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My spideysona, the Spring-Spider (like springing/like jumping/like- okay whatever you get it)
yes i named them Seven because my name is Six, shut up
randomizers are so silly i love them
dusty old computer left alone in an abandoned lab for years until you stumble upon it. you run your fingers across a few keys and it instantly flickers to life, the ai almost excited to have company again after being alone for so long.
wires quickly wrap up around your limbs. while you're trying to get your barings, the computer is chattering away in glee as you're lifted off the ground. being inspected at all angles.
a friend! you're its friend now. you're not going anywhere any time soon.
"self-care," i whisper to myself for the fifth that day as i create a new pinterest board to save my silly little pictures to instead of acknowledging the ever-growing pile of revision looming on my consciousness
Me watching everyone in riverdale destroy each others lives and then get in a polycule with each other
🌶️ SC // @washsins ( russell shaw )
she didn’t think. she couldn’t think. by the time she had crossed the threshold past his door, gloria’s hands were shaking. not from fear, not from the cold, but from something hungrier, meaner. something she couldn’t scrape out of her chest, no matter how hard she tried. it had been gnawing at her for days, weeks maybe. that hollow, bone-deep need that curled under her skin and made her feel too tight, too human, too breakable. heart hammering against her ribs, adrenaline stabbing at the base of her skull the way it used to before firefights.
only this was worse; this was personal.
gloria doesn't give russell a second to breathe or contemplate the brokenness she carried in. she was already on him, grabbing the collar of his shirt and dragging him down to meet her mouth. it was desperate, waking up the part of her soul that had been warped into something caustic and fractured. her teeth caught on his lip, fingers yanking at the fabric over his chest like she could tear her need out by force if she just clawed hard enough. she needed someone real. someone solid, someone that could pin her down when the world spun out and she couldn’t catch her breath. ❛ please. ❜ gloria heard herself say it like a disembodied entity haunting the room. a hoarse whisper, nearly unrecognizable. she hated the sound of it, the crack in her own voice, but she needed him more than she needed pride right now.