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depressed steampunk guy: like nothing makes me happy anymore i feel like my fantastical flying contraption just ran out of coal

frankiedotbiz

do you think steam just magically comes out of nowhere im so sick of these people who dont understand steampunk it makes me want to get into my submersible bathysphere and never reemerge

thedarkqueensreblogs

Steam. Is. Water. Coal. Makes. Smoke.

frankiedotbiz

what is the coal doing to the water

dkpsyhog

Makes sense to me

geocitiesephemera

Eyewitness Series II by DK Vision (1996)

cinemarthek

天使のたまご (Angel’s Egg | Amano Yoshitaka/Oshii Mamoru | 1985)

少女革命ウテナ (Revolutionary Girl Utena | Ikuhara Kunihiko | 1997)

灰羽連盟 (Haibane Renmei | Tokoro Tomokazu | 2002)

mah-booger

knucklecurve

filthy, filthy read

rhymewithrachel

watching twilight and I keep making myself laugh imagining if it was just alucard or any other vampire instead of Edward. POV nausferatu goes to ur school

sibyllance

Apparently someone got their car stuck on the light rail tracks at Mt. Baker. For those unfamiliar this is 35 feet up in the air

officialboredom

First test flight of a flying car by Mazda partially a success

tuulikki

I feel like the Arizona license plate should take some place in our analysis of whatever in the goddam fuck we’re looking at here

weirdstrangeandawful

Much like Springfield before it, Seattle is one of the few major cities in the world with a monorail. That, combined with a more conventional light rail system, makes Seattle the rare U.S. city with two different types of train for public transportation. On Tuesday night, the rail system briefly had a third: a Mazda CX-5.

https://www.roadandtrack.com/news/a71483251/mazda-driver-seattle-pulls-into-elevated-train-station-on-tracks/

nicky999doors

scorebug

AL west is like if “I JUST MADE SOME BULLSHITTTT” was a division

mah-booger

scorebug

2025 mariners

oaluz

I had not touched a cat in 15 years when an orange kitten wandered over to sit with me in the grass.

"I had not touched a cat in 15 years when an orange kitten wandered over to sit with me in the grass one day. I was left without adequate words to describe that experience. It reminded me that I am alive. It instilled in me a raw, unbridled happiness that I had never felt before, not even as a child.

I have spent many hours with those cats, and still I am amazed at how perfectly they reject everything it means to be in prison. They are playful and unselfconscious, curious and silly, soft and cuddly.

Sometimes it is even more interesting to watch my fellow prisoners interact with our cats. All those hard cases doing hard time melt like butter on a summer sidewalk when they visit the felines, feed them, watch them chase the birds and bees, and when they make toys to entice the cats to play with them.

I don’t think about the past when a cat hops in my lap. I don’t think of what I should or could have done. I don’t think about courts or life sentences or parole boards. What comes to mind is peace, and a sense that everything is going to be OK. What’s in the past needs to stay there if I want to have a future, if I want to be grateful for today and for the fact that I am no longer the person I once was.

The cats, of course, already know this. They are gracious enough to spend their time with us so that we might learn, and so that we can enjoy a few quiet moments of warmth, softness, non judgment, and freedom."