Antonia Thomas as Evie in Scrotal Recall 1.03

JVL
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
trying on a metaphor
hello vonnie

roma★

izzy's playlists!
cherry valley forever
sheepfilms
Monterey Bay Aquarium

Janaina Medeiros
will byers stan first human second
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ

ellievsbear
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
KIROKAZE
AnasAbdin

blake kathryn
Claire Keane
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
seen from United States

seen from Malaysia

seen from Malaysia
seen from United States

seen from Singapore
seen from United Arab Emirates

seen from United States
seen from Japan
seen from France

seen from United Arab Emirates
seen from United States

seen from Australia

seen from Germany
seen from Canada
seen from United States

seen from Malaysia

seen from Singapore
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from China
@didnthackthat-blog
Antonia Thomas as Evie in Scrotal Recall 1.03
I desire therefore I exist.
Angela Carter, The Infernal Desire Machines of Doctor Hoffman (via wordsnquotes)
“Note to self, don’t take an internship that involves you sifting through agony aunt-esque letters from awfully curious people who want to know how other species work.”
“The questions honestly make me wonder if the work experience with a risque magazine is worth it.”
"Heard about anything interesting going on around here?"
"Unless you count the ground breaking news that a woman just came up to talk to me, then now." Velox flared his mandibles in a grin.
"Hm?" He pulled away to look down on her. "Yes? I guess I do…"
"I see,"she looked up at him for a moment before nodding. "So you're quite the expert at this hm?"
"Heard about anything interesting going on around here?"
"Unless you count the ground breaking news that a woman just came up to talk to me, then now." Velox flared his mandibles in a grin.
“Definitely not a bad thing.” Without thinking he nipped her neck gently.
"I--" she gasped, her grip on him tightening momentarily, he'd caught her off guard, doing that. "Do you do this every time you're on shore leave?"
"Heard about anything interesting going on around here?"
"Unless you count the ground breaking news that a woman just came up to talk to me, then now." Velox flared his mandibles in a grin.
He smiled into her neck. “It is,” he purred. “You’re so soft, everywhere, I can’t get over it.” three shots and a few beers and Velox said things, did things, that he’d never do otherwise. His hands continued to slowly roam her back, waist and hips.
Unsure of how to take that particular comment she sighed, closing her eyes for a moment; just to lose herself in the feeling of it all. Estelle hadn't done anything like this since she'd first arrived on the Citadel. "That's not a bad thing is it? She questioned. "I mean you're rather hard...very different from a human" she muttered. "But I'm definitely not complaining."
"Fourteen or fifteen, I don’t remember exactly. My dad did a lot of research into nano-grade weaves to make sure it would be beneficial. I talked back to a lot of adults, and it was in my best interest not to be squishy." She grinned, absently picking at a bit of schmutz on her trousers. "It’s been beneficial to my military career too, to be perfectly honest. A good front-line grunt gets a little more leeway when she asks questions."
Estelle’s comments piqued Anna’s interest greatly, and she leaned forward a little to be better heard. “Do you have any pictures? I’ve seen vids and stuff, but I like seeing pictures of Earth better. Seems more realistic.”
“Still so young,” she sighed, she couldn’t fathom what that must have been like. Had it hurt? Did it feel funny? Did she even feel human now in comparison? And if not what did it—she cut her thoughts off, she didn’t want to lose herself in them yet again. “Guess not, I suppose the Rite of Passage is kinda messy then?” bloody would have been a better word for it, she supposed. “Well if it was good for you it’s not in my jurisdiction to complain I guess…it’s better for you to live and do well in the end eh?”
She nodded, bringing up her omnitool for Anna to see. “I have a few, if you can excuse the people in them,” Estelle laughed somewhat awkwardly, she had far too many pictures of her family on there and she knew for a fact that no one really cared about them.
He buried his face into her nest of hair, curly and thick, and let go unprepared. She was soft and comforting and he looked deep into her soulful, hazel eyes.
“Tell you what,” he sighed, readjusting himself in the couch. “‘Real love seldom is who one can live with, but who one can’t live without.’ Or… ‘those’, if you’re feeling risqué.”
He snorted.
Shaking the hug off, Asim rubbed his face and hummed a somewhat familiar song to himself. The alcohol was already getting to him, even if most of it was orange juice. It didn’t matter. He mixed another drink, relished in the unfamiliar buzz, and raised his glass to her. “Well, who’s going to start? Me? After having poured out my deepest, darkest secrets and soul-crushing jealousy grounded in no basis of fact other than a raging chemical imbalance? You go ahead. I want to hear all about your endeavors with Cupid. Lord knows I could use a real pick-me-up.”
When he let her go she straightened up, tucking herself into the corner of her small couch; not because she wanted to stay as far away as possible but because she wanted to make sure he was comfortable.
“So now you call the lifestyle you lead risqué? You surprise me, Asim.” Sure, it was salacious but she’d always thought of him as unlikely to describe his private life in such a way.
She poured herself another glass, taking a quick gulp before speaking again. “Me? You want to hear about me and my endeavours? I wonder if this pick me up includes you laughing at how few I’ve had.” Where should she start? Real love or the first person she’d ever had a crush on? Both were equally sad, pathetic stories now that she thought about it. She used to be so damn childish. “When I started university there was a girl, human, had the most beautiful eyes you could imagine, deep brown and every time you looked at her it was like she was staring into your damn soul,” a chuckle escaped her lips. “We were together through most of university; my first love. Broke up with me because she wanted to be swept off her feet, hard to do when you’re a five foot one woman from a little island with little upper body strength,” and she sighed, leaning back on the arm of the sofa.
