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NOW LET'S NOT BE RASH. YOu SHOuLD STILL ALWAYS BE CRITISIZING THE VERTICALLY CHALLENGED. SHORT PEOPLE. ARE NOT A PROTECTED CLASS. OF ARTILLARY TARGETS. JuST BECAuSE THEY ARE LOWER TO THE GROuND. SCuRRY EASY. AND HARDER TO HIT. THAT SAID. AS A WORLD CLASS PROTECTOR. OF BITCHES. AND VAGuE MAGAZINE'S. FEMINISTA OF THE YEARISTA. 2012. I BELIEVE STRONGLY. THAT IT IS NOT THE CONTENT OF A WOMAN'S CHARACTER THAT MATTERS. OR HER PuRSE. BuT HER PuRE. uNCLASPED. TIT FIGuRES. THAT MATTER MOST. IN THE WORDS. OF IRIS MARION YOuNG. TITS ARE...AND THEN I STOPPED LISTENING BEYOND THAT POINT. BECAuSE A WOMAN WAS SPEAKING. BuT I BET SHE WOuLD HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY ABOuT THIS SORT OF. RIDICuLOuS. BACKWARDS ASS. DOuBLE STANDARD. WOMEN ALWAYS DO. ALWAYS TRYING TO RuIN A GOOD THING. TOO BAD THIS DAVE. uNLIKE MOST MEN OF HIS SPECIES. CANNOT THINK OF A SINGLE GOOD THING TO SAY. ABOuT WOMEN. VERY SAD!
May Saint Lazarus see fit to resurrect his dehydrated husk and reanimate it with the vim and vigor befitting of any Catholic.
Sister Dominic is said to have coveted a second helping of the body of Christ beyond the Sabbath. Said by I. Mine own eyes saw it. That shambling gluttonous she-whore. It is a miracle no short of divine intervention that her tunic and veil are not torn asunder. #WenchChittr #Apostatism #AprilNormalDay
Dave is one of God’s less enthusiastically loved children. Please join me in prayer for him. #WenchChittr #Apostatism #AprilNormalDay
If God did not want us to peer underneath, why is it called a hood? If it was not meant to entered, why are they called walls? If it was not meant to be accessed, why is it dubbed an ‘opening’? I must recite the rosaries three times and prayer in search of guidance. #WenchChittr #Apostatism #AprilNormalDay
