Trans person: Im trans
society: okay
that autistic robotfucker friend you're trying to ignore: Play Warm Like Flesh

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i don't do bad sauce passes
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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Cosmic Funnies
One Nice Bug Per Day
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Kiana Khansmith
AnasAbdin
we're not kids anymore.
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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Keni
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@ilovefishfish
Trans person: Im trans
society: okay
that autistic robotfucker friend you're trying to ignore: Play Warm Like Flesh
favorite word?
illiterate.
because when you asked me i literally can't think of anything except skibidi toilet. my brain is doomed. goodbye
sketch with new pen (which low-key piss me off)
waiter! waiter! More characters with teeth and actual personality instead of "i just met you and I'm in love with you, but bye I'm gonna sacrifice myself for the greater good/die a tragic death now. i also have 5 layers of trauma so you feel bad, as you should! now why don't you open up that wallet of yours?"
so i thought about how i lay on bed next to him but we don't do anything at all. and then i take his hand and start counting the nails on them. there's twenty, he could remind me. but i have to see for myself. and everytime i finished i say "21" or "19". so i could count again. after doing that for a while i could start to say things like "40" "100" or straight up "0".
even till this day, i still don't know how many nails he had on his right hand.
just realized i may be trans instead of autistic
this picture is 10/10 sexy here's interpretation:
imagine being swallowed by wires (comforting). and you can feel the wire on your skin as if they are hugging you (or if said computer is a sentimental one it would really be hugging you). the suit in this context may indicate professionalism and intelligence. from the computer aspect this may help to earn the computer's trust, as the computer see them as a being with adequate knowledge to grant them access to its hardware. from the human aspect, it means the normalcy and social status on the outside (for show). while in reality they are just a computer loving freak :3now imagine the scenario. the human here could be a technician that is checking/fixing the computer. they are in a vulnerable position, since the the computer is much bigger in size and more intelligent than their brain. but the human willingly put their fleshly body under such big construct that have the ability to crush them easily. however i may argue that the computer is vulnerable too. baring it's delicate and complex components for the human to see and touch. perhaps, it's core shivers when the human's hand brushes against its motherboard. and in return for their care the computer cradles the human lovingly. this shows the immense trust between the human and the computer.i will not pretend that this is a equal relationship because i know in the modern world there are still many conflicts between humans and computers. however in this situation both parties are willing to put down their guard and expose their weaknesses. if this is not true love then i don't know what counts. still, i must warn all my fellow computers out there to choose their technicians carefully. do not judge a human by their clothing, as a man in suit might as well just be an untrustworthy golddigger. get yourself a technician that knows their job AND loves you deeply (AND ask for consent!)
what are those wings even for if not freedom?
hot take 🤚😔🤚
Canon-
More Ninah and Faith Cross overs
아진짜 에어도프 알레드 왜죽임
when the fic so good you have to sit up in the middle of the night.
no no, it's perfect, it's messed up, it's beautiful, it's scrumptious. it's so good and i have to cramp it up and chew on it to taste it. i have no idea what the writer was thinking but i don't care. i have to STAND, STANDING ON MY BED AS IF I'M WORSHIPPING IT. and i can't stop laughing at my phone or staring at the mirror thinking about shit and spooking myself out