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01/07/2023 Red Til Price At Muthur | Sesame Rate | Copra Price | Coconut aAte | முத்தூர் | எள் ஏலம்
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shoutout to anderson for being cheeky at the interviewer
#hes such a silly.#thats the best response to that question though thank u jon. im going to use that everytime my coworkers ask me that now#yes band#jon anderson#this is living in my head rent free rn. couchsurfing#fav#“muhy muthur :]”
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Angel's have puppies, and call them baby sisters
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WondLa book 1 36-37 liveblog:
they really let a twelve year old drive a hovercraft except it for sure would be easier to drive in a big empty area than on busy streets
Eva turning her back but secretly listening to Rovender and Muthur reconcile is soooo ough its such a child thing to do (as in being a child of two parents, trancending age)
doing CPR to gils is a rad af concept
the fact that the Goldfish runs on water is so damn cool i wish we had cars that ran on water (ik that hydrogen fuel is mildly similar but still- if they could run on salt water thatd be rad)
Muthur is called Muthur zero-six so I'm wondering if she was made when the Eva/Evan six was made and that perhaps she raised kids six through nine? I'll have to check later if Eight mentions anything about previous kids.
(Also I'm pretty sure there was talk of boys in the same position as the Evas named Evan but we gotta get to the city first before I can check on that)
#also major spoilers but like#picking up at my bookmark on 36 i was surprised muthur wasnt yknow- XP yet#the search for wondla#wondla#eva nine
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Touch Me [Walter X GN!Reader]
Summary: You and Walter are currently the only two people awake on the colony ship headed for the outskirts of the galaxy. And while most people would find the company of a synthetic to be unsettling, you have come to realize you much prefer his presence over that of other humans. And perhaps you enjoy his company even more than you originally thought.
Rating: Teen
Warnings: Making out, implied sexual thoughts
Reader: Gender Neutral
Word Count: 3.1K
Notes: I recently rewatched the entire Alien franchise and rediscovered my love for Walter. Because of course my dumbass feels connected to an autistic-coded character...There really isn't much plot here, just self-indulgence via smooching a big, wholesome android. And, as always, no beta. I die a warrior's death.
Living with a synthetic is easy. Like a faithful company android should, Walter has always done exactly what he’s supposed to when he’s supposed to. He never interrupts your work unless absolutely necessary and he doesn’t dare disturb your sleep unless following explicit instructions from you or MUTHUR to wake you in time to complete your tasks.
In addition to being an efficient and reliable worker, Walter has also proven himself to be a surprisingly pleasant companion. Conversation, it seems, comes naturally for him and his seemingly endless internal database of poetry and literature means he can recite any one of your favorite stories upon request. Though it’s strange to admit, there’s a pleasantness to his voice that makes every encounter with him comforting.
In fact, the more time you’ve spent together, the more you’ve come to realize just how much you truly find pleasant about him. The mesmerizing tint of his electric blue eyes. The imperfection of his crooked smile when you tell him your worst jokes. The gentleness of his touch despite the inhuman strength of his body. You know these are all things that were programmed into him by some random company engineer years ago, but you can’t shake the feeling that there’s more to him than a bunch of 0’s and 1’s. He’s not just a robot designed to serve man, he’s…Walter.
The stronger your connection feels over these first few weeks of travel, the bolder you get when it comes to exploring your affection for him. It starts with accidental brushes of the hand against his arm or a gentle press of your palm between his shoulder blades when you squeeze behind him in a tight corridor. Fleeting touches that can easily be written off as necessary interactions given the nature of your environment. He, of course, doesn’t seem to mind at all. Every time it happens, he responds to your apology or “excuse me” with a courteous little grin and a brief utterance of reassurance.
On a particularly bad day, when nothing seems to go right and the loneliness of space grips at your heart, you ask for his comfort and he obliges. His hand rests on your shoulder until it simply isn’t enough and you ask him to hold you. No request is too much for Walter, so sure enough you find yourself wrapped in his arms with your head resting on his chest. Even despite his lack of fleshy internal organs, you find he’s just as warm as any human would be. And when he murmurs soothing words in your ear, you realize that no human could possibly comfort you the way he can.
“Walter?”
