#blade running

[dawnroseschafer]

Broken screen at the station and I go full Blade Runner mode

[jbk405]

@tafkarfanfic replied to your post:I spent last night trying to figure which of the...

There was also a TV cut, my partner says…

Aye, I’m pretty sure it’s not the Broadcast cut, as that was just the US Theatrical cut edited down for violence and nudity.  I compared the opening text crawls and they don’t match.

...oy, is this what my life has become?  Lining up text to be properly label a video file?

[savageleewriting]

All That Noise And No Climax

She's got her fingers wrapped around my brainstem, and she's pulling me, slowly, over to her way of thinking.

I feel like a robot on drugs. I feel like somebody programmed me to feel this way; god, or some other loser. I feel like all my feelings are just coded chemical responses to outside stimulants. 

I feel like a corn-nut. All gritty and salty and bitter and hard. 

Yeah, I'm hard. Hard like time in prison. Hard like ice on a cold day. Hard like we're looking out on a big world that wants nothing so much as to just break in.

Break in on me. Discover me. Find out what I'm doing, who I'm talking to. Make little rules for me to follow, and punish me when I break them. Lie to me. Observe me. Use me to find yourself. 

I wanted to leave her a note. I wanted to leave her alone. I wanted to leave her, so she'd look up, and feel my absence like a tooth that'd just been ripped from her gums. I want her to feel the bloody hole that is where I used to be.

But instead, I just wander out, into the rain, where my coat is hung and my shoes are sitting, side by side by the gutter. 

You can come with me, if you'd like?

[dagoh]

[savageleewriting]

Not Entirely Naked

She was wearing nothing but her big black combat boots, when she took me. It was a little like being taken down by one of the animals from the zoo, or maybe some sort of super-evolved cat-girl from outer space.

Her body was long, too long, and sleek, too sleek. She looked like she stayed healthy by bathing in blood and electrical currency. There were these sparks in her eyes, like an oil fire was happening far, far away. 

She was sublimely futuristic; that's how I saw her anyway. Like the perfect weapon genetically designed to come fuck with my day. Her voice was like hearing my own throat being slit. 

Do you get that? When she spoke, I felt my blood boiling, and spilling over. Those nosebleed of the sexually excited anime character. The spurting warmth of the knife-wound victim. 

She walked up to me, naked, in her big, black, combat boot. And she hit me with a smile, and she threw me the password, the key, the expression I needed to see on her face, to let me know it was safe to proceed. 

Yeah. She stomped right up to me, and into my goddamn heart. All over the fucking thing With those big, black boots of hers.  

[savageleewriting]

Running Blades Up Dark Streets And Skins

She's got a pirate sword in her hand; the heat of the blade's burning through her enemies even as the hardware housed in the hilt illegally downloads hipster pop songs. Rhythmic, bouncing stuff that inhabits her skeletal structure, gets into the way she moves.

Yeah, she moves like she's malfunctioning. She dances like she's going down with the ship, taking on water and slipping down into depths. 

She's got microchips embedded in the centres of the silver she wears about her flesh. They shock the unwary and give her crazy night-vision. They let her shoot sparks from the tips of her tits, though that's more a maneuver for last resorts or third dates. 

She gives me this look like I just forgot everything I was going to say, all at once. She gives me this look like she's slipping a virus into my system. She gives me this look and it infects me, through and through. I find her on my every frequency.