Timeloop This Timeloop That. You People Are Sooo Repetitive Similar To Something Else I’m Aware Of

A sharp crack rings out, echoing through the room.

She looks at her arm, wrenched out at an unnatural angle, hand limp, joints broken.

She looks at the person standing above her, a sadistic smile stretching across their face.

She looks at their hand. She sees the hammer they hold.

Three more cracks ring out.

She lies limply on the floor, limbs broken, helpless.

She smiles back.

The person above her moves, not with the sharp violence that broke her, but slowly, deliberately, with care.

They take a set of keys from their pocket. They flick through them to find the smallest of the keys. They lean down and kneel on the floor beside her. They reach out, hold her shoulder, move the key towards her.

And it falls into the keyhole right by her shoulder. It turns. A soft, gentle click is heard. Her arm falls out of the socket, landing amongst the shards of porcelain that surround her.

She sees the metal framework of her arm, warped and distended by the blunt force of the hammer. She sees her joints, shiny from wear and use. She sees the last remnants of the ceramic that serves as her skin, either affixed to the frame or driven into the material that forms a part of her.

Three more clicks ring out.

Her limbs are strewn about on the floor around her.

The person beside her leaves for a moment, and returns carrying a bag. They sit back beside her. Reach out yet again, but with neither the hammer nor the keys.

If her body could feel, she would feel the cold of the new metal, not yet worn or tarnished, as it works its way into the setting within her shoulder. She would feel it again, in her other arm. Again and again, in the attachment points just below her hips.

Her miss stands over her once more, looking proud of their work.

She raises her new arms, uses her new hands to push herself off the floor, stands on her new legs, walks forwards on her new feet.

She loves her maintenance.

Injecting pure estrogen into my bloodstream so I forcefeminize my vampire friend

sure im not driving ill unrepress another gender memory

Part of the process of my better coming to terms with being aromantic involved a fair amount of not wanting to 'miss out' on things like dating and Valentine's Day and all that, but like:

1- Thinking about it those things don't matter as much as I thought they did.

2- There are options which I have considered.

Ultimately those things would likely have ended up with me just playing a role I didn't want to. If I'm going to play a role, it should be one I enjoy, right?

And none of those things are exclusive to romance. Like I can take my friends for meals and send them letters and all that, right?

So much of it is down to other people's expectations, so why not play on them for personal amusement?

Go for that lovely Valentine's Day meal all dressed up but with no expectations, knowing just how people will react to 'such a lovely couple'.

(also maybe getting couples discounts I will always game scenarios for profit sorry)

Buy flowers or gifts for one another and hand them over in public, and see how people cluelessly smile and think they know exactly what is going on.

Act ever so slightly close and affectionate, and watch for the 'knowing' glances and looks, so full of vital misunderstanding.

Play the role, not out of obligation or need, but for entertainment and because it might be fun, and laugh about it later. Let other people be oh so wrong, and have oh such a good time as you do so.

getchu a girl w long thick hair we'll leave hair everywhere for you youre so fucking welcome i love you

a pupy is a species of dogie that needs a nap

Mean Girls (2004) House MD (2009)

House drugged that coffee btw

do you guys think vampires use stakes for kink like people use knives

I'm only seven episodes in this is what I'm picking up