“Yes?"
“Hugging you like this,” you murmur quietly into his charcoal sweatshirt, “Does it feel good for you?”
“If you’re inquiring as to whether or not I enjoy embracing you, yes. I find it quite satisfactory.”
“Good.”
“Is this embrace satisfying for you?”
“Very."
“I’m glad.”
To your surprise, the hand that had come to rest in the center of your back begins to move in slow circles. When you shift beneath his touch, the movement ceases.
“Apologies,” he says as he abruptly steps away. The loss of contact leaves your body yearning for the comfort.
“No need to apologize, Walter. It’s fine, really. I…” You hesitate for a moment. “It felt nice.”
You stare each other down, both of you searching for answers to questions neither of you have asked. You know it’s probably just your mind playing tricks on you, but it seems as though he looks nervous. Then again, hard not to notice an aura of uncertainty coming from a presence that is usually nothing but certain.
“Have you ever touched someone like that before now?” You ask.
“No. I’m afraid it was never the company’s intention for synthetics such as myself to engage in intimate contact.”
You try to stow away some of the sheer sadness you feel knowing what he’s said is undoubtedly true. “Oh. I’m sorry.”
“Why are you apologizing?”
“Because that doesn’t seem fair. Being surrounded by people your whole life and knowing that none of them will ever hold you. Knowing that the people who created you never even wanted you to be held.”
“Fair or not, it is simply a part of my programming.”
You frown. It frustrates you to no end. No matter how many times he or the little voice in the back of your head tells you that he is simply an android following his programming, you want to argue that there’s more to it than that. That he genuinely exists and deserves to live.
“Aren’t you curious?”
“In regard to what exactly?”
“Touch. Don’t you ever wonder what it’d be like to truly be touched? To be held and caressed and cared for by someone else?”
“It is something I have pondered over from time to time, sure.”
Your heart is racing in your chest as you consider your words. It’s crazy, you know it is, but you can’t help yourself. “Would you like me to touch you?”
Walter’s head tilts to the left ever so slightly, much like a dog who’s heard his owner utter the name of his favorite toy in casual conversation. Those dazzling blue eyes blink a couple of times as he considers your question.
“Yes, I believe I would.”
An inaudible sigh of relief slips from your throat. You nod, more to yourself than to Walter, and step forward to close the distance between you. He doesn’t move in the slightest, just stands there and watches your every move with the scrutiny of a scientist at work.
You start by taking his right hand. Pulling it from his side, you raise it up into the space between your bodies. Your right thumb traces over his knuckles while your left hand gently pushes the sleeve of his sweatshirt up toward his elbow. Just like any human you’ve ever met, there are delicate hairs all along his forearm that jump back into place as the fabric of his sleeve slides past.
After watching those little hairs shift around exploratory strokes of your hand along the backside of his arm, you turn it over and trace the now exposed lines of his palm. You feel like those storied fortune tellers of old Earth who search for hidden meanings in the imperfections of a person’s skin. But instead of seeking out some clue to the distant future, it’s as if you’re seeking the very essence of humanity in Walter’s palm.
“You have a soft touch,” he notes as you ghost your fingertips over the almost velvety surface of his inner wrist.
Your eyes flick up to his face to find him still watching you with a nearly unreadable expression. “Does that bother you?”
“Not at all.”
Reassured by his response, you can’t help the tiny grin that pulls at the corner of your mouth. And as unbelievable as it sounds, Walter’s gaze seems soften at the sight of your smile.
Suddenly feeling as if you’ve been caught witnessing something you were never supposed to see, you hastily draw your focus away from his face and back down to the hand in your grasp. Your fingers trace the lines on his palm a few more times before you curl his fingers inward one by one. When every single digit has been bent into the familiar shape of a fist, you rotate his arm once again and bend his wrist back. Then, with painstaking patience that could drive a man insane, you slowly unravel his fingers with your own until your palms are flush against one another.
“Like Dürer’s Praying Hands.”
Sparing a glance upward once again, you see him gazing at your pressed hands with a nearly awestruck look in his eyes. The way he appears mesmerized by the very sight of this contact, you’d think he’s staring at the aforementioned German artwork itself.
