#I love the sun and how it makes me feel

[littlecatsnotkids]

I dance around the living room when I’m home alone with the music blasting and I think for a minute life is okay

[merrigel]

I want it back = I drag its dead weight forward

[electronicmail]

Firefox-official vs electronicmail

Hydrogen bomb vs coughing baby

okay come up with a better idea then. firefox-official is gone asshole it’s electronicmail or nothing

[woolysstuff]

I AM SO NORMAL ABOUT HIM

Evil!Sun my beloved (Edit// This Evil!Sun is from TSAMS and is not an AU of mine guys)

Bonus doodle

[chill4234]

Things that I know.

1. Yaoi is the opposite of yuri

2. According to tumblr, yuri seems to be just about anything, but I have most commonly seen it take the form of two inanimate objects in close proximity to one another. Eg minecraft furnace and crafting table, trains crashing into each other, etc.

Therefore, we can conclude that Yaoi is two inanimate objects that are very far apart from each other. The sun and the earth are yaoi.

[thatsrightice]

Val Kilmer on the set of Top Gun (1986)

[cacaocheri]

this was supposed to be one drawing!! ONE DRAWING!!!!!!!!! but every time i draw them i can't stop i need to keep going

[jade-of-mourning]

sorry sometimes i think about mako and my heart hurts so much. this kid raised himself and his brother on the streets in homelessness and utter poverty from eight through fifteen, promptly after seeing the violent death of his mother and father. he turned to the triple threats because they couldn't survive as a pair of wretched kids without any adult support, and the environment forced him to turn into the exact character that killed his parents in a terrible twist of irony. and after sheer-fucking-luck hits and they aren't homeless anymore, their livelihood wavers on the outcome of what's a literally game to everyone but them; and after things are finally starting to look up and their team is going places and things just might be okay, his gradually stabilizing world unceremoniously expands and everything goes to shit.

and the city that chewed him up and spat him back out, ruined him as a child and took away his ability to stay afloat in a true sense of normalcy as an adult — when it's on the verge of destruction and falling to pieces before his eyes, he gives himself to save it with the full expectation to die. he went from the kid who didn't and couldn't care about anything outside of himself and his brother, to finding redemption for his younger self in his police work despite its injustice against him, to willingly sacrificing himself to a world that had never loved him.

he's a desperate people pleaser, socially and emotionally stunted for the adult he had to be as a kid, unable to navigate interpersonal relationships easily yet still trying his damned hardest. he's intensely and entirely devoted to the things that matter to him and for so long it was only him, bolin, and ensuring their survival — yet by the end, that devotion has expanded to protecting the rest of the world. he starts out entirely self-reliant and ends in trusting the people he cares about to know their own needs, to be able to take care of themselves, to be okay without him despite having spent so much of his life defined by his role in others' well-being.

just. what the fuck i'm such a big fan of this fictional guy and i'm unashamed about it at this point. also let him cry please (if you won't i'll do it i'll let him cry)

[yamsgarden]

holy shit time flies...

[xenomorphicdna]

On the string propaganda

Heeellll yeah

Bestie is an entire PLACE

I look at those guys and let me tell you the soul of that thing ain't just in the puppet, it's in all the neurons carrying the thoughts and emotions, it's in the power rails that serve as the heart. All the memories in the memory conflux and all the numbers we see flicker across displays, the flux condensers, the puppet; a little avatar.

No way these massive machines see life the same way we do. They have their own experiences and senses and things they hold dear. A world we can't imagine, a way of living we couldn't even comprehend.

I could never tear an iterator apart to be just a puppet. Who am I to decide how's life supposed to be enjoyed or perceived?

You treat your creechurs however you want- I ain't gonna dictate that. But damn, hearing the thrums and buzzes of the linear systems rail? They are alive with so much power, these mechanical beasts are exactly what they should be.

[mintjeru]

i would like to award kaveh the highest honor i can bestow 🖤💚🤍

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[sholmeser]

so like it’s 1999 and solid snake is in zanzibar land and gray fox tells you that all he can do is fight. it’s all he has and it’s probably all you’re ever going to have, too, because deep down you know your father is right, you know he is right as you click the lighter and burn the flesh off his skin, you know he is right when he tells you, this will never go away. i am always going to be a part of you. it’s 2005 and solid snake is in shadow moses island, alaska and gray fox tells you that’s good, snake. hit me harder. do it more. that’s good. when you meet meryl you kill the guards, and then snake thinks he loves her, so you kill psycho mantis for her, ocelot tortures you and you withstand it for her, you beat liquid to a pulp for her and while his blood is on your fists he smiles and tells you that you two, you’ll always be the same. gray fox means violence means meryl means violence, so what’s love if not that? what is it if not the feeling of broken bones under your knuckles, if not the smell of your father’s burnt flesh? but she's too young, she doesn’t understand you and she couldn’t if she tried, because she’s eighteen years old and doesn’t know any better and doesn’t understand that after you sleep with her you’re going to get up and let the pillow grow cold, she thinks you’ll tell her everything and when you don’t, because you can’t, she’ll leave you. you kill him with your fists and for her you destroy shadow moses and you hear him say to you again that’s good, snake, that feels good, do it harder. but it isn’t a coincidence that in mgs1 you meet otacon at the same time you meet gray fox. otacon who is so scared of battle he pisses his pants and otacon who cries over a woman who could never love him back and otacon who thinks good people like dogs, kind people like dogs, otacon who passed you a meal, ready-to-eat and a bottle of ketchup across the bars of your cell and when you ask him why the fuck are you here if you cant help me he says to you, i thought you might be hungry. otacon who gives you her handkerchief that was once her mother's and will be hers once again when she dies, when you rest it atop her glazed-over irises, a cycle of love. she was a good person, snake, and so are you. she liked the wolves and you do too. otacon who cries over his baby sister’s little body, who blames himself for being seventeen years old under the touch of the woman who should have been his mother. otacon who when it's 2014 will make you the solid eye and the octocamo suit and the mk. ii to keep you safe and say to you, don't hurt anyone, snake. will say to you: i'll follow you wherever you go, like this. otacon who blubbers like a baby and cries too much and who, when it's 2009 in new york city, you have to say to, go rescue the hostages, because if you don’t he’s going to crumple in on himself, a dying star. this is how you love, you don’t say to him, and how i love, because you showed me how. wrap your arms around his shoulders and hope it’s enough.

