titsay
we're not kids anymore.
taylor price
ojovivo
if i look back, i am lost
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hello vonnie
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Andulka
Mike Driver
Three Goblin Art
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
shark vs the universe
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Cosimo Galluzzi
wallacepolsom
Stranger Things
Sade Olutola
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@preprocessedboxer
((please note. I am retiring this blog. Largely because of my lack of mesh/flow/words to effect, with this character. I will however be moving to anotter blog with another muse who you will be familiar. letsbesybilaboutthis.tumblr.com
((please note. I am retiring this blog. Largely because of my lack of mesh/flow/words to effect, with this character. I will however be moving to anotter blog with another muse who you will be familiar. letsbesybilaboutthis.tumblr.com
((please note. I am retiring this blog. Largely because of my lack of mesh/flow/words to effect, with this character. I will however be moving to anotter blog with another muse who you will be familiar. letsbesybilaboutthis.tumblr.com
((please note. I am retiring this blog. Largely because of my lack of mesh/flow/words to effect, with this character. I will however be moving to anotter blog with another muse who you will be familiar. letsbesybilaboutthis.tumblr.com
((please note. I am retiring this blog. Largely because of my lack of mesh/flow/words to effect, with this character. I will however be moving to anotter blog with another muse who you will be familiar. letsbesybilaboutthis.tumblr.com
((please note. I am retiring this blog. Largely because of my lack of mesh/flow/words to effect, with this character. I will however be moving to anotter blog with another muse who you will be familiar. letsbesybilaboutthis.tumblr.com
((please note. I am retiring this blog. Largely because of my lack of mesh/flow/words to effect, with this character. I will however be moving to anotter blog with another muse who you will be familiar. letsbesybilaboutthis.tumblr.com
"face to face"
What would your muse do if they found mine locked in a cell and chained to a wall? Put it in my ask.
i like how this is coming out nwn
Transistor by shalizeh
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As the man forced himself upon him, The Boxer found himself backpedaling away at speed, arms pushing the unwanted kiss away. Once distance caught him, his hands went from pushing to cupped over his mouth. Lips mouthing repeatedly ‘what the fuck’ before sharing their thoughts with him.
"What the fuck what the fuck What the W.T.F what the hell…"
Were they angry words? No. Where they confused? No doubt.
Asher squeaked and blushed deeply and pressed is own hands to his mouth, staring wide eyed at the man he had just kissed and also moved away to smack his back against the opposite wall in shock. Did he…just do that?!
”I-I’m so sorry sir I-I….I don’t know what just happened.” The blond explained.
He wiped his mouth with his forearm as he glanced up behind it at the man. He turned and started to what could only be seen as limber up.
"Well…if you dont know an’ I dont know who the hay does?"
A huff of breath came from his lungs as he continued to pace, unsure of what to do, or even what exactly just happened.
Asher blinked and kept his head down, utterly lost as to why he had just kissed this stranger. “I-I didn’t mean to…I-I uerm…perhaps something of another nature made me do so.”
"Another na!-" He turned away, running his hand through his hair as he did, muttering his own brand of explotive under his breath.
"Another nature like what pal? Because last time I checked smooching folks isn't at the top of a spooks to do list."
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Always eager to please, Boxer found his way through the city up to its most prestigious of districts. Looking like he belonged he headed his way up to the source of the message and gave a rap on the door. Then pressed the comms. Took a bit out of Blue in getting up here, but was worth it enough to look around the place, curiosity ever needing to be satisfied. "Junction Jans' Flatbread, you have a flat we have the bread."
Royce is about to answer the door, but hesitates when he recognizes the voice. No, isn’t he a boxer? Why did he get this job? He thought to himself. He shrugs then answers the door. “I didn’t know you were a delivery boy Blue.” He says, smirking.”You look very out of place in that uniform..” Royce’s gaze is scanning over Blue, taking in the obscure image of a person that stood before him.
He turned back around, pointing out to Royce, before tuning unable to find the words.
This man, the low down no good dirty wreck was driving him up the wall. He turned sharply back to him and cornered in on him, a foot stepping to his ankle.
"Tell me one damn reason I shouldnt just go about fetching you tickets off to the country?"
Royce flinched, closed eyes waiting for what he thought would be another gut wrenching blow. “Oh uhm.. Well, if you do so, you’ll be caught red handed Blue.. The Bracket towers aren’t void of cameras you know… You’re already in a bit of trouble for resulting to violence earlier, wouldn’t want to get in more trouble would you?” He opens his eyes and gives a toothy smile.
Cold sweat fell from his brow as all he could do was stare slack jawed at Royce, he stop still. In silence as he took a gulp. That bastard went and planned this shit didn't he?
"N..now c'mon Roy, reason is second to none right?"
Finding Her Voice: Red's Agency in Transistor
Stop me if you’ve heard this one before: there’s this girl, see—a pretty little thing—and she’s supposed to be the hero of the story. But everything she does is by the men around her. She lacks agency in her own story. She’s not acting independently. She isn’t free to make her own choices.
Like, say, a woman without a voice, and the sword who’s there to fill the silence?
That’s the glaring red flag that comes with Transistor: it sure looks like a game where you’re not supposed to project yourself into the character of Red as much as want to protect her. If Red doesn’t have a voice, then it’s really the sword’s story, isn’t it?
It’s so glaring that it seems like Supergiant Games wants you to think that going in, because the first thing they do is turn that impression on its head. Red doesn’t just have agency within the world of Transistor—the game itself is an exploration of what that means.
We’re going to dive deep into spoilers (right through to the game’s end), so stop here if that’s a problem.
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