I see a little silhouetto of a man
ScaraMOUCHE scaraMOUCHE
Will you do the fandango?
THUNDERBOLTS AND LIGHTNING
VERY VERY FRIGHTENING
Me!
Galileo,Galileo
Galileo,Galileo
Galileo, Figaro
magnificooooooooooo~
(Source: metallikato, via arekrap)
(on the LAM)openly trans-man manager of a "not-really-sex-toy-store" in frisco, texas. digital artist. webdesigner. author. gamer. geek. fanboy. sarcastic. stubborn. singer of random songs at inappropriate times. internet lurker. arcade whore. easily amused. loud. online roleplayer. tabletop roleplayer. cosplayer. con-goer. irish. italian. black sheep. physical. emotional. resourceful. mental. temperamental. punk. completely in lust with the colt 1911a1. can't decide on a steady hair color. can totally admit a candy addiction. would love to move out-of-country. could live without the state of texas. couldn't survive without hot tea. could eat sushi every single day. just plain me. happily committed to deofthedead. livestream: art and other absurdities. |
I see a little silhouetto of a man
ScaraMOUCHE scaraMOUCHE
Will you do the fandango?
THUNDERBOLTS AND LIGHTNING
VERY VERY FRIGHTENING
Me!
Galileo,Galileo
Galileo,Galileo
Galileo, Figaro
magnificooooooooooo~
(Source: metallikato, via arekrap)
Another tooth broken. Down to the nerve this time. Marvelous.
I really need to look into the possibilities of if psoriasis can affect teeth. I mean, apparently it can cause the arthritis in my knees and the degenerative cartilage in my wrists, the horrific state of my feet, and the lesions on my scalp all…why not destroy my entire mouth before the time I am thirty? Sounds like a plan.
Anyone in north Texas know a dentist who will even bother to see me without insurance? The last one I was going to closed, you see - went under - and with them took all of my records, huzzah. Not that I’ll be able to shell out the $6k I need for the now-three emergency root canals, BUT HEY it’s always nice to have options.
Fuck me. Don’t know how I’m expected to sleep between my fried nerves and all the pain…
ffffsk I forgot how hardcore I wanted to cosplay Richter. Fuck.
(Source: fate-anotherwar, via bindusara)
Someone tell me where to get $600 literally overnight.
I don’t care if I have to sell you my TV, my Xbox, or even my fucking laptop.
But shit just happened and getting the keys to my new apartment tomorrow depends on it.
Everything about this can just go die in a fire.
- dont
(via valhallalagoon)
All right, bitches, we’re going to finish coloring this kitsune if it takes me all damn night.
TES soundtracks until I get tired of them. :B
Any Irish guys?
Second generation Irish/Italian. From Chicago, even.
Yeaaaaaaah, I get a lot of mob-family jokes. :<
Yeah, I hardly reblog anything (WHAT SORT OF TUMBLR USER AM I ANYWAY GEEZ) but this was just too magical to pass up. :B
(Source: queenofsquee, via valhallalagoon)
Perhaps it wouldn’t have been so bad if there was anything to look at other than the destruction. Cracked rubble grit into blistering sands, ceramic and circuitry spattered across the landscape, harsh sunlight reflecting off of shattered glass and rent metal. He lifted one hand to shield his optics, wincing slightly - he would have figured that reentry had allowed enough time for his systems to readjust, but what did he know.
It was over, for now. Only for now. It was never -really- over. He might silently hope so, but he knew better than to hope for something so foolish. There wasn’t even proper time to relax, to try and remember how to un-tense his servos and unclench his fists. No, now what they needed to focus on wasn’t relief, but finishing the Jakob Project. The sooner the elevator was finished, then the sooner the Humans could migrate, and the sooner he’d be able to, at least, not have to worry about just how many of -their- lives had been forfeit this round. Somehow…it was easier to parse when it was just silicone flesh and metal skeletons. Synthblood and joint lubricant had never mastered that same acrid smell.
He shook his head, flicked a stray hair from over one shoulderguard. His thoughts were running away on him again, he realized; he’d halted, silent, on the last stable bit of landing pad for the elevator before an open expanse of desert flanked on both sides with shrapnel. The horizon blossomed behind the wreckage into a distorted mirage of smoke and sea and sky dappled with glowing lights and fizzled fuses, a surreal backdrop against the mechaniloid bird circling lazily overhead, obliviously scavenging for spark plugs or the ilk.
“You were right, Iris.” Half of his mouth curved into a smile; it was as bittersweet as his murmured words. “Looks like there ended up being a world just for Reploids, after all.”
“Did you say something?” X called, lagging a good fifty feet behind at the elevator’s entrance for the added weight of the unconscious redhead draped limply across his arms. “I couldn’t quite make it out.”
“Get your sensors checked, buddy. You’re hearing things,” Zero shot back, crossing his arms behind his neck.