#phoenix sun

[nightmare-michi1]

A SOTW event on the TSBS Server!

Sun as a Phoenix 🐦‍🔥

[xobscuredogsx]

Last obscure dog of the month

Inugami from Phoenix Sun (January 1986)

From the godfather of manga himself Osamu Tezuka

[freshthoughts2020]

[nbaoracle]

[shecanball]

DT begging for a challenge and Coach Nate just NOT looking at her omg 😭😭 like that video of Adele looking everywhere but at the camera

[missamericannpie]

Sun playing Denver on Christmas 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ we're winning 60+ games this year (I'm delusional)

[slotorama]

Get ready for the upcoming Phoenix Sun slot release at Slotorama, coming December 13, 2016!

[facelessstarfish]

Wendy! I hear her squeal out my name, it comes out harsh and rattled. Glancing around the room, it looks like it's desperately trying to be cheerful. Soft plastic containers of flowers litter every available surface, it makes the room reek of lilies akin to funerary decoration. Her mother had instructed me, nothing glass, nothing sharp. I thought back to the waiver I signed and search of my belongings I submitted to upon my arrival. The security officer confiscated the glitter bubbles I had brought, but passed the plastic nail stickers and scented crayons. I look at the face gleaming at me from under the purple spotted blanket. Traces of familiarity in her face and demeanor are still present but the kid I met a few years ago now has the lanky stance of an awkward young adult. I try not to stare at the dark bruising and red rashes encircling her neck. I choke down my horror and promise myself, later. Later I will have time to lose my shit, drunk and sobbing on the long plane ride home, but not now. She pulls me onto to the bed and a thousand questions pour out of her mouth. For a few hours we pretend, it feels like a daytime slumber party. “How much coffee have you had?” “Never enough, with jet lag and the time change I'm magically living two days today.” Chortled laughter turns into coughing as she absentmindedly rubs at her raw throat. I stare at the tile floor and pray the fear doesn't show in my eyes. She shoves the coloring books off her lap and stifles a yawn. I stretch my legs out on the bed alongside her torso and bunch up the sheets under my head. Lids heavy she is staring at me, deep in thought. I nod my consent at her, she barely pauses then asks “When your scars heal do they ever come back?” “I'm lucky, mine do not. But for some they never go away or when they come back they are different but in the end all the same.” Her green eyes glower expectantly at me. I shrug “That's the best answer I can give you kiddo.” “You are the worst adult.” she retorts, succumbing to a deep yawn. Her breath was even and steady in sleep when I eased myself off the bed to leave. Suzanne greeted me in the hallway, her face swollen eyes red rimmed and dark. She pulled me in for a familial embrace and I could feel her body trembling. Everything about her demeanor screaming pain and exhaustion. There is a light, misting rain that coats the windshield as we drive in silence to the airport. Grateful for a window view I slump down in the tiny plane seat to stare at out over the wing. The setting sun chasing away the wispy clouds, has draped the skies in a golden hued blanket. This will be the longest night I think, but my body aches across the miles for the familiarity of my home and the comfort of my solitude.