#mayis

[pdmmakina]

Bağımsızlığa ve Cumhuriyete uzanan yolculuğun 105. yılında 19 Mayıs Atatürk'ü Anma Gençlik ve Spor Bayramımız Kutlu Olsun #ondokuz #mayis #ataturk #anma #genclik #spor #bayrami

[eylsworld]

Ben ölürken gülme

[kinerxy]

food chain

[skullsemi]

Well it is done! Thank you for all the comments, this was a pretty cool thing to do! ✨

[justscarfy]

Day 8: Subgames

[sopuu]

combining the lukas has slow mornings headcanon with jesskas

they kiss again under the cut btw. just in case you don’t want to see that. or in case you do 🤨

[ridthewaste]

Based on THIS ask

I don’t post on Tumblr often but I felt like getting this out - funnily enough all because of a likely joke response. Ah well. I’ll continue the tradition of making elaborate backstories based on minimal information 💪

Anyway, here’s some background to Jax’s life and upbringing. Call it a headcanon or AU or whatever you feel is best

The purple rabbit individual later known as "Jax" to the circusgoers was born between 1973 and 1982 in Wabash, Indiana, to a Lutheran Protestant family of five, of which he was the middle child of two other brothers whom he got along well with. The family took only a nominal approach to religion to their children in terms of traditions passed down, something that their mother and father would, on occasion, regret doing whenever their sons got into trouble. The small family farm was agricultural in nature, rather than focused on livestock, producing mainly corn as well as carrots and other assorted produce. Due to Wabash’s town-city setting making for easy profit to farmers markets and other retailers, the family were decently well off, as far as single farm households went.

The “corn incident” as it is aptly called, refers to an instance in which the family dog - a Doberman Pinscher named “Bruno” - developed rabies, unbeknownst to the family. Jax and his brothers (ages 15, 17, and 19) stumbled upon the canine after it had killed a stray cat past the fencing. Upon seeing that their beloved pet had gone rabid, the three bolted in different directions through the family cornfield. The dog alternated between the three, causing a warped ironic twist on the game of cat and mouse - in which Jax had to hide from the beloved family dog-turned rabid mongrel, attempting to stifle his breathing over the sound of his pounding heart. For him, few things would terrify him more afterwards.

Though their father was able to regrettably put the dog down with relative ease once his boys eventually scampered out of the vegetative maze, the feeling of helplessness in the thick underbrush of the cornstalks never truly left Jax. Perhaps he developed a fear of mazes, rather than corn; but he never did go back into the cornfield again, much to the teasing of his brothers and chagrin of his folks, who were from then on one pair of hands short on that chore.

[pwpe-the-shabuir]

Unfinished WIP

[theladyfae]

my beautiful princess the way her eyes Literally sparkle her radiance was what really beat the sun in this ep

[sanders-sides-uncorrect-quotes]

(Pre-AA, at the end of an episode where there was an especially big argument)

Anxiety, while sinking out: slam

Thomas: wh-

Anxiety: I have to say that out loud because my room doesn't have a door

[stormviewcastle]

Too over the top?

[thenamelessdudessecondblog]

[creaturrcraze]

dudes in trenchcoats?? sharing pins????

[hereticaas]

Back when I was working on that danlou fic with transfem lou for the kink meme, I did actually attempt to write it as a human au too. I preferred the canon adjacent version though, so that's what I posted.

But here, have a snippet of 70s human au danlou on this fine september evening:

Daniel met Lou for the first time at a bar on McAllister Street, when she sat down next to him and asked what’s in the bag? He'd looked at her, at her pretty face and her cool gaze, her carefully applied makeup and her short leather skirt, and felt like he'd missed a step going down the stairs. 

He'd never been so immediately attracted to anyone in his entire goddamned life. 

She'd breathed out a plume of cigarette smoke and smiled a little, like she'd known it, like she knew exactly what he was thinking.

She always seemed to know what he was thinking, like those brown eyes could peer into the very soul of him, could peel back his brain and flip through it like the morning paper. It was intimidating. It was hot.

He'd asked to interview her and she'd laughed at him and said yeah okay, sounds fun. And they'd gone back to her place, to this little apartment on Divisadero with laminate floors, and muted yellow lighting, and the original stained glass still in the upper arches of the windows. An apartment, it turned out, that she owned because apparently she had it like that, and he'd fucked her on her green floral couch, her skirt pulled up to her waist and her heels digging into the small of his back; her nails in his shoulders and her soft moans in his ear, and he'd come almost embarrassingly fast. 

She'd laughed at him for that too. He hadn't even minded.

Anyway, he doesn't know how he got lucky enough for her to let him keep coming around after that. Crazier still that, months and months later, she agreed to move into his much shittier apartment with him.

I can put the other place up for rent, turn a nice profit, she'd said easily, like it was all opportunistic convenience, a business proposition fallen perfectly into her manicured hands. But then she'd looked over her shoulder and smirked at him and he’d rolled his eyes and kissed her.

Daniel knew, could tell from the passing references she sometimes made to past relationships, that Lou didn't usually go for guys like him. Shitty kid from Modesto, a little too into hard drugs, though he’s trying to work on that; a broke boy struggling to make it as a writer. Meanwhile, Lou owned fucking property–she had to be used to better men than him. 

“Hey, what were those other guys like? Your exes?” he asked her one night, not long after they'd first started hooking up. They were over at his place, smoking in bed, him leaning on his elbow in just his boxers and her sitting up against the headboard in Daniel’s oversized Berkeley T-shirt and her underwear. Lilac and lace—the peek of them from underneath the hem of his borrowed shirt made Daniel’s mouth water.

“Oh, are we finally doing that interview?” she asked mildly, ashing her cigarette in the cheap tray on the bedside table. 

“It's just a question,” he responded, just as mild, sensing that he should tread careful. Half journalistic instinct, half a hope that he was maybe starting to get her just a little bit. He reached across her smooth brown thighs to get at the tray, ashed his own cigarette. “Maybe I just wanna know if I'm your usual type.”

“And why would you need to know that?”

“Competitive advantage?”

She huffed a little laugh. “You're not like my exes.”

"Oh." 

She took another drag on her cigarette. 

“Didn't say that was a bad thing,” she said eventually.

[flowers-for-em]

heyyyyy

hiiiiiii