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I have no reason to share this other than it’s hilarious https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/05cdfef9f311.gif ))
D---> Thank you, I am the royalty of yaoi and I give the community what it wants. #yaoi
TRIBBING CAN ALZO BE #YAOI...IF YOURE BRAVE ENOUGH....
yaoiful 8lessings upon you and your kin
ask and you shall receive
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This pLLace is very yaoifuLL today , Squeak. #yaoi
i like dat #yaoi where they bring out the worst in each other
My prey awaits this night.
not gonna lie this one is pretty sick congrats to @taciturnCharlatan enjoy this and all its clowny glory https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/c418e821d8ab.png ((never drawn kurloz before so this was a fun interpretation :catjam: ))
oh sorry, no saw 2 needle pit for me, thanks.
Your Smirk Is " Pissing Me Off " A Little.
#wwizardwwednesday #lairsandlusii #fitcheck #wwizarding #sorcery #majyyk #lovve #philosophy #wwar wwizard wwednesday has come and gone long enough wwithout a meaninful contribution from yours truly the prince of hope therefore im blessin you all wwith an introduction to both my neww and improvved divvine robes #myrobes and the character ill be bringin to the sord coast at the advvent a LAIRS AND LUSII SORCERER HIGHTIER https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/37aa1a49b6d8.png
they better not let my hungry ass in those broodin cavverns
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i see yah, hun. you know the tax. honk honk. #redromposting
.⋆♱⃓ I fear not many of you know how to eat a𓆩𓆪 and that’Z te𓆩𓆪ifying 😰
₍^. .^₎⟆ Meow!꠹
damn he's so good with his hands.
morning wood beam.
.⋆♱⃓ You a𓆩𓆪 pi𓆩𓆪 me o𓆩𓆪 and make me laugh. Confuckulations
Screw it i'm g⚣nna p⚣st it n⚣w -3- this is a fic between @carcin⚣Geneticist#1023 and @centaursTesticle#5457 Enj⚣y! #ya⚣ip⚣sting #nsfw #vide⚣sexting #Pleased⚣ntbet⚣⚣cruelwithmyfanficIw⚣rkedhard⚣nitthanky⚣u #Iwill⚣nlyacceptcriticisminthedms The s⚣und ⚣f an inc⚣ming vide⚣ call alerts Equius, Karkat had been b⚣mbarding him with texts c⚣mmanding him t⚣ c⚣me t⚣ his pers⚣nal c⚣mputer. The texts had n⚣t been m⚣re specific than that. Still, the urgency and the c⚣mmanding t⚣ne fr⚣m Karkat's texts had him already starting t⚣ sweat, his pusher beating with excitement and anticipati⚣n at what the call was g⚣ing t⚣ be. Equius Sat d⚣wn in his chair, hesitating f⚣r ⚣nly a m⚣ment bef⚣re answering the vide⚣ call. The screen changed t⚣ that ⚣f the vide⚣ call f⚣rmat. Equius' face was sh⚣wn at the b⚣tt⚣m ⚣f the screen indicating that his camera was w⚣rking. Meanwhile, Karkat's camera was n⚣t yet sh⚣wing, instead sh⚣wing a blank buffering Ic⚣n f⚣r a few m⚣ments. ⚣nce the l⚣ading Ic⚣n went away, Equius' jaw dr⚣pped. What l⚣aded ⚣n the screen was the tr⚣ll he was expecting t⚣ see when answering the vide⚣ call. H⚣wever, what he did n⚣t expect was f⚣r the tr⚣ll t⚣ n⚣t be wearing any cl⚣thing. Karkat's b⚣dy was in full view. He was leaning ⚣n his chair with ⚣ne hand ⚣ccupying his candy red bulge, and the ⚣ther hand ⚣ccupying his n⚣⚣k. The thr⚣bbing ⚣f Equius' pusher m⚣ved its way d⚣wn t⚣ his bulge as he t⚣⚣k in the visage ⚣f the tr⚣ll s⚣ ⚣penly t⚣uching himself ⚣n the screen. The full fr⚣ntal lewdity t⚣⚣k him c⚣mpletely by surprise, alm⚣st t⚣ the p⚣int where he didn't hear the w⚣rds, ⚣r rather the c⚣mmand c⚣ming fr⚣m his PC. "START STRIPPING P⚣NYB⚣Y" It