I’ve had enough
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I’ve had enough
Men made decisions to rape with fellow rapists. They decided sexual abuse and torture were bonding experiences.
Language matters. Stop removing men from their active role in raping children.
they sold me to two direction
I need more context. what is different about this from one direction? do you still have a messy bun? is it even music anymore? im so curious..
i don;t know
im scared
Alters having negative triggers is really such an ironically remarkable concept in a vacuum. I can't handle the grocery store today so lemme patch in Overstimulation Steve, who has a meltdown when they get overstimulated
Having headmates who are front triggered by things they hate
space-vibe
Cats from The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess
02-18-2026, 9 AM
Out of Touch
Out of Touch Thursday
OUT OF TOUCH THURSDAY
but im out of my head when you’re not around…
dirge is a cannibal the way an obligate carnivore will eat human flesh. the way a tiger will attack and eat a passing traveller through its territory, if its hungry enough. the way you have to put down a wolf once its gotten a taste for human blood
he was hungry, and people are made of meat. made of sinews and marrow and blood and heat, and a fresh kill steams enticingly in the cold winter air. who goes grocery shopping for a temple dedicated to slaughter and death? the strong hunt the weak, and we don't cater to free loaders here. a small moment of kindness, whispering something like a secret. ill show you something your brothers wouldnt have told you about. you were born with teeth for a reason, little idol
when it wasnt survival, it was desecration. bodies as objects, tools, toys. broken corpses made mockery of. nothing to bury, nothing to grieve, loved ones torn apart by human hands but savaged like an animal. teeth marks on limbs, organs half swallowed. an intensification of pain, just for the sake of suffering. hatred and misery unending
now? now it is a form of worship. a new god at the altar, prayers in the night betwixt twisted limbs and pleased sighs. dragging a tongue against the writhing form of an intestine, a homecooked meal where you can feel the love in every bite. hot iron and salt, ichorous bile never tasted so sweet. there is no part of you i would look away from, no hidden pleasure i wouldn't kiss. i'll happily adore every part you let me see, and every part you hide from me. the thin barrier of skin keeping your vital secrets away from prying eyes, but i wouldn't dare carve you open, not until you get the wound started for me. this layer of seperation between us, sheets and shirts and underwear and flesh, let me unzip it bit by bit until we are wound up inside each other, no meaningful distinction where you end and i begin. surrounding me like an embrace, like a memory, pulsing bleeding alive, warm and tender and vulnerable, love and devotion and worship. let me pray here, let me rest here, let me take my daily bread here, let me worship the thin membrane of your stomach lining and the pulsing mechanisms of your liver. let me taste you, every inch, i promise you won't find me wanting. you're feeding a different kind of hunger here.
thank you for the meal
Reconciling the fanon that Gortash has a disability with his 20 DEX like:
40 point buck
Can yall believe there are people out there who identify with their bodies? Like they look in a mirror and recognize their reflection and go "oh! Thats me!" Wild. Sounds fake.
i am so violently sick of advertising. its everywhere it creeps into every inch of reality that it physically can theres no escape from how invasive it is. cant even rickroll people anymore because theyll just get a 30 second advert for car insurance
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