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chavladjaxon · 6 months ago
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Weekly/monthly/ I don't care how much time; set of pic cause that work
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389 · 3 months ago
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The Puffer with Barry Keoghan for Burberry
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zegalba · 1 year ago
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JUNTAE KIM: 'Punkouture' Collection, autumn/winter 2024
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aboutaileather · 6 months ago
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carsthatnevermadeitetc · 2 months ago
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Mercedes-Benz x Moncler Project G-Class Past II Future, 2024 (1990s), by NIGO. A restomod G-Class that is a new one-off art piece inspired by fashion designer, music producer and creative director NIGO. It merges the quilted aesthetic of the Moncler puffer jacket with the G-Class to revive the design and "bring it into the cultural landscape of the present."
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mientus-com · 1 year ago
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New Moncler
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tightsweatyclothes · 6 months ago
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With the crunch in the service industry worsening year on year, the government has started a new program, fitting female prisoners with AI service programs, turning them, on the surface, into elegant-looking robot assistants who carry the luggage, clean the rooms, and even in some cases, make reservations for the guests. The great advantage of these assistants is that apart from the time needed to charge up their systems, they can work at any time, constantly at the beck and call of the guests.
Breathe in, breathe out. The helmet is dark, stinking, sweaty. Except for her own laboured breath, she hears nothing. Except for the pitch black in her mask, she sees nothing. Trickles of sweat run down her forehead, her temple, her thigh, her back, but she cannot wipe them away. Itching nibbles at her privates, at her armpits, all over her torso, but she cannot scratch. Drool drips out of her gag, stains the tight mask, runs in a tickling and annoying line down to her chest, but she can neither swallow it nor wipe it away. The tight collar presses at her neck, insistent, unceasing, reminding her of what will happen if she disobeys an order, but she cannot loosen it even a little.
The AI transmits the sequence of blips and squeaks which means she must turn right, and she turns right, keeping her movements smooth, resisting every urge to tear at the thick layers imprisoning and stifling her. She walks forward, grips the handles of a push-cart, brings it to the elevator, each action a different command, a different sequence of annoying and overloud beeps and squeaks and crackles, whose meaning has been drilled into her by countless hours of torture. Her bladder presses at her, and she presses her sphincter tight, trying not to leak into the suit.
Finally, she is commanded to head back to her charging post, still unable to make a single movement out of line. Breathe in, breathe out. Try not to scream, try not to fidget, try not to claw at the heavy padded layers, try not to claw at the places where it itches and tickles. At the charging station, she presents herself with feet together and hands behind her back, whereupon she is force-fed another portion of slurry. The cable connects to her collar, locks the shackles about her wrists and ankles, and only then, with her hands shackled tightly behind her, with her ankles locked together, is she allowed to curl up in her cage to sleep.
Even her sleep is curtailed, constantly interrupted by her own full bladder, tickling sweat and drool. She bucks and strains against the shackles, screams into the gag in frustration, the only time she is allowed to struggle against her predicament. Finally she falls asleep again, but barely an hour later the AI shocks her awake, forces her to check-in a customer who has just arrived in the dead of night. She pushes down her growl of frustration, makes her way to the counter without missing a single step, where the customer only sees an elegant android who asks in a dulcet AI voice for his ID, assigns him a room and follows him along with his luggage.
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br3akfestattiffanys · 1 year ago
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I edited this Selkie jacket slightly more pink ୨ৎ*·˚
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saccharine-dreamer · 6 months ago
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Bora Aksu 2024 Fall Ready-to-Wear
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png-magician · 1 year ago
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hard-like-ai · 7 months ago
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alexalphajack · 10 months ago
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aboutaileather · 2 months ago
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hotchsdoormat · 1 year ago
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HES SO TALL AND BROAD 😭😭😭 WOOF
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mientus-com · 1 year ago
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New downjacket for Christmas
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ma-1freak · 11 months ago
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