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[astirian]

actually i lied. adhd meds will be used to watch every single race and press con and interview and read every single article i can find about marc / valentino on god

[roadwhores]

rip to the musem in my city... it isn't dead, but im not stepping foot in it again after the Israel funded exhibition not too long ago

[sweetshark]

confession

[aurowolf]

Something quick about Villanious

So, there are lots of people that think that Black Hat is a demon. And the way he and Dr. Flug met for the first time is still unknown. So my theory is: What if Dr. Flug got himself in serious danger and was going to die, maybe he got also scarred on his face and that’s the reason he’s wearing that bag now. However Black Hat saw what was happening and decided to intervene. After all Dr. Flug was a genius, all that potential couldn’t just got to waste. So he saved his life (kinda) and Flug had to make, like, a deal with him. And that’s why he’s working for Black Hat. It’s just a theory, pls don’t kill me.

[okatochos-blog]

❝ In two thousand years of time and space, and I’ve

                                               never 

met anyone who wasn’t 

                                             important ❞

[thethespacecoyote]

After a dinner of tough, slightly sandy skag jerky and some crusty bread, they’d decided to break into a bit of the whiskey. Rhys had side-eyed the stained jug of acidic alcohol that Jack had offered him, but at the older man’s needling Rhys had taken a deep swig of the bottle. Jack had laughed at him when Rhys had choked on the sharp taste, but contrary to the vault hunter’s expectations the boy had kept it down with a couple firm thumps to the chest.

“Easy,” Rhys had huffed, handing the jug back to Jack, “your move, old man.”

They’d passed the jug back and forth until it laid empty and discarded on the cooling sands, the last little drops dripping out onto the earth as the two men had slowly gravitated towards one another. Just as Jack had realized that Rhys was leaning up against him, he’d suddenly found the kid sliding warming into his lap, blithely taking a seat atop his thighs as he’d leaned his head back against Jack’s chest and started to point out the map of the stars twinkling in the darkening sky above them. Jack had gotten a whiff of Rhys’ hair, smelling of sand and cloth and the barest hint of blood.  

Jack had just pegged the kid as a little handsy, any social inhibitions clouded by the alcohol to the point where personal space just wasn’t something he was thinking about as he pressed up against Jack. But okay, the way that Rhys looked over his shoulder at him, the way the kid’s eyes shone in the moonlight, the husky little whisper with which he told Jack the names he’d made up for the constellations…that right there? That had to be something more.

That’s what Jack convinces himself of, anyway, when his hand cups Rhys’ cheek and he presses in for a kiss as warm as the Pandoran night is chill and silent.

[heslookingatshiro]

i just want to say thank u to all the sheith folks that suddenly followed this blog despite only being active for a week i hope i don't disappoint