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What Is Love // Haddaway

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i’m nearly making myself cry thinking about iris crying over someone giving her a gift, or even like.  thinking about her in any nice way...  she has just like, never felt any significant positive emotion that’s just for her from anyone else.

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‘you like this, don’t you? i remember you saying that.’ (IDK WHAT IT IS BUT HE GOT HER SMTHN)

different ways to say ‘i love you’  //  @jfsebstn

she turns the piece of rock over and over in her hands, running her fingers along its smooth surface.  it’s sea glass, a dreadfully common trinket, especially in this industrial age.  she had mentioned off-handedly that she’d encountered sea glass once before, off-world, in some half-blasted apartment.  but she’s never seen the sea, and doubts that he has either  ━━  which means that he’d had to go out and buy it, to remember that she’d talked about it.

❛ thank you. ❜   she can barely get the words out through holding back her tears.  it’s a small gift  ━━  to someone else it might not even be counted as one  ━━  but no one, not even her troop, has ever given her a gift before.  is this the normal reaction to getting a present?  do small children cry the first time that they’re given a toy?

she almost wants to hug him  ━━  an embrace is a gesture that she does understand  ━━  but she’s not had that much practice.  she doesn’t want to make him uncomfortable.

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driftdream:

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     deep red stained upon the other, marking injury against the flesh; it wasn’t very often she encountered such situations like these. however, Joi was anxious to help in some way — though she maintained a modest distance so as not to overwhelm. Iris already seemed perturbed enough and crowding appeared to be the last thing to do, at the moment. “ oh no – i don’t bleed. i’m – ” ( nothing more than pixels ) she paused for a moment, still peering at Iris with a knitted brow of worry, “ it doesn’t look like nothing. can i help clean you up…? ”       it  was a seemingly fruitless question considering she couldn’t bring her anything tangible to use. Joi could only offer words of relief and possibly guide Iris in the direction of getting help —— it wasn’t much, but she supposed it was something. her programming was conflicted on wanting to reach out and offer a sense of physical comfort, or stay within her means and let Iris collect herself.      drawing herself together, registered emotions aside, Joi announced, “ there are washcloths in the closet and a medicinal spray behind the washroom mirror. ”

❛ thanks. ❜   she’s intruding, she knows  ━━  quite literally.  this isn’t her apartment at all, but joi hasn’t complained.  great alarm system.  the corporation was either getting sloppy, or... 

damnit.  stupid.  STUPID!  she stops halfway to the bathroom, turns on her heel with a military precision so she’s staring back at joi.

❛ deactivate home intrusion protocols. ❜   her voice print was probably nowhere near the owner’s, but it was worth a shot.  if she’d only bothered to hack the fucking codes while she’d had the chance.

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memoryserved:

It was called 24B in 2023, and it had fared the tides of time far less gracefully than Kennedy. 24A had long since been agglomerated into an extremely corporate yet uncleansably grimy office block, making the alphabet suffix to 24B somewhat redundant, but it’d stayed nonetheless. Most of it had stayed, actually, everything stayed.

Kicking doors down isn’t usually their scene – and, all things considered, still isn’t, given the success rates Kennedy’s enjoyed. This mother’s steel or something and their leg is tired. But there’s been too many papers to trawl and city archives dug through just to find this dump and turn tail on it. It’s a steel plated garbage can of a building but it’s a garbage can they’re getting in.    “I used to live here,” they announce to the street in equal measures of pride and shame, hoping that explains, in some way, their irrational fervour and high kicks. “I just – wanted to look inside.”

she walks further forward, boots making soft splashing noises against the wet pavement.  she keeps her distance, however  ━━  someone already exacting violence on a door is enough of a precedent to violence against another person, in her book.

❛ you lived here? ❜   she hadn’t been on earth long enough to see the building open, hadn’t even been alive that long, probably.  her incept date was only two years ago, although her false memories stretched back farther than that.

curiosity pulls her forward, despite her better knowledge.  the other person doesn’t look like too much of a threat.   ❛ what was it like? ❜ 

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different ways to say ‘i love you’. 

‘i’ll make you something, yeah? your favorite dish, just for you.’

‘let’s get you back to bed.’

‘shh, it was just a nightmare.’

‘you like this, don’t you? i remember you saying that.’

‘i drew up a bath for you.’

‘you need rest.’

