Flickering Lights Trace The Edge Of Sight, A City Alive While The Mind Strains In The Quiet. Circuits

Patlabor 2

1993

arasaka tower. p1

Draped across the window edge, watching the passing life, like cells in a vein moving the cogs of industry.

Soft smoke drifts, obscuring false neon eyes, as their owner reaches for hope.

Synthetic compounds, reforming the body into what it should be, pills chased by acidic stimulants.

A world without dreams, where electronic sky’s alight.

With body’s built anew, to match the souls within.

Prices paid, for unity in flesh, where sonder comes with a price too steep.

Transfems only

here's something for the rest of u who need something to click

nuance goes in the tags or in the replies, I guess

PPSA (puppy PSA)

I'm curious. Reblog this if you know how to cook

I don’t even care if it’s macaroni, ramen or those little bowls you stick in the microwave. Please, I need reassurance that most of the population on tumblr WOULDN’T STARVE TO DEATH if their parents couldn’t fix them food or they couldn’t go out to eat. 

imagine how good it would feel at the end of a long day to be able to stretch out on a table and have someone gently unscrew your panels, clean out the gunk from day to day work

all the while they talk to you in a smooth voice telling you about their day, how nice you look, and maybe slipping in something about pretty you are in sleep mode

and after you are all clean and dissembled your dear mechanic reaches even deeper, fingers ghosting over your sensitive wires. you’re still in sleep mode and can barely react as the pleasure builds inside you, as the mechanic begins tugging and angling them just so and you want to react, tell them how good it feels but you just quietly bluescreen as the waves of pleasure wash over you

Like or reblog if you're a Fleshlight for transgirls <3

Oh, let me rephrase

Reblog if you're a willingly Fleshlight for tgirls ^×^ everyone will be filled with girl cum, just a question of if you're going to be obedient about it~

Broken wings, cracked bone exposed between feathers, dripping a neon pallet across dirty sidewalks.

Beauty painted by the glow, spilling from cracks in their masks.

With hesitant steps do angels weep.