The Bowery Presents
occasionally subtle
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
roma★
Cosimo Galluzzi
The Bright Sessions
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bliss lane
Phantogram Three
Claire Keane
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
The Stonewall Inn
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
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Product Placement
NASA
tumblr dot com
Fieri Frames
Origami Around
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@catstrut
Weren't you friends with Vampire..? Why don't you use your powers on him?
Oh! Well, we haven't talked for a while(not thatbwe had a fight!) but yeah!
We don't want to risk it, you have no idea what might happen if our powers "mix" you know?
It's always hard to say what part or trait a person has because of their power or their biology so, it's rarely worth the risk.
[⚙︎ 𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙽 𝚁𝙿 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁]
[𝟛 𝕒𝕞]
Lights are out, doors closed. He has keys, luckily. It took some convincing, but Humka and Blazer let him stay overnight at the SDN's techlab.
The only light source is a little lamp on the table, the only sound is clicking and mechanical buzz, empty can of energy drink and drained thermos that used to have coffee in it on the table. Foreseer is sitting on a stool, forhead resting on the table, fighting back tears. Fuck, he's a man, he's a hero, he doesn't cry. Especially not about... Basically nothing!
He loves being famous, recognized... Loved. Oh he loves being loved. But lately his spotlight started fading. He's still young, strong, smart, why media don't care anymore?! Sure, interview here and there, but it's not the same. Yet still he has more work than ever, no time to take a breath.
A client called him today, a work that was due next week had to be delivered tomorrow. Is he for fucking real?! But it's a regular client, and a rich one at that, he has to throw everything aside and finish it. He can't afford any fuck ups, especially not now.
⭒˗ˏˋ𓆩 ⚠ 𓆪ˎˊ˗⭒
[𝟡 𝕡𝕞]
He did it. Oh he fucking did it. He got paid, client was satisfied and Foreseer finally got a chance to rest. He didn't even wait, getting out od the big and clearly expensive house in suburbs, he sits on the sidewalk, taking a deep breath. He's so tired, a burnout or some shit? No idea, but he needs a break. To just sit down and do nothing for a week.
He doesn't do anything. Sitting, staring at a little flower growing out of the concrete, so lost in thoughts that he doesn't even notice a person approaching.
She walks forward, her tail swaying in rhythm with her steps. She sits down next to Foreseer and leans back on her palms. Looking up at the sky.
"Rough day?"
She hums, her golden eyes seemingly glowing in the dark of the oncoming night.
Foreseer looks up, frowning when he sees Catwalk. Or Maria, as he heard Humka call her, but he won't mention it. Great, now her. He just wants to be left the fuck alone for a second...
"... You could say so. What are you doing here?"
"Making sure you don't fall asleep on the side of the road?" She looks over, her ears flicking side to side.
"Just tell me to scram if you want me to. I want to make sure you get home safely. Oksana would kill me if I let one of her program members die."
"Look. Thanks for your concern, if i can call it that, but i'm good. Last time i checked, i'm not on the verge of dying, so yes, you can scram." His voice is dry, a hint of disdain can be heard. He's not too fond of Catwalk, and he is really dissapointed in Humka for falling for her... But he respects Humka too much to treat Catwalk like he'd treat other villains.
She raises an eyebrow, studying him for a moment.
"If you say so." She offers a hand, just because she's not a hero doesn't mean her heroic nature has left her.
Foreseer looks at the hand... And takes it, getting up. Fuck, maybe he really has to work on his... Approach to others. It's hard though, but small steps, right?
"What are you doing here? You... Don't seem like the type to live here."
"I used to, the neighborhood didn't take to kindly to a hybrid, I live in an apartment... People aren't nearly as mean to me anymore." She lets out a loud laugh, a smile on her face.
"Let's get you back home, the fuckers in this neighborhood don't take kindly to people who linger about."
Foreseer huffs. First of all, he's often here for his clients! Who does she think HE is? But whatever, he's too tired to start a fight. Preferably, he'd just plop down on the grass and pass away. Now that'd be great.
"i know way back to my house, thanks." His voice is dry once again, taking a step away from her.
"Then get going. You're tired, so don't forget to rest." *She jumps into the air, landing on the roof of one of the houses and runs off, leaving Foreseer alone*
[⚙︎ 𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙽 𝚁𝙿 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁]
[𝟛 𝕒𝕞]
Lights are out, doors closed. He has keys, luckily. It took some convincing, but Humka and Blazer let him stay overnight at the SDN's techlab.
