/Alrighty guys. I am up waaaay past my bedtime. >.<’ Thanks for the asks! It makes me happy to see those pop up. Please keep those coming during the rest of the week. I’ll probably be pretty dead starting Saturday as I must study for finals. Everything will be back to normal on 3 May!\

Anonymous asked: For the mun, what are little things (more like actions I guess) that you really like?

/Hmm. I love waking up to the smell of coffee. My daddy does it for meeeee. I don’t really drink the stuff (unless it’s diluted with sugars and syrups), but I can’t get over that smell. I’d live above a coffee shop if I could. I also really like sitting in a field or a park (think new urbanism) and having a “jam sesh.” Call it the hippie in me, but two of my friends bring their guitars and we sit around in a circle and sing songs and have an all around good time. I’m looking forward to that happening over the summer.\

Anonymous asked: How many tatoos do you have and what are some of them?

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"I have five main pieces mostly on my upper left arm. I was in the process of forming a half sleeve but was… deterred by unforeseen complications. The oldest one is Uhuru written on my collar bone. It means freedom in Swahili, which at the time I chose specifically because I thought Doctor Stewart wouldn’t understand it. I didn’t think she could read Swahili. Apparently I was wrong and there’s a scar running through it to prove that… The next to follow was a lengthy process. A black bird, the first song I learned to play on the guitar like everybody else, above the second ‘u’ with a chain that wraps around my torso is tethered to a SS skull. Not because I’m a fucking Nazi or whatever, but my captors worship them and have molded me after the SS guards. I bring death and fear wherever I go. As for the rest, I trust their meaning is more evident.”

Anonymous asked: Wait. How did you steal your bike from DARPA?

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"It was fucking unreal. I heard about a motorcycle prototype in development before I left for Kadic. I requested to do test rides and shit—I mean, the whole point of it was to fully integrate mechanical technology for a… safer… driving experience. Who better to test it on? They used it as motivation to get the mission over with. Gotta say, it fucking worked. At the beginning anyway. 

"Regardless… I still wanted the damn thing. DARPA and most research based government operations don’t conduct their own research. They fund projects which are turned over to smaller labs to handle. Such was the case with the bike. Yumi had a day off and she decided to come with me on a bit of an exploratory adventure. I guess she wanted to see what it is I do when I disappear. We wound up in the industrial part of the state. Nothing too grand—she only had that one day. I recognized military transport—they’re not as inconspicuous as they would like to think—and started to freak out. We hid behind Washington Penn Plastic Co… Bad planing on our part because that’s where the truck was going. The cargo was obvious from the tarp and I jumped. I knew it was my bike. I just fucking did. So I… I kinda bolted. Even if it wasn’t, I wanted it. I wanted to take something from that fucking company. Yumi was screaming at me the whole time. She stayed put while I kinda obliterated most DARPA transport crew. They chased us for an hour, but those assholes couldn’t keep up. Sure, it might have jeopardized our stability in Seattle, but it was so fucking worth it. Pretty sure Yumi still hates me for it.”

Not like they didn’t know where we were anyway.  

Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.

The Little Prince (via 0oreos)

nuclearharvest:

Reading for Male and Female Corpses by Araya Rasdjarmrearnsook 1998

nuclearharvest:

Reading for Male and Female Corpses by Araya Rasdjarmrearnsook 1998

/Eeey so finals are a thing. I’m not entirely sure how productive I’ll be with replies or drabbles right now. Keep sending in asks. They really help keep William active (read: off my back) and are fun for me as well. Two weeks until summer vacation… Holy poo.\

lyokowarrioryumiishiyama:

linecrossed:

At her comments, William stopped caressing her hand, letting it fall limply in his own instead. A frown soured his expression. Despite her voice sounding more like a squeak than her usual tone, he thought the sarcastic banter was at least having a small effect. “I still can if you’re missing it so greatly.” Though he was teasing, he waited a full minute, spending it giving her a contemptuous look, before answering her second question. 

"No." Simple. Direct with no explanation. Quickly the smirk returned to his face. He couldn’t be angry with her. He couldn’t even pretend to be. Being distant was the last thing on his mind. "Is that better babe?"

"No no that’s alright," she said, another little smile playing on her face. Her body relaxed a bit, her mind being pulled away from the day’s memories. They weren’t gone but William’s presence overpowered them. And for that she was grateful. "I rather like being able to ask all the questions I want without you bitching at me."

The look caught her off guard for a moment and her smiled faltered for just a moment but it returned when William’s smirk came back. He was only kidding around. That was good. Of course he would. That’s what he was going to do.

"So not alive but not man-made." Yumi thought, her mind moving through thousands of different possibilities. And thinking about each one of them distracted her farther. Enough that she pulled William closer to her. At least she tried. "Okay then. A mineral?"

The minuscule tug on his hand caused the boy’s eyes to light up. He’d been itching to get closer to her since they’d started the little game. Before. His fingers laced with hers and his grip tightened. Any indication that she was even slightly better elated him. He rested his chin into the pillow barricade, eyes traveling the change in the shadows cast upon her face.

William thought for a moment before giving an answer. “I guess so? If you were to ask Jeremie, I think he’d say yes, but you don’t really think of it as a mineral. Eighteen.”

brucesterling:

youranonnews:

New Banksy art showing government agents spying on a phone box appears on side of Cheltenham house near to GCHQ.

*He’s the best there is in that line of, uh, work

brucesterling:

youranonnews:

New Banksy art showing government agents spying on a phone box appears on side of Cheltenham house near to GCHQ.

*He’s the best there is in that line of, uh, work

Anonymous asked: That gif is hypnotic. And sexy. God I could watch that hair flip all day.

/… I guess? It is and it isn’t. Go watch the movie then come talk to me.\