‘you ought to be asleep.’

‘i bought two.’

‘here. you can have the rest.’

‘i thought of you when i saw this.’

‘i like your smile.’

‘you have a cute laugh.’

‘stay there. i’m coming there to get you.’

‘it’s okay, i’m here, we’re okay.’

‘be careful.’

‘look both ways.’

‘you mean so much to me.’

‘i can’t lose you.’

‘i thought i might have lost you.’

‘how to you feel about the nickname, (insert nickname)?’

‘it looks good on you.’

‘i’ll make you soup.’

‘ah-ah-ah. you’re sick. you need to stay in bed.’

‘are you okay in there?’

‘that’s it, that’s it. get it all out. shh.’

‘it’s a remedy i knew. helps with your throat.’

‘it’s a lullaby. would you like me to sing it to you? would that help you fall asleep?’

‘i’m worried about you.’

‘what do you want to watch?’

‘where would you like to go for dinner?’

‘close your eyes and hold out your hands.’

‘we’ll figure it out.’

‘oh, it’s not big deal. you’re fine.’

‘i brought you some medicine for your cold.’

‘you’re important to me.’

‘this is your favorite song, right?’

‘you’re like a son/daughter to me.’

‘good luck!’

‘you’re like a mom/dad to me.’

‘don’t say that about yourself.’

‘want to come with?’

“wow! you look really nice.’

‘goodnight, (insert term of affection).’

‘it’s okay. i couldn’t sleep anyway.’

‘you can have half.’

‘come here. let me fix it.’

‘your tie is crooked.’

‘c’mere. shh, it’s okay.’

‘i’m not going to hurt you.’

‘can i touch you?’

‘can i kiss you?’

‘can i hug you?’

‘promise.’

‘would i ever lie to you?’

‘i think you’re very beautiful/handsome.’

‘hey, good-looking.’

‘of course i care. you’re my family.’

‘one more chapter.’

‘i love you.’

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me realizing that iris is, technically, a “colonial soldier”

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Ask My Muse About Death

Send my muse one or a few of these questions (all of them related to death, life after death, etc. so please read with that warning in mind)

Have you ever come close to dying?

What do you think is the worst possible way to die?

Do you think there’s life after death?

If you were reborn as someone/something new, who or what would you want to be?

If you do believe in the afterlife, what kind of afterlife do you think awaits you?

Have you ever taken someone’s life?

Are you afraid of dying?

Do you ever wish you were immortal?

If you are immortal, do you ever wish you were mortal instead?

Name one (or a few) people in your life whose death would ruin you.

Who do you think would miss you most if you were gone?

Name one person you’d protect even if it meant sacrificing yourself.

If you had to choose a way to die, what would you choose?

Have you ever seen someone die (but you didn’t cause it)?

Has someone ever tried to severely hurt you?

Could you kill someone if it meant protecting yourself or someone else?

If you could meet someone who has died, who would it be?

Do you believe the dead ever come back to walk the earth?

Have you ever seen a ghost/spirit?

If you’ve ever had a near-death experience, describe what happened and what you saw/experienced.

BONUS: FOR UNDEAD/SPOOKY MUSES

How did you die?

What’s the last thing you remember before death?

Is the afterlife/undeath exactly as you pictured it to be?

What do you consider yourself (ghost, zombie, spirit, etc.)?

Do you wish you were alive and mortal again?

Was death frightening to you?

What have you learned since your death?

When you meet living people, are they afraid of you?

If you could be brought back to life, would you accept?

Did you return for a reason?

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Welcome to “Reflections of the Soul” at the New Modern NYC. Within this exhibition, the interplay of light and the nature of self-images coalesce to provide an experience which will highlight the fragility of our perception of space and our place within it.

John Wick: Chapter 2 (2017) dir. Chad Stahelski

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❛ twenty-five? ❜   what wouldn’t she give to live that long?  what she wouldn’t sacrifice  ━━  and hadn’t already  ━━  to have that opportunity.   ❛ that’s a long time.  longer than i have. ❜   much, much longer than she’d even been alive.

        “   IT’S   CALLED   METHUSELAH’S   SYNDROME.   ”   A   deep   inhale,   chest   rises   and   falls   gently.   “   My   glands   grow   old   too   fast.   I’m   actually   twenty-five,   you   know.   "   // @irised liked for a starter

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━━  @namedstorms  (for six) ┊ starter call.