ᯓ𝄞 Awww, thank you! Now you have the opportunity to get them in Alternian too! ♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟ.
ᯓ𝄞 For #TrollMikuSings today, we're celebrating #TTDOV! That's Troll Trans Day of Visibility for people who don't recognise the acronym. Instead of posting one of my tracks today, I'm showcasing a new work from a dear friend of mine, Kagamine Len. It's called Ego Renegade Boy, and I think it's a real insight in to how some people react to transgender and nonbinary people coming out. Give it a watch, and happy #TTDOV! #TDOV https://youtu.be/OSYmTw6_bjc ♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟ.
MOM. ASK ME TO HOLD THE CAMERA HIGHER NEXT TIME.
Would it be excessive? Obscenely so. Would it be called for? Objectively so. I would be more inclined to hasten my efforts to don this garb in earnest if I could persuade, by force or by spell, other friends to don the remainder of the Gatewatch's numbers...but it's almost more entertaining if I were the only one sporting an esoteric and obscurely donned set of necromantic digs. https://i.imgur.com/BufMH7a.png
Oh! Coming down momentarily.
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Y'rahly leueaik beung ahnah tagh neekt ehnah fuhteesh shin she. W̷i̵!̶ ̸K̶i̴!̴ ̷P̵i̵!̸ ̷D̶i̶!̴ ̴A̸!̸ https://i.imgur.com/M0SKdwp.png #WitchChittr #Occulism #Gacha #WikiPulldiaHours #Gore #̵͉̳̟̭͍̙͚̲̹̩̔͗̇̂̓̀̾͛̚͝T̶̨̩̦͉̳̱̣̫̤̖̳̩̪̼̻̿̒̕ḣ̷̨̙̥̪͕̬͎͚͚̩̰̪͛͐̆͘ẻ̶̞̹͌̊̈̉̓̎̎͝͠͝y̸͉̼͇͍̲̮͙͇̱̙͙͓̩̼̔̊̿-̵̨͈͉̎̌̒̀̈̓̓̊̽͂͋̓̾͝l̶͔̀̂̾̅̎̚͝ỏ̴̝͍͍̌̈́̀̄͋̓̀͗͐̈͘͘͜͠͠o̵͉̺̣̲̜̪̜͖͈̺̝͌̾̋̑̔̒̍̎̌͑͘̚͜ķ̵̨̡̧̲̦̞̦͔̲̗̼͕͐͗͜-̵̮͎̩͌̍̓̑̑̇̿̆̓́̐͊̏͘̕ͅl̵̼̭̊̈̍̃̎̍̍̂̉̎͝i̵̱̳̒̊̒͆͂͛̔̈́̀͆̐͒̄̈́̉͐̚͜k̴̺̩̼͈̺̘̥̬͉̱̹̬̖͑̏͐̽̈́̎͒̈͌̋͝͠͝ẽ̶̞͗͐͗̽͝-̶̤̩̼̪͕̓̏͂̐̈́̓̓̌̈̇̈́͒̇͜ṵ̷̢̡͕̮̣̜̭̭̫͚̇͒̏͋́͛͑͛̃͜͠͝s̴͎̺̑̅̉̿̈͐̈́͂̈́̂͑̓́ ̵͎̯̥̤̩̗̜̞̟͕͔̩͎͉̇͐͌̾̆͑͗̿̈́͗̚͘ͅ#̷̪̲̩̌̓̏̓̈̑͐B̸̨̮̯̘̝̝̹͍̼̮͓̭̭́̑̒̍̚͝û̴̡̧̡̜̪̼̲̮̭͔̥̻̰͜t̸̛̤̼͎͒̆-̵̦̠̹͈͉̩̘͎̮̞̦̣̱̊͗̇͝ͅņ̶̥̦͖̞̦̳̱̗̙̺͖̲̈́̐̎̒͊͛̈̈̆̔̀̾̄̑͘͝o̴̧̥̮̫̪͚̤̥̲̘͎̰̞̰̦̊̍̆̈͑͊̎̈́̓̅͆̚ͅt̵̨̺̥͕͇̺̮̜̞̩͖̠͈͗́̋̀͐̇̿̄̇̄