t⚣⚣k a m⚣ment f⚣r the c⚣mmand t⚣ pr⚣cess in his head, alm⚣st as if ⚣n que his b⚣dy started t⚣ sweat m⚣re. The heat fr⚣m the exhilarati⚣n ⚣f n⚣t ⚣nly being t⚣ld what t⚣ d⚣, but t⚣ be t⚣ld t⚣ d⚣ s⚣mething lewd like this fr⚣m a l⚣wbl⚣⚣d s⚣ shamelessly exp⚣sing himself t⚣ him was alm⚣st t⚣⚣ much t⚣ bear. Th⚣ugh, he was n⚣t ⚣ne t⚣ dis⚣bey an ⚣rder. "...As y⚣u wish." He knew the intent ⚣f the ⚣rder fr⚣m Karkat. The l⚣wbl⚣⚣d wanted him t⚣ humiliate himself f⚣r his ⚣wn pleasure. The th⚣ught ⚣f d⚣ing such an ⚣bscene thing sent shivers up his spine. He pushed back his chair and g⚣t his b⚣dy in full view ⚣f the camera. He started by taking ⚣ff his sh⚣es and setting them aside, he then grabbed the b⚣tt⚣m ⚣f his tankt⚣p, which was n⚣w damp with his sweat and sl⚣wly pulled it ⚣ver his head. Every inch ⚣f skin and muscle being sl⚣wly revealed pr⚣vided fuel t⚣wards Karkat's pleasure. He felt his ⚣wn bulge squirming in his pants at the th⚣ught, and then the c⚣nfirmati⚣n as ⚣nce his tank t⚣p was ⚣ver his head, he was able t⚣ see Karkat m⚣ving b⚣th hands t⚣ pleasure himself t⚣ the sh⚣w. ⚣nce he g⚣t the tankt⚣p ⚣ut fr⚣m ⚣ver his head, being careful n⚣t t⚣ have it caught ⚣n his h⚣rns, he threw the shirt int⚣ a pile ⚣f similarly damp cl⚣thing t⚣ be washed later. He t⚣⚣k a m⚣ment t⚣ flex his hard earned muscles f⚣r Karkat bef⚣re m⚣ving his hands t⚣ his sh⚣rts. His fingers m⚣ved t⚣ unbutt⚣n and unzip his sh⚣rts, bef⚣re pulling them d⚣wn his legs. Underneath, was the athletic leggings he w⚣re ⚣n a daily basis. The sh⚣rts had put in s⚣me eff⚣rt t⚣ hide his ar⚣usal, but that bl⚣ckade was n⚣w g⚣ne. The ⚣utline ⚣f his bulge was clearly visible t⚣ any wh⚣ had the eyes t⚣ see them, yet still hidden by the layer ⚣f fabric underneath. A s⚣ft grunt was heard fr⚣m the pc, Karkat had slipped his fingers a little deeper int⚣ his n⚣⚣k when he saw the bulge thr⚣ugh the m⚣nit⚣r. The s⚣ft s⚣und was en⚣ugh t⚣ get his ⚣wn bulge t⚣ push up against the fabric, yearning t⚣ n⚣t ⚣nly be free, but t⚣ slide its way int⚣ that tantalizing h⚣le Karkat was displaying f⚣r Equius. Equius let ⚣ut a shaky breath as he slid his sh⚣rts fr⚣m under his feet and threw them int⚣ the same pile ⚣f laundry. He t⚣⚣k a m⚣ment t⚣ m⚣ve his hands back t⚣ his leggings, and h⚣⚣ked his thumbs ar⚣und the thin waistband. He hesitated in pulling them d⚣wn, he l⚣⚣ked intently at the screen. He drunk in the sight ⚣f Karkat masturbating t⚣ him, it was s⚣ perverse, s⚣ delici⚣usly perverse that s⚣me⚣ne ⚣f his standing was d⚣ing this f⚣r a l⚣wbl⚣⚣d like him. His hesitati⚣n st⚣pped, he slid d⚣wn his legging and unleashed his indig⚣ bulge int⚣ plain sight. Karkat let ⚣ut an⚣ther grunt in resp⚣nse, his m⚣uth was slightly agape, panting, as he c⚣ntinued t⚣ w⚣rk his bulge and n⚣⚣k with b⚣th hands. "FUCK.." Equius let his bulge taste the air f⚣r a m⚣ment, leaving his waistband just bel⚣w his n⚣⚣k bef⚣re sliding the rest ⚣f his undergarment ⚣ff. He threw his final piece ⚣f cl⚣thing int⚣ the same pile. N⚣w he st⚣⚣d with his b⚣dy fully un⚣bstructed fr⚣m his cl⚣thing, and fully in view f⚣r Karkat. Equius clenched his hands, he wanted t⚣ start t⚣uching himself t⚣⚣, his bulge ached f⚣r the fricti⚣n ⚣f his str⚣ng grip. But he st⚣⚣d still, and waited f⚣r Karkat's next ⚣rder. As if Karkat read his intenti⚣ns, ⚣r simply craved m⚣re fr⚣m Equius, he called ⚣ut an⚣ther c⚣mmand. "D⚣N'T JUST FUCKING STAND THERE, GET CL⚣SER." Equius ⚣nce again shuddered at the c⚣mmand, he m⚣ved his b⚣dy cl⚣ser t⚣ the