Banimal's Space for Crap She Likes
A blog for hot adult content, like tax law.
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Scout’s body was exposed and bare to the flickering neon lights that hung above him. Those photons held no softness in their illumination. They cut across his skin, showing every twisted detail and did not hesitate to reveal each groove and dip. Raised scars twisted down his thighs, intertwining to coalesce at the juncture between flesh and stainless steel.
There was a final twist of the wrench and a sickeningly familiar pain bolted through him. Despite the near-constant frequency of this sensation, he still couldn’t resist the instinct to jerk back in shock. Scout muttered a curse before he had the foresight to snap his mouth shut. He sucked in a ragged breath, praying that Engineer would overlook this indiscretion. The man had made it all-to-clear what he thought of Scout’s vulgar outbursts. -
Photoset reblogged from Cat Bountry vs. Earth
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And nothing can stop me!
Except maybe incontinence.
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Video reblogged from TANNERTIME
I need to see the rest of this guy’s 24-hour Boat-O-Cross marathon.
I HAVE TO SEE IT.
Okay, I laughed. A lot. I should do a 24 hour Oregon Trail.
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I painted this thing in photoshop when I was 21 or 22 or something. I miss creating art. I don’t have time for it any more :(.
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Post reblogged from LOOK AT ME, MA
His palms are sweaty, knees weak
arms spaghetti
there’s vomit on spaghetti already
mom’s spaghetti
He’s nervous, but on the surface he looks calm spaghetti
to drop bombs
but he keeps on spaghetti