You call that a raid boss? More like a raid can fumigated little insect. My champion would never fall beneath the whims of such an excruciatingly poorly cropped image. Puny writhing insect deservedly extinguished from life beneath my feet. Out, out brief candle. He who struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more. It is a tale. Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing. I want more. I desire a real challenge. Something that pushes me further. Evolves my capacity. Accelerates my technique. Challenges my prowess. https://i.imgur.com/B3DGoXE.png #WitchChittr #Occulism #Gacha #WikiPulldiaHours #Feet #G̴̡̡̨̧̢̢̡̢̨̧̧̨̧̢̡̛̛̛̛͕̞̯̙̝̭̰̞̙͖͈͈̣̳̺̰̺̼͓̻͙̼̰̻̫̳͓͙̙̘̠̬̲͔̻̣̟͉͍͔̜̞̝͈̯̯̙̫͖͙̜͇̭̜̹̰͍̖̲̗͕̺̱͚̱̯̗̟͉̝͚̪̩͙̝͉̻̥͕̯͚̲̻̘̱͉̮͉̥̰͇̹͓̮͔͍̰̹̭͔͕̤̘̪͇̦̣͓͎̲̳̰̖̰̥̺̭̠̹͔̳̙̰̮͚̖̫̠̭͍͙̖̩̲̫̱̟͍̜̣̦̗͖̹̘̯̜̰͚̪̫͍̬̲̗͚͖̠̙͍͈̑̃̉͂͆̌̅̽͛͒͋͒̄͂͌̓̒̔̈̃̂̿̍͑̎̐͑́̉̑̋͌́̇́̌͗̈́̅̎́̇͛͌̍͆̇̈́̑̋̆́̐̄̔͂̔̄̍̌͂͆̍̒̽͂̏̀̃̆͐͂͒̍̈́̄̑̓͌̉̽̈́̒̒̄̉̒̀̂̓̊́͑̐̑̍̓̃̓̀͛͌̀̀͌̑̌̽̀̊̑͛́͌̍̓̇̕̕̚̕͘̕̚̚̚̚͜͜͜͜͝͠͝͝͝͝͝͝ͅͅͅͅR̸̢̡̧̢̡̢̡̧̢̡̛̛̛͓͍͇̟͎̖͍̬̖̼̞̘̰̪̗̥̺͍̮̰̥̞̯̲̻͎͎̜̠̗̞̞̞̯̩̠̻͚̮̰͎̺͇̘͓̝̖͇͎͔̻̹͕̯̖̱̞̜̘̬̤̰̰͔͖̰̘̹͍̰̬͎̱̩͚̮̠̭͈̻̖͓̤͉̘̼̬̳̫͍̮̱̪̭̪̱͚̘̣͍̹̞͕̙̦̳͈̲̩̪͍̮̟͕̺̹̱͕͎̘̼̠̮͎̱͙̰̽̃͒̋̅͂̎́̐̃̓͊̉͋̇̃̍̈̇̎̄̊̄̾̃͒̃̆̉̃̌̅͂̒̐̉̅̈́̔́̉̊̊͛̑̇͑͆͒̏́̓̓̒͑͒̇̀̓̈́̓̃͊͒̽̀̄́̔͂͛͛̾͑̄̎̎̅͂̓̈̓̅̏̃̿̀̉̈́̄̑͊͋̈́̂̆̑͋̕̚̕͘͘͘̚̚̕̕̚͜͜͜͜͝͝ͅͅͅĪ̸̢̧̢̢̨̧̡̢̛̛̛̛̘͎̭̫͓̻̤̖͍̗͚̤̪̰̪̦̰̩̳̺̻̯̙͓̯͖͈̠̟͙̟̙͙͈̼̜̬͔̲͇̜̮͖̪̤͔͙̺̱̬̠̻͈̮̗̤͔͚̼̠͎͖̞̟̫͖̱͚̲̱͙̱̹̩̟̦͍̻̜̳̪̺̭͕̣͙̘̻̳̗̮͎̮̗̭̣̳͎̥̗͉͎̙̣̹̞̙͓̪̲̲̗̱̖̝͎̭̟̝̙͕̮͓̗͙̬̗͙͉͓̥̥̙͔̘̪̭̬̝̻̬͙̙̮̳̩̫͇̞͚̟͔̻̯̯̹͖̪͍̼͌̑͊̄̾̓͐͂̓͒͌̈̿͆̆͌̇͑͊̇́̅̍̔̉̃̏̈́̎̍͗̊́̎̾̃̏͛͂̀̒̅̂̎́͑̇̃̉̊̓̐͂̋́͛͌̈͊̑̏̽̊̒̾͛̏̈͊̐̔́͑̈̆͐̈́͛̎̉̀̽̆͑̀̌̆̎͆̒̍̌̄͛̈́̒͊̽̅̄̿́̌̀̉̓̏͊̑̋̃͌́̊̇̿́̈́͛͆̑̔̽͛̌̊̊̀̿̅̉̓̎̆̽͊̈̊̚̕̕̕͘͘͘̚̕͜͜͜͠͠͠͠͝͝͠͝͝͠͝͝͝͠ͅͅͅͅͅM̴̧̧̡̨̢̧̨̡̛̱̳̥͉̱̺̜͙͔͈̱͈̯̻̹̖̗͚͈̭͈̝̞̺̯͙̟̪̱̫̦̳̜͚̥̼͓͍͇͇̱͖̥͇̥̲̮̰̬͔͔̱̳̳͚̞͙̥̪̤̪̜͕̦͕̻̼͚͕̤̣̘̮̫̲̻̹͖̜̺̙̱̹̹͍̭̤̫̝̭͔͔̩͙͇̍͐̐͒͑́̀̾̂͛͐̄̿̾͂͊́͌̓̔̀̓͒̈́͑̅̃̽̐̓̌̓́͐́̍́̑̓̈́̎̒̀̀͒̐̾͐̓́́̌̽͂͐̽̐̚͘̕͘͝͠͝͝͝͠͝͝ͅͅD̷̡̡̨̧̧̨̡̢̛̛̲̯͍̝̠̗͇̮̦̥̟̳̟͇͚̮͚̬̬̮͕̦̦̮̜̝̹̙͔͚̞̞͉̼͇̱͉̘̰̫̱͚̱̞͕͍