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[posthumanwanderings]

What’s Shenmue? (AM2 / Sega - Dreamcast - 1999)

[lost-sheep]

Close your eyes, dry your tears 'Cause when nothing seems clear You'll be safe here From the sheer weight Of your doubts and fears [Your] weary heart, you'll be safe here

[punkrockinchairs]

guy next to me at the bar explaining extremely basic website design to a woman far too sexy for him. i hate straight people

[mxriviera]

POV: Roxie gets caught mid shift stealing money from the money factory (i got the cashbot crusher outfit but i downloaded a cool suit cc for them so i like to do cfo's and mints in the little outfit i made!)

i mean CMON its so cute. Click >>Here<< for the Custom Content Pack i found on twitter. (didnt make it! the person who did is hella cool and talented though)

[mastersoftheair]

from bobby johnson's instagram

[rongzhi]

Because I didn’t say it before, happy pride!

And never forget that tumblr is a hotbed for transmisogyny and terf radicalisation so fact checking is good for you

[shiro-hatzuki]

when yura

[polar-equinoxx]

!!❄️!! AO3 Link !!❄️!!

1724 words

Haha! Tis here! Please enjoy reading, and I will probably be posting the rest of the chapters I have written over the next week :DD

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Returning To You, Chapter I

third person

He’d done it, he’d done it; they’d all done it and Maverick felt utterly ecstatic. He’d come so far from when he’d first been up in the air since Goose’s death. No it wasn’t the same flying with someone else, and Maverick doubted that it would feel the same again, but he wasn’t about to give up right there and then.

“You!” One voice sounded out louder than everyone else’s cheering on deck.

Maverick turns to see Iceman Kazansky looking straight at him.

“You are still dangerous,” he continues as Maverick takes off his aviator sunglasses.

Is that a good thing? Maverick asks himself. It might be, but since Ice is saying it, he won’t keep his hopes up, just in case. And just as he’s about to reply with a cocky statement, Iceman jumps in again.

“You can be my wingman any time,” Ice says, starting with a small smile that turns into one full of sunshine.

Wingman?! Ice’s wingman?

“Bullshit, you can be mine,” Maverick replies, catching on to Ice’s smile like it was infectious.

Neither of them know who initiates the hug, but suddenly Maverick has wrapped his arms around him, and Ice does the same. It was surprisingly warm in his hug, so warm, despite the wind around them. Maverick almost didn’t want to let go, even more so now that he feels his heels lift ever so slightly off the ground. For some reason, the thought of Ice picking him up increases his pulse by about ten times.

But all too soon, they let go, and are left staring, and with loss of a better word, heart-eyed at each other; servants to the electricity that was fired up around them. Oh it felt crazy, it felt new and hopeful. They found themselves falling, so hard and fast, and for a few seconds, there was no-one but them in the entire world.

Then someone, Hollywood to be exact, whoops loudly in Maverick’s ear and catches him in a friendly headlock; then everybody was back. Maverick looks at Hollywood and joins in the cheering, but not before he catches Ice’s eyes.

I need to talk to you, his eyes say.

And as he steps past him to Slider, “Twenty one hundred, outside the mess hall,” he hisses in Maverick’s ear.

