#slides onto the dash

[rangikuxmatsumoto]

"What I miss?"

[emilyofnewmoongifs]

"I'm the chore boy. She ain't ever going to look at me any other way." "Sure she will." "No, she won't. Not without an education." Emily of New Moon (1998-2000) - S01E04

[muraenide]

Sobs I miss doing threads that goes up to 200 notes where a shit tonnes of stuff happened between our muses.

[neonvvaves]

repost.  don't  reblog.  fill  out  with  your  muse's  favorites  ♡    

❛ 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 ─── .

color :  black,  silver,  rustic  red,  taupe,  burnished  gold  

weather :  clear  blue  skies  with  sun  ( not  laser  scorching  bright  or  hot ).  or  rainy  days,  especially  the  cloudy  moments  before  rainfall 

food :  italian.  korean.  mexican. thai. dark  chocolate.  homecooked meals. blue chex mix ( esp. bagel chips )  

drink :  black  coffee  ( pref.  dark  roast  blend,  sometimes  hazelnut ).  misugaru. iced barley tea. beer,  whiskey,  scotch, most hard liquor in general. 

animal :  cats,  dogs

film/tv  show :  80's-early  2000's,  classic  horror / scifi,  tremors,  true  detective,  die  hard,  top  gun,  f&f, documentaries 

music :  80's,  indie  rock,  chicago,  westlife, synthwave, loves m83 for late night rides, fall out boy ( still has his from under the cork tree CD ), punk, alternative

hobby :  reading.  studying old blueprints. fixing  things  ( almost  always  has  his  utility  belt,  and  for  sure  got  tools  in  his  car ).  football.  baking  bread. 

place :  boardwalk  piers.  oceans,  lakes,  rivers.  old  book/music  stores.  any  secluded  place  he  can  park  his  car,  and  see  the  city  skyline.  santa  monica.  long  beach.  nature  inside  a  chaotic  city  ( like  central  park )

tagged by : nobody, i made it <: tagging : YOU !!! 🫵🫵🫵

[cybernexus]

"You'd be surprised at how many people hit me with the 'you looked so much better before!' when they see a picture of what I used to look like." Raj spat as he unintentionally bared his many pointed, beast-like teeth in a pained grimace. "Sometimes... it even feels like they're referring to me becoming more masculine, not my cybernetics. Like I'm not 'cute' anymore, so I'm no longer attractive to them - as though I should care what they think, and adjust my self worth accordingly."

Raj suddenly looked up to focus and snapped back to reality, putting an arm behind his head and scratching the back of his scalp with bony digits. "Sorry, didn't mean for all that to come out. Won't happen again."

[kotttagare]

[pose1dson]

tentative mains and affiliates call ?

[taughtdefense]

drops my prompt tag

[millionsnife]

It'd been awhile since he stepped in a plant facility; not since before July when he'd been taking them from various cities. It was tempting for just a moment... but no. That wasn't why Knives was here this time.

He'd followed the call, heeding the itch under his skin that always came with a plant on the verge of going red. The closer he'd gotten, the worse the itch had been until he'd found the building and paused before the door. It was probably guarded, or at least monitored. And he really didn't want to deal with people, or explaining why he was there.

Maybe if he came at it from another angle...

Well, there was a window on the top floor, that counted as a new angle right? Top down, sure. Anyone in there would be expecting intruders from the door, not from above. Shrugging, Knives set to searching for a good spot to climb the wall.

Hopefully no one noticed him and he could do this quickly.

[moltenfire-a]

❝     you  don't  even  remember   m y   n a m e,   do  you?     ❞

[iilahalzili]

He is currently just staring into the distance. . . maybe reflecting on things in his head, or just head empty no thoughts. Who knows

[godzexperiment]

Nix very much avoided risk of intruding on other's space; despite also having every single impulse to do so often. He certainly wanted to just leave right back the way he'd entered their space. Except just slide the not so typical backpack from his back; into his right hand. "Hey, so- I need you just like stare off into space for uhm an few minutes."