camera. The camera was n⚣w sh⚣wing everything fr⚣m his upper thighs t⚣ the t⚣p ⚣f his lips. His bulge was squirming ar⚣und shamelessly in the air, desperate t⚣ find s⚣me s⚣rt ⚣f fricti⚣n. "G⚣⚣D H⚣RSE. N⚣W START STR⚣KING Y⚣UR BULGE, AND D⚣N'T Y⚣U DARE CUM UNTIL I SAY Y⚣U CAN" The praise caused his wh⚣le b⚣dy t⚣ physically tense, it was s⚣ wr⚣ng t⚣ get such pleasure fr⚣m a l⚣wbl⚣⚣d telling him such depraved things. His t⚣ned b⚣dy was n⚣w enhanced by the dr⚣plets ⚣f sweat running d⚣wn it, the light reflecting ⚣ff his sweat ⚣nly gave m⚣re definiti⚣n t⚣ his muscles, and ⚣f c⚣urse a better viewing f⚣r Karkat. "As y⚣u c⚣mmand..." He m⚣ved his right hand t⚣ his bulge, the ⚣nly article ⚣f cl⚣thing he had n⚣t rem⚣ved were the fingerless gl⚣ves. This was purp⚣seful, he l⚣ved the way the leather ⚣f the gl⚣ves felt ⚣n him, he l⚣ved the way they felt even m⚣re when he was str⚣king his bulge. He m⚣ved his hand t⚣ firmly grip his bulge and beging running his leather c⚣vered palm al⚣ng the appendage. He let ⚣ut a s⚣ft gr⚣an ⚣f pleasure in resp⚣nse t⚣ the feeling, his bulge squirmed in his hand in celebrati⚣n ⚣f finally getting the attenti⚣n it had been yearning f⚣r. Th⚣ugh his eyes were n⚣t sh⚣wing in the view ⚣f the camera, his gaze was ever f⚣cused ⚣n Karkat's f⚣rm while str⚣king his bulge. Every single detail was taken n⚣tice ⚣f. The way Karkat w⚣uld arch his back slightly when he f⚣und a g⚣⚣d sp⚣t in his n⚣⚣k. The way his chest expanded and c⚣ntracted with every heavy breath he t⚣⚣k. The way his bulge squirmed and wrapped ar⚣und his s⚣ft hands. It t⚣⚣k all ⚣f his willp⚣wer t⚣ wane ⚣ff his ⚣wn ⚣rgasm, he w⚣uld listen t⚣ Karkat's c⚣mmand. As he c⚣ntinued t⚣ str⚣ke himself, he n⚣ticed the m⚣vements Karkat was making were bec⚣ming m⚣re dramatic. His hands m⚣ved quicker, his bulge flailed m⚣re erratically, his breathing n⚣w quickening, he was getting cl⚣se t⚣ an ⚣rgasm. Thr⚣ugh a slightly strained v⚣ice he gave ⚣ut an⚣ther c⚣mmand, th⚣ugh this time it was n⚣t as assertive, but had a s⚣fter t⚣ne. "FUCK, FUCK. I'M ALM⚣ST THERE. D⚣N'T CUM UNTIL Y⚣U SEE ME CUM ⚣K?" Equius simply n⚣dded as he watched entranced by the ⚣ther's m⚣vements. It was alm⚣st... cute, watching him squirm like that as he began t⚣ appr⚣ach his ⚣rgasm. He was alm⚣st at his limit t⚣⚣, he began t⚣ str⚣ke himself faster, aching t⚣ time up his ⚣rgasm with Karkat's. Karkat's m⚣vements became m⚣re and m⚣re frantic and desperate bef⚣re he let ⚣ut a ch⚣ked ⚣ut m⚣an, and arched his back away fr⚣m the chair. Candy red slurry began t⚣ sh⚣⚣t ⚣ut ⚣nt⚣ his t⚣rs⚣ and hands. A few m⚣ments after Equius saw the first sh⚣t ⚣f slurry sh⚣⚣t fr⚣m the ⚣ther's bulge, he let ⚣ut a s⚣ft grunt as he spilled his ⚣wn slurry, unf⚣rtunately f⚣r him it was getting all ⚣ver his desk and fl⚣⚣r. But it felt t⚣⚣ g⚣⚣d f⚣r him t⚣ p⚣siti⚣n it anywhere else, that w⚣uld be a pr⚣blem f⚣r later. They b⚣th pr⚣ceeded t⚣ ride ⚣ut their ⚣rgasms t⚣gether, b⚣th making messes ⚣ut ⚣f their respective spaces. As the last bits ⚣f slurry was pulled fr⚣m their bulges, they t⚣⚣k a m⚣ment t⚣ take a breath and revel in the p⚣st ⚣rgasm gl⚣w. Karkat leaned back, slumped in his chair, he idly wiped ⚣ne ⚣f his palms ⚣ff ⚣n a clean part ⚣f his thigh bef⚣re m⚣ving his hand ⚣ver t⚣ his ⚣wn c⚣mputer. "G⚣⚣D B⚣Y. N⚣W CLEAN UP Y⚣UR MESS FREAK." With that Karkat left the call, leaving Equius al⚣ne, with ⚣nly a reflecti⚣n ⚣f his sweaty b⚣dy ⚣n his m⚣nit⚣r, and a mess t⚣ clean up after. He'd need a few t⚣wels f⚣r this.
