CRAZY CAR ART ”S30Z (サンマルゼット)”
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زعل مرتو وقالاا كلمه مافي روحه
فاق بليل لقاها عم تدعي شو عم تقول مابيعرف عم يسمع تمتمه بس
فات يتحمم انحرقو عيونو بصابون فتح المي لقاها متلجه قال لحالو معلش بتصير كهربا مااجت ....ركض عصوبا مالقا صوبا .قالا وين صوبا قالتلو شلتا لان مافي مازوت شو حاطينا منظر بس.وهي معصبه.
لبس وهو بردان وايديه طاريه من البرد وعم يرجف راح عشغل مالقا ��اصات ولا مكرويات قال لحالو متلي متل هل الناس لدقا مشي وصل عشغل قال لااعمل كاسه شاي دفي حالي فيا لقا مطربان سكر فاضي وشاي فاضي عاملين عليهون غوزو رفقاتو
ضرب ايدو عجيبتو لقا جزدانو فاضي مافينو يجيب ظرف شاي لانو كان الو نهارين بس قابض قال ماشي عديا ..لسا مابلش شغل انقطعت كهربا ..........كفي ولا بلا انتو تكفوااا على طريقتو ..
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“Pegasus: Some Loves Hurt More Than Others” is the title of this artwork created by James Croak using a 1963 Chevy lowrider and a stuffed horse. (photo by Charlie Hayward)
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Pecinta Fashion dan Kustom Kulture Pasti Suka Fazzio
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Hand painted second-hand leather gloves - inspired by old Slavic embroidery and traditional Balkan tattoos
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I know you’ve probably writing about it before, but there is just something so lovely about a human not understanding alien courting customs and accidentally doing a lot of them to an alien, who is feeling like they are getting a lot of mixed signals from their human friend! Would that be a usable request? Love your writing!!!
OOOH anon I'm such a sucker for "accidentally doing something considered flirtatious by a different species toward a member of said species"
I feel like in the kind of modern sci-fi settings I use for my writing there's an extra level of awareness and drama, because while an alien surrounded by members of their own kind might assume you're coming onto them purposefully, your alien crewmate is very aware of the cultural differences that come with interspecies work. They know you're unaware of the courting methods of their species, much less the specific traditions of their people.
They wouldn't expect you to know that sort of information anyhow, so they're not offended when you offer to share from your canteen during a mission without realizing the intimate, personal implications of the gesture. How would you know? Humans share drinks all the time, they were thirsty. What kind of friend would you be if you didn't share?
You were right, of course. Water-sharing to you was just a kind gesture, there was no reason to deny your affection. Their mouth met where yours had been, and they feel so close to you they ache.
There are times they feel guilty. When you shut you eyes and stretch, casually letting the entire universe know that you trust them to protect you when your tired, or when you drape one of your blankets over the both of you while you watch a movie and they can smell you from all sides. There are times they want to tell you: This doesn't mean as little to me as it means to you. You're kissing me in my native tongue, y'know.
They know they shouldn't be indulging in the idea that you're acting on any kind of romantic interest, but they just can't bring themself to tell you. There was too much of a chance you would stop.
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CRAZY CAR ART ”Z33 (350Z)”
Drawn by order of ian
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mame mame rock / (c)ozizo
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A Mortal Heroine - An Ode to Ani
A Mortal Heroine – An Ode to Ani
Where do I begin?
She turned the question over in her mind, caressing it, provoking it – fearing its weight, its depth – the callousness of the beginning, summoning her. Before long the anxiety set in, petrification – her breathing shallow, rapid, the choking kind.
She could almost see the shadow of his presence, taste the foreign object jammed down her throat and feel the torrent of salty…
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