"You #sassin' me, boy?"
"No, sir."
Vandor slid between the older man and Ryan.
"The lad is simply explaining his scientific research into the matter."
The man #scowled. "Maybe if'e thought more 'bout God he'd be outta 'at cripple chair."
Vandor's eyes lit gold. "You will meet God."
#vss365
#sff
#vss365
‘It was just a bit of #mischief,’ Fred pleaded as Jay put him in a headlock.
Jay #scowled. ‘Turning my chair into a giant thistles as I sit down, isn’t mischief, it’s suicide.’
"You want my help on training this dumbass?" Amarula #scowled. "If the punk ass wants to beat ass so bad, send his ass to Shibuya and hope it comes back in one piece!"
Bailey put her hands down on the table. "If you don't help Jin rescue Cosmo, you ain't getting paid." #vss365
Heyhi
This world a bustling room
Year #scowled as she made her
way across
Days in stopframe
Bad nights we knew in our bones
The party fever pitch
Brims violence
Pray, maybe
Maybe placate
Make offerings
Maybe the cops come
Keep order
Maybe they surround the building
Seal off all escape.
#vss365
The petard hoisters were at it again, mid-Twelfth Night at the Globe. The cast unfurled banners as Dick Burbage raised a pewter tankard, claiming the stage as their fief.
Billy Shakespeare #scowled from the Lords' Room, ink-stained and unimpressed. It was a joy to watch, even sans popcorn.
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“Ikolos, I do remember and you were never there. I do not know where you came but in the beginning there was just the cauldron.” Oklava said and Ikolos said, “No, you were in the cauldron. Everything existed before you.” Oklava #scowled suddenly at the thought. #vss365
Woody Moonchuck adjusted his gamma visors aboard the Refuse Ranger—a space garbage barge, or maybe a garbage space barge. There was a difference.
He #scowled, scrubbing out Trash Compressor No. 8—yah, the one with the twitchy hypervalves and a reputation for eating his flux tools.
#vss365 #scifisat
Oklava pulled the arms from the chains and Ikolos could feel the cauldron softening, the hiding spot of the fates, not out of time but out of place, nowhere and everywhere at the same time. Oklava #scowled as Maid of Knives reached for the arms. #vss365
Scott #scowled at the scullery sink—skillets, saucepans, and soup bowls continued to stack.
"Why, why, and also, why? I'd wrather be writing."
Scott's skull swirled with ideas. The sink swirled with scum.
"Screw scrubbing!" Scott screamed, tearing off his apron and skipping out mid-shift.
#vss365
She was like the #horizon, beautiful and ever out of reach. Like the more distant vantage of the silver moon that erased the eclipse of perspective, I wished I could turn her to me. Her father #scowled as I gifted her a mirror. But the glass revealed her, as she looked only to it.
#vss365
#vssdaily
Captain Eric #scowled. Every dating profile was the same. "Don't message me if you're under 6 arms! I'm a cephalopod gal!" That absurd romance novel was to blame. Eight Arms To Hold You had ruined dating!
He looked at the armless spots on his torso. "Should I get implants?"
#vss365