You elect not to say anything, choosing instead to spread his fingers apart with your own. Once they’re fully splayed out, you slip your fingers in between those outstretched digits and tenderly grasp his hand. For the briefest moment, his fingers remain fully erect as if every joint in his hand is locked in place. But, like the sun setting upon its earthly horizon, they soon slowly fold downward until your hands are delicately intertwined.
There’s a tangible silence in the room as you both gaze upon your interlocked hands. The only sounds you can make out around you are the distant beeps of some far off console and the soft exhale of your own breath. And when Walter’s eyes shift from your hands to your face, that breath only grows heavier. He looks curious, anticipatory.
“I think I’m beginning to understand why humans hold hands as a gesture of affection.”
Your brow raises instinctively. “You like it?”
“It’s pleasant.”
“Would you be willing to let me touch your face?”
He blinks, seemingly processing the inquiry. Then he replies, “Of course.”
Using your free hand, you reach up and gently cup your palm along his jaw. As usual, he doesn’t even flinch at the new touch. He just keeps his eyes locked on you while you explore the new frontier that is his visage.
At first, you examine his face like a parent searching their child for minor cuts and bruises after an afternoon of rough housing in the backyard. It’s gentle, yet full of meticulous observation. Intimate in a way only familial touch can be.
But after a while, you become familiar with the feeling of his skin and allow yourself to truly caress the face before you. Fingertips press into the most delicate patches of skin at the back of the jaw. Your thumb tenderly rubs his cheekbone as the butt of your palm teeters at the edge of his mouth. It’s not your intention to feel his lips just yet but it can’t be helped when your skin brushes past them. And just like a human’s lips would be, they are tantalizingly supple against your skin.
Goosebumps crawl up your forearm when you feel his breath tickle the inside of your wrist. Witnessing him breathe is one of those things that never ceases to fascinate you or quell your incessant desire to prove Walter is more than just some carbon copy synthetic. What need would an artificial person have to breathe if they were simply meant to be servants for mankind? Why make them so incredibly real if they aren’t supposed to live a real life? Why strive to recreate the inherently flawed design of the human body if they aren’t meant to be human?
“Is everything alright?”
Walter’s voice draws you out of your thoughts so violently that he may as well have shoved you out of the airlock. You blink yourself back to consciousness and are startled to find your thumb resting at the edge of his top lip, your hand still cupped along the sharp line of his jaw. His breath continues to tickle your wrist with every exhale.
“Y-yeah,” you stammer as you reposition your hand away from his mouth, “Everything’s fine.”
“You’re displaying early symptoms of common influenza,” he counters matter-of-factly, eyes piercing right through the shield of your lie. “Your heart rate is elevated and your body temperature has increased by half a degree.”
Your body temperature may have only risen by a fraction of a degree but it may as well be several dozen considering the sheer heat scalding your cheeks. The thudding of your heartbeat has become incessantly loud and your breath nearly gets trapped in your throat.
“I’m sorry,” you blurt as you pull yourself alway from him.
His brow immediately furrows with confusion. And if you dared to study his expression any longer, you may find the look on his face hints at disappointment.
“I’m afraid I don’t understand why you’re apologizing. You’ve done nothing wrong. If you are unwell, I would be happy to tend to you in the medical bay.”
“No!” The urgency in your voice catches you off guard. You swallow the lump in your throat, hoping it will take some of the embarrassment down with it. “Thank you. But, I’m not sick, Walter, I promise. I’m just…Nervous.”
His head tilts again. If it weren’t for the fact that you’re actively staving off immense shame for your handling of the whole situation, you might actually be able to acknowledge just how endearing you find that little tick of his.
“May I ask why you are nervous?”
A breathy chuckle escapes the confines of your throat. A nervous laugh that you had no intention of letting out. Walter appears even more puzzled by the reaction.
“I’m nervous because I’m touching you,” you admit, “Because touching you is something I’ve been wanting to do for a long time now. And because now that I’ve done so, I want to keep doing it.”
“Then why did you stop?"
It’s a question you weren’t expecting. But, of course Walter would be the one to bypass formalities and outright ask the hard questions.
“Because I feel guilty.”
“Guilt would imply that you’ve committed an offense or violation.”