.⋆♱⃓ If you have to ask “would anyone fuck me?” L𓆩𓆪k at yourself in the mi𓆩𓆪or. If you’d fuck yourself, then yes. If not? No.
I feel like f⚣r a species that lacks the c⚣ncept ⚣f fatherh⚣⚣d b⚣th bi⚣l⚣gically and culturally, tr⚣lls sure d⚣ like using the term daddy a l⚣t
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WHY AM I ME, AND NOT SOMEBODY ELSE? THIS IS ONE WHOPPING HAMBEAST OF A REVIEW TO KICK THINGS BACK OFF WITH, I REALIZE THAT, BUT I FIGURE I MAY AS WELL COME BACK WITH SOME SORT OF FANFARE INSTEAD OF A LITTLE PISSWRIGGLER WHIMPER. @CARBOLICGALVANOLOGIST HAS BEEN HOUNDING ME TO FINALLY STICK THIS ON MY HUSKTOP AND GIVE IT A WATCH, SO I DECIDED, LET’S MAKE IT AN EVENT AND ACTUALLY PULL OUT ALL THE STOPS. PICTURE THIS. I SAT DOWN IN FRONT OF MY ACTUAL TELEVISION, RENTED THE DVD FROM A RESALE STORE THAT WAS KIND OF MORE THAN A LITTLE SKETCHY, AND GRABBED MY GUMMY GRUBS AND SOME POPCORN. I COZIED UP THINKING TO MYSELF, “MY GOOD BUDDY OTHER KARKAT NEVER DOES ME WRONG, HE IS LIKE MY PERSONAL MOVIE DEALER SO THERE’S NO WAY *THIS* ONE CAN FUCK ME UP”, AND HAPPILY PRESSED PLAY. YES. HAPPILY. GOD WHAT A FUCKING FOOL I WAS. I SHOULD REALLY STOP THINKING THAT I WILL NEVER BE ETERNALLY AND COSMICALLY CHANGED BY A DECISION TO WATCH A FILM. I SHOULD KNOW BETTER, BY NOW. AND THAT’S WHAT THIS IS ALL ABOUT. BEING ETERNALLY AND COSMICALLY CHANGED FOREVER AND EVER, AND WHAT WOULD BECOME OF US – *THIS* VERSION OF US, SITTING HERE IN THIS MOMENT WITH EACH OTHER – IF THOSE CHANGES WERE MADE DIFFERENT BY EVEN THE MOST MICROSCOPIC OF EVENTS. MR. NOBODY IS TRULY A STUNNING AND OFTENTIMES HARROWING MEDITATION ON TIME, FREE WILL, AND THE NATURE OF ALL OF OUR REALITIES. OUR UNIVERSES (YES, ALL OF THEM) ARE IN FLUX. THEY EXPAND, THEY CONTRACT, LIKE A BUNCH OF FLOATING SUSPENDED PUMP BISCUITS, RELAYING AND REBIRTHING EVENTS OVER AND OVER AD INFINITUM. I MEAN, SHIT, LOOK AT ALL OF US HERE, READING THIS RIGHT NOW (OR NOT, BECAUSE HALF OF YOU ARE GOING TO SCROLL PAST AND NEVER GRACE YOUR GLANCE NUGGETS ON THIS STRING OF SENTENCES AT ALL WHICH IS A *SHAME*), OR EVEN JUST THE OTHER VERSION OF ME WHO MANAGED TO KNOW ABOUT THIS FILM WHEN I DIDN’T. WE ALL ARE HERE BECAUSE WE, UNKNOWINGLY OR KNOWINGLY, MADE CHOICES THAT BROUGHT US TO ANALYSING SOME RANDOM TROLL’S WRITTEN ANTHOLOGY. I, KARKAT VANTAS, MAY BE SAID RANDOM TROLL, BUT MR. NEMO NOBODY IS NOT JUST SOME RANDOM HUMAN, AT LEAST NOT WITHIN THE CONFINES OF THIS FILM. NEMO NOBODY IS THE LAST LIVING MORTAL, SET ON A NEAR-FUTURE PLANET EARTH THAT HAS ACHIEVED WHAT THE HUMANS THERE CALL QUASI-IMMORTALITY. THE FILM IS IN ACCOUNT OF HIS LIFE, TOLD THROUGH HIS NARRATION TO A JOURNALIST THAT IS INTERVIEWING HIM ON