#t-900

[artblooger19moon]

Terminator : The Sarah Connor Chronicles

(March 3 2008 – April 10 2009)

[super-pink-a-palouza]

[kotaki]

"A World Connected by Tying and Weaving! Cure Lillian! Don't Be Scared, Don't Be Scared."

[suntails]

⚔️🦈

[luckiestplartt]

i have been playing ace attorney and really liking it. smile :)

[carsthatnevermadeitetc]

Fiat 900 T Furgone Elettrico, 1977. An experimental electric version of the forward control 900T compact van

[scionshtola]

wip almost wednesday

i've been working on something this week and was just happy i managed to do that so thought i would share :> slight enw spoilers

tagging @coldshrugs @lavampira @hythlodaes @galadae @ghostwise

@impossible-rat-babies @lilas @birues and anyone else who wants to share! no pressure 💗 but i'd love to see anything you're working on!

‘Twas simple, after that, to fall into the haze of domestic bliss that overcame the two of them for the next few days. Corisande showed her around the island, her hand in theirs as they toured together. They dipped their feet in lily-filled ponds, jumped across the cold streams that carved the land on their way to the sea, stood atop cliffs with beautiful views that Corisande painted for her with words. Corisande pointed out all her favorite spots for foraging, marks on trees that marked her way back to the cabin, and where the island’s animals often liked to gather. They kissed beneath the loud rush of waterfalls, in the mouth of caves home to glowing crystal formations sprouting from the ground, under leafy palm trees, their backs pressed to the rough bark. They spent much of their time on the beach. Corisande packed lunch and they sprawled across a blanket on the shifting sand. They ate, read, lay together under the sun, the breeze lifting off the sea enough to keep the heat at bay. Sometimes they walked, hand in hand, the tide washing over their footsteps; other times, Corisande swam while Y’shtola read, waiting for the moment they returned and pressed their cool body to hers, both of them laughing when Y’shtola tossed her book to the side. They talked, as well, of course, about the usual things. Books they had read recently, recipes Corisande wanted to cook for Y’shtola to try, the progress on Y’shtola’s book and what the other Scions were doing with their newfound free time. There were topics they did not discuss, things that made Corisande pause, disquiet, before kissing the back of Y’shtola’s hand and leading her somewhere new. When the conversation brushed against them, Y’shtola did not pry. She let herself be pulled into their lap, pressed into the blanket, the sand warm beneath her, their lips and hands temporarily eliding her concerns. Corisande would come to her when she was ready.

[the--marsening]

ready to start selling feet pics so i can meet my angel baby

[icewindandboringhorror]

Everytime I face a new character limit on a website that didn't have them before/used to have really long ones... AUGHHhhh the modern social media world was not made for people like me (lovers of details, rambling, elaboration, thorough explanation, and nuance)

[chiiyuuvv]

FJEOEBVRIANDHEIWHF I IEJ RHEIBSBRJRKNEEB LETS GOOOO LETS GOOOOO

[ihateornithologists]

actually maybe at spme point i'll make a side blog for all my TOO PERSONAL whining etc and try to delete half of that shit from here.. cause i'm too tired of feeling guilty for oversharing even though the chance that people i've ever mentioned here will see this is VERY low but still idk i'm feeling like i'm an asshole

[queerleftistfag]

My girlfriend rode my face for the first time yesterday, and after lots of begging by yours truly I’ve gotten them to fuck my face about 5 more times since then. My favorite was when they rode my face while fucking my throat with the strap and called me a good puppy 🥰

[americankimchi]

ALSO, when will twc let me kabedon adam du mortain. gestures furiously at the "bold/shy" dichotomy in the stats page that, along with the other stats, seems to be ignored. if adam doesn't want to instigate shit at least let my detective do it. give me the option to throw the ball in his court and taunt his ass into action. i've had enough of the 15 consecutive weepy confession scenes on adam's side. im sick of reading them. we KNOW you love the detective adam. the detective knows. unit bravo knows. THE DETECTIVE'S MOM KNOWS. the only thing stopping you is YOU.

"but adam is traumatized </33" AND SO AM I AFTER SUFFERING THROUGH THIS MAN'S INDECISION FOR THREE CONSECUTIVE BOOKS. he's a grown ass man with the emotional stability of a middle school student. learn to communicate and set/respect some goddamn boundaries. let the DETECTIVE set some boundaries. if adam needs space then TAKE YOUR SPACE. the route should've been adam learning how to be friends with the detective first before any romance happens because this pacing is, much like the rest of book 3, absolutely incoherent. how is he simultaneously confessing his love and trying to understand what these mysterious feelings are. what the fuck is happening here.

the A route is supposed to be "slowburn" and what i'm getting instead is a frozen microwave meal that's just sitting there because adam can't decide whether or not to actually fucking heat it up. HIT START OR PUT IT BACK IN THE FREEZER BUT MAKE A DAMN CHOICE AND STICK TO IT.

live footage of the A route in twc, colorized:

[storybounded]

Honestly, I find it so amusing Douxie fell for a demon. You have this wizard and his dragon familiar who used to be a demon hunters for hire. Been that way for centuries because a guy gotta make money for shelter and food…

and yet…

He met her at a punk rock concert after party in modern day and he made the moves because he thought she was a great singer. 😂

[morganpdf]

medicaid here covers t gel wooooo!!!

[bloodurged]

autistic gavin and android autistic nines [a.k.a. unfinished prototype without a social module] being the ones to understand each other is something that can be so personal.