#xoxo . . . aims

[tetzoro]

[huldrabitch]

I can't believe Solas didn't get security for his ritual. Bitch, where are your spies now?? Egghead!

[tsunael]

wolcred week |  2. 'lion-hearted.'

Aloft, the heavens began to burn. From all about, unholy beasts─the likes of which we had never seen─came forth in fury and rage.

[kentopedia]

walkin n and setting my lawnchair down (like so) to ask you about a certain someone from one piece … the blonde loverboy coded chef .. i need you to spill some details woman !!!

also i love the theme ᰔ

AIMS .... YOU PUT ME ON THE SPOT. i suppose i can give u a little peek or whatever :/ only bc i love you and the dash is dead :/ no one else look or i'll explode. blood and guts all over the wall

my pinterest board soft launch ! LMAOO. tbh i feel unqualified to have a selfship when i've barely watched it </3 and i am just making it up by the seat of my pants ngl no lore just vibes (a little bit of lore maybe, can't disclose anything !) 🤐 it’s appearing so ugly i don’t know why the format is so bad sob

if you're not aims and you peeked just know i literally died, thanks.

[somecunttookmyurl]

i love how rhys - a person with like 5 real followers on a blog that's 3 months old - has been absolutely avalanched by the porn bot girls yet i- a person with over 9k followers on a blog active for more than a decade - have not had a single one

this blog is doused in onlyfans repellant

[roscgarden]

On what platform did you start to write?

𝚀𝚄𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙼𝚄𝙽.

this is a little blurb from the good ol' rz lore !! lol writing in general & posting it onto the internet ?? i used a platform that does not exist anymore . it was linked to fb & it had quizzes & fanfiction 💀 ya girl was writing some fanfics. & not very good ones ASLKHLKSJHA writing in the sense of rp ? if i wanna get technical it was when i was a child & should not have had this much access to the internet. i rp'd on an mmorpg where you created your avatar & walked around these islands & talked in chatrooms . i call it rp bc i was not writing as if i were myself , i was a full on character/persona ( bc that's what everyone else was doing too !! ) . & i distinctly remember that actions were written in *astrics* . i always wonder if i'm alone in that specific experience

[zevranunderstander]

one thing that I've learned in my life so far, even as someone who self identifies as a huge hater, is that you should never be motivated to do something because of hate. your concern with anti-fascism should be creating safe environments for women and minorities, not the intrinsic hatred you have for fascists. you should help trans people, not to spite a transphobic public figure, but because you care about trans people. because being a hater and getting mad is massive amounts of fun and it's a total high to be on, but it's not very constructive and in some cases it can lead you down pretty dangerous roads

if you start getting into palestinian activism, your main focus should be that you care about palestinian liberation and not that you hate israel. there is nothing wrong with hating or strongly disagreeing with something, but if it is your main focus, instead of caring to do good, it might lead you to believe antisemitic conspiracy theories that are being posted that are wholly untrue

and I genuinely want to ask people that belong to any cultural majority to think about if they actually care for black lives or only like being mad at racist remarks from conservatives, or if they actually want LGBT people or women to be safe or if they just want to laugh at how a politician said something so outlandish about sexuality or gender roles that everyone can laugh at it.

if you only care about being outraged at the oppressor that does not automatically make you a good ally to the oppressed, even though we all love to feel a little bit of catharsis sometimes when we are posting a vague about a bad opinion we saw somewhere

[spxnglr]

FOR ONCE, A CERTAIN PEACE HAD DESCENDED AT HEADQUARTERS. That was no doubt, at least in part, to the absence of almost the entire group. Ray and Winston had been dispatched to the other side of the city, Peter was enjoying a night off elsewhere, and Janine had gone home for the night, her expertise in call handling reassuring her that the phone would remain silent until the following morning.

THE SOLE REMAINING OCCUPANT, MEANWHILE, WAS BUSY - AS USUAL. Despite having returned from a job numerous hours earlier, he had opted to keep his flight suit on, fully aware that any splashes or spillages of potentially dangerous ectoplasmic specimens that were being examined would ruin a suit and tie. Thus, it wasn't until he'd finished his course of study for the night that he finally opted to change, descending the stairs to the ground floor and opening the wardrobe with his name literally written on it.

WHILE THE OTHER GARMENTS WERE EASY ENOUGH TO LOCATE, HIS SHIRT HAD OPTED TO VANISH. Confusion ebbed in his mind as he searched the immediate confines for it - he was sure that he'd hung it up before his departure that morning; what else would he have done with it? - however, his attention was soon diverted by the noise of the Firehouse door opening, gaze snapping in its direction.