“I hacked into her omnitool after, discovered the love letters she was writing to a man. May or may not have hacked into his inbox and deleted them before he took the chance to look at them. I was…awfully bitter about it all.”
will be getting to replies later tonight promise sorry for keeping people waiting!
☠ Drabble list— You can send one anytime.
Scream: My character has caused yours to scream out for some reason
Milkshake: Our characters will have to split a milkshake
Busted: Your character will catch mine doing something they shouldn’t.
Time: I’ll write a drabble about our characters doing to a different time/dimension. specify.
Befriend Me: I wil write a drabble about our characters meeting for the first time in an AU.
Enamor Me: I will write a fluffy drabble about my character trying to woo yours [be it out of the blue/Valentines Day,feel free to specify.]
Quiet Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character trying to calm yours down [be it from crying, from lashing out, feel free to specify.]
Torture Me: I’ll write a drabble about your character torturing mine or vise versa.
Hug Me: My character will hug yours. Either by surprise or for a specific reason.
Confess: My character will speak their true feelings about your character. (or about a topic. you may choose.)
Death: My character’s reaction to your character dying.
Protect: My character keeps yours safe from harm.
Revenge: My character will get revenge on yours.
Healer: My/your character helping your/my character when they are hurt/sick. (Be specific on who gets which role, and whether the pain is physical, emotional, or just having to catch a fever)
I Do: I will write our characters as a married couple
Broken: I’ll write our characters breaking up or in an angsty scene.
Spell: I’ll write my character putting a spell on yours. Or being under a spell/curse.
« : memory from the past with your character
» : a future event my character would like to happen with them + yours
☼ : A memory my character has with yours that they’ll never forget
Rain: I’ll write a fluffy drabble of our characters kissing in the rain.
Pet: I’ll write a drabble of my character buying yours a pet. (specify what kind.)
Sleep: I’ll write a drabble of my character snuggling in bed with yours.
Nightmare: I’ll write my character having a nightmare about yours, or vice versa.
Kiss: I’ll write our characters sharing a kiss, it can be innocent or passionate.
Murder: I’ll write my character killing yours or vice vesra.
Home: I’ll write our characters living together.
Love: I’ll write our character’s falling in love.
Death: I’ll write our character’s mourning over each other.
Insane: I’ll write my character is insane inside asylum and yours is the doctor, vice versa
Secret: My character tells your character a secret.
Candy Corn: Your character or mine being cheesy to the other
Stars: Our characters under the stars together
Snow: Our characters in the cold together
Candles: Our characters enjoying a moment by candlelight
Peppermint: Your character or mine, sharing a sweet secret with the other.
the nerd i reblogged this from has a quality blog & i recommend you all follow them.
how ‘bout a giveaway ?
this blog has only been active for about three days and the amount of followers i have and people wanting to interact with shep already is super awesome so i figured since my weekend is coming up, i’d do something to give back to all you lovelies !!
+┋rules
+ must be following me. + roleplay blogs only + one like + one reblog count + giveaway ends friday (2/27) at 10:00p.m. EST
+┋prizes
3rd place - 50 icons of the fc of your choosing, fancy or plain 2nd place - 100 icons of the fc of your choosing, fancy or plain 1st place - one theme overhaul or new theme
+┋examples
icons
themes ( x ) ( x ) ( x ) ( x ) ( x ) ( x ) ( x ) ( x )
Je vous souhaite d’être follement aimée.
André Breton, L’amour fou (Mad Loves)
translation: “My wish is that you may be loved to the point of madness.”
(via wordsnquotes)
You sit there in your heartache Waiting on some beautiful boy to To save you from your old ways
"Probably, yeah. But I mean, it’s not like anyone could have known not to touch the relay. S’not like there was a sign taped to it saying ‘do not touch’." She tilted her head. "Man, that’s really weird to think about. It was just thirty-something years ago that you guys had no idea we all existed. I can’t even imagine what it would be like t’ think you’re the only race in the galaxy.” She often forgot humans were new to the galactic community; most fit in quite well, which it made it easy to forget. "Yep. Crushes them, or intimidates them. Either way, they don’t cross her, and she keeps control of everything. She’s been doin’ it for more than two centuries, so there’s no doubt about how powerful she is."
"My thoughts exactly, although that sort of logic is clearly too basic, I mean what sort of species just goes around activating relays am I right?" She rolled her eyes, surely it would be better to warn races too close to doing so instead of firing at will. But she was a human and she was probably rather biased about the whole thing, even if she didn't particularly want to be. "Yeah, it kind of reflects a sort of big headedness, or so I've been told, to think there's no other intelligent life. But it's not like we had proof to say otherwise you know? There's a lot of old vids about us finding intelligent life out there. And a lot of it involves giant wars, abductions and...probing." Her brows furrowed, humans back in the day were clearly pretty weird. "Makes me wonder what she's gonna do when she finally does get too old or dies, Omega and its pirate queen seem to just go together so damn well."
"Heard about anything interesting going on around here?"
"Unless you count the ground breaking news that a woman just came up to talk to me, then now." Velox flared his mandibles in a grin.
He let his hands roam the foreign softness of her body. Down her back to the her waist and hips. Maybe it was the alcohol, but she felt really nice against him. Warm and soft. He leaned in over her shoulder and let his face get buried in her hair for a while, breathing her in. “You smell nice.” he murmured in her ear as they moved together to the music.
A pleasant shiver ran down her spine at his touch and her breath momentarily hitched. And perhaps if she were completely sober she’d have taken a little longer to dwell on the fact that she was in this sort of position, with someone she barely knew. It was, exciting to say the least. Tentatively her hands trailed up from his hips to his shoulders, exhaling slowly as she did so. “This is nice.”
There is nothing more seductive—and dangerous—than being listened to.
Donald Antrim, The Verificationist (via wordsnquotes)