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maybe i was born to read fanfic and obsess over fictional men idk
RED DEAD REDEMPTION II ⯠Pouring Forth Oil - IV
RIVALS (2024) AIDAN TURNER as DECLAN O'HARA
our faith is a living thing precisely because it walks hand-in-hand with doubt. if there was only certainty and no doubt, there would be no mystery. and therefore no need for faith. let us pray that god will grant us a pope who doubts. and let him grant us a pope who sins and asks for forgiveness and who carries on.
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SECRETARY ( 2002 ) dir. Steven Shainberg
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STIGMA 1977 dir. Lawrence Gordon Clark
Circus
What if I broke my spine forever? My sister would come into the room to draw her portraits in charcoal, of two bulging eyes in a sea of haze grey. Each portrait is no bigger than an index card, arranged on a piece of rigid stock paper, tessellated and horribly consistent. All those dead eyes staring out at her as she renders them incapable of telling her anything. âI hate youâ she would say to me, every time she would finish another. âYouâve ruined it. Youâve completely ruined it.â She would storm out the room, echoing for complete lack of furniture, and I would be left alone with them to watch over me.
I would ask you to pick me up and you would do so carefully, my limp body soft and complete. Can you carry me, lay me on the mattress in the back of the house? Or on the ground, it doesnât make a difference to me. Sometimes I think you donât believe I canât feel anything and most of the time I donât believe you can imagine what thatâs like.
âCrush meâ I tell you. I can only blink my eyes and move my mouth. I could probably wiggle my ears if I tried but I never feel up to it. You would gently press down on my breasts and my rib cage.
âCan you feel that?â
I slowly move my head left to right and back again.
I think about outside and what it feels like to be there. The treetops and the june-bugs and the hatred I feel for summertime. Everyone has gone on without me.
âHit me.â
You look at me like you donât want to but I know where your wonder hides, in the small places like a boy afraid of his own shadow.
You punch me in my side, my arm, my stomach.
âCan you feel that?â
I smile so big like Iâm at the circus.
âCut me.â
âWhat?â
âCut me.â
You look down at me on the mattress. Here I am, unmoving and so horny.
âPlease, baby, if I never ask anything of you ever again, just cut me.â
Wonder-boy takes his buck knife and carves a small canyon on my upper thigh. I wouldnât know if I hadnât watched him do it.
âAgain.â
He looks me in my eyes as he separates another layer of subcutaneous. It is pink and red and yellow and blue and disgusting. I am butter and cottage cheese inside.
He stands there over me, belt unbuckled, denim undone, sweating, afraid, wonder creeping out for a closer look. His eyes are wild, so far from the fog of mine. Yet, we both want the very same thing. He removes his penis from his clothes and his clothes from his body and he slides it, hard as stone, back and forth through the gushing flesh of my upper thigh. I canât feel a thing but I could cum just from watching. I have my own wonder too. The air in the room is hung from the ceiling unmoving like a puppet sleeping on his gallows. I am so lucky that he loves me, I am I am I am. He fucks my butchered leg like a stray dog and I cum over and over and over again watching him.
We embrace like kin in the hospital waiting room. âI am so lucky that he loves meâ I think as he holds me. Despite the bright red picture Iâve painted in the white lobby tonight, they ask of me just five minutes. I donât mind. If I donât look, it makes no difference to me.
ANGEL 1.05 | Rm w/a Vu
I don't want to EVER hear "sexual abuse allegations ruin a man's life and career :(" or "false allegations are just as bad a crime" again. I don't want to hear that ridiculous "imagine the backlash and punishment if the genders were reversed!" argument that shows up every time there's any instance of inappropriate behaviour by women towards men. we don't have to imagine actually!!! we know that in actual real life if a man has a decades long history of sexual abuse and misconduct he gets to be elected president twice!!!!!
Sometimes I just really love the normal well-adjusted nhl players especially in contrast to the ones who arenât. Like wow you have a happy and healthy little family with a beautiful wife and kid(s), and your hobbies are normal and unassuming; that is wonderful! Your teammate over there has to do ritualistic killings before every game because he thinks it makes him play better
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