#yea. yea.

[abovedivinity]

Being drunk at 3 am means having an out of body experience and being aware of the wheel of samsara you're in

[duckiemimi]

miyano knows what's up

[rvbyaoi]

HI GAMERS i doubt anyone here has watched race to the moon but. i love them so much so i drew blue team. (wow i rlly like a lot of shows that have blue teams in them huh...)

srry for my camera quality LMAO but. they <3

[id 1: 3 traditional headshot drawings. the top drawing is superchache39, with a white and red aviator hat underneath a green and orange propeller cap. his teeth are gritted and his eyes are partially covered by his propeller cap. second drawing is iballisticsquid, a man with black hair dyed blond that is shaved at the sides and put in a ponytail, a black beard, and blue scales covering his cheeks and nose. he is wearing goggles with a blue tint on his forehead and has a determined, adventurous expression. at the bottom is stampy, an orange cat with white markings, big green eyes, flowers in his hair/fur, and a red and white hat like from "the cat in the hat". end id] [id 2: a traditional drawing of stampy cat. he is at a perspective that makes his head look very big and the rest of his body progressively smaller. he is an orange anthropomorphic cat with white markings, green eyes with large shiny pupils and long eyelashes, enchanted iron boots, and flowers in his hair/fur. end id]

i dont think i ever finished watching the series + it was ages ago so i only have vague memories (+ for whatever reason when i try to rewatch i get super nauseous?? idk why oof) but yea. they r precious 2 me

[chimeriad]

sotsu episode 14

[median-culture-is]

Median culture is not even knowing who you are half the time and just identifying as the blanket self

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[shoezuki]

STOP STOP IM CRYING

[intrepidim]

                           WHEN  — ｡ ‘✧ 28th july 1845. after stranded.                            WHERE  —  ｡ ‘✧ the vice-admiral’s cabin.                            WHO  —  ｡ ‘✧ closed to @adinfinita​

The plan, when it came to him, felt less like one’s own salvation and more like a last plunge for the foothold. Marc had seen the weather take a turn; he had seen the men’s tempers take a turn, too, and the guests’ doubts multiplying, festering. He felt himself living inside a wound that suppurates. And so       to clean excision. To sterile amends.

He sends a missive to the Captain’s Second on the same day when disaster manifested. You and I, Sir, are long due a sit down. Perhaps they are long due many things.

Now, Marcus waits at his desk, his own room gaping with the insolence of parody. Lavish, opulent, useless. As above, so below, no? As man is, so too the space around him. It’s like he sees his own part in a comedy they’ll play up at the National Theater       the Don Juan, the nameless veteran, the wolfish upstart      and the dozens they led to their deaths.

When Montgomery finally comes inside, no knocking, door cracking like skulls, they both stare at one another. The air about them feels less a skeleton inside the closet than cadaver in the morgue. Something recent; something still putrid, still inevitable with decay. It cannot be salvaged - they, the two of them, cannot be salvaged. But they can use it.

❝ I thought: rum. What do you say? Never mind brandy, never mind swanky liquors. Perhaps we finally reached a place where days of yore are the only guiding light. The only example to look up to. Piracy, corsairs, fortune soldiers. Perhaps.... yes, perhaps you and I never really rose about that. Perhaps all those lordly men were right, back in London. And perhaps: that will be just the thing to save us, for once; rather than damn us. ❞