WHAT IS ESSENTIALLY HIS DEATHBED IN AN ATTEMPT TO DOCUMENT WHAT LIFE WAS LIKE AS A MORTAL. HIS GREAT ORATION BEGINS WITH A MEMORY, PECULIARLY, OF BEFORE HE WAS EVER HATCHED, HAVING RETAINED THE MEMORIES AND UNDERSTANDING OF EVERYTHING THAT EVER WAS AND WOULD BE IN THE NEBULA OF EVENTS SURROUNDING HIS LIFE. HE DESCRIBES CHOOSING HIS PARENTS, HAVING CHOSEN THEM BECAUSE HIS SOON-TO-BE FATHER ASKED IF THE PERSON BEHIND THE CAMERA HAD EVER HEARD OF THE BUTTERFLY EFFECT. SURE, IT’S HANDED TO YOU RIGHT THEN A BIT LITERALLY, BUT I’LL ALLOW IT. IT SETS YOU UP FOR DEEPER THINKING LATER ON DOWN THE LINE, WHICH *WILL* HAPPEN WHETHER YOUR SPONGE IS READY TO SOAK IT IN OR NOT. NEMO GROWS UP, AND HE GROWS UP *KNOWING* WHAT’S GOING TO INEVITABLY HAPPEN TO HIM OR OTHERS AROUND HIM; FOR INSTANCE, HIS FATHER FORGETS THE HANDBRAKE ON HIS SCUTTLEBUGGY AND THE THING ROLLS DOWN THE HILL AND KILLS A WOMAN, WHICH SETS OFF A CHAIN OF EVENTS TO WHERE NEMO’S MOTHER AND FATHER END UP FILING FOR DIVORCE. IT’S IN THIS NEXT MOMENT FOR NEMO, THE MOMENT WHERE HE’S STANDING ON THE TRAIN PLATFORM IN THE CROSSFIRES OF AN UNAMICABLE SEPARATION, THAT WE SEE HIS ULTIMATE STRUGGLE FOR CHOICE: GO WITH HIS MOTHER, OR STAY WITH HIS FATHER? IT’S THE PIVOTAL MOMENT OF THE ENTIRE FILM, THE NEXUS OF WHICH IT SPINS UPON. AND NEMO NOBODY TELLS THE JOURNALIST… BOTH. HE PICKS BOTH. AS LONG AS YOU DON’T CHOOSE, EVERYTHING REMAINS POSSIBLE. AND IT’S FROM HERE THAT WE SEE NEMO LIVING OUT BOTH OF THESE LIVES– AND THEIR SUBSEQUENT OFFSHOOTS – WHERE HE EXPERIENCES DIFFERENT THINGS, SOME ONLY BEING EXPERIENCED DEPENDING ON WHICH PARENT HE CHOSE TO LIVE WITH. HE MAKES DIFFERENT DECISIONS ABOUT WHAT HE WANTS TO DO WITH HIS CAREER, THE STRUGGLES HE FACES, HOW HE DEALS WITH HIS EMOTIONS. HE FALLS IN LOVE WITH DIFFERENT PEOPLE, ONE BEING ELISE, WHO WE FOLLOW MOST THROUGHOUT THE STORY AND THIS *ALMOST* SEEMS TO BE THE TRUE NORTH OF HIS ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIPS, THOUGH I DIGRESS. ALL OF THESE POSSIBILITIES, ALL OF THE DANCING THROUGH ALTERNATE REALITIES, STEM FROM ONE FRACTION OF A MOMENT. I TURN YOUR ATTENTION TO THE QUOTE BELOW. “WHEN HE RETURNED AN HOUR LATER, HE NOTICED THAT THE FORECAST, WHICH SHOULD HAVE BEEN IDENTICAL TO THE PRECEDING ONES, FOLLOWED AN EVOLUTION EVER MORE DIVERGENT, UNTIL THERE WAS NO LONGER ANY RESEMBLANCE. MINISCULE CHANGES OF A THOUSANDTH OF A DEGREE, A THOUSANDTH OF A MILLIBAR, IN ASSOCIATION, CAUSED ENORMOUS CHANGE IN THE END RESULTS: ON ONE HAND, PERFECT CALM, ON THE OTHER, A STORM.” THIS BRINGS UP THE SPIRITUAL PARADOX OF FREE WILL—WHETHER WE ARE TRULY IN CONTROL OF OUR PATHS OR IF ALL POSSIBLE OUTCOMES ARE ALREADY WRITTEN. IN MANY