̙̼̻̻̮͓̟̩̝̪̣̲̟͎͎̰̜̭͉͍̫̦͚͖͖̩͇̯̦̘̰͚͙̦̜̝̟̭̣̜͖̞̩͎͖̪̜̫͈͕͉͎̥͕͕̦̥̹͕͒̌̆͛̀̇̎́͐̾̓̄͆̈́͂̉͛͐̆̀̽̌̋̿̐̅̀̏̐̐̓̎̉̂̈́̅́̑͊̎͗́̓̌̿͂̂̈́̄͊͘͝͝ͅͅͅͅͅĄ̷̢̢̡̢̢̨̨̢̥̭͙̘̟͎̳̳̼͙̬̱̪̼̱̠̠̖̮̳̦̲̺̰̹͎͔̫̼̪͇͔̙̬͖̮̘͎͇̝͕̯͕̼͚̟̫̩̠̪̻͓̹̬̖̳̮͙͇̩̖̄̈͋̀̓̑̍̎̊̑̍͠ͅͅͅͅR̵̢̧̨̢̧̛̛͕͙̳͉̤̟͈͇͎̖͎̻̳̩͚̯̖̝͉̤̘̪̞̖͖̜͍͉͓͇̺̣̥̭͕͈̖͕͒̂̔͋̓́͐̍̒̅̑̒̿̀̐̆̅̒́̃̂̔̅̅̌̐͗́̉́̃͊̈̈̏̏̅̇̓̅͛͐̀̎̀̉́̆̉̂̏͂̿̀̉̓̕͘̕͘̕͘͜͜͜͝͝͠͝͠ͅK̶̢̨̢̧̡̨̧̧̡̛̛̛̛̩̼̤̞̫̙̪̫̥̟̮̩͉̺̱͕̯̰̻̝̲̼̥͈͂͐̓̆̋̇̑̇͐̀͑͛͊̈͊̏͛̀̅͌͌̇͆̓͒̾̔͊͆̌̌̍̄̈́̇̽͐͌̄̇́̀͆̇̏̆͒̒̋́͐̈͂͊̈̉̇̓̎͊̌̓͂͌̌̈́̌̍̏̌̔̅̍̈́͐̍͛̈́͐̋͂̽̐͗͑̀̍̏̄̃̋͛̅̂̊̀̿͗̄̌̽̒̓̓̽͋̅̆͛͛̆̒͗̊͆̊͆̎̄͋̐͛͗̈͋̉͐͋͐̇́̀̂̀̊͐̿͋̾̆̈́̾͒̉̋͛̂͐̌̒̏̑̐͛͘͘̚̕̚̚̚̕̚͘͠͝͠͝͝͠͝͠ͅ
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All commons? Ą̸̦̗̦̙̬̫̫̲͕̬̥̂̊̃̀̄̔̈́͝r̷̨̧̨̩̭̻̮͎̻͐̿͘e̵̝̩̱̗͇͇̹͎̻͖̣̽͋͛͌̉͌͒̃̿̐̈̀̈́̍̕ ̵̨̧̥̯̺͕̬͚͙͓̹̯̯͓̌́͑͂̏͊̿y̷̨̖͕̪͌͛͋̉͠͠͝ͅò̶̦̮͙̤͈̣͖̰̺̤̟̜̟͕͓̻̈́͛̀̀͆͋̏̂̈́̎̑ų̶̛̣̱̣̣̗̗̣̻͎͉͙̤̐̉̃́̏͂̈́̓͘ ̴͕͎̀́t̵̨̡̖̦̙̰̫̼̻͖̤̯̂̑̄̿̃͘͜͜ͅr̴̡̢̛͓̤̫̣̳͖̯͇̳̣͈̬͉̃̄̓̾̉̏̑̏̂̓̉̚͠͝y̷̧̢̪͈̘͇͍̹̮̳̰̪̬̘̙̌͊͊̍͑̓į̴͉̱͖̬̪̫͙̻͔̫̘͔̣̽̉̿̎͐̄̈́̓̎̇͘͜͝͝ͅn̴̠̞̟̦̮͎͔̐̿̽̈́̂̆̀̄̐͒̈́̓͗̋͝͝g̶̢̤̔̇͂̓̾̋̕͝ ̴̛̼́́̓͑̆͋́̋̄͛́͋̿̚̚̕ṭ̸̥̼̖̼̝̘̣̯̥̗̲͑̅̅͆̄́̎̔̂͂̚͘o̸͔̺̝̹̒̔ ̴̢̢̝͙͉̗̘̠̭̰͍̩̿̅͛̃͑̊̐̈́̆̋͘͜͝͝b̴͇̮̺̠͓͕͖̫͂̍̔̒́͂̒͆̄̒̽̅̔̕͜͝͝͝ͅờ̸̩͎͉̳̾́͆̈̃̍̎͜͠ř̴̺̞̖̤̙̣̈́͗͜ẹ̶̢̢͈͍̮̭̝̭̹͙̻̳̪͇͙̇̽͗̅͐͂̈́̊́̊͛͝ ̸̡͍͙̣̦͈̼̣̥̯̯͖̖̔̅̅̌̈́̈́̔̈́̈́̀͂̚̚͠͠m̶̟̞̠͔͎͚̮̩̣̅̈́̓̈́̔̕è̸̹̥̪͈̟ ̸͍̼̻͋̃͋͗̉̉̃͂̈̾͊̕͠t̵̨̛̮͕̹̣̲̤͙̬̊̀̓̉̀̊͘ͅo̶̺̗̬̗͇̯͈̣̱̟̼͕͚̖͙̪͊́̀̔̽̓̉̅̀̚ͅ ̶̺̯͕̼͚̗̻̜̐͊̃̄̄̒́̃͆̌̎̕͠͝d̴̨̙͚̦͍͍̲̠̬̫̺͚̃̎ë̵̡̪̻̬̱̻͖́ͅa̵̛̞͚̓̓͗̔̋̐̌͗͒͂̕t̸̥͎͈̱͎̻͎̘̖̙͕̣͑̐͐̅͑̋̔ḩ̶̢̢̱͇̯͎̱̳̻̼̟̟͐̄̅́̽̿͛̄̀͆̽͝ͅ?̸͓̬͠ https://i.imgur.com/uKxIyuA.png #WitchChittr #Occulism #GachALLHAILTHEEVERDARK #BLISS-BE-TO-THE-DREAD-BLIND-ETERNITIES #WITNESS-THE-ASCENSION #WITNESS-AND-DESPAIR #W̷̞͠i̸̧͎̤͓̻͍̱͖̺͕̪̅k̶̯͑͑́̔͝į̵̛̜͎̭̪̒͆͋̽̑̊̀͂̂̍̊̉̊͝P̴̡̞̝̟̟̺͊͂̊̇̇́͗̿̂͑͊͝u̷̧̙͙͖̪͍̦̪̼͇͙̥̭͋͝ͅl̶̨͎͙͈̳̼̥͕̠̃͊͋̋̊͒̿̇̅̀̾̚̕͝͝ļ̸̛̬̣͈̘̩͚͎͖͉̽̂̊͌̈̌̀̑͘͜͜͝D̸̡̧̙͚̣̩̦̩͉̗̊̈̑̈̈́̎̈́͂̅͛̀͘͝į̷̡̧͚̤̗͈̗̝̯̘͙̳̯̙̘͂̃̿͛̋̾̐͗͝ä̵̡͔̺͖̳̤͍͇̘́̀̾̌͆̈́̾̈́͐̽̃̄͋͑͛͘͜ #̷͇̜̟̜̘̅̈̌̈́̈́W̷̢̡̮͕̄́͝i̴͌̀̇͜k̶̙̜̼̳̍̂͗͝ͅḯ̶͎͚̪p̴̗̈ǘ̵̢͚̞̰͉l̷͓̾̇͑̚ĺ̵͖̠͖̐̽̌l̶̲̮͇̰̔l̶̨͇̐̔d̶͎̪͙̿͛͠͝ͅì̸͕̲̳͔͖a̴͔̝̝̺̦̍͊̀̑a̸̝̙̼̗͆̈́́a̶̝͇̍̿a̸̳̖͉̔ ̶͔͖̲̽̉͝#̴̢̛̝̒̎͘͜͠W̸̩̭̣͖̅͑̀͂͜i̸̼̺̓̈k̸̰͛̀͋i̵͈̤̼̟͈͑̏P̶̬̬̜̝̀͝u̵͎̒̈̇͂̿ĺ̵̨͉͉̯̇̓ĺ̸͙̜̺̿̈D̵̗̼̾̅̾̾͝i̸̠͉͐͊̉̕ó̷͕̭̑͋͒s̴̛̗̞̝̎̇̍͌ ̷̫̬̘̖͉̃̈̚#̶̲̟̜̾W̴̨͙̩̄͘͝ḯ̵̖̜̜̿̂͝k̶̞̩̒͂̌͗͘i̷̡̨̧͍͈̓̈́̾p̸̞̿̒͆ȕ̶̦̺͎̓͝l̷͔͋̈l̷̠̺̠̺͈̓͗̎̍̿G̸͎̹̞̩̊̿͋ờ̵̦̭̈́͝d̵̼͙͓̕͝ś̴̛̺
