed their lives to protect us. They showed that Ukrainians kneel only to pray. And never do they kneel in front of invaders and occupiers.

The Bible teaches us to love our neighbor. And the present has shown us the true meaning of this word. When we support and help each other even hundreds of kilometers away from one another. We protect each other. We pray for each other. When we all have become closer to each other, we have become each other's neighbors. And our former neighbor, who was always making us take him for a brother, remains distant from us for centuries. They have broken all the commandments, coveted our house, and come to kill us. The world sees it.

God knows it. And we believe that there is a chevron with the Ukrainian flag on the shoulder of God. Therefore, with such an ally, life will definitely prevail over death.

As we overcome a common path and experience common pain, we are all united today by one common prayer. We pray for all our warriors who are celebrating Easter in the trenches and on the positions. We pray for our warriors of light, who restrain demons in all directions. We pray for those who keep another commandment in their lives: to defend Ukraine. We pray that they all come back alive.

We pray for all our civilians who work hard every day to strengthen our state and ensure that it successfully overcomes evil. We pray for those who live and work for this purpose.

We pray for all our children, for all the boys and girls brave far beyond their years, whose childhood was stolen from them by Russia, but who, despite everything, have not forgotten how to smile and believe in miracles.

We pray for all our mothers and fathers who were robbed of a happy, peaceful aging, and who, despite everything, are holding on and taking care of us.

We pray for all our cities and villages, that should feel the Lord's grace, not the constant terror of evil, and which have black clouds hanging over them, and bombs and missiles coming from those who belong in hell, not in the Ukrainian sky.

We pray for our lands and our people, whose spirit cannot be broken. And we remember the words written in St. Sophia Cathedral above the Oranta image, which came true in our lives: "God is in the midst of the city, and it will not be shaken. God will help it before dawn.”

Today, we are praying for all Ukrainians who are waiting for this dawn and will certainly see it. They will find peace, truth, and God, who will return to the scorched land, the land scarred with craters and trenches. He will return with peace, tranquility, and flowers instead of mines in the fields. He will return with children's laughter instead of the roar of an air alarm. The light that will return to all of our Lord-given land, to all the territories that are temporarily occupied by the devils. God will return to Mariupol. To the slag heaps and the seashores. It has always been so. It will definitely be so. I believe in this every day, especially on this glorious day in this glorious place, the history of which reminds us that neither the Horde invasion, nor the Nazi occupation, nor the Russian terror will be able to wipe us off the face of the Earth.

May the heavens strengthen our will in the battle against thralldom. May they give us courage for new achievements and wisdom to appreciate all that we have already gained. May they give us the strength to maintain unity, and give us unity to enhance our strength. May God grant eternal rest to all those who gave their lives for Ukraine and everlasting peace to their descendants, to all our children and grandchildren, and to all our future generations. They have the sacred right to know what a peaceful Easter in a peaceful Ukraine is.

Today we pray for it and we fight for it.

And the light shines in the darkness...

Happy Easter to all of you, dear Ukrainians!

Christ is risen!

He is risen indeed!

[wrenhavenriver]

i got my pathology results back at my one week post-surgery appointment with my oncologist yesterday and all the margins looked good with no evidence of lymphatic spread, which means there's no need for radiation or chemo atm - instead i'll be having imaging done every three months to watch for any recurrence and we'll go from there 🙃

[magentagalaxies]

i'm a woman but only in the way where sometimes a male musician from the late 90s/early 00s decides to write from a woman's perspective but that's not immediately clear until they say "i'm a woman" in the lyrics and you immediately google whether the musician is trans and the answer is no but you've already decided to relate to the song in a trans way anyway

[bushido-jack]

//my favorite thing lately has been scrubbing the internet for decades old samurai jack edits and amvs and watching them. there’s so much love for samurai jack in them, faith that he would be back to finish his tale one day, and it fits perfectly with the time it came out lol. the edits aren’t as great as they would be with technology nowadays and the music is often linkin park but there’s always an open love for Jack and the series in there. and there’s something about seeing people love Jack even when it’s not at it’s most angsty, when it’s just seasons 1-4, without the novelty, without anything else to focus on but what makes Jack Jack.

[scribl1ta]

A girl fell asleep with her head on my shoulder on the bus today

[thedreadvampy]

Got a paramount+ trial subscription. Just finished watching all of Strange New Worlds (review: solid star trek shenanigans, pretty much all bangers with the exception of the Spock-is-human episode which just suuuuuucked and the Klingon war trauma episode about which I have let's say Philosophical Reservations in that it could have been more Space M*A*S*H. not as gay as I was promised, in fact I would say disappointingly heterosexual. adore uhura, hemmer and la'an. cannot believe they gorned my boy 😢)

Off sick all week with COVID can't really do anything except lie around and watch TV.

[odetolovers]

i’m losing it

[multifandombullshitbabes]

vincent perotta was such an interesting unsub, more so because of how he reacted when hotch dug up his past. the way he asked "some people?" as if he was sad that he ended up like that, but apparently its not obligatory. like there was hope??

idk it was so interesting. he probably thought torturing and killing ppl is just normal, its what his brain responds to, i bet it makes him feel alive and in control in a way he never was under his fathers roof.

and i think his and hotch's moment was so good. their relationship needs to be explored more, theres so much there

[rememberingthesugden-dingles]

it’s officially midnight over here which means i’m officially 30 years old... feels weird to say but here we are

goodbye youth, hello wisdom 🍾