#VIBRATES OUT OF MY SKIN

[suenitos]

i want you.

[mister13eyond]

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[terranatior]

FURCON AT THE END OF THIS WEEK,,,,

[aa-400]

DYLAN DROPPED THE COWBOY TUNES ON BANDCAMP ITS BC FRIDAY YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO

[bitbrumal]

CONTINUED ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ █ ▌▌▌@bonesugar​​​.

DOTTORE  “pourquoi êtes-vous comme vous êtes...”

streamlining rest. it’s ridiculous & therefore out of the box enough to warrant closer inspection - its inherent flattery certainly does, too. the first thing... heh. hunger nips into their breastbones; seeks to bore its way to marrow to infect it. curiosity spills over the edges of all reason & drags it along in its wake. fabricated gravity. it makes of any scientist a gravitational thing.         ( any real scientist, anyway. )  what a wonder, what a dizzying madness - to feel it budding in another.

it’s just.

“how do you expect me to sleep... around you?”      messy, girly, alive. too noisy & move-y. the likelihood of trust issues tapping out for a night just because is close to nil. “is there even room for that in your... uh, room?” come to think of it, he’s no clue how the lower ranks fare in terms of, hm, quality of life. being slingshot into harbinger status will do that- it’s not like it’s been relevant.                  but. quality of life optimises output.            red eyes narrow at the one assistant that can be relied upon to be anything other than a complete fuck up.

ah, interrogation.

demand makes sharp the cut of these shoulders / thins lips ere they part. “what are your quarters like? if we are to streamline rest—” aaaand here comes the rattling off of a list. this & that & another thing, & what about such - is there even—? dottore’s chin tips higher & higher as he peers lower & lower / into the dregs of an imagination to find what is willing to spend itself on this. her quarters must be abysmal.     compared to his.

“———let’s optimise your quarters. it’s been an oversight.” clearly!

       he’s at the door before the words are done slip-&-sliding out, coat settling around his shoulders / he a quit set of ticks. impatience, fostered by the rare potential of a gem among... people. just, people.

she is expected to show him, now. “come.”

[toadstool32]

artfight theme reveal in less than 5!!

[ghxstkn1fe]

sdhsdjgfsdgfks ranboooo <3 <3 <3 <3

[nordarknessdimsthesky]

the amount of sheer GENDER stored in these images should frankly be ILLEGAL

[fatherofmachine]

@anoutlicr said: ' Harold. '

❝Elias,❞  came Harold’s return greeting, dry and guarded as it always tended to be. However,  he could practically hear the smirk that no doubt colored Elias’ features, the intrigued mirth illustrating it so clearly that Harold didn’t even need to see it with his own eyes. Nonetheless, Harold’s gaze lifted to catch Elias’ in turn, bright blue meeting dark brown; opposites on the surface, but the same, sharp intelligence shining in both. He’d been leaning his chin on his knuckles and, as he’d glanced up, that hand simply hovered upright, his elbow resting on the table.

Familiar pain burned throughout the damaged vertebrae of Harold’s neck, radiating down his left side and into his left leg; today, however, it was manageable enough to be static background noise ... unless he needed it not to be.

[soyouwinagain]

jamie drysdale | 9 january 2023

[starrylothcat]

Coworker: You like Star Wars, right?

Me:

[infernaleikon]

[chanting under my breath: god clive god clive god clive]

[popping-greenbean]

doodles during class yesterday of my little guy

[terranatior]

I'm so fucking excited the local furries are having an all age Easter egg hunt fursuit meet this weekend and I'm actually off so I can GO AND AND AND

[crowrelli]

rotten at the core 🍎🪱

[bitbrumal]

kicks door down  who has a dotty & wants to ship with my panties? i meant pantsu-man. i mean-