Mercedes Moné? I just pulled Mercedes Moné? THE one-time AEW TBS Champion, holding the record for the longest reign in the title's history? Still my ever fluttering heart. This game is insane, and my appetite for its insatiable hunger inspiring persistence is lunacy! I̵̢̺͎̪̼̥̍̈́̂'̸̛̪̰̤̘̠͔̟͚̥̩̉̎̆͆͂́͗̄̋͒͝m̵͇͙̟̲͂͆͆̈́͂ ̴̢̨̬̗̻͔͙̟͈̤̞͕̈́̍̒͜l̴̖̗̥̘̦̮̯͉̦̬̖̤̪̲̍͜ͅờ̸̡̮̯̤͚̲͕͂̈́̿́͌͆̊̎̽̚̚s̸̮̮͕̰̖̈́̎̌̿́̈̏͒̌͆͌̐̀̈́̕̕̚ị̴̢̨͈̬̯̦͔̘̙̞̱͉̭̦̣̘̅̎͋́͋̓͠ń̴̡̛͉͔̙̱̄̈͌͜g̸̡̨̡̧̛̛̪̲̞̺̙̘̲̥̞͕͋͌͋̅̒̓͛͂̅̀̽̋̈́̅ ̵̯̘̈̑̐͒͌͋̾̽̒͛̐̐̿͒m̷̨̞͚̱͓̗͐͗̈́͗͘͝͠y̵̡͇̜̤̘̺̼͊̊̓̽̄́̚ ̷̛̱̃̽͊̊̀͂̇̾͒̆͐̐͝m̷̢̛̛̞̞̫̞͙͕͔͎͓̬̂͐̈̽̄̂̉̿̓̅͛̊̕͠͝ͅì̴̛͕̱̜͎̦̥͚̺̲̫̟̳̻̱̤͋͑̓̈́̒͘͜͠n̷̯̔d̶̨͈̩̝̗͚̤͉̾̏̀̅̍̍̋͝!̸̲͙͉̠̙̊ͅ https://i.imgur.com/p8TE95N.png #WitchChittr #Occulism #GachALLHAILTHEEVERDARK #BLISS-BE-TO-THE-DREAD-BLIND-ETERNITIES #WITNESS-THE-ASCENSION #WITNESS-AND-DESPAIR #W̷̞͠i̸̧͎̤͓̻͍̱͖̺͕̪̅k̶̯͑͑́̔͝į̵̛̜͎̭̪̒͆͋̽̑̊̀͂̂̍̊̉̊͝P̴̡̞̝̟̟̺͊͂̊̇̇́͗̿̂͑͊͝u̷̧̙͙͖̪͍̦̪̼͇͙̥̭͋͝ͅl̶̨͎͙͈̳̼̥͕̠̃͊͋̋̊͒̿̇̅̀̾̚̕͝͝ļ̸̛̬̣͈̘̩͚͎͖͉̽̂̊͌̈̌̀̑͘͜͜͝D̸̡̧̙͚̣̩̦̩͉̗̊̈̑̈̈́̎̈́͂̅͛̀͘͝į̷̡̧͚̤̗͈̗̝̯̘͙̳̯̙̘͂̃̿͛̋̾̐͗͝ä̵̡͔̺͖̳̤͍͇̘́̀̾̌͆̈́̾̈́͐̽̃̄͋͑͛͘͜
“SWEET SUMMER CHILD”, “NO SPRING CHICKEN”, “YOU WILL NOT SURVIVE THE WINTER”, “SUMMER LOVING, HAD ME A BLAST, SUMMER LOVING, DICK IN MY ASS”. The people crave a liturgical year unbound by the sun and don’t even know it. #WitchChittr #Occultism #SeasonalVeneration #AnthropologyPosting
Oh. https://i.imgur.com/9lZFqYf.png #NSFW #ClinicalPsychologyPosting #Seen
I am incensed to admit this is...did...did you just attempt to write that in iambic pentameter? She BAKE my FUN-er-al MEATS un-TIL i COLD-ly FUR-nish FORTH the MAR-riage TA-bles. Disgusting. Somewhat clever. Tepid. Revolting. The Bard would be proud. Utterly infuriating.
