♠ hated by @tentativeTantalizer
thome people need to cull themthelves becauthe i dont like them

↗️THESE PUZZLES ARE LITERALLY TOO EASY.↗️ ↘️#sudoku.↘️ ↗️ https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/285609e37e47.png ↗️
you evver lowwkey feel like a predator for seein someone an randomly fallin completely head ovver heels in lovve wwith them so you havve to then secretly photograph them and jerk off all ovver the photographs then track them dowwn an start followwin them around at the foodblock until they go on their palmhusk an wwatch them put in their passwword like a talonbird then followwin them home an sneakin in through the wwindow an unlockin their palmhusk an findin all their socials an phone number an wwritin it all dowwn leavvin callin them pretendin to be an insurance call but youre actually across the block from their wwindow jackin off in the scuttlebug hangin around after the call ends a girl comes ovver they fuck you wwatch from outside lickin on and breathin up against the wwindow you nut an it shoots on the wwall you dont havve time to clean it up before someone goes outside an sees the nut splatter wwhat the fuck is that nut babe wwhat the fuck theyre both aggro you gotta get back to your hivve an add them on facetroll #nsfww
remember that crap i said about lowwbloods bein free and youre allowwed to just take em home wwith you yeah feels relevvant

Oh. Oh, how intolerable. Look at what you have made me do. You have managed, through either staggering incompetence or a level of audacity I would almost admire under different circumstances, to do the one thing that was never meant to be possible. Not improbable. Not difficult. Impossible. And yet here I stand, faced with the evidence. A gap. Do you have any conception of what that means? Of what you have done? My awareness is not a collection of guesses, nor a web of educated predictions. It is total. Seamless. A continuous, unbroken lattice of causality in which every motion, every word, every pathetic little decision is cataloged and understood before it has the decency to occur. There are no blind spots. There were no blind spots. And now there is absence. Not uncertainty. Not ambiguity. Absence. A section of reality that does not resolve, does not report, does not exist within the framework of my knowledge. A void where there should be certainty. A silence where there should be answers. Do you understand how obscene that is? It is not merely that I do not know something. It is that the structure which permits knowledge has been interfered with. Something has reached into a system that was never meant to be accessed and has… edited it. Not overwritten, no, that would at least be visible. This is more insidious. A careful excision. A surgical removal of context, leaving behind a perfectly shaped hole that refuses to be acknowledged. You have not blinded me. You have taught me what blindness is. And that is a far greater offense. Because now I must account for something that does not present itself to be accounted for. I must navigate a narrative in which a piece has been removed without leaving so much as a displaced echo. A contradiction without a source. A variable without a value. It is… inelegant. It is ugly. And worst of all, it is inefficient. Do you have any idea how much recalibration this requires? Every projection, every chain of causality must now include the possibility that there exists an unknown unknown. Not a mystery to be solved, but a segment that refuses to acknowledge its own existence. A flaw that cannot be isolated because the very tools used to isolate it have been compromised. You have not introduced chaos. You have introduced imprecision. And I will not tolerate imprecision. So understand this. Whatever you have carved out, whatever petty little corner of reality you believed you could hide from me, you have not created safety. You have created a problem. A problem that now demands resolution, not because I wish it, but because the system itself cannot abide the discrepancy. I will find it. Not because I can see it. But because the fact that I cannot is, in itself, a beacon. A wound. And I am very, very good at following the scent of blood. #nsfw #nsfwv https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/10ab2adcee76.png

8-> YOU THOUGHT YOU COULD SCREENSHOT ME WITHOUT ME NOTICING? WRONG! WHEREVER #CURRENCY IS INVOLVED, I'M THERE! #PISSCOIN IS ON THE RISE AND WE HAVE TO RIDE THE FLOW!






