Me and the terrifying supercomputer i pulled by understanding the sexual allure of the machine
woah this character is so cool i wish they were covered in blood their whole body trembling with a look of absolute horror on their face as theyre struggling to breathe in panic
Miguel is really beautiful and i think these are his most beautiful pics
SHE KNOWS
After shoving Hansel in the oven, the witch turns to Gretel - who is currently fending the witch off with a gingerbread chair - and says:
“I can’t believe you thought a trail of breadcrumbs would save you. I mean, honestly, this is a forest! It’s full of animals. Honestly, the very idea that a dumb shit like you thought you could get the better of me is absurd.”
Gretel hits her in the face with said chair. To be fair to the witch, she takes the chairshot like a champ.
“Ow!”
“Did you know,” says Gretel, “that crows are capable of facial recognition?”
“Eh?” Says the witch, clambering to her feet and pulling a candy cane sledgehammer off the wall. “What’s that got to do with anything?”
“Not only that,” Gretel continues, “but they can remember both friends and enemies. And they’ll often follow people they remember as friends.”
The two fence with their sugared weapons for a moment, before the witch knocks the chair out of Gretel’s hands.
“Enough with the bird facts! Honestly, this whole attempted escape has been utter clownshoes. Get in the fucking oven!”
She seizes Gretel by the collar. Gretel immediately sandbags, letting her whole body go limp. This eminently practical defense forces the witch to try and deadlift her. Which is hard, as the witch often skips leg day.
“For example,” Gretel says, as the witch struggles and grunts, “if you feed crows a lot of breadcrumbs, they’ll probably start to see you as a friend and follow you in the hope of more food.”
The witch stops. Outside, she hears the thunder of wings.
“They’ll even bring you shiny things they find as presents!” Says Gretel, as a corner of the gingerbread ceiling is suddenly cut away by a large crow with a knife in its mouth.
“Oh shitballs.” Says the witch, as the crows descend. “I hope you know this is a great unkindness.”
“Technically,” Says Gretel, “It’s a murder.”
ok. well better luck next time
Open me up
Take the scalpel to my sternum
Collect my blood in a cup
Slide it down to my appendix
Split my skin open
Caress my body slowly
Take in my hemoglobin
Reach inside and start pulling
Am I not enough?
Remove my organs individually
I'm your star for snuff
Organize them big to small
They are not necessary
Clean out my insides
I love you mon chéri
With tears I pledge loyalty
You fill my cavity
With gears and ticking
You sate my depravity
And yet I hunger for more
You show I am enough
Through pain and pleasure
You cut my inadequacy - it's slough
A surgical lover mending the broken
You love me for me
You make me greater
You fill me with glee
You own me
You don't want control
You want to see me happy
You want to make me whole
You are succeeding
I was broken
You fixed me
I've awoken
You love me
We love each other
Two broken people
Slowly mending rather
We fix each other
Like two machines doing maintenance
Like two dolls doing repairs
Like two supplicants doing worship
Like two people doing their best
Hey, uh, I've been thinking about my own gender identity. I realized that cis people still care about their gender, so, I wanted to know what the difference is between being comfortable with myself, being non-binary, and gender euphoria. I just don't really feel any sort of care towards it. I know you're talking to me, I don't really care what pronouns are used. I also looked in the mirror the other day and got really excited about how long my hair was. I also take great pride in the fact that I know how to walk in high heels. I am AMAB, so I just really don't know. The more I think about it, the more complex gender seems to be. So does anyone have advise on how to figure out what direction to go?
I am an affront to God, and am setting up a replacement. She/Her | 22
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