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Harbour Vibes

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Blue freckles 30 weeks ago and yellow today - how much I’ve changed

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dying but still a beauty

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stylenanda, loose fit front zip jacket

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Abolaji Oshun | Drop Dead ‘Deaducation’ Collection

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▓ : *✧ KRIM-Y POO.  ( fatalknight )

                  there’s a dramatic shift in expression.   dark, unmasked gaze falls upon his new companion, their bodies linked together by the warmth of limbs.   oh, what a sight it must’ve been!   big, bad knight of ren and their resident mad scientist.   his venture down the sterile halls of the base continues, regardless of new attachments.

                ❛   UPGRADE?    as appealing as the offer might be, i’ve hardly a need for any upgrades.  ❜

           so, they’ll settle on the other option.   though his intentions had been meant to meet with kylo ren.

      ‘ darling! darling! you know me better than that! i know exactly what you need, i assure you. ’

      after all she is a doctor, despite her visual and verbal ticks she takes her job OH SO serious.  she falls into step, knowing very well he would plow over her if she tripped. how callous, how cruel of him! and here she thought that he enjoyed her in some ways... alright, she knew very well that he enjoyed few things and she wasn’t one of them, but a doctor could dream.

      ‘ are you going to see your ma-st-er? he’s up, if you were wondering, they made me sew him up and wouldn’t even let me add any metal in that poor face of his. ’

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Flutes - Hot Chip

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Spent some much needed alone time in the botanical gardens today. I read my book on that bench and it was the most relaxing thing I’ve done all summer.

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CONTEMPT FOR THE FLESH

We’re anxious things: always itchy to scratch out of our shells and reach for something better. To become something (and someone) better. It’s a literal arms race for what the future will hold – we must transform ourselves before the singularity swallows us into the unknown.

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I’m such a dorky dancer

001. THE OFFICE. [@augmentumi]

   “it’s cute,”          there’s a pause and she clears her throat, because yes, ixora’s not the most graceful right now, but neither is rey, for what it’s worth. her movements are stilted and really she’s kind of just swaying her hips to the sound of some deep synth beat that makes her want to hum. all she CAN promise is that — yes, yes the other woman is CUTE right now.           “i mean just slow down a little, right?”            is it an excuse to put her hand on the side of ixora’s waist, giving half a direction as she goes?   ( spoiler alert: yes, yes it is, and the gentle blush beneath the soft brown of her cheeks reaffirms that. )    but her hand slinks away a moment later and she returns to the awkward clearing of her throat she’d started a moment prior.

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the botanical garden is so pretty

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cute date idea:

we got to the botanical gardens. i point at all the plants i like. u point at all the plants u like

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▓ : *✧ STRANGE THING. ( cyberneticc )

she’s got a laugh that makes the dog’s bark. he thinks maybe it makes people bark too, in some of those wrong ways that make women feel unsafe walking alone. basil’s lips press together tightly. she has a laugh like MUSIC but some people always have to ruin a good song, don’t they?

he shrugs, shoulders slumping low when he hunches forward so he’s picking up an abandoned tennis ball between his legs.

“it’s subjective is what it is. ordinary and perfection. what were you thinking of when you first said it? what was ordinary but beautiful?”

the dogs approach with cautious interest in what basil is holding. he squints, nods at the bigger mutt and chucks the ball across the field.

        ‘ i --- ’

         Black eyes are WIDE, a brief episode of uncontrolled emotion; a glimpse of her uncontrolled self. her fingers grip at her bag, and she wonder’s WHAT WAS I THINKING. she briefly has passes of empathy, of wonderment about just what she is and what she does. briefly she remembers the screams of pain, the tears in her eyes as her children flinch from her. WHAT WAS SHE THINKING? 

   WHAT WAS SHE THINKING?WHAT WAS SHE THINKING?WHAT WAS SHE THINKING?

        oh. the trees, she remembers now, she was thinking of the beauty of the forest. she remembers subject 043B, he liked to play in the trees. he was happy with her out there, no more screams and no more pain from him. his meds had been upped. ‘ i was thinking about the trees, it’s rare i get out of the lab. ’

        ‘ they’re perfect, nature is perfect. it’s such a shame that humans hurt everything that it bears us. we take so much for granted don’t you think? ’ she sighs, released white knuckled grip on her purse. she wonders why the dogs did not approach her, she wonders if she should get a dog. maybe she was a cat person. ‘ i don’t believe we’ve introduced ourselves, DR. IXORA W. QUAINS. ’

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▓ : *✧MAGNIFICENT DRAGON MODEL  ( crouchingsparrow )

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     she stalks around him, her eyes alight with fascination. she reaches out, like she wants to run her fingers along the metal and psuedo-skin that made up his body, but refrains and pulls her hands back before she can actually touch him.

     he isn’t sure how he feels about someone being so interested in him – he isn’t sure if she wants to know him or know how his rebuilt body worked.

        “ if you want to know about me, i can try to answer your questions. ”

         ‘ i know everything about you. ’

        her body is a coiled, yet her step does not falter. dark eyes find each detail, tracing the bends and twists of the built body. the skin around her cheeks flush, and soon her fingers and neck will follow in that color. her body tremors with concealed pleasure, but the smile on her face says it all. before her is a work of art, metal and blood so perfectly intertwined. she wonders the process, she wonders the material. but all that she knows, she’s got the eye for it.

        ‘ what i want to know is that brain of yours, you’re in tune with yourself. quick, confident. i crave that, my druids would love that sort of symbiosis. ’