He looks after him, confused, but he’s dragged away by Hollywood and Wolfman to continue to celebrate.

~~~

Maverick was stood outside the mess hall leaning on the railing at ten to nine. Why so late?

He’d been thinking about it for the whole day. Why did Ice want to talk to him? Why did Ice want to talk to him this late in the evening? It was confusing to say the least.

“You came,”

Maverick turns around from the railing. “You called,”

Iceman joins him in leaning on the railing next to him. “You doing okay?”

“Yeah,” Maverick says brightly.

“Mav, you know I can tell when you’re not, right?”

Maverick sighs, unsure how to react to the blond calling him out. “Thought I was doing a pretty good job of convincing everyone,”

“I said I knew,” Ice replies, turning his head to look at him.

“Yeah. Well,”

“..so?” Ice says after a moment.

“So what?”

“So.. are you okay, really?”

Maverick looks back at the darkening sea below them and sighs again.

“Mav,”

“I don’t know,”

“How did you find today?”

“It was alright,” he pauses. “How did you find it?”

“Alright aswell,” Ice replies.

“What did you want to talk to me about?”

“Nothing in particular,” Iceman shrugs.

“Huh, okay,” Maverick pauses for a moment. “What do you, uh, suggest we talk about then?”

Ice inhales as if he was about to say something, but lets the breath go.

“What?”

“Nothing,”

“Ice,” Maverick presses, sidestepping closer to him. “What,”

Ice looks at him from the corner of his eye. “… I wasn’t gonna say anything,”

“Yes you were?”

“I wasn’t, Mav,”

Maverick frowns up at him. “Fine. But I think you were,”

Ice says nothing.

“Sorry for… making it so tense,”

“.. I was going to say something,”

“See? I knew it,”

“Yeah..”

Maverick gives him a second.

“...You really wanna be my wingman?”

“I thought we went over this earlier, you were gonna be mine,”

“Mav I’m serious,”

“So am I,”

This statement stumps Ice. “...Is that a yes?”

Maverick smiles, nudging Ice’s shoulder, electricity sparking from the touch. “Yes, of course it is,”

Ice smiles.

“Why did you ask me that? If I wanted to be your wingman,”

“Uhh…” Truthfully, Ice didn’t want to stop being with Maverick after they’d all graduated. He’d grown too close to him, in some sense, even though they’d hardly spoken to each other unless it was to exchange a rivalry-laced remark. But he couldn’t say that, at least not quite yet. “I don’t know,”

“I mean, we hardly know each other,” Maverick says, continuing to look at Ice.

“True,” he replies.

“So... um, hi,” Maverick says awkwardly, holding out his hand. “I’m Pete Mitchell,”

“Hi,” Ice says, a little smile turning up the corners of his mouth, reaching out to shake Maverick’s outstretched hand. “Tom Kazansky, aka your wingman,”

“Pleased to meet you,” he says, unable to stop smiling.

“Pleased to meet you too,” Ice replies, tilting his head to the side ever so slightly.

Ice’s eyes almost burn into Maverick’s, so he breaks the eye-contact, looking down only to discover that he was still holding Ice’s hand, and an unexplainable flush appears on his cheeks as he wiggles his hand out of Ice’s.

Ice smiles too, looking at the sea that was turning slowly black as the sun had set.

“Uhh, what’s your favourite colour?” Maverick asks.

“What?”

“What? I wanna know,”

Ice sighs. “Guess,”

“Uhhh… blue?”

“Not really,”

“Not really? Okay, what about purple? Or turquoise?”

Ice could feel his heart start to melt. “No,”

“… Green? No, no wait…” he narrows his eyes in thought.

“Want me to tell you?” Ice asks.

“No! I know it, I know it,”

“No you don’t..”

“I do! Its definitely indigo!”

“No it’s not!” Ice laughs.

“What?! I was sure that was it…”

“Red,”

“Red? Really?”

“Yeah,” Ice nods, still smiling at Maverick’s many attempts at guessing.

“You said it was close to blue!”

“I said blue was almost my favourite,”

Maverick sighs dramatically. “Well then, you’ll never guess mine,”

“It’s yellow isn’t it,”

He stares at Ice open mouthed. “What?! How- How did you- I thought that was gonna take you forever to figure out!”

Ice laughs. “You’re obviously a yellow person Mav, how was I supposed to not get it?”

“Ohh come on, you knew what it was that before,”

“I did not!” Ice protests. “How would I have known?”

“I don’t know,” he says, shrugging but still smiling.

~~~

Maverick wakes up shivering in the middle of the night. He had had a dream, but he can’t remember what it was about. Only that it chilled him right down to the bone.

He’d left Ice reading in the room that had a couple of sofas inside it an hour ago according to his watch, that now said it was thirty five past one; and he wondered if he was still there. He might be. Maverick hoped he was. So, he makes a decision to go and walk back down there, he wanted to be near someone, he felt so empty a lot of the time, but especially now, and he was cold, so that kind of made it worse.

Quietly, Maverick pushes open the door that was half closed, as he’d left it. The floor creaks slightly as he steps into the room, and it immediately feels so much warmer than anywhere else. Ice is still sitting in the corner of one of the sofas, and he looks up, having heard the floor creak.

Without saying a single word, Maverick curls up next to him.

“Mav?” Ice asks him. “You okay?”

He somehow manages to shrug and shiver at the same time, but he doesn’t reply, thinking the excuse of ‘being cold’ wouldn’t make it, and the one of ‘having a dream’ too childish to say to someone you’ve only just become friends with.

“Maverick?” Ice asks again as he adjusts his arm around his shoulders.

The smaller pilot pushes himself closer to the other, the ability to form a sentence gone.

“Cold?”

He nods, shivers running down his back.

Ice smiles. “Why didn’t you say so?”

“I don’t know..” he says, gazing at the page Ice had been reading from in front of him.

“Well then, come here,” Ice says quietly as he wraps his arms around him, and just the feeling of him around him warms Maverick from the inside. Never had he thought that his ice cold rival could give such hugs that made it feel like his bones were melting.