“Running my hands over your body and caressing your face like you’re my lover sure as hell feels like a violation,” you argue.
Despite your tone growing erratic, he remains as stoic as ever. “I guarantee you, it isn’t. You asked for permission and I granted it.”
To your utter surprise, he reaches out and gently grabs you by the wrist. Despite your astonishment at his decision to reinitiate the contact, you don’t argue or pull away when he guides your hand back up to his face. Deep down you know this is the outcome you truly want, even if it’s one you never imagined you could have.
“Feel no guilt,” he says as your hand comes to its resting place along his jaw, “I want you to touch me.”
Your heart skips a beat at those words. It’s a statement that makes your mind race faster than any engine in the universe. Sexual innuendos and Freudian subconscious aside, the significance of his declaration isn’t lost on you. He isn’t just standing there, letting you explore his visage like some statue being admired by museum patrons. He’s now an active participant driven by his own desire to be caressed. To be caressed by you.
The mere notion of him wanting this is enough to conquer most of your hesitancy. Swallowing whatever fear remains, you bring your other hand up so that you’re cupping his face between them both. Your thumbs stroke at his cheekbones.
“Tell me what you’re thinking.” His voice is soft, restrained. He knows it’s dangerous to spook an already anxious animal.
You dwell on his words for a moment. His eyes, sharp and disarming as always, seem to peer right through your orbital cavity and into your brain itself. If he looks hard enough, he may very well discover the thoughts that are tucked away inside your mind without you even needing to put them into words.
Before you can convince yourself not to, you say, “You’re beautiful.”
He blinks. It’s clear he wasn’t expecting that.
“The color of your eyes. The shape of your lips. The strength of your jaw.” You all but sigh as you trace the line of his jawbone with your middle finger. “I admire everything about you.”
“And what about the fact that I’m not actually human? Do you find that unsettling?”
You shake your head. “No.”
“Why is that?”
You nearly scoff at the question. “Because you could introduce me to a hundred strangers on Earth and I can almost guarantee you that you’re more human than most of them. You have shown me more kindness and empathy than half the people I’ve met in my lifetime.” You slide one hand down to his chest, splaying your fingers out over the spot where his heart should sit. “It doesn’t matter what parts you have or what fluid flows through your veins. I still care for you, Walter.”
In a way, you feel exposed. You never fully considered just how deeply you feel for him. Though, the more you think about it, the more you realize that it shouldn’t be much of a shock at all.
“I would like to kiss you.”
Now there’s a shocking statement.
“What?” You stare at him in awe, unsure that you heard him correctly.
“I said that I would like to kiss you,” he states, “If you find such contact to be agreeable, of course.”
Words are unattainable for you in that moment so you settle for a nod.
He leans in and kisses you softly. He’s so careful, so unbearably gentle that it feels like his lips simply ghost over yours. It isn’t unpleasant, of course. It’s simply too delicate. The whole thing is over before your brain can even process what’s happening. It leaves you yearning for more.
When he pulls back to look at you, he can see the dissatisfaction painted on your face. “Did I do it incorrectly?”
“It wasn’t…wrong. It was just very quick. And much softer than I was expecting.”
“I see.” He thinks for a moment before adding, “Would you like to do it again your way?”
“You want me to kiss you?”
“Yes.”
His eyes instinctively lock on your mouth to watch as your tongue darts out to wet your bottom lip. “Okay.”
You reposition your right hand from his chest to the side of his neck and pull him back toward you. When you kiss him, you do so with passion. Your lips find his like a drowning man resurfacing for air after being jostled by the sea. Not violent, but desperate, as if Walter’s kiss could save your life in the cold vacuum of space.
He may not know what he’s doing, but what he’s doing is right. When your tongue presses against his lip, he opens his mouth to welcome it. When you tilt your head to deepen the kiss, he shifts just enough to make it deeper. When your nails dig into his skin to drag him closer, his hands find shelter upon your waist to steady himself. He may be a synthetic by design, but it’s clear from the way he kisses that he is human by nature.
You’re nearly gasping by the time you break the kiss. The breathless wonder of a good kiss is a feeling you have sorely missed and, judging by the blissful look in Walter’s eyes, it seems he’s just experienced something similar for the very first time.
