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[fruitiermetrostation]

HTC P6300 Panda

[hexeosis]

been working with HTC Viverse to make an interactive immersive art experience called PLATONIC FREQUENCY... it’s part video game, part psychedelic geometry playground and part trippy art experience! here’s an early look behind the scenes :D coming soon

[satisfyingshark]

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　htc tytn ii

[57-dayo]

VIRTUAL EUPHORIA

[sidlarsson]

New update (7/21) of Heavier The Crown by Sid Larsson [Rated Explicit - 145k words WIP - Dark AU Jily fic]

“I missed you.” James’ lip twitched. “Really?” “Really.” “You mean this?” He always pressed the point. As though he never believed it, wanted her confirmation again and again. It was something about James that Lily didn't anticipate and yet seemed at the core of who he was. He wanted her. He wanted her to want him in the way he always had. “I’m almost done," Lily said. Sometimes, these moments didn't feel real. “They’re basically finished... just twenty minutes to set.” “I’ll wait for you.” “You don’t mind?” James nodded, he was still holding onto her.   “I’ll wait as long as you want.”

[Start of Prologues] [New Chapter]

[cloudvisualspew07x]

[eastgaysian]

girl who thinks she might have done something terrible x girl who thinks she might have gotten away with it

[2trilldaniel]

[archives-of-genevieve]

InStyle Magazine | March 2011

Pages 37-56

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[fruitiermetrostation]

HTC P3300 "Artemis" (2006)

[corvettesupercars]

[imgs-of-old]

IMAGE_014 from July 2007

[erice549]

throwback of the day

sci-fi + action-adventure commercials showcasing a phone line that traded beauty for power. this one's for the edgy folks.

[foxyou-too]

HTC 10 Wallpapers Leak

[ebullientheart]

sidetrack. aaron hotchner x reader

content — hurt comfort. swearing. mention of hotch’s divorce. gn!reader. short fic. established relationship.

aaron doesn’t want to make the same mistake twice. or sidetrack, by catfish and the bottlemen.

aaron hotchner was an fbi agent. to achieve that, he, like all, had to pass his physical fitness test to go into the field. but he was seriously wondering how effective that was, because as he dived off the bau’s jet and let his feet carry him over the wind to his car, the breath was knocked entirely from his body.

his satnav insisted the bridge was the quickest route home, but it felt longer in the silence. he couldn’t bring himself to slow down and switch on the radio. not when he’d woken to such a simple message from you — “give jack a kiss.” he knew, rationally, that you were just kidding, referring to a photo of jack puckering up to the camera before going to bed. but it set off haley’s last words before she left, and they were knocking at his temples like hammers. you had to be there when he got home. you had to.

aaron turned off home when he was at work, or at least he tried to. sometimes he thought about you telling him that he was everything you wanted. but he strove to keep his mind focused. if he didn’t, all he could think about was losing the life you had together, and that was unacceptable. he never wanted to feel the backlash of you turning from him. he never wanted to feel that way again.

had he been too caught up in work again? he struggled to remember.

everytime he apologised, you’d look at him with this endless patience that he felt undeserving of. he felt too responsible for it all. you promised you’d wait for him. would you wait for him?

the satnav beeped that this was the quickest route. he wasn’t convinced.

at a red light, he rested his head on the steering wheel for a few moments. he’d been short with you the night prior, when you rang to say goodnight, all loving and affectionate, and he’d had little to say back. a sincere whisper of love, but he was sure you were frowning on the other end of the line. it made him go mad to consider you weren’t getting back the endless love you threw at him. aaron needed you to know that he loved you. to really know it.

fuck this. he spun his car into the next lane, pissing off the drivers behind him and his satnav. he switched it off, confident he knew better. he was right. he needed to be with you as soon as possible, to make sure you were tangible. nothing ever good comes when there’s nothing on the line. something you told him a long time ago. did you know he used it like a mantra?

the door opened quietly. he might have been half delirious at that point, but he knew his son was well tucked into bed at this time of night. you probably had a hard time getting him down, he didn’t want your work for be to nothing. and you might be in bed too. he told you he’d be back that night, but he said things like that a lot.

he thought his heart was going to give out, constricting so tightly as he took in the scene before him. you were still wearing your jeans, and one of his college sweatshirts, curled into the sofa with a book hanging loosely from your grasp. you had tried to wait up. you believed him when he said he’d be back.

aaron crossed the carpet, imagining you scolding him for not taking his shoes off first. gently, he took the book and marked the page you were gripping so you wouldn’t lose it. he didn’t mean to wake you up, but your eyes were fluttering open at his movement and the adrenaline coursed through your body as you recognised his face.

before he could get a good footing, you shot up and threw yourself toward him with the energy infected in you by his son. your arms were around his neck and your legs were around his waist. instinctively, he held onto you as he stumbled back, managing to keep the two of you upright as you clung to him, reminiscent of a koala. his hands curled under your thighs as he shifted you slightly off his bad hip, thinking that he definitely needed to check on that fitness test.

“i didn’t mean to wake you, honey, i’m sorry.” he mumbled first, but you covered his mouth with your palm, ignoring the awkward position it put your elbow at. you shushed him lightly and pressed a chaste kiss to his downturned lips.

“no apologies, not right now.”

with his hands occupied, he used his head to make sure you were looking resolutely at him. he needed you to see his words, not just hear them.

“i love you.”