❛ yes. ❜

iris’s brow is coated with sweat, hair sticking to her forehead.  she can feel bruises forming from the beating she’s just received, and she’s almost sure that one of her teeth has come loose.  her arms are restrained, so she’s unable to clear her eyes, but she shakes her head a bit.  this sends her into a bit of a dizzy state.  she blinks once.  twice.

❛ yes, i’m alive. ❜

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Wimbledon Day 6 (2014)

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                ❝ I’VE DONE QUESTIONABLE THINGS.  ❞

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what’s this? is that blood? / im .. idk but !!

10 cloverfield lane starters.  //  @driftdream​

blood.  at joi’s comment, iris raises her hand to her lips, her arm moving almost apart from the rest of her body, as if it has a life of its own.  she feels the warmth and wetness, rubs her lips together and tastes iron and a rush of pain.  she winces.

it’s not the first time she’s felt it  ━━  she’s become accustomed to it, over her years of servitude.  it’s almost a comfort.  a constant.

❛ it’s nothing. ❜   she averts her eyes from joi’s own  ━━  how strange that they’re so piercing.  doe-eyed, manufactured to fit a social convention of beauty and innocence, but no less effective.  it’s always bothered iris, how real she seems.  not because of any internalized hatred for her own kind, but because she knows how it feels to be bound to convention, trapped as a tool.  but she questions if joi really has any agency at all.  if she really is simply everything you want to hear, or if she has her own will.

if any of them do.

❛ you don’t bleed, do you? ❜

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“    Must     get     lonely     here     J.F.    “

                                   “    Mmm…    Not    really  .    I    make    friends  .    They’re    toys  .    My    friends    are    toys  .    I    make    them  .    It’s    a    hobby  .    I’m    a    GENETIC    DESIGNER  .    Do    you    know    what    that    is  ??    “

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10 cloverfield lane (2016) sentence meme.

feel free to change details and pronouns as you see fit. some nsfw and triggering material.

running away isn’t going to help anything.

please don’t hurt me.

just let me go, okay? i won’t tell anybody.

i’m going to keep you alive.

you got some fight in you. i can respect that. but don’t even think about trying that again.

you’re lucky to be here at all.

my generosity only extends so far. 

i saved your life, ___.

thank you so much for saving my life, i…

i guess i should – i should go to a hospital now.

you need to eat, you need to sleep, and you need to start showing me a bit of appreciation. 

sorry about that. i didn’t mean to scare you.

how long have you been down here?

getting out of here is the last thing you want to do.

keep your hands to yourself!

no touching.

i need privacy.

i learned how to do a french braid, so if you ever want me to do that for you, lemme know.

___ is like a black belt in conspiracy theories.

i’m not explaining it right.

i see you two are getting along.

it’s delicious. it’s the best sauce i ever tasted.

tattoos. i always wanted one.

yolo. i don’t even know what that means but i hear people saying it all the time.

everything i wanted to do, i did.

oh my goodness. is that monopoly?

that’s how we kill the time.

your humor is not funny.

now please shut up and let us eat in peace.

you trying to insult me?

i know what a traitor looks like, understand?

do not let her in!

i know it’s hard.

i have something to confess to you.

it was an accident. but it was my fault. i was afraid to tell you. i’m sorry.

i’m going to need some stitches.

i’ll walk you through it.

have a drink.

people are strange creatures.

what’s this? is that blood?

he took her and he killed her.

everything okay up there?

you asked earlier about regrets. i’ve got some of those.

look, we’re here. we’re alive. and that means something.

feel like some music.

problem solving always puts me in a musical mood.

nex time, try to be more specific.

i’m always watching. always.

i go wherever i want.

i know what you’re doing. i see what you’re doing. i know what you’re up to.

you think i’m an idiot?

i wanted your gun.

i want her to respect me, the way she respects you.

i accept your apology.

he was going to hurt us.

he was going to hurt you.

this is the way it was always supposed to be.

you’re safe now. now it’s just you and me.

this is not part of anything you need to see.

i thought we’d change things up tonight. have dessert before dinner.

would you like a cone or a bowl?

i know this is not the life you prefer.

i want us to be a happy family. you and me.

you don’t know what’s out there.

you can’t run from them.

there’s survivors.

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My humble tribute to Blade Runner 2049!