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@eldtritchfae
When Frued said women desired male phallus', he was right but not in the way he expected. At least for me, I desire to have one not in a ftm way but an Alpha way in the omegaverse way.
Like, I love being non-binary and presenting as a femme. But I yearn for a sword to pair with the void.
Oh, Could you?
Oh, how has another trial been thrust upon my beating heart? Oh, does dearest Eros delight in my mind when I think of you.
Oh, how I should confess to the listless divine for my unquenchable thirst of your soul and amorous thoughts of your flesh.
Oh, dear, how I should like to feel your bones beneath my touch, every bump, and crack of the life you have lived and continue to mark upon your being.
Oh, how I should like to feel when your heart race, like a fervent metronome, should I dream it does when you look to me? Does your heart beat along to unstructured symphonies, as mine freely dances with?
Oh, how I should like to feel the calmness of your steady beats and breaths when your heart learns it is my touch upon your chest.
How I should like to know if you think my breath could replace the rush and dreamy buzz upon your lips. How I should like my lipstick to stain your fingertips.
Oh, I am indeed hopeless. Oh, could you dream of me?
Could you dream of the lazy days, the good and bad, the boring and intense? Could you think of me as I do?
Oh, dear, has Eros found delight in my curious longing.
Liking someone is not for the weak. I yearn to create for them, to devote and possess.
I sincerely wonder how I ever managed to get through exams because I'm in my final year of university, and work assignments feel like a sisyphian task or rather the moment before doing the task evokes a sisyphian reaction
I love how my professor refers to us students as his kittens. It is very sweet. However, it did raise which cat we all were.. I was promptly told I was a racoon he mistook for a kitten or a very feral orange cat.
I am my own worst enemy when it comes to assignments. Like, I had two weeks to do this. Why am I speed running my entire year module into a single weekend?
I once dreamed about George Clooney giving head to the Red Hulk during an intense chess/yu-gi-oh esc battle between him and Linguini.
As someone who took etiquette lessons, politeness is an incredibly effective tool for disarming bigots. You can either force them to reconsider their words/actions by directly and calmly confronting their behavior (by using the rules of society in your favor), or you can dip entirely while they appear to be in the wrong.
Both options are great.
Because the thing is, when bigots pick fights, they are 100% counting on you to get louder than them. Or meaner. They want you to react emotionally and provide fodder for their 'You're Too Emotionally Immature To Understand' cannon.
What they aren't expecting you to do is say one of the following phrases in a polite, concerned tone:
Are you okay?
That's not the kind of language I was raised to use with others.
Do you need a moment to think on why that wasn't acceptable?
This is no way to engage in intelligent conversation. Please try that again in a kinder tone if you'd like this to continue. (I really like this one because it lets you turn their public-shame rhetoric around)
For those of you who'd are spiteful and/or dealing with Fundamentalists/Evangelicals/generally shitty Christians:
What's happening in your life to cause you this much anger? I can't imagine hurting so badly that I need to hurt other people.
Who taught you it was acceptable to treat other people this way? Certainly not the Jesus I remember.
Whatever happened to 'judge not lest ye be judged'?
If I talked like that in front of my parents or grandparents I would be ashamed.
I think there's something you need to pray on before we try and have this conversation.
And my all time favorite:
"It sounds to me like there are some seriously dark and angry forces at work in your heart."
(Nothing stops a Christian bigot in their tracks faster than implying the Devil is causing their bigotry. But you MUST be calm, polite, and gentle with your tone and wording. It is absolutely fair to twist the rules and play them at their own game, but you gotta play hard.)
TLDR: It's much faster to use etiquette, politeness, and rhetoric reversal when eviscerating idiots online and in person, because they aren't expecting you to weaponize their behaviors back in their direction. Don't get angry, get spitefully polite! :)
no, spotify, i don't want to use ai to "turn my ideas into playlists". i already fucking do that with my brain and hands and i do it for fun. what, should i get ai to pet my cat for me? to play my silly games for me? to spend time with my beautiful wife for me? how about i rend you asunder
Brain: How did he get passed our defenses? Our self-deprecation is impenetrable.
Heart: He was forward, flirty and reverent.
Brain: SON OF A BITCH
clunkiest water graphics I've ever seen
I’ve never been so happy that a video has sound.
CRONCHY
@thevastnessof dont hide this excellent contribution in the tags
clunkiest water graphics I've ever seen
I’ve never been so happy that a video has sound.
CRONCHY
@thevastnessof dont hide this excellent contribution in the tags
Whenever I start crushing on someone, it feels like I'm cheating (??) on my maladaptive daydreaming partner.
Like, brain...wdym. That's some undiagnosed behaviour we don't have funds for.
When the obsession for a character hits a little too hard:
A true artist, truly irreplaceable. Rest in peace (or give 'em hell, whatever makes you happy), Maggie. Thank you for sharing your light with us for so many years.