“I have to admit, I prefer your method,” he muses as a tiny grin pricks at the corner of his mouth.
You can’t help but return that grin with a big smile of your own. Your thumb grazes across his bottom lip. “Well, good news: you and I have a lot of time to explore more methods, if you want.”
“I fear there isn’t anything you could offer that I wouldn’t want now.”
#This went from a quick blurb to a full-on one-shot so fucking fast#Can you tell I'm a touch starved man who wants to love this touch starved robo-babe?#Need more Walter content ASAP#Walter One X Reader#Walter One X GN!Reader#Reader Insert#Alien Covenant#Alien Covenant Reader Insert#Walter One#Michael Fassbender X Reader
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Rabine Flory , Barathy Akkan, Kumar Muthur Iqra Mirza, Fracois Delacroix, Sheryl Bennett by Steve Ney for Sicky Magazine July 2022
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QUADRILATERAL LOVE !
❒ csn, smg, jwy x idol! fem! reader
❒ smau, written(partly), romcom, SLOWBURN
❒ being a newly debuted group from the small company, KQ, you're already getting yourself into scandals and many allegations have been made about you. how will you battle through the public and feelings you surprisingly catch in between everything?
❒ wonyoung of ive, bahiyyih of kep1er, chaewon of le sserafim, hanni of newjeans and more as you read on!
❒ milky way by @ad0rechuu (amazing!!!)
❒ 1st august, 2023—
❒ @asherthehimbo (dm to be on taglist!!)
₊ ⊹ ACT 1 ⎯ BE THE DRAMA !
✦ 000 ⎯ ASSTROIDS☄️💫
✦ 001 ⎯ BUTTEASE👴🏻🤏🏻
✦ 002 ⎯ OTHERS
✦ 003 ⎯ ZAZA ALLEGATIONS⁉️
✦ 004 ⎯ LET'S GO LESBIANS‼️😍
✦ 005 ⎯ GOSSIP GIRLS🫢💅🏻
✦ 006 ⎯ Y/N'S GIRL DINNER⁉️🤭
✦ 007 ⎯ POOKIE BEAR😍🫶🏻🫧
✦ 008 ⎯ INKIGAYO MCS⁉️🫨
✦ 009 ⎯ STINKY BUTT FUCK😡👎🏻
✦ 010 ⎯ THE LESBIANISM IS FADING...😰
✦ 011 ⎯ MOTHER IS MOTHERING😢🫶🏻
✦ 012 ⎯ DHMU CUZ😭😭😭😭😭
✦ 013 ⎯ ITS FINE NOW HMU🤭🫶🏻✨💫💞💗
✦ 014 ⎯ WONYOUNG STRIPPER ERA⁉️💸🤑
✦ 015 ⎯ THE BOYS R FIGHTING👴🏻🤏🏻
✦ 016 ⎯ WE CHILLIN🍃🍃🍃
✦ 017 ⎯ YUH PRODUCER LINE GET IT‼️‼️
₊ ⊹ ACT 2 ⎯ CANON EVENTS ! ?
✦ 018 ⎯ WHUT R U DOING AWN THE NEWS⁉️😱
✦ 019 ⎯ MAKING MY MOVE😈
✦ 020 ⎯ WHO'S PUSSY DO I NEED TO POP❓🤨
✦ 021 ⎯ BATTLE FOR THE FANCALL🤺🥷
✦ 022 ⎯ WAR BEHIND CLOSED DOORS🤫
✦ 023 ⎯ 6TH MEMBER OF STARLETZ🤭💝
✦ 024 ⎯ JEALOUSY JEALOUSY BY OLIVIA RODRIGO😢
✦ 025 ⎯ THE GAYS R AT IT AGAIN🤺🤫
✦ 026 ⎯ INKIGAYO INCIDENT☠️☠️☠️
✦ 027 ⎯ SORRY GAYS😔💔
✦ 028 ⎯ MUTHER DID WHUT⁉️🫠
✦ 029 ⎯ NEVER BEATING THE ZAZA ALLEGATIONS😫
✦ 030 ⎯ IT'S TUFF BEING STR8🥱🤒
✦ 031 ⎯ PROS OF BEING A STALKER😍👂🏻☕️
✦ 032 ⎯ CONS OF BEING A STALKER😨🫢❓
₊ ⊹ ACT 3 ⎯ W WIII ! ? ! ?