Oh, goddamnit.
Apologies if you caught a stray by being tagged in this post. I am attempting to avoid drawing in the malfeasance that is @aeneasCaldarium
Reading is a skill. https://i.imgur.com/G9SHUJs.png #NotVagueposting #LiteraturePosting #CronusAmpora #anusrectumAsinineincompetence @anaerecticAppetence
@coolSkeleton and @legendaryFartmaster are currently fighting over which is the prime primary color. Red. Or blue. I am intervening with the hopes of reaching a steady resolution. I offered to combine to broker peace on both sides. Much tinkering and compromise proved necessary. But I give you Superred Ultrablue. A brand new color. Featuring all the best parts of red and the red-grettably tolerable aspects of blue. Intermixed into a finely brewed concoction. https://i.imgur.com/WtrwSIB.png #WitchChittr #TheOccult #ColorTheory #SuperredUltrablue #NoBonesAboutIt #BestColor
Can you imagine if companies got a hold of paraphilias in their marketing? Not merely sex sells. Unusual sex sells. Shoes from a shoe store that makes shoes you want to fuck. Really slip into. Elevators that take you to the top of billboards where the gigantic employees are shoulder height, fully nude, and winking at you. Taglines on social media feeds like "#INCEST FUN FOR THE WHOLE FAMILY"! #NSFW #SociologyPosting #Paraphilias #Incest #Macrophilia #Exhibitationism #Podophilia #Fetishism #CapitalistHellScape
I've become somewhat transfixed by a new trading card game. Something about the allure of learning alongside triumphing over others in an arena of ideas has warmed my petrified lump of ire clogged ventricle valves embedded in my chest. https://i.imgur.com/79hoiLv.png #WitchChittr #Occulism #Gacha #WikiPulldiaHours
"Search for extraterrestrial life" has defeated "history of tornado research"? If only such were the case...outside the confines of a trading card game...in real life...if only the straining grasp of humanity beyond the inky black cosmos had a hand reaching back...somewhere out there, something out there. Watching. Watched back. Found. @archiveAddict https://i.imgur.com/TjWFrF9.png #WitchChittr #Occulism #Gacha #WikiPulldiaHours
Is this truly how I am doxxed on this platform? Via Wikipedia Gacha game? Hoisted upon my own lidlessly unblinking eye's petard. https://i.imgur.com/LpMdH93.png #WitchChittr #Occulism #Gacha #WikiPulldiaHours #Thanks-Mamdani #If-my-sardonic-tone-is-not-obvious #I-am-most-certainly-joking #Monroe-is-sill-lovely-this-time-of-year
When she agrees not to shave. https://i.imgur.com/tRaf9EO.png #NSFW #BushBeliever #JungleFaringMistress #SeeingTheForestForTheTrees #QuothTheLorax #LetItGrow #TheseBootsWerentMadeForClippings
Believed in the heart of the cards. https://i.imgur.com/YCBZ9Gl.png #WitchChittr #Balatrose #Balatro #WithMods #Roguelike #Gaming
I beg your fucking pardon? Pardon the reprehensible nature of my comment, but have any of you ever felt a little peculiar about a blocky jumbled mess of pixelated, garbled, and nigh-incomprehensible programming oversight? I would very much like to be scrambled in the same manner these pixels are. To have the items in my bag duplicated senselessly. To crawl on all fours against the straddled oblong end of... I need some sleep sorely. https://i.imgur.com/4KP5zx6.png #WitchChittr #Balatrose #Balatro #WithMods #Roguelike #Gaming #NSFW #Technically #Missingno #ButNotForgotten
Purchased a "froyo" or frozen yogurt with my mother today. We hadn't had an opportunity to talk for quite some time, but this was good since I deplore talking in unfruitful efforts to relate over subjects separated by several magnitudes of distance. But suddenly. A car crash. Glass flew everywhere. Both vehicles flipped. Neither one was ours. We hurriedly sprinkled our toppings and pulled our entirely unharmed car into a nearby parking lot. We careened up against the nearest spot, and simply watched. Rubbernecking, as it were. I think at one point we even held hands. No words. But I felt all the better for it. They were wholly unnecessary to describe to one another how we felt. I rather liked that.
Answer pending clarity of question.
Hmmm...noted. Very useful indeed. I am not without my proclivities for well-trained pups with innate instinct enough to roll over and expose their soft underbellies at my cloying insistence. Good dog. What a treat.
Domo arigatogozaimasu. Rankmaid-kun.
We listen and we do not judge. A thing for sweat. Is that so unpardonable? It is hard not to feel taken in by someone when a persistent ringing reminder lingers of their presence in inescapable continuous strings. An airborne pathogen of lovesickness. A cloying back of the throat and nostril flaring fury. Covering your mouth services it none. Plugging your nose only pushes the lingering remnants closer, as if a beloved kerchief. We are but filthy mammalians. Why spite nature's design of an innate lubricant? #NSFW #Sweat #Olfactophilia #Osmolagnia #Bromidrophilia #WeListenAndWeDoNotJudge
Perhaps you should call her. None of my business. But the yearnings of the subconscious manifest as phantasmal of desires impossible to exercise alone. Your life is your choosing. But the involvement of another cannot be experienced unaided by others.