A COMBINATION OF FREQUENT HEAVY LIFTING AND ALMOST AS FREQUENT TRIPS TO THE GYM DURING UNGODLY HOURS HAD PAID OFF. His broad shoulders helped to frame a lean, toned torso, arms well-defined, his abdomen showcasing wonderfully developed muscles. A shock to anyone who even knew that he exercised, nevermind snatch the immensely rare opportunity to witness such a sight first-hand - his desire to keep himself private was formidable - and indeed, as he watched the visitor come into view, the urge to conceal himself conjured itself in his psyche - but with what? He didn't have anything to hand. As such, he took a breath, feigning indifference - for now at least. At least this person wasn't a stranger to him.

❝ Hello. Everything alright? ❞

[pocima]

GIRLLLLL… they did this for me and me only. They knew there’s this one girl that doesn’t play about them and they really said “let’s take a pic for @shyreol specifically”. Maybe I’m not that much of a delusional cornball after all.

[tetzoro]

no because . . .

[jaythelay]

Unironically PS2 FMV's look better than modern graphics and it's bizarre as hell that's entirely due to artistry through putting absolutely every filter Unreal offers onto something.

This would be a bunch of blurry blobs in a modern title. And hilariously? I don't even want this degree of graphical prowess. I still think PS2 era looks fine and could easily expand gameplay elements further just by reducing the hog of resources that is these Playable FMVs.

Shit the low quality compressed as hell video files look on par with these upscalers TAAs n FSR's n whatnots. Insane. Insane what just Holding Back could do for the industry.

Look How Good This Looks because It's Clear.

It's 20 years old. Technological limitation benefited gaming so, so much on a visual level that very few seem to understand. I don't want my games looking like Blu-Ray Films with motion blur and lens flares, I really, really don't.

Haunting Ground (PlayStation 2, 2005)

[jupiter-reimagined]

mfw i have art my friends made on my wall :) its staying there forever btw <3

[kentopedia]

hiiiii 😋 i’m an aquarius btw. just saying … twirls hair 😋

(i love u gemini queen ᰔ)

an aquarius you say 🤭 ….. i had no idea ….. definitely haven’t been trying to win you over this entire time (it’s tough to compete with zoro & kuroo but i’ve been trying my best 😔)

[texas-bbq-pringles]

me when my friend decides to list the bad things he did after i said i miss him as if that's not just gonna make it hurt even more

[fantasymisfitsquotes]

Lavias : Oi! Figgs! Get your hairy ass into my office, NOW. [...] Crew : Ooooooh. Figgs : Every. Single. One of you. Knows my ass isn't hairy. Yet, none of you spoke up. Figgs : And I will never forgive you.

[bunnys-kisses]

retired!price never thought that he'd ever become father. it honestly was only a passing glance throughout most of his life. like if he saw a kid at the grocery store or a colleague had a child. but, that all changed when you met him. there was something about you that got him going. he thought he had too much respect for women, but he felt almost chauvinistic towards you. you were younger, smaller, frailer. you should be at home cooking him dinner and putting the kids to bed instead of working the dreadful customer service job you were at. wouldn't life be better?

think about it, it's okay love. price would take care of everything. anything his angel needed, she got. that included a pretty ring and a round middle full of price brats. when price left where you work with purchases in hand, there was more than one occasion where he'd go back to his car and pleasure himself in the driver's seat. his car parked in the furthest part of the parking lot. alone with his thoughts of you. one baby on your hip and the other in your womb, price coming home to the scent of a warm-cooked meals. nights spent battering your poor soft, spongy womb, keeping it nice and full. you'd be in such contrast with your gruff husband. he stood so much taller than you, he could bruise you with ease. but he only wanted to love you, to feel you take him every night. to see you raise his children. he aiming for a minimum of three, close together in age. he was already looking at places that would be perfect. away from the hustle and bustle of london and somewhere quiet, where his wife would live a comfortable life. in his mind he always thought you were a virgin, pure for him to take apart and make to his liking. you'd be the perfect mrs. price, a phrase that went through his head as he came all over his hand. pearly cum even stained his blue jeans.

doesn't the life that price laid out for you feel perfect? a loving husband, kids, a big piece of land. you weren't going anywhere with this job, wouldn't it be more fulfilling to be married to price? he was retired and would raise your children alongside you. you'd be perfect for him. he wished that you'd see what he saw. something nicer for such a lovely woman.

it took a lot of courage for him to ask you out. it was the first time he felt nervous in a while. you simply giggled, a voice delicate like glass, you broke his head, "oh, sorry sir. i already have a boyfriend!" price just smiled and nodded, he wasn't going to cause a scene. he took his purchases and wished you a great day. but it was hard to pull the man that price was prior to retirement. the man needed a mission like a bloodhound needed prey.

oh, you had a boyfriend. what was his name? where did he live? what did he do for work? when price got his answers he didn't think your boyfriend was good enough. you needed a man, not a little boy who still used his old university i.d. to get discounts. he wasn't going to provide for you. he was weak. so why don't you take out your phone and text him goodbye because price always joked to his former team that he could fit a body in the trunk of his car. while he'd laugh it off, that and the neatly winded rope tucked in the corner were there for a reason.

please, his angel. come with him, he'll always keep you safe.

xoxo, bunny