The only light source is a little lamp on the table, the only sound is clicking and mechanical buzz, empty can of energy drink and drained thermos that used to have coffee in it on the table. Foreseer is sitting on a stool, forhead resting on the table, fighting back tears. Fuck, he's a man, he's a hero, he doesn't cry. Especially not about... Basically nothing!
He loves being famous, recognized... Loved. Oh he loves being loved. But lately his spotlight started fading. He's still young, strong, smart, why media don't care anymore?! Sure, interview here and there, but it's not the same. Yet still he has more work than ever, no time to take a breath.
A client called him today, a work that was due next week had to be delivered tomorrow. Is he for fucking real?! But it's a regular client, and a rich one at that, he has to throw everything aside and finish it. He can't afford any fuck ups, especially not now.
⭒˗ˏˋ𓆩 ⚠ 𓆪ˎˊ˗⭒
[𝟡 𝕡𝕞]
He did it. Oh he fucking did it. He got paid, client was satisfied and Foreseer finally got a chance to rest. He didn't even wait, getting out od the big and clearly expensive house in suburbs, he sits on the sidewalk, taking a deep breath. He's so tired, a burnout or some shit? No idea, but he needs a break. To just sit down and do nothing for a week.
He doesn't do anything. Sitting, staring at a little flower growing out of the concrete, so lost in thoughts that he doesn't even notice a person approaching.
She walks forward, her tail swaying in rhythm with her steps. She sits down next to Foreseer and leans back on her palms. Looking up at the sky.
"Rough day?"
She hums, her golden eyes seemingly glowing in the dark of the oncoming night.
Foreseer looks up, frowning when he sees Catwalk. Or Maria, as he heard Humka call her, but he won't mention it. Great, now her. He just wants to be left the fuck alone for a second...
"... You could say so. What are you doing here?"
"Making sure you don't fall asleep on the side of the road?" She looks over, her ears flicking side to side.
"Just tell me to scram if you want me to. I want to make sure you get home safely. Oksana would kill me if I let one of her program members die."
"Look. Thanks for your concern, if i can call it that, but i'm good. Last time i checked, i'm not on the verge of dying, so yes, you can scram." His voice is dry, a hint of disdain can be heard. He's not too fond of Catwalk, and he is really dissapointed in Humka for falling for her... But he respects Humka too much to treat Catwalk like he'd treat other villains.
She raises an eyebrow, studying him for a moment.
"If you say so." She offers a hand, just because she's not a hero doesn't mean her heroic nature has left her.
Foreseer looks at the hand... And takes it, getting up. Fuck, maybe he really has to work on his... Approach to others. It's hard though, but small steps, right?
"What are you doing here? You... Don't seem like the type to live here."
"I used to, the neighborhood didn't take to kindly to a hybrid, I live in an apartment... People aren't nearly as mean to me anymore." She lets out a loud laugh, a smile on her face.
"Let's get you back home, the fuckers in this neighborhood don't take kindly to people who linger about."
[⚙︎ 𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙽 𝚁𝙿 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁]
[𝟛 𝕒𝕞]
Lights are out, doors closed. He has keys, luckily. It took some convincing, but Humka and Blazer let him stay overnight at the SDN's techlab.
The only light source is a little lamp on the table, the only sound is clicking and mechanical buzz, empty can of energy drink and drained thermos that used to have coffee in it on the table. Foreseer is sitting on a stool, forhead resting on the table, fighting back tears. Fuck, he's a man, he's a hero, he doesn't cry. Especially not about... Basically nothing!
He loves being famous, recognized... Loved. Oh he loves being loved. But lately his spotlight started fading. He's still young, strong, smart, why media don't care anymore?! Sure, interview here and there, but it's not the same. Yet still he has more work than ever, no time to take a breath.
A client called him today, a work that was due next week had to be delivered tomorrow. Is he for fucking real?! But it's a regular client, and a rich one at that, he has to throw everything aside and finish it. He can't afford any fuck ups, especially not now.
⭒˗ˏˋ𓆩 ⚠ 𓆪ˎˊ˗⭒
[𝟡 𝕡𝕞]
He did it. Oh he fucking did it. He got paid, client was satisfied and Foreseer finally got a chance to rest. He didn't even wait, getting out od the big and clearly expensive house in suburbs, he sits on the sidewalk, taking a deep breath. He's so tired, a burnout or some shit? No idea, but he needs a break. To just sit down and do nothing for a week.
