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“sweet mother, I cannot weave – slender Aphrodite has overcome me with longing for a girl.”

(🌿 Ranni/Doll)

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*casts this on you*

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stop telling robots they 'pass' as a compliment, passing the turing test is not required from robots for them to be valid, also stop assuming robots even want to pass, it's not the only thing that being a robot is about and is based on anthropocentric standards that you really should be dismantling in the first place

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Somewhere in patch..

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the church tower of her throat, and shaking hands. the silk cusp of her neck; the sanctity of between-spaces. the liminal blood; the rumble before speech. a throat is poetry. a throat is a midnight. a throat is under a thumb, under a palm, swallowing hard.

and how she is not yours. this is just how you stave off the winter. you watch her tilt her head back, singing, and force your body into silence. you are a good person, and would never wound your future by wanting what you cannot have. you school yourself: and just where would her claws go? only into your heart; that open tomb you keep so wide, ajar.

but when bowing your head for prayer, how close you come to saying the name stored under your tongue. clipped into a cinnamon packet, you staunch the flood of her. the art of self-denial. you practice being better. you will be good like your mother taught you, a bird in the hand, a perfect child, sleek and elegant and undesiring. you are never going to be too-much, you will shovel feathers down your mouth until your naked skin is perfectly raw. you are going to behave and never swim in the image of her soft sighing. you are going to sit on your knees and drink the water and never be so angry that you come up spitting from the mud.

to want something is to be destroyed by it, after all. and you have seen how she moves and the way the light glints in her eyes. you have studied your hollow bones and found all the ways she would enter you - salt, fire, straight-and-through to your core.

when you lean yourself back and listen to her footsteps on the morning grass: you know she is the fire and you are the coal. this is the girl that will close her teeth gently around you - and take you, entirely, body and soul.

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this is still my favourite tweet of all time

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Fantasy Sociology (what would it do to agriculture if there was dragons)

Fantasy Psychology (the mental effects of having certain patterns of thoughts that generate fireballs)

Fantasy Biology (what if u had lighting sacks in yr cheeks)

Fantasy Chemistry (these r the elements and what u can do with them)

Fantasy Physics (orbital mechanics and magical floating rocks: a guide)

Fantasy Mathematics (its just normal mathematics)

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nothing will match the raw adrenaline that pumped within me and my friends at seeing one of these bad boys spawn

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Don’t underestimate how badly I want to be around to name the next supercontinent

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Telekinetic gf who says “C’mere babe” and floats you across the room into her lap

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If I was an evil galactic empress I bet it would increase my sex appeal by AT LEAST fifteen percent

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I’m love them methinks

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by @telsonknife

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Who makes the porn bots. Where do they come from. What do they hope to achieve.