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Can you draw the Task Force doing training drills? Also, I love how you draw, and your rendering is French kiss
they are serious about bets
usual rounds..
Here you go! 💥💥 and tysm anon 🪱🪱
Doomed siblings have me on a chokehold in a way no trope can ever achieve. Something so gut wrenchingly beautiful about two kids going through unimaginable trauma and coming out damaged forever. I always eat it up. Maybe they stay together and find solace only in each other, used and kicked out by society! Maybe they end up on opposite sides of the war! Maybe they end up betraying one another! Maybe one of them dies haunting the narrative forever! Maybe one of them destroys the world for the other! So many endless tragic possibilities!
Something silly. Do you recognize the ref?
She’s so 💜🔮🍂🎆
Strange racists and homophobes on the internet seem to have access to an alternate way cooler version of TV than me. "every white character on TV is in an interracial relationship" "every show has a gay couple in it" "main characters keep having to secretly be bisexual and nonbinary" "every show has gratuitous full frontal nudity" like damn promise?? What channel???
remember to bury the dead with a phone, everyone. these days the ferry terminal at the river styx wants you to download a fucking app
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please don't say that
ITS APRIL 13 YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS
FETCH ME NEIL
larry: wait your parents were deported?
mel: oh no lol i misheard. my parents are dead.
Javadi posting about Jesse and effectively standing up for herself with Robby and then gets defended by McKay and then having flirty energy with the intake woman and then immediately working with Mateo who she couldn’t NOT embarrass herself in front of last season. She’s twenty one soon. She is a girl who is going to be okay.
actually i will start crying again if I think about the fact that it really didn't take robby all that much to open up. that it really took just the slightest tap and he was breaking. duke really seeing him, fully acknowledging the severity of his shit, talking quiet, extending empathy, extending friendship and connection.
and it didn't take that fucking much. he didn't have to torture it out of Robby. he was just firm and kind. not beating around the bush like jack has done and not harsh like dana and not vague like cassie.
saying I see what you're doing. I know what you're thinking. are you sure?
and that's all it took to get a little more out of Robby. a moment of actual genuine vulnerability. a verbal admittance of how bad it's starting to get. how much he needs this hospital but how much it's killing him.
and it is partially because Robby is so tired, and it gets so hard. he's keeping up all his anger to mask the hurt but that's exhausting. and it's harder and harder to keep it back. so the second a listening ear is extended by someone who's been safe for him he's laying it out. oh Robby they could never make me hate you. what a deeply human character.
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your weird obsession with moral purity is degrading your critical thinking skills and poisoning your ability to empathize with other people btw
your weird obsession with moral purity is degrading your critical thinking skills and poisoning your ability to empathize with other people btw
Not interested in empathizing with rapists. Especially any that engage with CSA.
let’s put our thinking caps on for a second. do you genuinely believe that is what i wanted you to take away from this post
Your originally post? No.
Your reblog with the addition of tags specifically calling that out? One could argue you’re making the case that such content is not an exception to the blanket rule you are proposing.
ohhhh ok i see. you think that playing pretend sometimes is the same thing as actually doing the thing. of course! this post is about you then
It’s not about me. It’s about the fallacy of your argument and reblog. Nice attempt to distract, though, pervert.
When you eventually get arrested for playing out your fantasies in real life, I hope you get chemically castrated.
It’s sickening to fantasize about raping someone or having sex with your relatives.
your worldview is dependent on personal disgust which is why this post went over your head and also why you’re unable to identify early warning signs of fascism. because you’re too busy accusing consenting adults of being yucky
As long as there is some category in your head of UnPersons, of people whose suffering is not merely neutral, but good, moral, required, there is a bypass in your soul for committing atrocities. One of the goals of fascists is to first, create and name this group. They'll pick Jews, they'll pick gays, they'll pick sex-offenders or communists or furries, immigrants or heretics - whoever is convenient. Whoever they think will work.
Then, once it has become established that their Target Group has no rights, that there is no cruelty they do not deserve, no sadism too perverse, they will begin trying to lump their real targets in with them.
So you see that it starts with signs that say Throw Your Local Pedophile Into A Woodchipper. You laugh. Pedophiles are monsters. Who is going to defend a monster? Why not throw them into woodchippers? Fuck em'. But then the default accusation of the fascists becomes accusing all their enemies of being pedophiles. They start going, you know, I think those trannies are only making all this fuss about being allowed to use the bathroom because they want to peep on little girls. Maybe those gays that want to talk about LGBT history are just trying to groom little boys. Maybe everyone that I hate is secretly evil and I am allowed to do anything that I want to them. How wonderful. How convenient. And wouldn't you know it, the woodchipper is already warm.
@jesuistropfatiguee712, this is what Miseria is pointing out. That your obsession with finding someone that you're allowed to hate is bypassing your normal moral compass. It is! Look at yourself! When you had a disagreement, you immediately decided that the person you were arguing with was a pervert, then jumped into a fantasy where you, what, hoped she got caught raping someone just so you could have the satisfaction of seeing her castrated? And then, as if you were on some level aware of how repulsive that was, you had to throw in another dig about how gross perverts are. So gross! So gross that it's okay to fantasize about them getting castrated! So gross that it's okay to fantasize about hurting them! You're not deranged! They're just sooooooo grossssssssssss.
My wife is a survivor of CSA. It's hard for her. It's hard for me. I feel like I spent the second and third year of our relationship in a therapy office lobby. I was there when she told her siblings what her dad was. I was there when she told her mom what her husband was. I held her together as best I could in that time. It felt like trying to hold a grenade together by squeezing it with my bare hands. It was awful. I don't know how to write about how awful it was so I mosty just don't write about it. It was more awful for her, but it was awful for me, and I only had one friend I could talk to about it, because everyone else would go on these unhinged rants about how they wanted to throw her dad in a woodchipper and dance in his guts, or how they hoped he went to prison and got beat to death by other inmates, or, better, yet raped. And it made me sick. And the one friend that I had that could talk about it and sit with me in a way that did not make me feel sick to my stomach was a victim of CSA himself. He just wanted to feel safe again, he just wanted to learn how to trust people again, he just wanted his rapist to go to jail, where he wouldn't hurt anyone else ever again, but he didn't have elaborate torture fantasies. He didn't want to hear them from others. He could sit with me, and cry with me, and the gratitude that I feel for him is unspeakable. I owe him so much. He would puke to hear the note of hope in your comment, your hope that your opponent rapes someone just so you could be maximally vindicated in your rage. There is a sickness here that I cannot make words for. Please change.
Please.
I can’t stress enough how obsessed I am his BEEFY ARMS and the FARMERS TAN and those NECK WRINKLES and the FRECKLES omg what if I just took a chomp out of those BICEPS what then
people really asking “why trust ROBBY of all people” and “wth happened in those 10 months” as if Robby didn’t prove to Trinity on her VERY FIRST DAY that he was a man to be trusted when she hesitantly, fearfully, came forward about his GOLDEN BOY and not only did Robby follow up immediately when she had no reason to believe he would, but he very calmly came to check on her and reassure her that it wasn’t her fault. and then he spent the next 10 months letting her trust her gut and telling her that was a good thing. her special sauce.
My pale and slight ass was born in the wrong era. I was supposed to be a sick little princelet. I should be coughing blood into a little handkerchief and asking mamá why it's so cold.
Please dear beast the fever saps my vigor and the nearest apothecary is two days by cart
missed opportunity to give him a tighter tac shirt.