[lakecountylibrary]

Just the essentials!

Music credit: "Cinema Blockbuster Trailer 7" by Sascha Ende Link: https://filmmusic.io/en/song/329-cinema-blockbuster-trailer-7 License: https://filmmusic.io/standard-license (CC BY 4.0)

[Video Description: A 26 second video. Orchestral, cinematic music plays. Text reads The library is on fire! Grab the most important things!

A librarian at her computer spins around in her chair in slow motion, a look of horror on her face. Video cuts between various librarians frantically rescuing items. Each scene is labeled with the item:

The South Shore Posters: A librarian completely obscured by a framed South Shore Line poster she is carrying backs out of a room.

The hand chair: A librarian hauls away a large red plastic chair shaped like a hand.

Patron holds: A librarian shovels patron holds off the holds shelf onto a cart.

Benny the library skeleton: A librarian princess-carrying a large skeleton dressed in an oversized t-shirt frantically looks around for an exit before dashing away

The cardigan pile: A librarian almost completely obscured by the pile of cardigans in her arms runs toward the camera.

3D printer: A librarian dashes up to a large 3D printer and attempts to lift it off the table

Cecily the giraffe: A librarian pats a life size baby giraffe statue and then grabs it by the leg and begins slowwwly scooting backward to slide it across the carpet

The library tree: A librarian grips an enormous planter out of which springs an entire tree and pulls with all her might. It doesn't move.

James Patterson books? : The librarian carrying Benny sprints into frame between shelves loaded with endless Patterson books. Record scratch. The sound of a clock ticking as he considers the books for maybe two seconds.

Text changes to "Not enough hands". The dramatic music resumes as he sprints off frame with Benny.

End card with the library logo. The words 'Not actually on fire. Everything is fine.' are typed across the screen. End description]

[familiaanteomnia]

new muse//starter call

So I'm officially adding the m.aster (Down the line/regeneration number idk but either written from freshly regenerated to more in that headspace that leads to vesp happening)

-like if you'd like a starter *or specify if want to plot/your muse -will be multi para with icons possibly

[fredersen]

love blocking someone just for posting a historically inaccurate meme that’s been debunked probably dozens of times by now

[deathchasing]

Little fireworks lit up in Octane’s eyes as sparks danced among Revenant’s circuits. Was that normal? He couldn’t recall a time he’d seen sparks when Revenant wasn’t breaking down or functionally collapsing. But he seemed to be functioning well enough if the slight flex of metal claws around his wrist was anything to go by, answered with a pleased hum— if quiet— ever hungry for the violent potential surging beneath shuddering plates.

Given no indication he was doing anything wrong, at the very least, Octane drew closer, mouthing at sharp teeth, tongue darting dangerously over their points and leaving red-tinged saliva in its wake, inevitably coming to lick slow and languid and messy up the thick of the synthetic muscle where it slid from parted jaws. His thumb pressed again at where wet dark muscle coiled around his hand, stroking up, up, willing steel jaws to open a little further, tongue following close behind to taste what he bared.

He was practically panting, shivering with a want so bad it hurt. Hungered to feel Revenant's hands all over him, to lose himself in him. Confined to practice a patience he simply did not have.

Flickering SPARKS ignited from the beast's seams. Could even be heard with a brief crackle in the quiet. Plates shuddered softly and this time it had nothing to do with the long since melted ice. Synthetic muscle ANSWERED the press of Silva's thumb, the thick of it coiling there greedily while the rest of its slender length continued to trail and tangle half-clumsy through the other Legend's fingers.

He seemed altogether oblivious - or otherwise unbothered - to Octane's drawing nearer again to his teeth. Jaws parted a little only for the maneuverability of his tongue, or maybe for Silva's entreating fingers. His grip on the daredevil's wrist had squeezed just slightly tighter, POSSESSIVE as if wary of his hand pulling away.