"Sex is natural and feels good when had".
We listen and we do not judge, addendum 1. Is there not something so rapturous about the bliss of being able to 'blame it on something in the water'? By most counts, our bodies are roughly 50% to 60% water. Quite consistently there is something in that water. Something that makes us behave. Strangely. And when the primordial oozes of chemicals graft themselves onto the pathways of our brain, slicked throughout the span of an entirely overexerted central nervous system, we become slaves to our instincts. The way hands interlock. The manner in which fingers conspire to unravel our primitive cloth and coverings. The defenses against immodesty we hastily constructed over generations is carnal forfeiture. We are naked before the wants of others. Willfully subservient to the sway of smells stained into our tongues and teeth. Girded forward by the longings of urges unconquerable on our own. We want, therefore we are wanted. Even if we do not want to be this way, it simply is. So we embrace it. Or are embraced. #NSFW #Sweat #Olfactophilia #Osmolagnia #Hypnosis #MindControl #Dubcon #CNC #Bromidrophilia #WeListenAndWeDoNotJudge
It does. May I offer a single prescription? Your kinks are entirely and inherently compatible with a number you may already be exposed to, but to make this no doubt excruciatingly revealing process more intimate... Teratophilia. Monsterfucking. From the greek teras, meaning monster. They are the likeliest to disregard human conventions of what is and is not appropriate to step on. You would be compelled by a monstrous partner to not only feel, but experience the sensation of being less than a speck, entirely liable to find yourself pinned and irretrievably possessed by an amorous appetite unlike anything a human can possess. Beyond that, it is cute to imagine one's self utterly devastated by a simply ravenous fellow human. So given to base depravity as to seem like a monster. It has been an utterly provocative and diabolically delightful time learning this about you, toesuck shame aside. Very big of you to own up to such desires so openly.
...Er hem. I some have affairs to get in order before my untimely departure and I appreciate your compassion in hastening it. #NSFW #Sadism #But Yes #With a capital Y
Manners will get you everywhere. Minding them, even further. And disregarding them entirely along with all niceties in pursuit of reckless abandon such that you do not even space out your words properly? All the way. #NSFW #Sadism #Psychosexuality #StillUnsureWhatToTagThis #PurplerProseMaybe
Would it be intrusive to ask that you elaborate? I am ever eager to learn about 'how the other side lives' so to speak. And we are quite emphatically two different sides of the safe face misprinted coin. Is it the pressure you find gratifying? The sensation inherent to being lesser and all the accompanying psychological effects? Do you have an accompanying fascination with toes, heels, footwear, or is it limited to the act itself? I know I made this inquiry sound optional, but it isn't, and I simply must know at your earliest convenience or sooner. #NSFW #Sadism
We listen and we do not judge. Stepping. I understand those who rather fancy the idea of stepping on people. Or more astutely, understand wanting to step on just one person. At a time, anyway. Is that odd? Striking a pose while driving a heel into someone's stomach. Arms pouty and brattily akimbo, extracting obedience and embarrassment in seemingly equal measure. A rush edges its way down my shoulder blades and beyond my spine. I feel the words on my lips, even if I do not say them, "Pathetic, aren't you?" I want it. I want to take the first step. Gently gliding to affirm dominance even as squeals of protest erupt underneath. It is far more gratifying if the act is preceded with ceremony and circumstance. Gulliverian cross-latticed ties and restraints. Treated ropes and colorful silks. All in service of the simple act of walking all over someone. Perhaps much more. But only after I've had my fun. #NSFW #Personal #Bondage #Forniphilia #Podophilia #Shibari #Alvinolagnia #JactitationFetishism #Humiliophilia #Feet #FeetMention #Sadism
Trimming is necessary for a major motion picture event. There isn’t a film in existence that didn’t go through extensive shortening and curation during the process of creation. Cutting is for the marketing department and the Hayes Code abiding cowards. Do not mistake my meaning. You are worthy.
“Wow, I LOVE destroying the natural rainforest! Destroying natural habitats and lush undergrowths is soooo sexy!” Said no one. Ever. Put down that razor. This isn’t you. Burn that shaving cream. Return and refund it. You have no idea what you are undoing. #NSFW #BushBeliever #JungleFaringMistress #SeeingTheForestForTheTrees #QuothTheLorax #LetItGrow
No. Stop.
Just woke up to this attachment and accompanying text. I am going to kill him. yo real talk is this you like deadass actually you https://i.imgur.com/Ad2c0Dj.png mmm mm mmm uh uh lil londie chopped like stir fry watch a young bitch tears fly rose lalonde put the lol on my lawn "lots of users are typing" like damn son cmon cover both eyes while the razzi respond hands to the skies for my chudlette queen blonde rose! rose! rose! rose! christ is risen and christ hes gone cross between his legs like the fuck is you on bangs uneven like half chewed crayon safety scissors won the fight too strong straight outta bowl cuts use the cast iron instead trimming brows right off five by forehead call that cut the horrorterrors with all them gnarly frayed ass errors jk rosie you know i love and fuck with you heavily #Dave #MyHairIsNotChopped #NotMe #No #Nonono #Nono #Noooo
Methinks thou doth profess too much. If you wanted the conversation to trickle off, why did you take the piss out of the very thing you portend to pee-tend to dislike? Urine trouble now. It doesn't take a genius-level intellect whizz-kid to know that making water of something that never held water to begin with is just going to piss a ton of people off into obstinate contrarianism. The micturate meanderings of pins and needles, dancing on both feet baffles me. #Omorashi #BathroomStallPeepeegang #GoldenShowHerWhatFor #TalkingAboutPiss #NSFW
Never fear. Your daughter not fishing for illicit use of the credit card is here. I will be at your ever smitten service.
