never trust a man wearing a better suit than you

wheelingalong24: Effects of Sleep...

Sun, 19 May 2013 13:30:49 -0400

Effects of Sleep Deprivation

Irritability

Cognitive impairment

Memory lapses or loss

Impaired moral judgement

Severe yawning

Halluciations

Symprtoms similar to ADHD

Impaired immune system

Risk of diabetes Type 2

Increased heart rate variability

Risk of heart disease

Decreased reaction time and accuracy

Tremors

Aches

Others

Growth suppressior

Risk of obesity

Decreased temperature

xploren: My cousin, ashamed after building a chair from IKEA

Sat, 18 May 2013 13:30:59 -0400

xploren:

My cousin, ashamed after building a chair from IKEA

branwens-craig: Garzetta (by Michele Nespoli)

Fri, 17 May 2013 13:30:55 -0400

branwens-craig:

Garzetta (by Michele Nespoli)

"Oh! Uh, sorry I was just thought you'd want this weird human movie I found.."A smile tugs at her lips as she averts her eyes out of some respect.

Sun, 12 May 2013 21:37:53 -0400

“Hm? Oh.” Dimmel does feel somewhat uncomfortable being naked in front of a woman; at least Mal doesn’t tower over him like most salarian women do. Still, he goes for the nearest pair of pants and quickly pulls them on, face tightening when the movements are faster than his knee would like.

“What sort of movie?” he asks when he’s decent.

What's your general opinion of humans?

Sun, 12 May 2013 20:43:50 -0400

I don’t have any particular approval or disapproval of them. I don’t know much about politics, but I hope their expansion slows down—otherwise there will be trouble. Individual humans I’ve met tend to be somewhat arrogant or ignorant, but I’d consider that a side effect of their newness rather than something inherently human.

I admit I do like their culture—first contact with them was still recent when I was a boy, so there were introductory lessons on them in school. I like how new they are—of course I approve of cultural blending, but human entertainment doesn’t have any of the tropes or traditions that have become standard over thousands of years of contact with other species. Completely different. Watching their old television is an experience.

Hey where is- Ah fuck! shields her eyes and tries to find her way back out of the room

Sun, 12 May 2013 20:21:49 -0400

-scowls, grabbing a shirt and starting to button it- Spare me the theatrics. Even if you knew a thing about salarian anatomy, it’s only you aliens who care about nudity so much.

Your muse walks in on my muse undressing and catches the various scars along their body. What is your muses reaction? What do they do?

Sun, 12 May 2013 19:23:34 -0400

fillmyaskbox:

siphonophora: A male peacock in flight

Sat, 11 May 2013 13:31:00 -0400

siphonophora:

A male peacock in flight

thalassarche: Yellow-billed Blue Magpie (Urocissa flavirostris)...

Fri, 10 May 2013 13:30:43 -0400

thalassarche:

Yellow-billed Blue Magpie (Urocissa flavirostris) - photo by Sandeep Somasekharan

Dimmel is too old to have height anxieties, but when other...

Wed, 08 May 2013 21:34:05 -0400

Dimmel is too old to have height anxieties, but when other people his size are called ‘petite’, ‘slight’, or ‘delicate’, the transitive property leaves him with lingering frustration.

Introduce your muse!

Sun, 05 May 2013 19:11:34 -0400

Name: Nasurn Mal Bin Aeghor Landra Sodo Dimmel
Age: 28
Height: 5’8” (173 cm)
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: None
Sexual Orientation: Homosexual
Species: Salarian
Nationality: Mal Binian
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Positive Weaknesses: Accepting and tolerant to the point of being uncurious, cautious
Allergies: Varying reactions to narcotics and mild rash in response to dextro-protein
Fears: Being hurt
How sickly they are: A high-stress lifestyle and living on a space station has done a number on his immune system, and he tends to come down with an ailment of some sort every few months.
How often do they hurt themselves: Never purposely, and he structures his life to minimize potential risks. Still, there are times he overestimates his mobility.
Relationship Status: Single

gawmer-dallanda: Gawmer taps away at the ordering machine, trying to ignore the stares of some of...

