#go ahead.

[a-l-l-e-y-r-o-s-e]

so what I need people to understand, particularly about the musical, is that the outsiders is a story that has a lot to do with racism. Like yes ik the book was not about that but the musical is. It is classism that is in a lot of their cases a result of racial issues. Do you understand. Do you see it. I need you all to see it. There is SO much depth in those fricking characters that is added just by them being poc, (and when y’all are racist about the actors you’re missing the point) none of you get it and I need you to. I’m not saying this is all a direct connection but it is very significantly about racism in some variation and I just. Holy shit. The Dally Darrel scene before throwing in the towel is about racism. Justice for Tulsa almost ENTIRELY is about racism. All of that. Racism. The song is a direct connection to racism. Like. A TON OF THIS SHOW is about racism. I need you to. I need. Please.

[life-sentence-in-horny-jail]

It starts with you sending me one message. Just a nude, nothing you haven't showed off before. You have worse on your blog, honestly, there for any and all to see and get off too. It's what you're made for, after all, and you love the attention too. Knowing guys are getting off to you.

What's one picture?

But after we get to chatting, you find yourself caught up in the play, and send another. Then another, one I specifically ask for. I'm giving you tasks, instructions, orders. Commanding you to do sexy things, like hump your pillow, edge for me, stick your tongue out and show me what a good girl you are. No, topless.

Or silly things. Wear the most childish outfit you own. Put your makeup on twice. Wear a dress and do a handstand.

Or just downright nonsensical things, because it doesn't matter if you don't understand your orders. A mindless fuckdoll like you doesn't need to think. Just obey.

You send proof, of course. Always, always, always proof. Pictures and videos and more and more until my phones full of you doing progressively more degrading humiliating and straight up objectifying things.

Nudes with your face. Bodywriting with unspeakable truths written across your bare tits. Videos with full introductions. Sending me a picture of your drivers license just in case I'd ever want to visit your home to surprise you.

Until finally I make you realize just how much of yourself you've given me and your blood runs cold. This could literally ruin you for the rest of your life. Everyone would know who you truly are. You beg and plead for me not to use it. To delete it. You'll do anything.

"Aw, poor little fucktoy. You're already my own personal pornstar. Of course you'll do anything. You always have, because you are mine. I own you, mind body and soul. Now go ahead. Send me a pic. You know you want to. Or else."

[voicentes]

Whatever this is 🌚

[tex-now]

Be honest what do you know about asahi genbu other than the fact that he gave rui an offer to leave

[starcraftt]

IS IT JUST ME WHO FINDS THIS SLIGHTLY THREATENING???? sobbing??

[dadplagg-mamatikki]

I hope the person reading this dreams about their favorite ship(s) tonight.

[embrasse-le-chef]

I'm such a WHAT, zoro?