He doesn't do anything. Sitting, staring at a little flower growing out of the concrete, so lost in thoughts that he doesn't even notice a person approaching.
She walks forward, her tail swaying in rhythm with her steps. She sits down next to Foreseer and leans back on her palms. Looking up at the sky.
"Rough day?"
She hums, her golden eyes seemingly glowing in the dark of the oncoming night.
Foreseer looks up, frowning when he sees Catwalk. Or Maria, as he heard Humka call her, but he won't mention it. Great, now her. He just wants to be left the fuck alone for a second...
"... You could say so. What are you doing here?"
"Making sure you don't fall asleep on the side of the road?" She looks over, her ears flicking side to side.
"Just tell me to scram if you want me to. I want to make sure you get home safely. Oksana would kill me if I let one of her program members die."
"Look. Thanks for your concern, if i can call it that, but i'm good. Last time i checked, i'm not on the verge of dying, so yes, you can scram." His voice is dry, a hint of disdain can be heard. He's not too fond of Catwalk, and he is really dissapointed in Humka for falling for her... But he respects Humka too much to treat Catwalk like he'd treat other villains.
She raises an eyebrow, studying him for a moment.
"If you say so." She offers a hand, just because she's not a hero doesn't mean her heroic nature has left her.
[⚙︎ 𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙽 𝚁𝙿 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁]
[𝟛 𝕒𝕞]
Lights are out, doors closed. He has keys, luckily. It took some convincing, but Humka and Blazer let him stay overnight at the SDN's techlab.
The only light source is a little lamp on the table, the only sound is clicking and mechanical buzz, empty can of energy drink and drained thermos that used to have coffee in it on the table. Foreseer is sitting on a stool, forhead resting on the table, fighting back tears. Fuck, he's a man, he's a hero, he doesn't cry. Especially not about... Basically nothing!
He loves being famous, recognized... Loved. Oh he loves being loved. But lately his spotlight started fading. He's still young, strong, smart, why media don't care anymore?! Sure, interview here and there, but it's not the same. Yet still he has more work than ever, no time to take a breath.
A client called him today, a work that was due next week had to be delivered tomorrow. Is he for fucking real?! But it's a regular client, and a rich one at that, he has to throw everything aside and finish it. He can't afford any fuck ups, especially not now.
⭒˗ˏˋ𓆩 ⚠ 𓆪ˎˊ˗⭒
[𝟡 𝕡𝕞]
He did it. Oh he fucking did it. He got paid, client was satisfied and Foreseer finally got a chance to rest. He didn't even wait, getting out od the big and clearly expensive house in suburbs, he sits on the sidewalk, taking a deep breath. He's so tired, a burnout or some shit? No idea, but he needs a break. To just sit down and do nothing for a week.
He doesn't do anything. Sitting, staring at a little flower growing out of the concrete, so lost in thoughts that he doesn't even notice a person approaching.
She walks forward, her tail swaying in rhythm with her steps. She sits down next to Foreseer and leans back on her palms. Looking up at the sky.
"Rough day?"
She hums, her golden eyes seemingly glowing in the dark of the oncoming night.
Foreseer looks up, frowning when he sees Catwalk. Or Maria, as he heard Humka call her, but he won't mention it. Great, now her. He just wants to be left the fuck alone for a second...
"... You could say so. What are you doing here?"
"Making sure you don't fall asleep on the side of the road?" She looks over, her ears flicking side to side.
"Just tell me to scram if you want me to. I want to make sure you get home safely. Oksana would kill me if I let one of her program members die."
[⚙︎ 𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙽 𝚁𝙿 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁]
[𝟛 𝕒𝕞]
Lights are out, doors closed. He has keys, luckily. It took some convincing, but Humka and Blazer let him stay overnight at the SDN's techlab.
The only light source is a little lamp on the table, the only sound is clicking and mechanical buzz, empty can of energy drink and drained thermos that used to have coffee in it on the table. Foreseer is sitting on a stool, forhead resting on the table, fighting back tears. Fuck, he's a man, he's a hero, he doesn't cry. Especially not about... Basically nothing!
