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Heckler & Koch MP5K Briefcase Gun (1976)

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flirting with a tumblr girl is like ohh yeah girl your beauty is so. morguelike and your uh tendencies vampiric. cannibalistic even. well im not really sure about murder suicide yet but a dinner at cracker barrel sounds nice

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Variety Of Selected Street Style From Japan’s Harajuku District (1996-1999) Scanned By: @zerocoolarchive

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beckett drabble set prior to the start of our beam saber campaign. original writing by me.

Everything fit snugly in the travel bag. The sum of his life, what was left of it anyway, neatly arranged to perfectly fill the 10” by 20” space. If only everything else could work out so simply. It wasn’t even particularly heavy when he picked it up and slung it over his shoulder.

A figure shifted in the dimly lit living room. His friend, and roommate of a sort for the better part of a month, turned her head to look at him. A cigarette hung out of her mouth, and the way she was poised made the whole scene look like it had jumped out of some vintage fashion and lifestyle magazine. Even her tacky flourescent orange fur-trimmed robe and clashing hot pink satin bonnet looked elegant. “What’s up, Becky? Going somewhere?” Her voice was still gravelly with drowsiness when she spoke.

“Well, I’m heading off. Flight leaves in a few hours…”

“Oh, that’s today? Shit…” She stubbed out her cigarette directly on the glass top of the coffee table (something she did quite frequently as evidenced by the several smudges of ash streaking its surface) and shuffled over to him. “I’m soooo sorry. I was certain you said next week. I wouldn’t have agreed to do that stupid brunch if I knew this was gonna the last time I saw you!” She wrapped her arms around him, drawing him into a tight embrace. Her chin rested on the top of his head. After a few long moments, he gently pulled away. “It’s alright,” he assured her. “I’d prefer to not make a big deal of it anyway.” He walked over to the couch and sat down, dropping his bag at his feet. Then he patted the seat next to him. “I don’t have to leave right this moment. I just thought it’d be easier…”

“Easier to sneak out on me before the crack of dawn like some lousy one night stand?”

“That’s not fair, I’ve definitely been here for at least a couple of weeks.” He sighed and put his head in his hands. “I just don’t want to wear out my welcome. And I need to move on. Turning over a new leaf, you know?”

Eden clicked her tongue. “Yeah, but turning over a new leaf is supposed to be a good thing. This…” she gestured vaguely at his bag, at him, his general patheticness. “This isn’t you, y’know? There’s plenty of oth-“

“I really don’t want to have this discussion again. It doesn’t matter anyway. My life ended years ago, so who cares what happens to me.”

There was an uncomfortably long, awkward silence. Beckett was running through all the things he had said, and all the things he hadn’t, and couldn’t say ever since that day seven years ago when his life had been shattered to pieces. There was no way in hell he was ever going to get it back, so it didn’t matter even a little bit what he did with it moving forward.

He glanced at Eden. She sat with her lips pressed tightly together and her eyes focused with vicious intensity on one of the smudges on the table. Whatever vitriolic thing she was so staunchly holding back, he wished she would just let him have it.

It was Eden who eventually broke their silence.

“I’m sorry.” Her voice was steady and serious. She turned to look at him, but he found it difficult to meet her gaze. “I wish I was able to do more for you, but I don’t even really have any idea of what you’re going through. And I know I’ve been insensitive about it. And maybe that’s why you feel like you have to do this, or maybe you’re just punishing yourself.” She paused, and very daintily patted away a tear that had snuck loose. “I’m sorry for how I acted while it was all going on. Talking about you like that. It probably didn’t help.”

“It’s fine. I don’t think you could’ve said anything that would help, either. For what it’s worth, they were quite determined to lock me up. Besides, you dropped it pretty quickly.”

“I only dropped it because no one cared.”

“Well, it’s water under the bridge anyway. You’re the only one who’s been there for me ever since I got out. And I’ve been too, I don’t know, to thank you properly. So thanks.” He smiled at her, and she smiled back. Jumping right back into the real world certainly had been a struggle, and he had no one to turn to. But Eden was always there for him, even when things were rough between them.

“Are you sure you want to go?” she asked him. “I don’t mind you staying with me, you know.”

“Hell no I don’t wanna go. But it’s too late now, I’ve already signed up and I don’t want to add deserter to my criminal record.”

Eden laughed. “I’m sure you’ll find something to flesh out your resume. Maybe you could hijack a bus or something. It’d be a step up, show people that you’re motivated to grow.”

Beckett snorted. “I’m sure I’ll find something. It’s not exactly honorable work. But it’s simple. All I have to do is stand around in a stupid outfit and do what someone tells me.”

“Becky you’ve never been good at that.”

“Ye of little faith. But really, this is like the only option I have. Hopefully I’ll just get stationed in the middle of nowhere and forgotten about. And once I can retire I can live in complete anonymity and never again do anything that will ruffle even a single feather.” He checked his watch, and noted that it really was time for him to leave. He stood up and grabbed his bag. It felt a bit heavier now. “Okay, I’m heading out for real this time. I’ll let you know when I land. If they let me, anyway.”

They exchanged goodbyes at the door, and Eden kissed him on each cheek. She waved as he walked down the driveway. There was a bus waiting to pick him up. It was already partially full with other recruits. He noticed most of them were younger. He stashed his bag under his seat and hunkered down as the brakes hissed and the bus pulled away from the curb. He took one last look at the atrocious modern art sculptures in Eden’s yard. As dawn broke, sunlight glinted sharply off of their chrome finishing.

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Glimmer, the Seventh Apparition by Gustav Arantes

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Andy Goldsworthy: Woody Creek, Colorado (2006)

Curved sticks laid around a river boulder. Took longer to find the sticks than to make the work.

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I hate driving because you have to do everything perfectly as fast as possible or everyone around you will announce their displeasure with airhorns

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荒木経惟月刊。さとう珠緒 (2004)

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William Mason Brown (1828-1898) "Raspberries in a Wooded Landscape" Oil on canvas Located in the Crystal Bridges Museum of American Art, Bentonville, Arkansas