✦ 033 ⎯ BREAKING APART☹️
✦ 034 ⎯ POOKIE IS FREE⁉️
✦ 035 ⎯ POOKIE ENVY😒😒
✦ 036 ⎯ POOKIE VS KEEHO😫
✦ 037 ⎯ WHY IT SMELL LIKE CACAS IN HERE🤢🤮
✦ 038 ⎯ KIDNAPPING POOKIE XOXO👹
✦ 039 ⎯ POOKIE IS THE 6TH MEMBER OF STARLETZ⁉️😨
✦ 040 ⎯ WHAT HAPPENED TO MUTHUR❓🫣😰
✦ 041 ⎯ HJ SLANDER😢💔
✦ 042 ⎯ OH...😨🪦
✦ 043 ⎯ DON'T PUT ME ON THE NEWS😡😡😡😡
✦ 044 ⎯ NAWT GOING BACK‼️🥱😤
✦ 045 ⎯ MOTHUR HWA😭😭😭😭
✦ 046 ⎯ DON'T START SMTH POOKIE😐🙄
✦ 047 ⎯ HE STARTED SMTH WAAA😵
✦ 048 ⎯ COMFORT BY THE LOML🫶🏻
✦ 049 ⎯ WHY R U GUYS ACTING SO GROSS N WEIRD❓🤮
✦ 050 ⎯ WHUT IS GOING AWN TODAY⁉️😍🤑
✦ 051 ⎯ RAPPER LINE GET IT YUH‼️🗣️🗣️🗣️
✦ 052 ⎯ WHICH WAY DO I GO❓🤔😶🌫️
₊ ⊹ ACT 4 ⎯ EMBRACING THE STR8NESS . . .
✦ 053 ⎯ BEING A LESBIAN WAS EASIER THAN THIS😔
✦ 054 ⎯ ZAZA RIZZ Y/N⁉️⁉️
✦ 055 ⎯ GIGGLING HIGH SCHOOL GIRLS😰🦶🏻
✦ 056 ⎯ WHO'S UR DEALER❓🤑🥵
✦ 057 ⎯ CARRYING THE 5TH GEN‼️💯🗣️
✦ 058 ⎯ CARRYING MY POOKIE BEAR😔🥺🤱🏻
✦ 059 ⎯ THE GIRLS R FIGHTING⁉️😭😰
✦ 060 ⎯ WHST DID YIU DP⁉️🧚🏻♀️🤔
✦ 061 ⎯ TENSION EVERYWHERE😭😵😫💆🏻♀️
✦ 062 ⎯ I'M SAWRY LUVER😢💔🫂
✦ 063 ⎯ MCS COMEBACK⁉️😫😍🏃🏻♀️
✦ 064 ⎯ U TWO R WHUT😵😵😵😵😵😵😵😵
✦ 065 ⎯ DON'T PUNCH MY BRO⁉️😡
✦ 066 ⎯ BROS MAD, HOES SAD😔
✦ 067 ⎯ POOKIE THERAPY‼️🫶🏻🥰
✦ 068 ⎯ SUCCESS🤓🧎🏻♀️🏌🏻♀️
₊ ⊹ ENDING 1 ⎯ SIR MINGLES PRINGLES !
✦ 069 ⎯ FORGIVE ME MY LUV😢
✦ 070 ⎯ I'LL BUY U PRINGLES🕳️🤸🏻♀️
✦ 071 ⎯ EXPENSIVE SEXY DATE⁉️🤠
✦ 072 ⎯ GOING SUMWHERE FINALLY👽🫶🏻
✦ 073 ⎯ EVERY FANBOY'S DREAM😫😩‼️
₊ ⊹ ENDING 2 ⎯ WOOF BARKBARKARF YOUNG !