MYTHOLOGICAL TEXTS I’VE READ, THERE IS AN UNDERSTANDING THAT WHILE INDIVIDUALS MAY EXPERIENCE THE ILLUSION OF CHOICE, ALL POSSIBILITIES ARE ULTIMATELY CONTAINED WITHIN THE GREATER FLOW OF THE UNIVERSES THEY OCCUPY. AND *THOSE* UNIVERSES MAY OR MAY NOT ACT INDEPENDENTLY, TOO. REMAINS TO BE SEEN. MAYBE YOU AGREE WITH THAT, MAYBE YOU DON’T. THAT’S NOT THE POINT. NEMO NOBODY ARGUES THAT EVERYTHING ALREADY EXISTS, AND IT IS ONLY IN CHOOSING ONE WAY THAT OUR CONSCIOUSNESS IN THAT SPECIFIC MOMENT IS THE CONSCIOUSNESS THAT GETS TO EXPERIENCE IT. IN FACT, HE WRITES A SUICIDE LETTER ABOUT IT IN ONE REALITY WHERE HE ATTEMPTS TO TAKE HIS OWN LIFE, AND THE LETTER IS READ BACK TO HIM: “THERE COMES A TIME IN LIFE WHEN EVERYTHING SEEMS NARROW. CHOICES HAVE BEEN MADE. I CAN ONLY CONTINUE ON. I KNOW MYSELF INSIDE OUT, I CAN PREDICT MY EVERY REACTION. EVERYTHING IS PREDICTABLE. MY LIFE HAS BEEN CAST IN CEMENT, WITH AIRBAGS AND SEATBELTS. I’VE CONTROLLED EVERYTHING. I’VE DONE EVERYTHING TO REACH THIS POINT, AND NOW THAT I’M HERE, I’M FUCKING BORED. THE HARDEST THING IS KNOWING WHETHER I’M STILL ALIVE.” REALLY UH. REALLY MAKES YOU THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU WOULD DO IF YOU HAD IT ALL LAID OUT IN FRONT OF YOU, HUH. AND YET, THIS MOVIE ISN’T NEARLY EVEN CLOSE TO BEING DONE WITH YOU YET. BUTTERFLY EFFECT THIS, CAUSATION AND FORMATION THAT. RIGHT, WE GET IT, ONE ACTION EQUALS A LIFETIME OF DIFFERENT POSSIBLE OUTCOMES. NEMO IS OFTEN PARALYSED BY THAT VERY THOUGHT, WHICH IS WHY HE IS SO INDECISIVE OR APATHETIC ABOUT HIS POSITION AT ANY GIVEN TIME. BUT THIS IS WHERE, IF YOU LISTEN RIGHT, MR. NOBODY STARTS ASKING YOU EVEN MORE QUESTIONS FOR YOUR DUTIFUL CONSIDERATION: HOW MUCH OF WHAT MAKES YOURSELF YOU, CONSIST OF THE CHOICES WE MAKE? WHO WOULD WE BECOME IF WE MADE DIFFERENT CHOICES? WHAT IS THE NATURE OF TIME? WHAT IS HUMANITY IF NOT FOR WALKING THE PATH? I’M NOT GOING TO EVEN GET CLOSE TO ANSWERING THESE QUESTIONS FOR YOU HERE IN THIS ANALYSIS, BUT FEEL FREE TO SHARE YOUR THOUGHTS. YOU CAN SIT WITH THOSE FOR A SPELL WHILE I TRY TO WRAP THIS UP. NO PROMISES. I’M GOING TO PIVOT SLIGHTLY THEMATICALLY, AND BRING UP ANOTHER SOURCE MEDIA HERE, SO BEAR WITH ME. I DON’T PLAY VIDEO GAMES A LOT. IT IS BECAUSE NOT ONLY AM I OBSCENELY BAD AT THEM, BUT I GET A BIT IMPATIENT. *HOWEVER.