He loves being famous, recognized... Loved. Oh he loves being loved. But lately his spotlight started fading. He's still young, strong, smart, why media don't care anymore?! Sure, interview here and there, but it's not the same. Yet still he has more work than ever, no time to take a breath.
A client called him today, a work that was due next week had to be delivered tomorrow. Is he for fucking real?! But it's a regular client, and a rich one at that, he has to throw everything aside and finish it. He can't afford any fuck ups, especially not now.
⭒˗ˏˋ𓆩 ⚠ 𓆪ˎˊ˗⭒
[𝟡 𝕡𝕞]
He did it. Oh he fucking did it. He got paid, client was satisfied and Foreseer finally got a chance to rest. He didn't even wait, getting out od the big and clearly expensive house in suburbs, he sits on the sidewalk, taking a deep breath. He's so tired, a burnout or some shit? No idea, but he needs a break. To just sit down and do nothing for a week.
He doesn't do anything. Sitting, staring at a little flower growing out of the concrete, so lost in thoughts that he doesn't even notice a person approaching.
She walks forward, her tail swaying in rhythm with her steps. She sits down next to Foreseer and leans back on her palms. Looking up at the sky.
"Rough day?"
She hums, her golden eyes seemingly glowing in the dark of the oncoming night.
SHOUT OUT TO HUMKA FOR HIRING ME BACK!
@humka-sdn
Sounds like Humka to me.
You better not do anything stupid, got it?
Have you considered that you can get infinitely close to zero but zeroly close to infinity
.... Do I need to call an ambulance or? You sound out of it.
Which Sonar are you? Like number-wise?
-@catstrut
Like sixth maybe seventh
I knew this would happen.
For some reason I wanna see Robert tag teamed by the dragon guy and Sweet talker while Sonar watches.
I am deeply disturbed
Then stop looking bratty and breedable
No comment-
HA! You agree! I win! 😎
That is not what I said!
I still win
Batboner is correct, if you didn’t want us talking like this don’t have a very grabbable waist and those big brown eyes that we want to see with tears from pleasure
Flippy gets it! 😁
Gotta agree with them on this Blue
All of you are freaks.
You don't say? /s
For some reason I wanna see Robert tag teamed by the dragon guy and Sweet talker while Sonar watches.
I am deeply disturbed
Then stop looking bratty and breedable
No comment-
HA! You agree! I win! 😎
That is not what I said!
I still win
Batboner is correct, if you didn’t want us talking like this don’t have a very grabbable waist and those big brown eyes that we want to see with tears from pleasure
Flippy gets it! 😁
Gotta agree with them on this Blue
wait is ur hair buzzed now?
🙁🙁
lookin ass
My hair is BLACK.
IT’S NOT MY FAULT SOME PEOPLE FORCIBLY GAVE ME A BUZZCUT.
Damn we lost a beautiful man today 😔
Btw how’s Forseer holding up?
[ WARNING: MASSIVE EARTHQUAKE IN OR AROUND THE TORRANCE AREA IMMEDIATE, MASSIVE EARTHQUAKE IN OR AROUND THE TORRANCE AREA IMMEDIATE]
[SEEK SHELTER IMMEDIATELY, All SDN FIELD EMPLOYEES MUST BE READY FOR DEPLOYMENT, SEEK SHELTER IMMEDIATELY]
...you know I forgot California had earthquakes-
( @rrobertson3 @mechamanthethird @thefireandtheflame @golem-gravy @waterboy-or-herman-will-do @its-mal @aere-dispatch @red-marquis @slugger-sdn @catstrut @oraclewithsixarms @vitaliaistired @icanhearyoumf @invisibi-gal @irish-dickpuncher-900 @prisim--gurllll @swiftasthenight @not-so-phenomenal-katon-ur )
FUCK, I might not be with SDN anymore but I'm sure as hell not gonna let civilians die.
Valen you should watch skibidi toilet
Why is there a head in the toilet? I'm extremely confused yet I cannot look away.
Oh my god...
The anons got another one
Hey how do you feel about cats?
-@maho-from-torrents
They're... respectable creatures. I can appreciate the want or need to be alone at a simple whim.
Why?
Hm?
Sup
-@catstrut
Not much, how about you?
Bored mostly, wanna spar or something?
You should get your ears pierced, just saying
-@catstrut
Oh fuck yeah… that’d look hot as shit. Thanks for the suggestion!
Np, we can go shopping for earrings afterwards
and I'll share gossip too yk?
