Chuck doesn’t remember falling, but he remembers the technicians,
the guys he spent years training with in R&D, pulling him up from
his exhausted, trembling heap on the floor and whispering
play along. He’d let them lift him, hung there limp and listened to them flat-out lie to the ultra-elites who were guarding the room. He’s drained, can’t you tell? Look at him, he’s burned out enough he might as well be dead. * The techs take care of Chuck.
Motorcity, 2.8k, completely sfw. Side (cyde) fic to Chilton 2.0, written at the joint request of Splickedy and Roach.
Wanna be a part of a super cool project of mine? Read this!!
Okay so I’ve decided to start a really cool project, I’m not sure of a name yet, but it will come.
So basically I’m going to send disposable cameras to people through the mail and those people will take pictures of things that they think make them who they are or things that they think are beautiful or things that they love. Whenever they want really. And once they fill the camera, they send it back to me, I develop the film and then post the photos on a blog that I’ll make specifically for this project. I think it will be a lot of fun and something really cool to be a part of. If you’re interested message me with:
Where you live
A few things you’d like me to know about you
I was thinking of sending out 5-10 cameras to test this out and see if it could work.
*you can also email me at firstname.lastname@example.org if you don’t trust tumblr’s messaging system*
“Why do they persist? Their words claw at my eardrums until
I’m sure my mind would bleed out of the opening. I have never faltered before.
I cannot stand this. I cannot stand this doubt!”
The duskwight, Leera, #305 to some, pounded a fist on the
stone ruins in a distant corner of the Shroud. He couldn’t bring himself to
walk back to Castrum Oriens so long as his mind raced the way it did. He could
not bear to show his master, a tribune known only as sas Theius, the confusion
in his eyes. Once he had confided in his master about the words of others,
pushing his faith in Theius ever closer to an edge overhanging a black abyss.
He had been promised once before, and those promises were broken, so what makes
Theius’ promise to rid him of this filthy rank? The rank of a disposal unit.
The Colossus Project’s walking
compactors. No, he thought. He couldn’t listen to it. Theius, Father, was
There had to be something he could do. He feared the
advances #168 was making would cause the hyur to outclass him and Father would
find more favor in him. It wouldn’t be anyone’s fault but his own for being
abandoned, because he could not aspire to be good enough. He thought about what
more he could do to prove to Theius that he was worthy of the effort, and
worthy of the forth tier that the tribune promised to them. “I’ve drank
endlessly of the oceans and rivers, and my abilities with water have plateaued.
I must do something different”, he muttered while lifting his head to look up
into the northern wood. “I cannot master the other elements as Master had
wished of me, but if I focus on the two he’s blessed me with, maybe it will be
enough.” Wind, however, was an evasive element.
I have this really close friend who was always lowkey making fun of me for being so obsessed with Lexa and Alycia. I made her watch the show. And when i told her about the LGBT fans deserve better movement and the Trevor project she was just like “you guys are making this into a huge thing but it’s just tv”. You know the typical response to it from a straight person (no offense). I tried to explain it to her but i also get that she can’t quite understand if she’s never been in this situation. But i also know she’s a cool person and a 100% supportive. Anyway.
Yesterday i was reading about the Orlando shooting and i was tearing up a bit and she called me in that exact moment. So she asked me if i was crying and when i said “sort of” she asked me what happened. And i told her all about it when i went over.
So today i got the Vogue with Alycia in it. And i sent her pictures. And she was like “I’m glad it finally arrived”. And it was weird so i asked her how come she isn’t rolling her eyes at me. To which she said “well you’re excited about it so i’m happy for you”. And that’s all she had to say, for me to understand that she finally gets it. I’m so sad and so sorry that it took a tragedy. But i hope this whole thing affected a lot of people this way. I hope it opened a lot of eyes!