stalking her profile to find her irl location, running into her by "chance" without saying who you are, going back to her place and looking at all her plushies and asking why she has so many, spiking her drink with LSD and age regressing her and calling her by her username as she cums on a giraffe

[showing my ID at the club] damn can't believe I'm tricking these absolute rubes into thinking I'm of age

me and the homies stickin it out to the very end, 7:30am at the new years rave woke up a couple hours ago... worth every second happy new year everyone <3

what if people on the internet were nice to me what would happen???????? ALT TITLE: alright you fucks

what if people on the internet were nice to me what would happen???????? ALT TITLE: alright you fucks

tgirl fight night (you should start one too)

fight club 2niteeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee ready to low key get my fuckin ass kicked in every actual fight but then beat everybody up extracurricularly after

kms @ the typo here but also when you think about it me being a better guitar player than the guy who (very kindly in actual fact) gave this guitar to me is essentially guitarcucking something something touching her better than you can something something you should probably just give her to me

broken doll acquired from the back of a mutual friends's closet I will repair her. she will be reborn anew. (but first I gotta learn guitar electronics lmao)

HUGE CONCEPT: antibreaking. a tired loli artist gets a message from a 30 year old hater telling her to "see me irl" little did she know, she was about to be taken up on it - and her entire self-concept was about to be changed.

dunno if anybody else does this but my stories are primarily meant to be read aloud, and I read em to people and to myself as part of my process might fuck around and record audio versions of the stuff I have out so far? question is where would I put em

I AM BACK IN VERMONT MY SEPTUM PIERCING IS REALLY COLD HOLY SHIT

hounds wear greasies handlers wear hi-shines #solovair #nps-solovair #ad

thinking about kione's turning point in handler's words (feeling like you're surrounded by nothing but dogs) and her realization that everyone around her is ruled by base desires and impulses which are to be transcended, and how that reminds me of some buddhist concepts I learned recently (🧵 1/)

I'm still absolutely possessed by the spot-on goofiness of DRUMHOUND the drummer is (typically) the only member of a band who is sitting down. they are saddled up behind a large apparatus that produces thunderous explosions. drummers should wear muzzles. why don't they already? new heights here

grooming my non-drummer dog girl roommate into playing drums for me but only teaching her through jamming with each other so her playing style stays childlike and unrefined and is directly shaped by my influence alone, essentially creating Meg White 2 ...DRUMHOUND

philosophy, religion, and cults are inherently sexy because they can answer every possible question. ideas that fill your head so fully whose application is so universal that they touch every aspect of your life without exception, and change you from the inside out. ideas are penetration, really

brewing green tea at boiling instead of 80°C so it gets all bitter and yucky then forcing the teapot spout into the mouth of a very displeased tea enjoyer girl and making her chug it way too fast and it just like spills all over her and uhhhhh

NEW DOG -- OLD TRICKS (8k word mechsplo dommebreak fic) Finally managed to get something published !! really hope y'all enjoy! (and do bear with it if anything is wonky it hasnt published on ao3... ever,. so) archiveofourown.org/works/76477381

*AAA game protag voice* I should beat my shit crazy style. Hmm. Lotion. Could come in handy later. Heh. Handy. Should probably beat off first. Should probably beat my shit before doing that. I'm not leaving until i beat my shit.

mfw I have lost friends over my bullshit so now I just wear it fully on my sleeve from the jump and coast by unscathed via interpersonal swag (and also being unapologetically on your bullshit helps signal to others that it's in fact okay and cool for them to be weird too, which is therefore praxis)

before sex evolved, there was violence. prehistoric single-celled organisms had no reason to touch each other - until they started killing each other. in this sense, violence is the primary form of touch. the one whose roots reach back the furthest. maybe that's why we so often conflate the two.

Nothing makes Sartha Thrace feel festive the way donning her gay apparel does

sartha thrace could never beat me at air hockey

put the last bit of the soy sauce in a little dish to eat some scallion pancakes at my desk I immediately spilled the dish. fuck it, mopping them shits in the puddle til it's gone

psychosomatic dmt death dump

stabbing a girl with a highly realistic spring-loaded prop knife without telling her it's fake she feels the punch of the knife bottoming out, the massive dump of a million different kinds of brain chemicals she trusted you how can adrenaline numb the pain so much get fucked.

the following reality has just hit me like a ton of bricks: I could stab the shit out of women with a comedy haha retractable joke knife

MASSIVE PLOT TWIST: JUST FOUND OUT THE GIRL WHO GAVE ME THIS VERY WARHOUND COPY WAS ON THE SAME TRAIN AS ME HEADED ELSEWHERE THE BABES WERE COMING FROM INSIDE THE HOUSE how bout that dude damn

my mom saw my new warhound-poisoned aesthetic and instantly went and dug out my grandmother's old ww2 marine corp jacket and gifted it to me I'm not sure how I feel about wearing something with USMC printed on it but also shmii shmiiiiiiii she's like 'PUT PINS ON IT' love my fuckin family dude 😭❤️

FIRST TIME BACK IN NYC IN A YEAR THE MACHINES NO LONGER DISPENSE NEW METROCARDS THEY CHANGED THE SUBWAY MAP. WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO MY CITY. DADDY MAMDANI SAVE ME

locking the fuck in for this 10 hour train ride, hopefully there's no babes on here

went into the bathroom to find that the hose for the bidet had torn and was spraying water everywhere all over the floor etc and, while there is now water leaking from the ceiling downstairs that I simply gotta wait to run its course, I'm also like, damn, what if that was a girl's neck

people keep saying lesbians have sex with these but I don't really get it? am I supposed to just...

seeing a lot of bunnies lately

wrote a yearnpost about servant girl objectfucking but am gonna just make it a story instead

this is why I got bottom surgery btw

I FORGOT TO ADD ABOUT THE SEPTUM PIERCING WHEN ME AND MY ROOMMATE WERE WALKING HOME AFTER, A YUPPIE WOMAN YELLED AT US OUT OF THE WINDOW OF HER CAR, 'FUCKING CRACKHEADS!' WE DID IT REDDIT

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is it sadism if you don't know any better

little dom who abuses her victims with the kind of sadism that can only come from childhood, the lack of any sort of moral compass or inhibition that leads to burning ants with magnifying glasses and tearing the heads off toys

putting a billiard ball in a sock and hitting people with it tier list

we invited an egg to tgirl fight club last night. she's Exploring. I brought my pills in case she wanted to try one. "just to see how it feels" all of the girls around start piping up talking about giving her a shot. "estradiol injection bukkake" now she's trying a new name/pronouns with us.

so I was planning on getting my septum pierced tomorrow but I might've gotten my nose broken at tgirl fight club tonight 10000000% worth it

I am an ancient child priestess from carthage. I survived the punic wars. I blended into roman society. I witnessed the crusades, the black death sustained to this very day by a single brush with primordial divinity: in 2012, my 80-year-old endo prescribed me premarin.

a cult leader who said the world was ending gives a sermon after it fails to do so, calling it a test of faith. as soon as she's in private, she flies into a blind rage, beating her attendant and closest devotee to death. "she abandoned us because she wasn't strong enough." a girl cries with love

just so everybody knows, I think you all rule and absolutely wanna chat and be homies with all of you, but I am plagued by deep agonies of inferiority on a cosmic scale

little wing (for the angel girls)

inadvertently pavloving an apologygirl into getting worse by backhanding her whenever she says sorry (she loves it)