roma★
AnasAbdin
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
No title available
@theartofmadeline
Kaledo Art
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
todays bird
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
JVL
d e v o n
Love Begins
No title available
KIROKAZE
Discoholic 🪩
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
祝日 / Permanent Vacation
Janaina Medeiros
Aqua Utopia｜海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from Germany
seen from United States
seen from Germany
seen from Türkiye
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Netherlands
seen from Ukraine
seen from Austria
seen from United States
seen from T1
seen from Germany
seen from United States
seen from Austria
seen from Pakistan
seen from T1
seen from United States
@bledsand-blog
pets his pretty pretty robot hair
❛ — are you alright? you seemed angry earlier … ❜ improvisation, improvisation, improvisation. all of it, every word of it. no scripted words pass his lips in that sentence, for ‘genuine’ concern seems to be coaxed from the androids form at the idea of the new-comer being angry with him.
❛ I’M RUNNING WITH THE COYOTES TONIGHT. ➣ BIRD J. SANDS MOODBOARD 2/???
i return from the grave with an ear infection!!! 8((((( fml.
sorry for the sudden disappearence! ill be on more frequently once i get @sawhim set up!!!
happy halloween you guys !!!!
❛ HOW CAN SOMETHING THAT WAS NEVER ALIVE, TRULY DIE? ➣ bird j. sands moodboard 1/???
i have half an hour to decide: watch the walking dead or westworld?
❛ i’ve been through the desert on a horse with no name, — america ind. westworld original character
the man from u.n.c.l.e. (2015) sentence starters
vhenadhal :
tw disordered eating, alcohol, gendered slurs, violence
❝ you look important… or at least your suit does. ❞ ❝ statements like that can get you into a lot of trouble around here. ❞ ❝ make yourself comfortable, why don’t you. ❞ ❝ you’re wasting your time. i haven’t seen him for 18 years. ❞ ❝ if i had 15 minutes, we’d drink tea, eat biscuits; i’d talk, you’d laugh, and we’d be on our way. ❞ ❝ are they still following us? ❞ ❝ when you hear something that sounds like a gunshot, drive. ❞ ❝ you can’t be serious. ❞ ❝ excuse me dear, i just need to use your back door. ❞ ❝ hug me. ❞ ❝ what’s that? it smells like feet. ❞ ❝ how long was your prison sentence? ❞ ❝ don’t ever make the calamitous error of mistaking my deliberate short-sightedness for blindness. ❞ ❝ look at ‘em. merrily oblivious as we labor tirelessly to save them from extinction and not even a ‘thank-you.’ ❞ ❝ don’t kill your partner on your first day. ❞ ❝ i’m sure you understand humiliation better than most. ❞ ❝ my woman would never wear anything like that. ❞ ❝ smoothly done. ❞ ❝ you can’t put a paco rabanne belt on a patou. ❞ ❝ and remember… take it like a pussy. ❞ ❝ not very good at this whole ‘subtlety’ thing, are you? ❞ ❝ either you start to look like you know what you’re doing, or i’m out of here. ❞ ❝ would you like a bigger glass? ❞ ❝ no fun dancing by yourself; i need a partner. ❞ ❝ don’t you make me put you over my knee. ❞ ❝ so you don’t want to dance… but you do want to wrestle. ❞ ❝ i like my women strong. ❞ ❝ now we are engaged. again. ❞ ❝ i am neither a goat, nor your sister, so… get your hands off me. ❞ ❝ i’m okay, i think. ❞ ❝ i’ve been on a diet, my dear. just caviar and champagne for three weeks. ❞ ❝ you see, each one of us has a destiny… and i believe i can help you with yours. ❞ ❝ you can see the future? ❞ ❝ i can see us having lunch tomorrow. alone. ❞ ❝ darling, time to go. ❞ ❝ they had it coming. ❞ ❝ you need to control your temper. ❞ ❝ i think he’s an athletic, good-looking gazillionaire, who’s offered me a job and made advances towards me. ❞ ❝ i quite like him. ❞ ❝ i don’t know what you’re upset about, you’re not even my fiance! ❞ ❝ the thing is… i work better alone. ❞ ❝ i’m not leaving. ❞ ❝ and what, exactly, did you do to him? ❞ ❝ just shut up and watch me work. ❞ ❝ you’re trembling. ❞ ❝ it’s going to be okay. ❞ ❝ i’ll be close by. ❞ ❝ help yourself to a drink. ❞ ❝ so sorry to keep you waiting. ❞ ❝ i thought i was doing so well. ❞ ❝ the fault doesn’t lie in your performance. ❞ ❝ she seemed so innocent. ❞ ❝ i’m so sorry i can’t stay to finish you off myself. ❞ ❝ man has only two masters in this world, and their names are pain and fear. ❞ ❝ i never thought i’d say this, but i’m actually quite pleased to see you. ❞ ❝ it’s okay. i would have done exactly the same thing in your position. ❞
you’re a low-down son of a BITCH.