Sun, 05 May 2013 14:06:07 -0400

gawmer-dallanda:

Gawmer taps away at the ordering machine, trying to ignore the stares of some of the other customers, feeling stupid for even entering the restaurant like he is, trying to to think about what they assumed about him. Finishing up his order, Gawmer can’t resist adding a medium sized cup of tupari while he’s there.

He can only smile shyly and wave at the waiter across the counter who announces that his order is ready, and he manages to leave without feeling too embarrassed with himself.

The walk to Dimmel’s apartment doesn’t take too long, and he decides to take the elevator instead for once. By the time he arrives he’s feeling cheerful again, and decides to ring the doorbell a few extra times, trying to formulate a pattern. He waits.

It’s satisfying to finally have the apartment mostly clean. Dimmel is exhausted, and he wasn’t able to do any deep-cleaning that involved moving furniture, but at least all of his clothes are in the hamper and the instant dinner cups are gone. A relaxing afternoon with Gawmer will be well-earned.

The office gets him a bottle of wine or some sort of expensive alcohol every holiday, including his hatch-day. No matter how much he tried to tell them salarians didn’t care about individual birth dates like other races, he always ends up with a new bottle every year. He’s never sure what to do with them. Throwing them out seems rude and wasteful, but he barely drinks. Over years of gifts he’s only managed to consume half a bottle of asari wine. The drinks are put away in a corner cabinet, but he hasn’t found a place for the new one yet, leaving it out on the counter.

At first Dimmel thinks Gawmer is mashing the door key impatiently, but then he recognizes the outline of a melody and smiles. Gawmer must be in an especially good mood today.

“Hello,” he greets, opening the door to let him in. “I hope you didn’t end up carrying too much.”

gawmer-dallanda: dimmelsodo: [TEXT] I’m eating more takeout lately than I did when I was a...

Sun, 05 May 2013 11:39:28 -0400

gawmer-dallanda:

dimmelsodo:

[TEXT] I’m eating more takeout lately than I did when I was a teenager, but I’ll never say no to Fishdog. I can pay you back for it when you get here. I’ll see you soon, then?

[TEXT] Hehe, if you can afford to have it then why not? Should be there in 20 minitues or so.

He struggles for a moment to adjust his pants one last time after putting his shoes on. Heading out or the apartment Gawmer realizes he’s forgotten a very important thing, and hurries to open his omnitool again.

[TEXT] minets*

There.

Arriving at the restaurant Gawmer struggles to not cover his nostrils. The smell was horrible, greasy, and he regrets not asking Dimmel what he wanted to order earlier. He opens his omnitool again.

[TEXT] Think fast what did you want to order

[TEXT] Do you mind picking up a few things? I can save them for tomorrow.

Dimmel lists off a varren burger and a handful of sides, before impulsively adding a sugary fruit dessert. Anja had brought him a pastry that morning for his hatch-day, and it wasn’t until he’d eaten the sweet crepe that he’d realized that he hadn’t been snacking much lately. Dimmel didn’t have much of a sweet tooth, but he liked indulgences as much as anyone else.

morning cuddles, ~730 words

Sun, 05 May 2013 11:25:38 -0400

They usually found themselves sleeping face-to-face, Dimmel tucked up under Srikit’s arms and legs tangled together. Dimmel didn’t move much once he was asleep; although Srikit was trying hard to change that, he spent much his time in bed for the purely utilitarian purpose of regaining energy. No wrapping himself in the zillion-threadcount sheets to feel the soft texture, no lazing around half-conscious for half an hour after waking, no rolling over just to enjoy a cool spot.

Srikit preferred to do all of this and more. Dimmel’s bed was top-credit quality, from the quilt to the mattress, and Srikit considered taking advantage of it to be his natural right. Besides, Dimmel had hardly slept in it for all the years he’d had it. The bed deserved to get used by somebody.

It was a large enough bed that Srikit could roll over without any fear of falling—a good thing, because he was a much more active sleeper. The fancy sheets would be twined around his legs by morning, blankets lost over the side. If he fell asleep holding Dimmel, it gave him something to center around. Rarely would he move more than an arm’s length away, no matter how much he thrashed in his sleep.