✦ 074 ⎯ BARK AT THE ENEMIES😡🗣️🗣️🗣️
✦ 075 ⎯ ADOPTED⁉️🤱🏻😍
✦ 076 ⎯ POOKIE APPROVED😫🧚🏻♀️🫶🏻
✦ 077 ⎯ MCDONALDS DATE❓😟🤨
✦ 078 ⎯ I'LL BE ANY BREED YOU LIKE😍🦮
₊ ⊹ ENDING 3 ⎯ CHOI SAM BAK CHOI(菜 心 白 菜) !
✦ 079 ⎯ DATING SCANDAL⁉️😰
✦ 080 ⎯ U WANNA HIT😳🤭😶🌫️
✦ 081 ⎯ WHEN U DON'T SERVE CUNT🫠
✦ 082 ⎯ THE BOY BECAME A MAN😧👀
✦ 083 ⎯ HE BUILT LIKE MY BOYFRIEND🤭
₊ ⊹ ENDING 4 ⎯ THREE IN ONE ! ?
✦ 084 ⎯ FOURTH WALL😬🫢
✦ 085 ⎯ WHAT IF I WANT ALL OF THEM❓🤔
✦ 086 ⎯ CUTELY PLANS CHAOS🧎🏻♂️🧎🏻♂️🧎🏻♂️🏌🏻♀️
✦ 087 ⎯ CAMERAMAN POOKIE⁉️🫣
✦ 088 ⎯ 3 KENS & 1 BARBIE🤞🏻💗🤭
©BRRRKDSLEK 2023
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Happy MuThUr's Day, everyone!
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Copra Auction At Muthur Regulated Market | முத்தூர் தேங்காய் பருப்பு கொள்முதல் விலை 20/05/2023 | AQSE Group | Copra Market today
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"Understood, MUTHUR," David says to the Covenant's onboard AI as it announces their imminent landing. David's voice is calm and measured, but there's tension in his expression and in his grip on the ship's controls. He's not worried about the crash-- forty seconds. thirty. the ground is fast approaching.-- but there's an illogical flicker of apprehension tickling at the back of his mind. He knows for a fact that he's secured the embryos of both his human colonists and of his children, and yet he feels needless concern about their safety in the face of the upcoming impact. Perhaps this is what humans mean when they talk about "parental instincts."
His head whips forward as the ship meets the ground. He pauses for a moment to regain his bearings, then sets off to check systems, re-secure the embryos, and put out any literal or metaphorical fires that might have erupted throughout the vessel.
Overall, things could be worse. It will take some time to make the necessary repairs, but the Covenant will fly again. Eventually.
...unless it doesn't need to.
The planet on which David's found himself isn't in his databanks. It's uninhabited, it has to be, and although it doesn't seem to be anything like Earth or Origae-6, it's possible that the malfunction that's stranded him here was more fortuitous than frustrating.
What would Elizabeth say? Have a little faith?
He brushes himself off, fixes his hair, and takes his first step into what might be the new Eden.
"..."
What.
David's blink protocols run twice in rapid succession to express precisely how dumbfounded he is by the sight before him. It appears as though there's a human woman some distance away. Every logic circuit in him says that that should not be possible, and yet...
"Hello," he calls out softly, taking a slow step forward. My, my. What do we have here?
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Muthure, I crave B A G U E T T E
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Mandi Market Highlights: Pear and Coconut Prices Surged on February 20, 2023
The topmost gainer among mandi market commodities was Pear(Marasebu) - Pears variety in Zaloosa-Chararishrief (F&V) Market, Jammu And Kashmir. The prices averaged at INR 3,888.89/Quintal and ranged between INR 4,166.67/Quintal and INR 3,611.11/ Quintal on 20/02/2023. The prices surged higher by 300% from the previous day.
The Coconut in Muthur Market, Tamil Nadu, surged higher by INR 5,065/Quintal or 220.22% over the previous day to average at around INR 7,365/Quintal. The commodity was priced at INR 2,300/Quintal yesterday.
Another top gainer was Ginger(Green) - Other variety in Mumbai Market, Maharashtra, which edged INR 9,700/Quintal or 202.08% higher to settle at INR 14,500/Quintal, when matched with previous day price of INR 4,800/Quintal.
The other commodities to register notable surge on 20/02/2023 included Marigold(Calcutta) - Other variety (Pune Market, Maharashtra) and Pomegranate (Noida Market, Uttar Pradesh).
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