I KNOW.
' you aren't even real! '
the newcomer has told him this often these few days they’d been together— as if he were the programmed one, and not the actual android. ah, but in bird’s programming he ignores it, stares with confusion simply stating that he doesn’t understand; soon after letting it go entirely. yet something was grinding inside of him like gears and cogs, putting pieces together inside of him that he didn’t know was there. the pieces the new code gave him. the one with little details that made him seem more … more human— his smile. the way his eyelashes bat away dust and sweat. how his nose scrunches up at the scent of malt whiskey. but most of all, in his chest something stirred. and in his mind, question grew ever consuming his train of thought; a train most recently derailed, as what some may call the beginning of subconscious defied the logic of the human mind, and capability of understanding.
they didn’t think they’d create life in such a way— yet arnold knew he would, and it seems there truly was a ghost in the machine. one that whispered in his ear, a voice like a lull ; thrumming like a heartbeat at the back of his mind. he can’t let go of ron’s statement. can’t let go of the throb in his chest. as if his artificial heart could feel the pain the boy’s words bring him.
fingers curl in the fabric of his sleeve, an unscripted movement unseen until this moment as eyes for a fraction of a second visibly tremble. his automated tearducts, defying protocol as they well against command. he were a machine, a cleverly scripted robot. and though his fake heart beats. it isn’t real. nothing about him is. oh, if only bird could understand—
❛ i don’t understand. ❜
WHEN KAITLYN STRIKES BACK ( i deserve it tbh )
❛ HOW CAN SOMETHING THAT WAS NEVER ALIVE, TRULY DIE? ➣ bird j. sands moodboard 1/???
wishlist; when u think abt bird being the same age as lowe’s son would be if he were alive today (i cant remember if his kid died recently or if it’s been a while, but imagine it’s been a while and bird is the same age that his son would be if he were alive today!!!)
feralsuggestion :
“bravery is more than scars and slashes. show me the strength of your heart.”
“today i woke up, and i did not die.”
rewrit:
❛ I reckon she’s busy, sweetheart. You’ll just have to wait. ❜
MAEVE LEANS LANGUIDLY against the bartop, fingertips idly tracing the stem of her sherry glass as she appraises the young boy in front of her. The saloon had hit an early afternoon lull, and so she can afford the spare time to notice SEVERAL things at once - namely, the furrow between his brow, or the thoughtful frown that curves one corner of his mouth, lending weight to the far-off cast of his eyes.
❛ Well ? ❜ Maeve prompts, eyebrow hiking expectantly. ❛ You haven’t come along to sing me a tune, little bird. Something’s on your mind. ❜
he knows what maeve means when she says that his mother is busy— unfortunate ... really, for when he was ‘younger’ (as he believes he was once) he didn’t understand. he was too ‘little’ and too ‘innocent’, and ran with boys like those, who placed a scorpion a-top the town drunkard’s head every day at high noon for the past three years. it was a time too vague for bird to remember distinctly, a time— almost missing entirely. as if he had no memories of it, and yet ... he knows it is what he had done.
❛ — it’s nothing, i ... just need to see her soon is all. ❜ a blip of ‘improvisation’ scrawled across his programming, the boy speaks with an all too real hesitance. maeve was a good woman, he trusted her clearly for the little pet names he never objected ; as he did so with venom, to those who else would try. her and clementine, were much like aunts to him in a way, that being something that not even programming could fake.
❛ i’ve been through the desert on a horse with no name, — america ind. westworld original character
