Does he do the sleep chasing too?
His legs twitch, yes. This time he wupped loudly enough I think he woke himself up.
monochromatic-heart:

bwwwssssshhhhhhhhh:

I hope this cafe gets no business

I walk into the café. I pull out my phone. “Oh no, put that away!” says the barista. “Pretend it’s 1993!” ”I wish you hadn’t said that,” I reply. “What do you mean?” she asks. I try to reply, but it’s too late. Already my body has begun to shrink. My phone falls to the floor. The barista looks on with horror, wishing she could take back her words. I am suddenly half my height. My pants have long since fallen to the floor and I am trapped in my shirt. A three year old version of me struggles to get out, but he too continues to shrink. A one year old me beings to cry and everyone looks on with amazement and horror. Then I begin my regression into a fetus, and eventually, I turn into a clump of cells a size of a grain of rice. “Do something!” someone yells. But it is too late. My initial zygote splits into two gametes, a sperm and an egg, invisible to the eye. The sperm dies as it would not have existed when I am conceived. The barista looks scared, and the other customers are not sure what is going on. And I am sitting alone as a single ovum, unable to ponder my existence. But somewhere deep inside my microscopic self, I know that I am pretending that it is 1993, Nirvana is in again, and that I have won. 

How have you won if you can’t even listen to Nirvana now?

monochromatic-heart:

bwwwssssshhhhhhhhh:

I hope this cafe gets no business

I walk into the café. I pull out my phone. “Oh no, put that away!” says the barista. “Pretend it’s 1993!” ”I wish you hadn’t said that,” I reply. “What do you mean?” she asks. I try to reply, but it’s too late. Already my body has begun to shrink. My phone falls to the floor. The barista looks on with horror, wishing she could take back her words. I am suddenly half my height. My pants have long since fallen to the floor and I am trapped in my shirt. A three year old version of me struggles to get out, but he too continues to shrink. A one year old me beings to cry and everyone looks on with amazement and horror. Then I begin my regression into a fetus, and eventually, I turn into a clump of cells a size of a grain of rice. “Do something!” someone yells. But it is too late. My initial zygote splits into two gametes, a sperm and an egg, invisible to the eye. The sperm dies as it would not have existed when I am conceived. The barista looks scared, and the other customers are not sure what is going on. And I am sitting alone as a single ovum, unable to ponder my existence. But somewhere deep inside my microscopic self, I know that I am pretending that it is 1993, Nirvana is in again, and that I have won. 

How have you won if you can’t even listen to Nirvana now?

(Source: cekam-te-u-budvi)

Cite Arrow reblogged from kimmsauce

My dog’s barking in his sleep again and makes wup-wup-wup-wup noises I cant.


#what is going on w/ these two

Jet has 27 years of pent up sexual frustration and Joe is being a tease.

(Source: knifeandlighter)

Cite Arrow reblogged from cyborg000

asdfghjkl it happened AGAIN.

You know what? In the first half the Seahawks needed to get their head in the game. Self-destruction, all over. Shitty defense. Second half and making their come-backs…that’s an awful lot of flags flying for stupid shit nobody calls out against the Rams.

"Seahawk fans always bitching about the refs…" Well yeah, it does seem to happen a lot to us, you know. Super Bowl XL is still well burned in my brain.

apparently Axl and I were on the same page…

apparently Axl and I were on the same page…

While we’re not perfect, you gotta admit that this pretty much sums up the Cyborg 009 fandom here on tumblr.

While we’re not perfect, you gotta admit that this pretty much sums up the Cyborg 009 fandom here on tumblr.

(Source: the-red-corpse)

Cite Arrow reblogged from fuckyeahtheateam
Cite Arrow reblogged from fuckyeahtheateam

heinrippy said: Albert!

  • Why I like them

He’s your brooding, more mature fellow with the tragic past and the current shitty situation. While he angsts now and again he doesn’t drown in it, so he still gets shit done. Early Albert is also a snarky little shit and who doesn’t love that?

  • Why I don’t

I don’t dislike him. Some people can write him as a sadsack always mired in his own angst but that ain’t him.

  • Favorite episode (scene if movie)

That battle scene in Re:Cyborg is incredible hot. But I love me some scenes of Albert being protective of Jet it makes me feel fuzzy. Albert the mediator is also neat.

SAVE THE OWLS!

  • Favorite line

"For some reason I came back to life as a human being with real flesh and blood. But I realize now that I’d rather be a cyborg. … The only reason I could do what I did was because I was a cyborg…”

That reading cracks me up I’m sorry.

  • Favorite outfit

Leather jackets. The gloves look good too.

  • OTP

The answer to life, the universe, and everything….42.

  • Brotp

I do like when Albert and Joe hang out.

  • Head Canon

Albert needs something to do to get his mind off his past and situation. Hence he seemed to handle things on Ghost Island decently enough and was almost chipper during their escape. But once they were at Kozumi’s and on downtime his demons showed up.

  • Unpopular opinion

I don’t think I have one?

  • An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen

Brain wipe. He becomes the robot for real.

  • My nickname for them

Pretty Princess Heinrich