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top 5 sexiest injuries:

-bruises

-bullet wound

-split lip

-nosebleed/broken nose

-stab wound

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Cori ducked under the half-closed garage door, surprised to see the neighboring bay still occupied by a badly-crumpled sedan with a pair of familiar legs beneath it. "Hey Miki!" she called, heading toward the back corner.

"Band practice tonight?"

"Yeah." Cori tossed her bag onto a folding chair. "We're doing a weekend show at some little hole-in-the-wall in Tacoma."

"Sounds fun. I've got..." Clang. "...one thing to finish and I'll be outta your hair."

Cori flapped her hand dismissively, though the gesture went unseen. "Don't worry about it, we never start on time anyway." She turned back to the other side of the garage. "What's the story with that one? Battle damage?" Ever since... Well. Cori kept hoping. It was a long shot, sure, that one of them would end up in her brother's body shop in this drive-through town in the middle of nowhere...but it wasn't impossible. They were real. Which meant they were out there. Somewhere.

Mikaela's laugh echoed out from under the car. "Hate to disappoint."

"Damn." Cori sat, shuffling her bag into her lap. She'd been biting her tongue all week, trying to hold back the million and one questions she knew Mikaela didn't have the time to answer. Were they cold? Warm? Was the metal hard or did it feel alive? Did they smell like this garage; like oil and gasoline and thick black rubber? Were they gentle? Aware of their size and strength? Did they pick you up? Like a doll or like a kitten? "...what was it like? Being around them?"

For a few seconds, her only response was the metallic clatter of repair work. "It was, uh...kinda intense? They're big." Clink. "And they move fast."

"Do you miss it?"

The pause was longer. "...sometimes, yeah." Mikaela rolled out from under the car and wiped her hands across her face, leaving a smear of grease to match the assortment that already adorned her clothes. "I miss the bots, not all the other bullshit, y'know? Red tape and suits and a bunch of guys who think their dicks are as big as their egos." She gave Cori a tight, sarcastic smile. "But it's Earth's first alien encounter, so." She shrugged and let the sentence hang.

Cori could fill in the blank. Bureaucracy always buzzed around the bizarre.

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Skywarp my beloved

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the agony of knowing exactly what a scene should feel like and not having the words sharp enough to cut it out of me

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Art in the Age of Digital Puritanism (2022) by Iness Rychlik The artist reposted it in 2024 "because it feels relevant in social media today".

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this is an unpopular opinion around these parts lol but i'm so sad summer is ending

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Walking around and watching the security cameras swivel to look at you because your networked AI gf thinks you look cute today

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adhd-haver shocked once again as task they have been avoiding for 6 weeks takes 5 minutes

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i feel like something that's missing from some people's understanding of kink fiction and fantasy is, like... in fiction and fantasy, everything is in-scene.

when real people do kink in real life, you gotta do all that good out-of-scene stuff like discuss boundaries, set limits and expectations, check in with each other, do aftercare, et cetera et cetera et cetera... but in fiction, everything can be in-scene!

the people in that fanfic don't exist any more than, like, the make-believe sexy football star and make-believe sexy cheerleader in a couple's roleplay exist. that couple doesn't need to get into character and then pretend to be a sexy football star having an important consent conversation with a sexy cheerleader, because that's a conversation that's already happened out-of-scene and out-of-character. (i mean, if you're into in-character negotiations, chase your bliss.) when they're in that scene, they can just pretend to be a sexy football star having sex with a sexy cheerleader. that's okay.

so like. when fiction does kink in a way that would be unsafe or harmful irl... just keep in mind that you're not watching actual people neglecting check-ins or ignoring their set contract or genuinely harming each other. you're watching a scene without the behind-the-scenes bits, and that's okay.

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the september wind that makes you nostalgic for stupid things has been blowing through the city. watch out

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hey man. why we gotta have a whole drum line doing their routine outside at the hospital at 6 in the morning. why

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I'm kinda curious now... Anyway reblog for bigger sample size, blah blah blah

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the laptop cd drive is a sort of dead wife

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As far as I’m concerned, the single most radical change from journal fandom is the idea that fandom is primarily a space for kids.

*shakes cane* in MY day, teen fans pretended to be adults while we walked uphill both ways!