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i found some real serbian jams

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shidou's definitely the kind of boy who'd bite you whenever he gets the chance. he'll be lying with his head on your lap, and suddenly you'll feel him turn towards you and chomp down on your stomach or thighs. if he's sitting beside you with your hand in his, certainly expect for him to bring your arm up to his mouth at least once and gently sink his teeth in. he'll bite your shoulder if he's hugging you from behind or the fat of your cheeks as he kisses you. it's never painful because he doesn't intend for it to hurt, but that doesn't mean he won't push down hard enough until his teeth marks are visible on your skin.

03.11-2021

Misc.

- VIvera Rossi

every night i go to bed thinking about “what the fuck… how do dreams work. am i going to die” or those two fucking shadow things from andys apple farm

I bought some cool led light strips for my room and they look great! But after getting the full room perimeter I still have a 25ft roll of lights, so I want to try to make some sort of cool pattern or design above my bed. No idea what yet, though 🤔

i really feel like of all the ways to calm jinx down, especially during an episode, is to braid her hair.

sometimes ppl just wanna be called bub by iwaizumi hajime

Day 7 - Trajectory

July 13, 2953; The Cosmodrome, Old Russia, Earth

“Scout Hawk three-four-three, this is Cosmodrome Tactical, come in.”

“A little busy!” Shiro replied.  He turned off the stabilizers, tapped the left rudder petal, and gave the yoke a jerk to the left.  The jumpship yawed wildly and lost altitude.  The missile streaked by overhead.  Shiro stabilized the ship and hit the thrusters, causing them to shoot off at a vector almost perpendicular to their original one.

“That’s one gone,” Azra reported.  “Guns still have a lock, though.”

“Scout Hawk three-four-three, this is-“

“I’ve got the radio,” Azra announced, sliding on her helmet.  “Tactical, this is Scout Hawk three-four-three.  We’re under fire.”

“Affirm, Scout Hawk.  Can you tell us what’s happening?”

Shiro winced as two missiles collided with each other, peppering the Jumpship with shrapnel.  He didn’t lose hydraulics or engines, so he filed the worry away for another time.

“That excavation they’re doing must have re-activated some automatic- LEFT!  ROLL!”

Shiro rolled left, narrowly avoiding another missile strike.  Lucky the two of them were belted in- he heard some loose knickknacks crashing around in the cargo hold.

Azra spoke calmly as Shiro righted the ship and began evasive maneuvers.  “It’s automatic anti-air from the Cosmodrome wall.  We don’t have the authorization codes.  And all the people that know them are probably dead.”

“Scout Hawk, we believe the anti-air defense has been brought online for the entirety of the Cosmodrome wall.”

“Copy,” Azra fired back.  “We can’t fly too close to the perimeter, that focuses all of the guns on us.”  She grunted as Shiro pulled another high-G turn, sending a missile streaking past behind their tail.  “But we’re sitting ducks in here.”

“Others are reporting a rather tight exclusion zone,” the Tactical Support said.  “If you can get half a kilometer out you may be free of fire.”

“Half a klick away from the wall we can’t get near,” Azra said dryly.  “Copy.”

“I’ve got a plan,” Shiro announced.  “Hold on.”

“More than I already am?”

Shiro found a nice needle to thread- between a comms array and an observation tower.  That would be his target. He wove low, dodging yet another missile (didn’t these things have finite magazines?).  He turned, and noting the distance to the wall, pushed the engines to full.  The ship rapidly gained altitude and speed.  Then, when he’d judged the timing to be right, he angled the nose even further upwards and pulled back on the throttle.

“Stall,” Pace reported.  Warning lights were flashing in the cockpit.  Shiro prayed none of them were hydraulic warnings- the attitude readouts kept his whole attention.  The rumble of the main engines cut off, leaving an odd gap in the auditory landscape.

The ship flipped once, almost lazily.  Twice.  There was a mad clatter from his cargo hold.  Shiro feathered the retro boosters, trying to keep them from tumbling.  The ground soared by below.  Finally, he managed to angle the ship into a stable glide.

The engines had coughed themselves into silence, but since the ship was still in drive, the Golden-Age cooling system was still working.  After a few seconds, the engines were cold enough to confuse the heat-seeking missiles.  They passed over the wall unchallenged.

But the yellow-brown blur of dead grass and rusted cars was becoming more and more distinguishable with each passing second.  Shiro gripped the yoke tightly and worked his jaw, counting seconds.

They did not reach half a klick before Shiro could make out the individual wrecks.  It’d have to be close enough.  He hit the main engine start button once, twice, then the engines roared to life.  The afterburner engaged with a ship-shaking roar.  Shiro’s internal sensors read 8.3 G as the craft rapidly accelerated and pulled up.

One lonesome missile streaked towards them, which Shiro dodged with a graceful barrel roll and a right turn.

“Cosmodrome Tactical, this is Scout Hawk three four three,” Azra reported on the feed (sounding a bit queasy), “we are clear.  Please advise when it is safe to approach Cosmodrome wall.”

“Nice flying,” the controller on the other end of the line reported.  “Wilco.  Cosmodrome Tactical out.”

Azra leaned forward (as much as her harness allowed) and groaned. 

“Hey,” Shiro warned.  “Don’t puke in my ship.”

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AO3 Linky

I wish that every human life might be pure transparent freedom.

hmm...

Is anyone jealous that I know what @markresonates sounds like? 

Sleepy little eagle

feeling very normal about this one

Even if FLO won’t load past the character creation screen i still got a shock of nostalgia just hearing the music and sound effects, the updated character creation was fun too.

some art from zao dao's cuisine chinoise (translation of their comic) that i thought was so beautiful... obsessed with their art style in general