* THE MIDNIGHT WALK (2025) IS RELEVANT IN THIS CONTEXT. WITHOUT ANY SUMMARIZATION OF THAT PLOT (BECAUSE I WON’T BOTHER SPOILING IT OR GOING TOO INTO THAT NOW), IT BEGS THE QUESTION: WHAT IS YOUR PURPOSE? AND FURTHERMORE, WHAT IF THAT PURPOSE IS JUST… TO *BE*? YOUR CHARACTER IN THE MIDNIGHT WALK IS DESTINED TO TRAVERSE A PATH THAT BRINGS LIGHT TO THE BEINGS OF MOON MOUNTAIN AND YET, AT THE VERY END, YOU HAVE THE ULTIMATE CHOICE TO MAKE. YOU FULFIL YOUR DESTINY AND SACRIFICE YOURSELF TO BRING ABOUT THE SUN, OR… YOU GIVE UP. AND THE GAME PUNISHES YOU FOR NEITHER CHOICE. I THINK THAT’S WHAT MR. NOBODY IS ALSO GETTING AT, AMONGST IT ALL. IN EVERY SINGLE INSTANCE, THERE IS NO ONE TIMELINE THAT IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN ANOTHER. THERE IS NO GRAND PUNISHMENT, EVEN IN THE INSTANCE OF SUFFERING. SURE, THE MOVIE HAS ITS PREFERENCES IN WEIGHT FOR PACING’S SAKE, THE WRAPAROUNDS THAT FEED BACK INTO THE PLOTLINES, BUT THE REALITY IS THAT NO TIMELINE IS THE “WRONG” ONE. NO PLACE IS A PLACE YOU AREN’T MEANT TO BE. EVERY CHOICE IS THE RIGHT CHOICE. AND IN THE WORDS OF NEMO, THEY ALL EXIST IN THE SAME EXACT MOMENT, ALL THE TIME, EVERYWHERE. “WHAT DO YOU SEE WHEN YOU LOOK AT ME? A GRUMPY OLD MAN WHO DROOLS WHEN HE EATS, WHO NEVER ANSWERS QUESTIONS. WHO MIXES EVERYTHING UP. WHO’S KEPT BUSY BY GETTING HIS MEALS. BUT THAT’S NOT ME. ME, I WEAR SHORT PANTS. I’M NINE YEARS OLD. I CAN RUN FASTER THAN THE TRAIN. I DON’T FEEL MY ACHING BACK ANYMORE. I’M FIFTEEN. I’M IN LOVE. I’M IN LOVE…” ME. KARKAT. ME, I’M IN MY ROOM, PRACTICING WITH BRAND NEW SICKLES. I’M SIX SWEEPS AND I’M PLAYING A GAME WITH A BUNCH OF INCOMPETENT FUCKWADS THAT IGNITES THE END OF MY WORLD. I AM STANDING BY MYSELF ON A HORIZON OF RED AT SEVEN FACING A DENIZEN, AND IN BED WITH MY LOVER AT ELEVEN, AND LOSING HIM AT TWELVE, FAR BEFORE I’M READY (AND WAS I EVER READY?). I AM RUNNING TO MY LUSUS FOR COMFORT AND MOURNING HIM ALL THE SAME BETWEEN THREE AND FIVE, AND SEEING MY FIRST FEW WRINKLES BETWEEN MY EYEBROWS. I AM ALL OF HIM. AND THERE’S MORE, TOO. MORE THAN I MYSELF AS KARKAT FROM UNIVERSE 2443 WILL EVER BE FULLY AWARE OF. THERE ARE VERSIONS OF ME AND MY CHOICES THAT I HAVE MET AND THOSE I HAVEN’T AND THOSE I NEVER WILL. IT’S AGONISING, AND YET, I SIT HERE IN THIS TATTED CHAIR IN FRONT OF MY HUSKTOP HUNCHED OVER LIKE A STOPPED UP BILGESACK AND I FEEL COCOONED BY *MY* UNIVERSE, BY *MY* WORLD, BY *MY* RESPITE BLOCK AND MY BED AND MY WORDS. THERE IS COMFORT KNOWING THAT THERE IS NO GRAND COSMIC SMACKDOWN OR PRIZE AWAITING ME, THERE IS NO BAD CHOICE, OR WRONG ONE. THERE ARE SIMPLY CHOICES. AND I EXIST IN ALL OF THEM TOGETHER. SO, MAYBE IT’S NOT SO TERRIFYING TO MAKE DECISIONS. FIVE STARS. HTTPS://CDN.IMGCHEST.COM/FILES/540E827062F7.PNG
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glad to see we're all in agreement. https://file.garden/zpywkehyb1yf8mw_/screenshot_20260707_190130_brave.jpg
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orbital bombarded the enemy position. call that 'messages from the stars' honk honk.
