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“what did you do to this poor car?”
i. ii. iii. iv.
Yo, gonna reblog this on most of my other somewhat active blogs buuuut…
I am gonna take a break on most of these blogs for at least a week. I’m just tired way too much and got too much going on to be creative atm. I’ll attempt drafts on all of them asap after that week ok? thanks!
ngl im atm not feeling like half of my drafts on basil so i might drop some. please please PLEASE understand it’s not all about anything you’ve done/your muse/how you write. i will decide on the weekend tho bc my mood is incredibly !!!! right now and that’s not a good mood to be in to make cuts like these.
‘No Reason featuring Nick Murphy’ – the third track taken from Bonobo’s new album 'Migration’, released 13th January 2017 on Ninja Tune
tbh knowing like next 2 zip about star trek AI tech (i mean i know OF data ofc, just not the deets yo) I can only wonder out loud the following:
would a created being like him be something that is Not Cool to have created in that future era? like esp if the alien biology utilized to give him his upgrades was done without the permission of said creatures??
but imagine THIS!!! two possible scenarios assuming the above is a possible thing:
1. same basic thing, “dad” rescues basil via escape, basil has no idea about his stuff, basil attempts to join starfleet after his dad dies and medical exams have some INTERESTING results as to the nature of his biology lol.
“are you.. sure... ur not........ i mean u said human but.......”
2. more robotic basil rescued after the secret lab thing is exposed and discovered! basil given the chance to be with a legit fam despite being different. basil eventually joining starfleet, very aware of his weird bio. :)
me: *sees stars and points at them* yes
person: what?
me: *sounding more forceful* YES
artwork by Michał Dziekan; Dziekan’s Blog
dicsirae:
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It was an odd kind of night, a quiet night. Driving along the Long Island Expressway into Manhattan, Frank had watched as the full moon emerged over the skyscrapers and cast its reflection on the lapping water. He and Maria used to go to the boardwalk in Brighton Beach on Saturday night, sometimes, and listen to the ocean. That had been another life ago. Before the Costas killed her and their children, before Frank accidentally saw some schmuck hanging in a park.
As he entered the city, he noted the half-empty streets as he made his way towards Hell’s Kitchen. Almost everyone was in bed and there were very few people outside. The city was quiet, but it wasn’t peaceful. Frank knew that someone somewhere was doing something they shouldn’t have been. Some kid was taking oranges from a stand, two guys were in a fight, some idiot was committing grand theft auto. They weren’t his business unless they got in his way and, luckily, nobody did.
He pulled up next to his apartment building, got out of the car, and locked it. Dave, the part-time punk rock band leader and full-time piercing aficionado, had disappeared from his perch on the stoop as well as the other regulars. There was someone else there, though. A guy he didn’t recognize even though he was more of a shadow than an actual person.
As he walked up the steps, Frank was careful to zip up his leather jacket and hide the T-shirt. Instinctively, he grabbed the pistol in his jacket pocket. “You waiting for someone?” he asked the guy as he inserted his electronic key into the door and waited for its beep of approval.
The city was not always so kind to Basil as the desert had been. There was always someone willing to put money on the heat and the dry earth scorched and burned more than hard pavement and glass any day, but that just wasn’t the case. These streets had teeth where the desert only had the occasional cactus and you always saw the cacti coming. The bite of the city came around corners like a rabid dog, foaming at the mouth and hungry for something to satisfy it’s rage.
It made him miss dust storms and sunburns and the occasional cactus prick.
Some people let the teeth mold them fresh. They grew steel over their scars and learned to sharpen their own teeth. Basil wasn’t interested in making himself like that, like the rising skyscrapers that seemed impervious to anything the city could throw at it. Hell, they survived ALIEN INVASIONS, but that didn’t make Basil anymore eager to be made of concrete and bulletproof glass.
Only there were times he could not help that.
Only there were times when he was not himself and he did not have a choice as to how he treated the city in return.
He was sitting hunched forward, arms crossed over his gut as if he felt something wretched rising, or trying to rise anyway. It wasn’t until this man arrived that Basil moved and it only to look up with a sharp tilt of his chin. Something about his eyes were off. The gleam of bright blue didn’t come off as natural, especially in such a poorly lit neighborhood as this.
“Frank Castle?”
do u guys get how gkfdljgdf HOW GOOD this album is like holy sdfklgjsdfdsklfjdsfk YALL
also apologies to those i have drafts with, i’m being slow bc my brain is a little zoinked due to babysitting legit all day and even now. i’m doing what i can so even some starters MAY be delayed. just depends on my muse!!!
omg b//onobo released a new album :O!!!
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xaedificare replied to your post: ugh i need to come up with better things to write...
i always feel boring. like the most boring. i totally get it. <3 you are not boring.
thank you!!! you aren’t either, but sometimes it’s like... idk i’d rather write a screenplay version of an interaction vs a heavy prose thing bc it moves quicker and is less stuck on boring shit.
ugh i need to come up with better things to write here, esp in threads.
like i feel so boring lmao.
but honestly things i GOTTA explore:
1. new powers. basil discovering things he can do in weird situations with different people. 2. MEMORIES RETURNING. 3. WHAT IF HIS MOM WAS STILL ALIVE AND HE FOUND OUT??? 4. ? ? ? ? ?
