#i am mentally deranged

[voidfartm]

this is how it feels liking douma in a group that thinks he’s a freak

[atomarium]

im assigning mutuals what they are the mutual of to me

mutual of engineering

you build shit

youre also smart 👍🏽

[sid3buns]

Aisen for my dear friendo over twitter ✨

[johnslittlespoon]

hii happy pride month, have a little 'you're a dog (i'm your man)' chapter four snippet as an apology for radio silence <33

“Did I wake you?” Gale asks, glancing at John apologetically, but John looks up from his effort to avoid muddy puddles to shake his head. Gale supposes it’s a silly question; John sleeps like a rock, dead to disturbances made by anything other than his own brain.

“Just my sixth sense,” John says, shrugging and shooting him a small smile. Gale snorts.

“You got a radar for me?” He teases, and John smiles wider, eyes crinkling.

“Built in,” he answers matter–of–factly, raising a hand and making a fist over the center of his chest before dropping it, returning his vigilant gaze to the uneven ground. Gale stares for a moment longer, floored not for the first time by John’s apparent obliviousness to the weight of his sentimentality.

Even knowing John how he does, it’s always unexpected coming from someone who a stranger might assume to be brazen and surface–level; John’s loud mouth and wandering hands do him no favours in that regard.

But Gale does know John, like an extension of himself half the time, and still he manages to render him speechless. The way his heart flutters as the sentiment hangs in the air makes Gale want to reach down his throat and squeeze it until it never beats again.

[imogenkol]

— ONE STEP FORWARD

pairing: Imogen Kol (oc) x Bix Caleen rating: Mature words: 1k warnings: mentions of suicidal thoughts summary: Imogen finds Bix in a moment of vulnerability

notes: this is old, but I’m still very fond of it and wanted to put it in it’s own post before it inevitably gets changed once the new season drops. It’s based off this grainy shot of the leaked s2 trailer

Imogen knocked on the door. “Bix?”

“It’s open,” a hoarse voice called from inside.

Imogen entered to see the apartment in disarray. Clothes were strewn about the floor as well as a few stray possessions and an empty bottle or two. Remnants of a lightly picked over meal remained on the counter of the small kitchen, now long cold. Perhaps it was a good sign that the mechanic had eaten something, however meager it may be. Though Imogen made a mental note to urge her to eat a little more. 

Bix lay sprawled out on her stomach in the messy bed, appearing about as put together as her living quarters. If Imogen hadn’t heard her voice just a moment before, she would have thought Bix wasn’t even conscious. As she drew nearer, she noticed a familiar blaster rested loosely in her mechanic’s grip. 

One step forward, two steps back. 

A lump formed in Imogen’s throat, but she swallowed hard and sat on the edge of the bed. “How are you feeling?”

The first sign of life from Bix was a weak shrug. “Somewhere in between wanting to blast some Imp’s head off and my own.”

That filled Imogen with a sickening, ice-cold dread. She carefully reached for the blaster. “You know that I would never allow you to do that.”

Their fingers brushed as Imogen took the weapon out of her hand. The touch roused a reaction and the mechanic’s gaze snapped up to meet the former Inquisitor’s. Imogen expected to see anything from pain to fear, but Bix’s eyes were simply hollow. She could not bear to witness it for more than a couple of seconds. 

“All of a sudden you’re so concerned with coveting life, huh?”

“I covet yours above all others, Bix,” Imogen replied.

A sigh expelled from her lungs and she dragged herself into a sitting position. “You don’t need to worry. I was just… too deep in my own head.” 

Imogen nodded, but fully recognized the danger of such a thing. “Have you gotten out of this room today?”

“No.”

“One prison is enough to endure. You should not make it two,” she said gently.

Bix ran a hand though her disheveled curls and released another impatient huff. “Everyone has been looking at me like I’m some broken thing. I mean, I am, but… seeing it all over their faces makes me feel like I’m still strapped to that chair, losing my mind.”

Imogen knew she must have inadvertently contributed to that. Guilt twisted her insides. Of all people, she should have known better. “My master used to look at me differently than anyone else. Not in a way I found to be encouraging. Though she never said it, I could see she spent most of her days anticipating the worst from me. It is taxing.”

“It is,” the mechanic agreed wearily. She shifted closer, looping an arm through Imogen’s and resting her head on her shoulder.

Despite the topic of conversation, Imogen felt a light flutter in her chest as the heat of the other woman’s body warmed her. This type of candid affection they had started to share more frequently brought a specific kind of intoxication. It felt just as thrilling as any intimate touch, and she hid a smile. Imogen could be content with her like this. Just like this. 

Imogen turned her attention to the blaster in her hands. “I had not realized you still had this. I thought it was lost.”  

Bix studied the blaster like it was the only object of importance to her. “I kept it from you.”

“Why?”

“It makes me feel less vulnerable. And because it’s yours.” 

Imogen recalled when Bix had taken it straight from her holster out of a strong will to escape the Empire with her life.

