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[ex-mortis22]

See you later space cowboy…

Cowboy bebop but it’s Boothill

Every time I see people call Boothill space cowboy, my brain goes “…huh.”

[igotsnothing]

Here's my entry for @hauntedtrait's Build-a-Vampire CAS Challenge

Color Scheme: Bright and Colorful

Hair Color: Ginger

Eye Color: Orange/Yellow

Theme: 1970s

[California Soul- Diplo Remix] ♫ Marlena Shaw ♫ 2:03 ──⚬──── 4:06 ◃◃ ıı ▹▹

[mangobubbletea]

spike spiegel screencap redraw!

(original below the cut)

[though-you-try]

[i-post-posts]

Rewatching cowboy bebop really hits different. I watched Jupiter jazz again and my god the themes are right there. If only Spike could be less stuck in the past, he'd see Faye right in front of him. She isn't Julia, but they could be happy together. But instead he is fated to die like Gren, flying towards a memory. The lost soul of a mighty warrior, finally able to face the past but unable to move forward.

[wombbatical]

rkgk

[csphire]

Astarion Image Credit: https://www.tumblr.com/alcowarlock

[puppyeared]

[communistkenobi]

every second day of the month my bank sends me a panicky notification about how much money I spent the day before and how unexpected it is even though all my bills have been set up to auto-pay on the first of the month for almost a year now

[mintesprig]

Everytime I have a weird dream where I’m a vampire, I inevitably end up here:

[juniperhillpatient]

okay but the Aang vs Zuko fight scenes specifically the fight scene in Bato of the Water Tribe where they’re dodging each other’s attacks & balancing on a well + specifically the scene when Zuko & Aang learn the dance from the dragon masters Vs the Buffy Vs Spike fight scenes & specifically the line “dancing? that’s all we’ve ever done”

[nychthemeron-rants]

Apartment inspections are so damn stressful. My apartment is clean, damage is minimal (really just one set of blinds) I have nothing to hide, but I DO NOT LIKE random strangers coming into my house and scrutinizing my shit!! Go away!!

[anonymitywriterprescott]

I wish I was worse

Knock, knock, knock. The door swings open, and his eyes meet mine. “Love, fucking, sucks” You slur, as you lean on the door frame attempting to keep your balance. He hesitated. “You’re drunk” “You’re sober” You huffed. He pulls you inside, closing the door behind you as you crash onto his couch. “Actually, I’m not” You can hear the pop of a bottle top and the clinking of glasses as he gets them out of the cabinet. Sitting beside you he puts down the glasses, and what you now see is vodka, on the table in front of you. Reaching behind you, he grabs the blanket on the back of the couch. You can smell the vodka on his breath already, mixed with the scent of his clothes, blood, cigarettes and … something burnt? You didn’t wanna know. He wraps the blanket around your shoulders, “It’s freezing out, did you walk here?” “No, I teleported” Sarcasm dripping off your words, you grab the bottle and pour both of you a drink. “Oh haha, funny, how did you get here because you better not have been stupid enough to drive” “I didn’t” He grunts, you can’t tell if he’s happy you didn’t drive or upset you walked in the snow. “So I know why love sucks but why do you think that? Something happen with you and Mr. Unknown?”

You stay silent, downing the vodka as quickly as you can.

The air hangs, he shifts on the couch to turn towards you more.

“You know those 2 guys we saved last night?” Taking the lid off the bottle. “The ones in the coffee shop or the ones in the car on makeout mountain?” “The car” You take a good swig of the vodka, honestly it’s more of a chug but you don’t realize that until you start choking on your burning throat. “Bloody hell, what about them?” “Well, Mr. Unknown was also the blonde one in the car, aka the one riding Mr. 6ft bodybuilder in the front seat” The rasp in your voice is hard to ignore and at this point, you don’t know if it’s the alcohol burn or the tears your holding back. “Oh shit” You hand him the bottle, ditching the the glasses completely, he takes a drink and hisses slightly at the burn.

“Yeah and I couldn’t, fucking, tell anyone, I was surrounded by my friends and I couldn’t tell a fucking soul that I just saw my entire world crashing down because I’m such a fucking good person that I still didn’t want to out him” “Plus ya know, the whole ‘stitching up someones stab wound and making sure she doesn’t die’ thing” “Well yeah that too”

You go to grab the bottle and take another drink, this time the burn feels faint, barely like pins and needles. You swing your legs, laying them over his and lay the blanket over your arms.

“Sometimes I wish I was a worse person” “What, like me?” “I didn’t say that. I can’t tell anyone what happened, I shouldn’t be even telling you, because it doesn’t matter that he broke my heart, I promised I wouldn’t tell anyone and I would be a shitty person if I started telling people because it’s shitty to out him. But now I can’t even tell my best friends, people who have literally saved my life, who my fucking ex-boyfriend is and why we broke up, I’m forced to keep it secret and pretend everything is alright but it’s not and maybe he’s shitty for putting me in this position but…” You lose steam, all of your anger slowly turning to grief.

“It’s not fair” “He’s shitty for doing this to you” “I know”

[sidewalk-scrawls]

My landlord sent out the lease extension for my apt which basically says,":(((( i have to up the rent :((( i don't want to but my property taxes have gone up :((( because you voted for levies :((( to increase school funding :((( i just want to be a leech on society pay my property taxes tenant :(((" landlords should kill themselves lmao

[master-gatherer]

[caparrucia]

I wish every time an American says "I'll just move to Mexico" they got hit in the face with a random flying cactus.