you literally have to unironically listen to some shit like party rock anthem so you don’t kill yourself
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you literally have to unironically listen to some shit like party rock anthem so you don’t kill yourself
i love turning off lights. no need for all that
wearing my dogs muzzle when its at work
What is a no choices night?
Imagine for a moment that the clock strikes 6pm and from this point forward, you are no longer in charge of anything that happens. You respond to instructions only. If you reach a decision point, you ask for direction. Ideally there's protocol on common things, how to ask for food, the bathroom, water. No choices means no choices. If you're not allowed to do something specifically, you cannot do it.
If you're instructed to do something, you do it without thinking. You just follow directions. For me, the ideal version of this allows me to be nonverbal, collared and leashed. I am not to go beyond the reach of my leash without explicit instructions. If I'm told to do something in a specific way, I carry out the task as instructed.
This could mean I'm using my mouth on the person holding my lead, giving them oral exactly how they tell me to. It could mean cooking them a meal. We watch what they put on the TV, we go where they say we go, we do what they say we're doing. No choices means no choices.
Clear?
Thinking about the impersonal nature of violence, rough hands and nameless uniforms, dragging and grasping at limbs, pushing, shoving, pinning down, striking with fists and batons and boots…
Faces concealed by balaclavas or gas masks, eye contact denied by tinted reflective lenses. Not an inch of skin showing under that dark tactical gear, hiding an inhuman evil. Gloves with armored knuckles knock teeth out of your mouth. Elbow pads slam into your gut when you try to squirm from the last bone-shattering impact. Your captors stare inquisitively through unblinking reflective visors before hurting you again. No way to fight back against the cruel armored figures.
warhound for trans guys but its stock car racing instead of mechs
Me and some of my moots tbh
my mp3 player is my friend she would never show me an advertisement
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hungry for the cream cheese bagel table
fetlife sucks ive seen the word neurospicy twice within the first five minutes of browsing
sleeping with your wires exposed is practically asking for it
the forest rape trip is separate from the forest mushroom identification trip ok we can’t make this mistake again
[hoping you'll pin me to the ground and fuck me into the dirt] do you wanna go play outside
mmghghhh....
trans girls have warhound trans guys go watch the choking scene from full metal jacket and get back to me