It was a most uncommon lazy morning; Dimmel had fallen asleep much later than Srikit, so by the time Dimmel’s average hour was up Srikit was enjoying his post-sleep haze, eyes closed but technically conscious as he felt Dimmel stir behind him. Behind him? He must have moved again, or Dimmel hadn’t felt like rearranging Srikit into a more convenient pose when he finally went to bed. No matter.

Though he didn’t bother to open his eyes, Srikit let out an extended sigh that was almost voiced; it was at least 75% of a greeting. Dimmel’s inarticulate response was a sleepy mumble that was eaten by his pillow. Well, good. Dimmel always got up way too fast. As much as Srikit liked breakfast, he could put it off for a while longer to enjoy this.

The mattress sank behind him; Dimmel’s grumbling was sounding more coherent as he shuffled close enough for Srikit to feel the heat from his thin chest. Something about blankets?

Dimmel’s hands slid around Srikit’s waist, and Srikit was all set to enjoy some rare sleepy cuddling when icy fingers flattened against his soft belly.

Srikit squawked, grabbing at Dimmel’s wrists as he tucked his fingertips under Srikit’s waistband.

“You’re warm,” he murmured, face pressed into Srikit’s neck.

“What the shit is wrong with your hands?” Srikit curled his hands around Dimmel’s cold ones, for all his posturing not quite ready to throw him off.

“Quit taking the blankets and maybe this would be more comfortable for you.”

“Get to bed on time and maybe you can hang on to the—not with the feet!” Dimmel’s feet and ankles, sliding up between his own, were even more chilled. “Gah! Can’t you wear socks? You can wear my socks.”

“Too big. And there are holes in the toes.” Srikit could feel Dimmel’s face moving against his neck, more than just talking; was he smiling?

“Then you have your own damn socks.”

“I think I like doing this more.”

“Eh…” The fingers were thawing, at least, even if it was by sapping Srikit’s own precious body heat. He covered one with his own, holding it against his stomach. “Fine.”

Dimmel drew in closer. It was a little awkward; with his smaller body, he wasn’t quite level with Srikit. Those cold feet were closer to his shins than his ankles, and his knees nudged Srikit’s thighs. There had to be a more comfortable way to lay, but Srikit didn’t feel like moving. This was enough, for now. Maybe he could convince Dimmel to lay down with him again after breakfast. Maybe on the couch; Dimmel reserved the bed for sleeping, but he would sprawl on the couch for hours without protest. “Are you making breakfast soon?”

“…”

“Dimmel?” It was difficult to crane his neck around without dislodging the smaller man—even more difficult to finally crack his sandy eyes open—but he turned his head just far enough to see that Dimmel’s eyes were closed, magenta lids fluttering in shallow sleep.

Srikit let his own eyes slide shut again with a smile, pulling Dimmel’s arms more tightly around him. Breakfast could wait.

gawmer-dallanda replied to your post: /TEXT/: You have a few hours to spare? Just… [TEXT]...

Sun, 05 May 2013 10:48:03 -0400

gawmer-dallanda replied to your post: /TEXT/: You have a few hours to spare? Just…

[TEXT] Great! could order and bring over fishdog for you if you’d like. Got fruit at home here that I was planning on to bring anyhow. We can take it easy if we want. Just wanted to talk with you at your place.

[TEXT] I’m eating more takeout lately than I did when I was a teenager, but I’ll never say no to Fishdog. I can pay you back for it when you get here. I’ll see you soon, then?

/TEXT/: You have a few hours to spare? Just finished jogging and thought I'd come by. Don't worry, showered just now so I'm not smelling like an Elcor.

Sun, 05 May 2013 10:25:23 -0400

[TEXT] Yes, of course I have time. It’ll be good to see you again, work has been demanding over the last week. Did you want to get something to eat? Or order out? I just finished cleaning, but I’m afraid there isn’t much in my cupboards.

agoddamn: gUYS I ANIMATED yeah, yeah, baby’s first blink cycle...

Fri, 03 May 2013 21:17:07 -0400

agoddamn:

gUYS I ANIMATED

yeah, yeah, baby’s first blink cycle but I diiiid ittttt

on salarian attractiveness

Thu, 02 May 2013 17:57:49 -0400