:33 < fish want me :33 < women/men fear me
@caprici9usWard9g S9, I w9n't 6e p9sting the full c9ntent 9f y9ur questi9n here f9r privacy's sake, as it seemed deeply pers9nal and may6e n9t s9mething y9u want t9 share with Chittr at large, 6ut I d9 want t9 answer it. Ap9l9gies that it has taken me this l9ng t9 get t9 it. Y9u asked a69ut manga rec9mmendati9ns. While I cann9t claim I have an extensive kn9wledge 9f East 6ef9ran graphic n9vels, I am quite cl9se with a few tr9lls wh9 gleefully partake in East 6ef9ran cultural exp9rts (many 9f wh9m are n9t East 6ef9ran themselves #CulturalAppr9priati9nImplicati9n), s9 9ver the sweeps I have f9rmed an 9pini9n 9n a few particular w9rks. Given that y9u have expressed an interest in 6ef9ran hem9caste p9litics in the past, y9u may enj9y this, th9ugh its c9ntent is s9mewhat pr96lematic due t9 the age 9f the w9rk. I suggest pr9ceeding with cauti9n. Eik9ku K9i M9n9gatari Emma -「A 6urgundy6l99ded Hivemaid Waxes Pale F9r A Mime!? Set In The Victr9llian Era, A Demure And M9dest Warm6l99d W9rking As A Live-In Maid F9r A Silent Clergy Catches The Attenti9n 9f A Mem6er 9f The Cl9wnclave After She Accidentally Hits Him In The Face With A D99r. It's Pity At First Sight! ...6ut Will The Rest 9f The Cl9wnclave Accept 9ne 9f Their 9wn Fraternizing With A Lesser? 9r Will He 6e F9rced T9 A6and9n His Way 9f Life T9 6e With His 9ne True Palemate? The Grim Shad9w 9f Caste Inequality L99ms 9ver This Unlikely Pair 9f W9uld-6e C9nciliat9rs And Dares T9 Ask... Is Pity Always This Much 9f A Mess?? 」 Warnings include: #Peri9dTypicalHem9casteism #Victr9llianEraStere9types #P9werIm6alances #Du6i9usWarm6l99dFetishizati9n #QuadrantSmearing #CullSmearing #West6ef9r9philia #West6ef9rusAsSeenThr9ughAnEastern6ef9ranLens #V9w6reaking #V9ws9fSilence #And9therSuchV9ws #MaidC9stumes #Inappr9priateUse9fMaidUnif9rms #Ancest9rlyDisappr9val #UnhappyEnding #Questi9ningIfItIsReallyW9rthIt #When9neHasS9ManyM9reVia6leR9mantic9pp9rtunitiesAvaila6leT9Them As f9r the 9ther part 9f y9ur questi9n, I'll 6e messaging y9u sh9rtly. Thank y9u f9r y9ur patience. #QnA #Asks #East6ef9ranCulturalExp9rts #AskKankri https://f9rms.gle/zCX2HpTr9PQAPrG69
⛧i wax poetic about cannibalism and murder all the time. if you dont like that im also horny sometimes, i cant help you. #cannibalismmention #nsfw #nsfwe #murdermention⛧
((Phone is acting up. May duck out if it gets much worse. Will be back asap tho))
Honk. Honk. Honk. :o) :o) :o)
waoww looking great dude! <3
Hmm... That's t-o-o--o-o- big f-o-o-r me! I'd rather just try t-o-o- be friends instead. 8)
ⓘ DID YOU KNOW? The immolation of the soul is the only way to power the God Engine! No other material in the infinite Multiverse will burn hot enough. @ HYPERCLUTCH 1999
I'm sp-o-o-ken f-o-o-r! And als-o-o-, I d-o-o-n't think I c-o-o-uld take y-o-o-u in a fight! 8/!
⌁EEKLY HO⌁'S E⌁ERYONE'S GOING CHITT. MY NIGHT'S PRETTY GOOD, GOTTA LO⌁E INTERPLANETARY DIPLOMACY AND HANDS-ON MAKING PEACE CRAP. ⌁ERY HANDS ON THIS TIME AROUND, ACTUALLY. ⌁⌁ SATURN INTERSTELLAR, HERE FOR YOU ⌁HEN YOU GOT NOTHING LEFT ⌁⌁