1. he is the most popular baby of all the children his mother gives herself to. he is held the most and stroked the most and poked the most and gives the most blood and takes the most medicine and has the loudest heartbeat. he grows the fastest and the largest. he will run the furthest in the least amount of time and he will gulp down air the greediest.
he is the first of his mother’s children to want to live so badly that he tells all the world in great big yelps and screams that sometimes break glass windows that are pretending to be mirrors.
all that life she gave! and he is the worst at being grateful when all he dreams about when they make him sleep are all the ways being the best feels like drowning.
Nostalgia Critic Quotes Starters
demwildmemes:
You know the deal. Feel free to change pronouns, add names to blanks, etc. There is some profanity in this one.
“Why do they always want to do it the hard way?”
“What can’t we do with an acre of land?”
“We’re talking softly because it’ll upset the souffle?”
“You know…like your head!”
“You think you’re gonna get away from me, but you’re not, because it’s on.”
“I’m sorry, but who thought this would be an exciting idea?”
“This is even more exciting than that time I dangled keys in front of my own face!”
“DON’T fall to the ground like a bloody corpse.”
“Bad is rad and I’m ballistic!”
“Oh, come on, it’s obvious. It’s so incredibly obvious.”
“It’s junk food, brightly colored junk food for the mind.”
“The orthodox levels on this are most un!”
“Ah-ba-ba-ba, don’t tell me the problem, I only want to focus on the solution. I see…a banana. Use a banana.”
“We are not on the same level as them! WE ARE HEALTHY!”
“This looks like a job for flamboyance!”
“Yeah! The opposite of what we saw before! The opposite of what we saw before! The opposite of what we saw before!”
“Hey! You seem very…two-people-ish!”
“Because that’s funny, right? Right? The correct answer is no.”
“Punctuation is so wild!”
“WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? WHAAAAT?”
“Clearly, we are dealing with artistic genius here!”
“Please get in this evil device which is in no way an evil device. Joke’s on you; it’s an evil device.”
“What do kids normally do? They make tofu or something?”
“Stop it! Stop it! Stop trying to sound cool!”
“All is lost.”
“You’re so gosh darn wonderful.”
“I’m sorry, ____. I like your place. It’s a nice looking place.”
“I don’t care if it’s innocent and cutesy; it’s a piece of shit.”
“But I don’t wanna laugh, I wanna get better.”
“If its purpose was to bore the living shit out of us, I agree.”
“You have to have one before you can lose it.”
“Wait a minute, so you’re saying that if I jump aboard the bandwagon before it even becomes a bandwagon, I can be one of the frontrunners of the bandwagon?”
“Redundant much, redundant?”
“Was I really just a pawn in your lame-ass little punchline?”
“Is this actually a popular thing and I just never noticed?”
“My God…it’s full of shit.”
“Put traffic cones around that apple juice; that shit is lethal!”
“What is this, just another day at the store for you?”
“Why are you being so blatant with how evil you are?”
“Yeah, you know what’s living? Dying.”
“No, wait, that’s not living. That’s…that’s fucking dying.”
“I remember it so you don’t have to.”
“You’re listening to frogs! It’s all a lie!”
“I don’t know, it means I’m angry!”
“Gee, does it have something to do with ice?”
“I just wanna bring love and joy to the world.”
“I haven’t been this shocked since I found out the secret to living a long lasting life…was breathing!”
“You know, for kids!”
“Start off with something innocent and lighthearted and then smash it down into cruel, cruel reality?”
“I hear it’s a dictatorship where people disappear.”
“Stay back; I think that’s real ketchup.”
“That’s so out of the ordinary, I dare call it wacky.”
“Get off my wet banana!”
“B-B-B-Bullshit!”
“Don’t encourage him. You’ll jiggy-jiggy regret it.”
“Maybe you could start by getting out of the fucking bed.”
“Well, that’s odd. It’s almost…normal.”
“Gee, does THAT…SOUND…FAMILIAR?”
“If we’re going through with this, I want to be prepared.”
“Fucking bubbles!”
“Inspire us! Say something stoic!”
“Oh, by the way, we have to mail this to fifty or more people or else we get bad luck.”
“I would LOVE to play a game with somebody!”
“Fuck yeah, sparkle sparkle sparkle!”
“If you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna take the occasional break to look at myself in front of the mirror and cry.”
“Cause let me tell you, it’s not always easy.”
“People may die, but stupidity is forever.”
“Stop calling it that!”
“So, your argument is…you fucked up, you’re glad you fucked up, and you will continue to fuck up in new and spectacular ways?”
“I did not just hear that.”
“Time for a game of disappearing brain cells!”
“I think he drank the cactus juice or something.”
“I thought I had these burned!”
“My heart soars every time. The monotone. The absolute lack of any human emotion. The way he doesn’t even refer to her by her name.”
“I just remember that it was weird and childish.”
“I know that it’s just my opinion, but I’m right.”
“I remember it…but I don’t wanna!”