The lightsaber on Imogen’s belt was much the same. Cal felt nothing but disdain for her saber. He felt the darkness in the Kyber crystal, the way it had been corrupted years ago by her hatred, when Imogen’s hands were still freshly stained by cold-blooded betrayal. Corruption breeds corruption, so he claimed, but Imogen would not have survived this long without the weapon. It was the only thing she ever put her full trust in. 

Perhaps the blaster was not some dark force searching to prey on an addled mind, rather the only tangible reminder of Bix’s own survival.

After a long moment of deliberation, Imogen offered the blaster back to her. “Now it is yours.”

Bix leaned back enough to meet her gaze again. Relief washed over the bounty hunter at the small spark that reignited within her rich eyes. “You’re sure?”

“I trust that you will continue to protect yourself with it. As I will continue to protect you.”

A soft smile tugged at the corner of Bix’s mouth, drawing Imogen’s gaze down for a split second. She suddenly became keenly aware of their lack of personal space. Bix took in her features as well before she accepted the blaster. “Thank you.”

“You will not be broken forever, Bix,” Imogen promised. 

The movements were subtle. Fingers tightened around her arm. Bix tilted her head towards hers ever so slightly. Imogen felt even the most acute form of contact. It pulled her in like a magnet, making each short breath stutter past her barely parted lips. 

“You can kiss me, you know,” Bix whispered. 

Imogen had never experienced a deeper temptation in all her life. It would be as easy as leaning in an inch or two. The last time her lips were graced by a kiss was on Ferrix before the uprising. That moment felt so far away and it made Imogen ache terribly for her. This pain reached past every defense to tear at what was left of her very soul. Somehow, that only made her crave the pain more.

But Imogen could not bring herself to give in. Not while Bix was like this.

Wordlessly, the bounty hunter tilted her chin up and gently pressed her lips to Bix’s temple. Imogen felt her beloved lean into the kiss as her tense muscles eased. She sensed it gifted them both a moment of peace, so she pulled away and rested her forehead where the ghost of her kiss remained, feeling no rush to part from her mechanic.

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[skitskatdacat63]

2023 Brazilian Grand Prix - Podium - Fernando Alonso

[toriowlfluff]

So… Trigun Stampede huh?

No idea where I was going with these doodles but, the brainrot is real.

[iridescentis]

the reason why i just silently reblog posts every time they upload is because i am simply stunned into silence every damn time

like what the fuck am i supposed to say to this

[wulfthedollmaker]

Baby 🥺

[ilikeyoshi]

some days are just "maybe i have a psychotic disorder and that's why i'm Like That" days

[trutletruffle]

so i just finished Chlorine by Jade Song and jesus fucking christ it was so good. that book just tore my guts out and fed them right back to me good lord. it was fantastic. you get it you get shaping yourself by the whims of a made up game, reshaping your body, your life, destroying yourself over and over and over again. its so fucking awful and the only thing worse is not doing it. its that and the horror of living in a body that hates you. the only thing your body ever does is let you down again and again, too weak, too human, too feminine. are you doing this for yourself or just because you don't know any other way. its everything i miss about sports and everything that made me want to die every day. i can remember every chapter of this book right down into my bones because it wasnt the same but it was close enough because the smell of mats still makes my stomach drop and i cant tell if its nausea or coming home. because there is nowhere i can go where i wont miss it and staying would have killed me but i wish i had.

[l0nestarr3d]

My design of WTTT Texas!

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

the dichotomy of arikenny is some days i wake up to them carrying me piggyback up a mountain trail and telling me they have a surprise (they’re gonna show me the fireworks :3) but other days i wake up in the middle of the woods with my hands tied behind my back and a note on the ground next to me that just says run <3 . and i just have to deal with that

[comradecowplant]

I believe Kamala- despite every word she has ever spoken on the matters- is actually deeply pro-Palestine, pro-trans & overall a progressive hero, because I understand that when democrats say repugnant reactionary things while campaigning they are actually lying! which is good & normal for so-called democratic elections!!!!! if you listen to the gnomes who live inside my walls you'll understand her real values, which she'll totally pinky promise act upon once you reward her lies & elect her! you dumb third party voters would understand this if u payed attention in civics class 💅💅💅

[armand-dearest]

Guys I just watched act 2... The Silco parts. The Silco parts 😭. Silco being the first thing Vander remembered. Silco's coat being nestled inside Vander's. His longer hair tied into a bun and his punk attire. He wasn't drinking. He was working quietly. Introverted. Sat there quietly with the people he loved. Oh my God

[noodles-07]

has anyone else noticed that in

pretty much

every scene

they’re standing (or walking, or sitting)

with Aziraphale on Crowley’s right

except in scenes where something’s wrong

like I’m SURE it’s on purpose this show is too genius for it not to be. It unbalances us, gives us the feeling that something is off, just by putting Aziraphale on Crowley’s left when we expect him on the right

I am so normal about this show and not reading too much into it at all thanks for asking

ADDITIONALLY:

(I can’t find gifs of Beelzebub and Hastur showing up in Crowley’s car but they both always appear on his left too. Mainly bc that’s the side his passengers seat is on but still)