“Your hugs are so warm,” he says quietly.

“You’ve only had two of them,” Ice replies, smiling.

Maverick sniffs. “Still,”

“Are you just cold or is something else bothering you too?”

“Just cold,” he lies. He didn’t have the courage to tell him about the hazy dream.

“Well it is getting pretty cold out lately, so I guess that’s fair enough,” Ice muses.

“Mhm,” Maverick mumbles agreement.

The next day the carrier docks in the late afternoon, and everyone says their goodbyes, since they were all leaving each other to go back to their squadrons. Hollywood and Wolfman go out earlier than everyone else, and they all know that they were celebrating by themselves. Maverick apologises to Sundown again about his angry attitude when they flew together the first time he’d been up in the air after Goose. Sundown takes his apology and says don’t worry about it again, so at least that clears up the tension.

Maverick hangs back a little after everyone leaves to speak to Viper about where he was going to go next, but Viper said he’d already contacted his VF-142 squadron that he’d be going wherever he wanted to go, and that didn’t necessarily mean returning to it. He’s thankful for that, and once he discovers Ice and Slider are going to a squadron nearby TOPGUN anyway, he decides on the spot to join them.

He didn’t want to leave the person he could call a friend this early.

[posthumanwanderings]

Sonic Adventure 2 (Sonic Team / Sega - Dreamcast - 2001)

[homiebromantic]

Hellooo everyone in the US im linking a petition to stop the dakota access pipeline here . please take a few minutes to sign it and share it! the comment period ends on the 13th of December [in two days as of me writing this!!] and is very nearly to their comment goal. it does look like you need a US address to do so so if you arent in the US please just share it [: thank youu

[silverislander]

someone had to teach vi how to get her anger out.

[nopeferatu]

Good evening Nickie!

Been a MASSIVE fan of your art for since EVER. Not to confuse music preference with stellar fashion but you seem the cowboy enthusiast; any country music recommendations for beginners? 🤠

Awww, thank you so much omg!! 🥺💗 and I actually really love country music!

A lot of it depends on the sound you're looking for, cause there's like at least 50 sub-genres that fall under the country label, and some of them were more popular during certain periods than others

Personally, I prefer a lot of the sounds that were popular in older (Pre-2001) country, so some of my favorite artists from the 40's-60's are:

Hank Williams

Johnny Western

Patsy Cline

Don Gibson

Kitty Wells

Marty Robbins

Eddy Arnold

Tammy Wynette

Willie Nelson

Moving into the 70's, country kind of starts to change a bit from that old traditional folksy-country sound into something that has a few more contemporary rock and even pop influences, so some of my favorite artists from the 70's-80's are:

Merle Haggard

Linda Ronstadt (also check out this song too)

Buck Owens

Dolly Parton

Gary Stewart

Glen Campbell (also check out this and this song, bc these are all tied for my faves of his lol)

Terri Gibbs

Johnny Lee

George Strait

Shenandoah

And then heading into the 90's, some of my faves are:

Suzy Bogguss

Brooks & Dunn (this one too)

Then there's a few modern country/americana acts that I REALLY love. These are the ones I've found to have a lot of reverence for the roots of the genre, so their sound is a little older than most contemporary country acts:

Charley Crockett

Yola

Logan Ledger

Pokey LaFarge

Sierra Ferrell

The Cactus Blossoms

Bella White

The Steeldrivers

Chris Stapleton

And last but certainly not least is the gateway drug of a man who got me into country music at all, Johnny Cash. I've been listening to him since I was in middle school, back when I used to say that I loathed everything about country music except for him. Johnny Cash just has a way of breaking genre barriers for people, even tho his sound was and for the most part always had been very traditionally old school country. He gets his own section cause there's way too many good songs that I implore you check out, including (but certainly not limited to):

I Got Stripes

Cocaine Blues

I Still Miss Someone

Jackson

Cry, Cry, Cry

Ring of Fire

It Ain't Me, Babe

Sunday Morning Coming Down

Song of the Patriot (not a patriotic person but this is one of my Alfred playlist songs lol)

Goodbye, Little Darlin'

ANYWAYS I hope I didn't overwhelm you! I just really love country music and I think it gets such a bad rap, so I go a little crazy the few times that people show interest in exploring the genre a little more, lol.

[sailermoon]

been reading the most depressing wiki articles about historical events for the last 30 minutes i don’t feel so good scoob

[full-pockets]

Look how nice & spaced out this is when I edit and use the enter key. Cohesive.

Then it turns to this smushed garbage

No distinction between subjects! Messy! Clumped together! No likey!