What humans think of as gut instinct is a voice

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changing these profile recs, so here they are saved for posterity.

Noir by Whereupon It occurs to him then that the rustling isn't just coming from beneath his feet, but from somewhere to the side, as though something is following him, hidden by the tassels and stalks and leaves, and he knows, with a flash of dread insight, that he is not armed. He looks ahead; Dean is no longer visible, and he does not dare look behind him, nor to either side, in case he might glimpse whatever's after him. He smells smoke and realizes suddenly that the field is burning, someone has set it alight, and then without warning he's not dreaming anymore, he's awakened by Dean's hand on his chest, his name in Dean's voice, the way he used to be, all through those weeks after the fire. Every Goliath has his David by Hackthis That little voice in the back of your mind telling you to go right instead of left – that's your guardian. Your guardian is the one who suggests that maybe you don't want to go home with that guy, or that you shouldn't take the shortcut today. Your guardian hints that perhaps you should go home a little early or that maybe the next flight is a better one. What humans think of as gut instinct actually is a voice belonging to someone – something -- else. 24 x 22 cm by Leupagus ATTENTION CADETS, OFFICERS, AND OTHERS INTERESTED IN INTRASPECIES COOPERATION AND NEW EXPERIENCES: WE ARE LOOKING FOR A FEW GOOD SENTIENTS TO ASSIST WITH A REVOLUTIONARY STUDY THAT IS SURE TO BLOW YOUR SOCKS OR EQUIVALENT LOWER EXTREMITY COVERINGS OFF! ALL PARTICIPANTS MUST BE SEXUALLY WILLING, ABLE, AND ACTIVE. OPEN MINDS A MUST. IF YOU ARE TIRED OF OF BOLDLY GOING WHERE NO MAN HAS GONE BEFORE, BOLDLY COME WITH US! Wayfinding by Rageprufrock Sam is a giant and a genius. He takes a fuckton of women's study courses, and every year, he goes to Take Back the Night and stands out like a massive, awkward beanstalk in an ocean of girls with Buddy Holly glasses. He vets all her boyfriends. He sort of telekinetic and scared of it, but he fights it, it works it, he tries to control it. He always wants to listen, to know how you feel about something. He always wants to help. He fights with Dad because he thinks Deanna deserves better, that he deserves better. He wants, and he wants to give, he wants to help. He makes her laugh. To Fuck and Fight by Likecharity He fucks everything up, because that's all he knows. He scares the shit out of all of them, partly for revenge and partly for pure amusement. And Freddie goes mental, fingers tight at the collar of Cook's shirt, face so close Cook can feel the cold sweat of his nose against his own. Yet still, he doesn't hit him, doesn't headbutt him, doesn't kick him in the balls—nothing. And Cook feels himself longing for it, aching for it, for something. Something's swelling in his gut, anticipation tying his stomach into angry, impatient knots. C R E D I T S