#TFDS

[problematicbots]

Warning for my own personal fans continuity called Darkside.

This continuity I'm making and developing in my head does have a few charges. I will also be adding underused character and making them take the spotlight as the main cast. Along with maybe just maybe making Optimus a bit of a antagonist. No he not evil at all or on the opposing team..he still heroic just..way too much of perfectionist..to say lightly.

[dergarabedian]

Huawei lanza dos servicios de computación en la nube con inteligencia artificial

La empresa tecnológica china Huawei presentó los servicios de computación en la nube Ascend AI y Pangu Model 3.0, que apuntan a desbloquear el potencial de la inteligencia artificial (IA) para generar crecimiento en sectores diversos. Continue reading Untitled

[sillyfairygarden]

gods least favourite angel meets a random dude

[justalittlesolarpunk]

HAPPY TRANS FUTURES DAY!!! YOU ALL HAVE A FUTURE!!! 🏳️‍⚧️

Trans people can and do grow up. 🧍

Trans people can and do grow old. 🧓

Trans people can and do have kids (if they want them!) 🧑‍🍼

Trans people can and do fight climate change. 🌍

Trans people can and do restore nature. 🌱

Trans people can and do make the world a more socially just and equitable place. 🟰

Trans people can and do work with cutting-edge computing. 🧑‍💻

Trans people can and do cure diseases, invent vacccines, pioneer surgical techniques, and save lives. 🏥

Trans people can and will be a part of the future. 🏳️‍⚧️✊❤️

[collinnmckinley]

The First Descendant ✧ dev. NEXON Games Co. ↳ Character selection - Ajax

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[swifty-fox]

would love [adore] from the prompt list for two fingers down buck to bucky

[ adore ] for a kiss on the stomach/thighs

"If you could take your bike anywhere, regardless of oceans or mountains and shit, where would you ride?"

"Where would I ride?" Gale switches his toothpick from one corner of his mouth to the other.

John sits up and reaches down to brush the hair off Gale's forehead. He smelled like gasoline and asphalt and just the vaguest hint of blood. Later John would peel off the road-worn clothes and seek out wherever Gale's body had made contact with the rough road. Press his lips and his hands and his careful care to the raw spot and put the biker back together.

Gale didn't need anyone looking after his hurts, John just liked wresting the other man back from the roads and into his bed.

"Yeah," he says, "Anywhere in the world, Buck."

"Think that's more of a question for you, Bucky. You're the worldly one."

John scoffs, "Don't think jungles from hell or the asscrack of Wisconsin count as worldly."

Gale hums, turning his face into the offered inner fold of Johns thigh, inhaling tenderly. One hand idly traces the sensitive hollows of John's knee, brushing the leg-hair smooth in slow strokes.

"Come on," John prompts, "There's gotta be somewhere."

He brushes a thumb along the apple of Gale's cheek, feels it curve into a sharp upward trajectory that was the other man's smile.

"Florida."

"Florida?"

Gale pokes open an eye, fondly tired, "Yeah. Right down the coast while NASA launches their rockets."

John stares at him.

"Evening, right when the sky's hitting the water," Gale continues softly, brow furrowed and staring off as if the vision was mere feet away, "And I feel the rocket shakin' everything under my wheels."

Wheels because he couldn't be a pilot, a pilot because they'd never take a kid like him into a space program. John swipes another thumb across Gale's temple and thinks go or not the war fucked everyone up a little bit.

"Let's go."

"What?"

John drops the wrapped newspaper Gale had brought in with him that morning next to them and points at the front page.

"Apollo 11 is launching next month. We should ride down there and catch it. You and me."

"That's a long way to ride piggyback-"

"I'll ride mine."

Gale blinks.

John hadn't been willing to ride more than twenty minutes at a time, too scared a certain kick of the wheels of growl fo the engine might send him back into the pilots seat and into an already hole punched grave. He still got jittery hands wrapping around the handlebars. Gale had told him he didn't care if John never rode with them. But he knew the other man was itching to go somewhere further than an overnight stay.

"It's about time, I think."

Gale leans up to kiss him, drops his lips down John's neck and chest in slow presses. When he gets to the curve of John's stomach he hears something rare. A single quiet exhale of laughter against the dark curls. John grins up at the ceiling

[kaitaiga]

Smoko 🚬

Just another sleepless night for Archie.

I was writing something for this but it turned into two separate story ideas 😂 so maybe next time.

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[yinses]

asdfghdjs i need him religiously

[areggos-art-dump]

valby emote comm <3

[hiddenjuno]

PECK + TAVIE + LIZA

[gamesnippets]

When someone insults my polar bear child

[coachtfd]

Now, let’s look at another talking point here:

Spurs castaway Juan Foyth just won a World Cup.

Lisandro “Too Short For The Premier League” Martinez just won a World Cup.

5’7” Lionel Messi (my height) just won a a World Cup and is cemented as the GOAT.

Alexis “He Plays For Brighton” Mac Allister just won a World Cup.

Angel Di Maria, considered by some a Manchester United flop, just won a World Cup.

Lionel Scaloni from Pujato, a small town in Santa Fe Province, lost to Liverpool in the FA Cup final when he played for West Ham (I remember that), was only played once in the 2006 World Cup as a player, didn’t even make the shortlist for FIFA’s Best Football Coach award after winning the Copa America against Brazil in 2021, JUST WON A WORLD CUP.

This was the team for second chances, for the people who were written off, underestimated, never given a chance, doubted or were just late bloomers. This was the team for everyone who was ever told they can’t do it because they’re “too this” or “too that,” or because they “haven’t yet” or “never did.” This was the underdogs’ team. 🙌🏾

🇦🇷🇦🇷🇦🇷

[biomecharnotaurus]

Old man posting AGAIN

[sillyfairygarden]

the first disciple

Summary:

Joel snorts. “I didn’t carry you out here to leave you to die, did I? You’re in no shape to go out there again, even if you are a stupid god.” He stands carefully, cursing at the noise his joints make. “So do me a favor: don’t die, mister Winter.” “It—It’s Etho,” the god says, feeling something settle in his chest that is not fear nor pain, not resignation nor the crushing cold of snow. “My name, it’s Etho.” Joel looks down at him, and now Etho can see the fire in his eyes, burning like a hearth instead of a man. “Alright then, Etho.” The knife catches the gold of the firepit, dancing with gold. “No dying, y’hear?”

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