[diazheartsbuckley]

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TW: Mentions of abuse

"What is this?" Eddie questions as Buck places a brown file in front of him, not even saying a word. Buck had barely spoken to him for the past week and Eddie knew that he was treading waters, that he had really messed this one up even if it had been with the best intentions. "Well, since you're so interested in putting your nose where it doesn't belong, open it and find out" "Buck, look, I'm sorry. I know that I shouldn't have-..." "Just read it. Or at least just look it through" Eddie flips through a few pages and soon concludes that it's Buck's medical record. There are x-rays, doctors' notes, and treatment plans that looks like they weren't followed. "I think this one is the most interesting" Buck stops Eddie from flipping and Eddie notes the date - a week before Buck was arrested for assault with a deadly weapon. "What is this?" Buck shifts from angry to nervous to visibly upset before he explains. "My biological father threw me out the window for being home five minutes past curfew, broke my wrist and forearm. So-..." Buck exhales sharply. "I decided that I had had enough and I tried to kill him"

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"I uhm-... I'm sorry, lieutenant" "No, you're not, Buck. And we both know that you're only sorry because your friends aren't here to bail you out of trouble" Eddie grins, baring his canines and watches Buck faltering as he holds onto his wrist. "You're right. I'm not sorry" "That's better. So tell me, what are you gonna do to make it up to me?" Buck's cheeks become more and more red by the second as he places his hand on top of Eddie's half-hard cock and gives it a firm squeeze, biting his lip in anticipation. "Are you looking to get caught, probie?" Eddie questions lowly and Buck lets his hand ride down Eddie's inner thigh. "Fuck me in the bathroom" "Oh, you think that you can make demands?" Buck gulps and shakes his head a little. "Will you please fuck me, lieutenant? I deserve to be punished" "That's more like it. Be a good boy and go to the bathroom and wait for me"

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"You try telling that to whoever'll be reading our mission report. Everyone saw what happened out there. I failed my team and I failed you, Buck" Buck can't help but to notice that this is the first time that the sergeant doesn't use his full last name but rather the name that everyone knows him by. But it doesn't feel like the right time to point it out. "I'm okay, Eddie" Buck puts his hand gently on Eddie's shoulder, feeling it slowly ease up as he touches him and Eddie just nods slightly, smiling briefly. "I know. I just-..." "I'm okay. So is your team. Jackson will be okay too, you know?" "Okay. Thank you" "No need for 'thank you's', sergeant. We're all here for the same reason"

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Once Buck slots the key to his motel room into the lock, it beeps and clicks open and it quickly earns him a firm set of hands on his hips, almost pushing him inside. "You're that eager, huh?" Buck murmurs as he reaches backwards, his hand landing on the side of Eddie's stubbled jaw. "Hmm" Eddie spins him around in a shift move, his fingers effortlessly unbuttoning his shirt in front of Buck, exposing his chiseled and slightly sweaty chest. "Eager doesn't begin to cut it, darlin'" The Southern drawl in Eddie's voice making a clear appearance and Buck is pretty sure that he was to simply close his eyes and listen to Eddie talk to him, he'd be coming in his pants within minutes.

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[koushuwu]

when Levi kissed you for the first time, time itself slowed. it reared to a pace, ever so slow. when his lips met yours. he felt the earth turning on it’s axis, slowing to a halt. when your lips pressed against his, time and space stretched, as if trying to make the moment even longer. as if to make it last, as much as he himself wanted it to last for all entirety to come. as much as he wanted it to last when you smiled against him. it didn’t. you pulled back, and looked at him, something akin to stars in your eyes. sparkling and mirroring his very own. but then you cupped his cheeks in your hands and kissed him again. and as he shuddered and the world stopped just for him, he wished again and again that this moment would in fact never end.

*:･ﾟ✧ koushuwu

[doll-elvis]

I’m just having one of those days…

(crying over a man I never met because I miss him)

[moe-broey]

One thing they don't tell you about the Senshi tulpa that WILL inevitably manifest in your mind to tell you to eat better is that. Every time I make myself a coffee via kuerig instantly, I can hear him. Lamenting the fact that I have become so accustomed to convenience and ease that even a standard coffee machine has become foreign to me. I am thinking about how to make coffee without use of a machine in the first place, I am wondering where my french press went, I can see him. In my mind. Showing me how to make coffee in The Dungeon. Dungeon Coffee.