no tail lights

[title]: [art collab] Owen Cerulean vs Error!sans
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hey there everyone! i did my first ever art collab with a friend named @1allicia it’s my persona with his fire tail and his lighting tail out fighting against error!sans! hope you all like this! please reblog and fave!~~~

The Teacher

posted by reddit user prolix_verbosity

Mr Lane was our Math teacher in high school. He didn’t stand out in any way, and his lessons weren’t particularly interesting. He was just—always there. Always there in his usual button-down shirt and pants, earnest in his hope to interest us in algebra and isosceles triangles and whatnot. Seldom was he successful though.

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twilight sunshine, tonight you’re mine.
i know you’re leaving soon. maybe i am too.
i’ll pretend i’m fine.

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#LastYoungRenegade past references | PSNDDF

Put Up Or Shut Up - The striped background.
So Wrong, It’s Right - The birds.
Nothing Personal - The skeleton.
Dirty Work - The bottle being popped open.
Don’t Panic - The monsters.
Future Hearts - ‘Driving in a car with broken tail-lights’ + Back To The Future Hearts Tour poster

"LUCE"

I was transleting some random stuff on google and I released that “luce” means ‘light’ in italien and… im just…. omg… guys. I can’t believe.. all this time… he called her as light and… I DIDNT KNEW THAT. now my life is complete.

Originally posted by artlstheweapon

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Arp 81, a strongly distorted pair of galaxies, is seen about 100 million years after their close encounter. The havoc wreaked by their collision is detailed in their twisted streams of gas and dust, a chaos of massive star formation, and a tidal tail stretching for 200,000 light years

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If you were not prepared to be put into compromising positions, you shouldn’t have been a police officer.

If you couldn’t see a black teenager in a hoodie without killing him, you shouldn’t have been a police officer.

If you couldn’t handle a black teenager refusing to come to your office without body slamming her into the ground and then dragging her, you shouldn’t have been a police officer.

If you couldn’t stop from shooting at a young black man who was accused of robbing a convenience store (which he didn’t), you shouldn’t have been a police officer.

If you couldn’t contain the situation without shooting when a black mans tail light was out and you felt threatened after you pulled him over, you shouldn’t have been a police officer.

No more excuses.

Punk (Chap. 11)

Originally posted by coporolight

Summary: You’re head over heels for your best friend Bucky and hate the nickname he gave you as it doesn’t exactly scream romance.

Word count: ~2500

Warnings: Language, mission/war related violence and gore, shooting, battle related injuries/casualties/mayhem

A/N:  My sincere apologies for how long this has taken.  I’ve been dealing with some personal things and, quite frankly, it took away all desire to write.  I hope you like this chapter, the photo with the shield later on in the story is actually the inspiration for the entire series.  So you can get inspiration from anywhere :)  I want to thank everyone who stuck around waiting and who has been so helpful and kind to me.  Also, I’m very excited to continue writing more chapters!  Thank you for your continued patience.

As always, feedback is always appreciated.  Please let me know how the ‘action’ plays out as I am always looking for ways to improve my storytelling.  Thanks!



Your face fell in horror, but you seemed to be the only one moving, the rest of the world seemed to be stuck in some sort of time lapse.  Bucky was still just crouching there, holding the boy, with that stupid, beautiful smile still plastered to his face, not yet seeing the danger, not yet registering your alarm.

No no no no no no NO!  Your mind was screaming the words as you tore your gaze away from the scene.  The man was getting closer.  NO!

You bolted forward, shoving the woman into the alley screaming for Bucky to run, ripping your vocal chords in the process. Your legs felt like they were trudging through molasses, like some force was pulling you back, weighing you down. And each step on the pavement felt like an elephant stomp making the ground shake.  But it was as if you weren’t moving any closer.  But you had to.  You had to.   Because what was about to happen could. not. happen.

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