mmmmhhh.... sure

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mmmmhhh.... sure
my horny obikin-ism today was Anakin having an absolute massive schlong that hits Obi-Wan's cervix every time they fuck. But obviously, Obi-Wan just grits his teeth and bares it and Anakin is physically incapable of holding back in any way whatsoever. So.
Alisa and the Unexpected Dip
Alisa had envisioned a day of cheerful chaos at the annual school fete: supervising the cake stall, perhaps a turn at face painting, definitely not this. She sat perched precariously on a narrow plank, the chill of the metal seeping through her swimsuit, her arms crossed tightly against her chest in a futile attempt to ward off the inevitable. Water dripped from her hair, tracing cold paths down her face, mirroring the frown etched deeply between her brows.
When Mrs. Henderson had asked for volunteers for the 'mystery activity,' Alisa, ever the eager helper, had readily agreed. "It's for a good cause, dear!" Mrs. Henderson had chirped, her eyes twinkling with an amusement Alisa now understood all too well. The 'mystery' had been unveiled with a splash and a roar of laughter: the dunking booth. And Alisa, in her well-meaning naivety, was now its reluctant star.
The first few dunks had been a shock. The sudden plummet into the icy water, the gasps, the scramble back onto the seat, all under the gleeful shouts of her classmates and even a few teachers. Now, a dull resignation had settled over her. She watched the next eager participant, a mischievous Year 7 boy, wind up for his throw. Her expression, a mixture of annoyance and a nascent sense of humor, betrayed her internal monologue. This is not what I signed up for, she thought, a shiver running through her. Definitely not.
Yet, as another ball soared through the air and connected with the target, sending her plunging once more, a tiny, unexpected giggle escaped her. Perhaps, just perhaps, there was a certain perverse joy in this unexpected turn of events. Or maybe it was just the shock of the cold. Either way, Alisa, soaked to the bone and thoroughly disgruntled, was undeniably the talk of the fete.
oh fuck me
I ran out of my antidepressants
that I've been on for the better half of a decade
ssri withdrawal isn't deadly but I can tell you from experience: it's shit
I'm doomed
Not feeling all that happy today
ok i lied i love trains i saw this view and was immediately thrown back to 2018 and now i want to take a train across snowy canada with my grandma
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thinking very hard about barista eddie today