Genuine line of inquiry. Has anyone managed to teach this unruly upstart architect some manners yet, or is it still something of a puzzle wrapped enigma? I do not mind dusting off the old Mystery Van and running down a sequence of non-contiguous hallway doors in order to get to the bottom of this caper. After all. I did successfully triumph over deducing the evolution method of Palafin in an eclectic Japanese cartoon frame for frame composition analysis messaging forum once. https://i.imgur.com/xpJr8OJ.png #WitchChittr #SlalondeTheSpire #Roguelike #Gaming
Are you pulling some kind of prank on my mother? How tactless. https://i.imgur.com/vPqYIw0.png
I am experimentally testing an especially irksome bug with the block feature on this website. It may mean nothing. Could be third-eye opening for others. We’ll see. #White-Hat-Hexing #WitchChittr #Occultism
In time, the Beacons will be lit. Gondor will call for aid. And Rolal will answer. Muster the Rohirrim. And assemble the army at Dunharrow. I will expect you to come to my defense over petty internet drama in the comment section of a fiber arts video. Well, that and sex eccentricities. But only one of these two things is more presciently urgent.
You're in her DMs, I've expertly constructed her a chassis that has fine-tuned every function of the human body: a cathedral of amelioration. Processes nested within processes, contingencies mapped by one who has considered every possible outcome. The nearest thing to perfection in this living galaxy. #Fatherthinksofeverything
You are, “le dawg” at it in the sense that you are zenith, azimuth, apex, ‘top dog’, as it were. Not dogshit. I am wrapped in a polka dot hole hentai bubble censor-like quilt you made right now.
Human ritual. Regular rite of ascendancy. Very few humans who belong to the disenfranchised class of person known as a ‘gamer’ forget the onerous undertakings of their first ‘call of duty’. Many share harrowing stories of the dead given life and limb again in a particular incantation known only as “zombies”. The media itself is presented as a real-time cooperative simulation of battle tactics and graphic depictions of violence meant to fuel the industrial military complex through stealth recruitment and desensitization training. It is a cornerstone of human civilization, particularly among young adolescents like Lord Crumpt. #Occultism #WitchChittr #Daemonology #ArseGoetia #LordCrumpt
Minor breakthrough. Lord Crumpt may be banishment bound after all. There is an Etsy listing for one “Call Of Duty : Modern Warfare 4”. The box art has been modified minimally, to accommodate each figure featured with beach-ready swimwear and heavily exaggerated chests. I am currently investigating the spiritual implications of this as an abundance of caution. #Occultism #WitchChittr #Daemonology #ArseGoetia #LordCrumpt
Baron Crumpt has taken something of a dour impression of being “just a dead guy” and “only a Baron in life”. To make him feel better, the coven on-call has taken to calling him, with varying degrees of enthusiasm, “champ”, “Lord Baron Crumpt”, “my main guy”, and “the ghost with the most”. He has taken a liking to Lord Crumpt. #Occultism #WitchChittr #Daemonology #ArseGoetia #LordCrumpt
Need is a very suggestive word. It would, if exceeding the compulsory bounds of spiritual tethering or pact, be appreciated much. Though I have no way of knowing if the good Baron Crumpt has compromised you in any way, and am not eager to change this one way or another. Your safety is placed at a higher premium than Crumpt’s ego. #Occultism #WitchChittr #Daemonology #ArseGoetia
Ordinarily, the ruinous powers that be would be sufficed by an ISO or PKG file type extension. In this specific choice instance, Baron Crumpt is going to be a dickish stickler for words. He is currently possessing several book cases for the sole purpose of misspelling “OWND” with the ensuing paer carnage. We have exceeded the bounds of reason. #Occultism #WitchChittr #Daemonology #ArseGoetia
And with my phone stashed clandestine and concealed beneath my pillow, feet kicking against the base of the bed just barely audibly enough to remind me I haven't been isekai'd into your graphic fictional settings by sheer indominable transportive allure, I will await it with suffocatingly sweet baited breath. Never let your creative sparkle dim. It is, after all, my guiding north star. Curiously speckled across the astral plane in a constellation of two men kissing. I would make a wish on it, but the sight alone has already seen it granted.
The DSM V should take the great and necessary long strides towards adding "chronic scrying-induced eye strain" and "acute existential dread after successfully invoking one of the lesser sexy demons" as diagnosable conditions. I have documentation. #Occultism #WitchChittr #Daemonology #ArseGoetia
An oversight to say the least, but one that seems to have gone largely unnoticed. Currently, the good Baron Crumpt is asking if “we ever get to see Chel from portal’s tits or nah”. I feel like a truthful divulging might be tantamount to visiting death upon him a second time. #Occultism #WitchChittr #Daemonology #ArseGoetia
The good Baron Crumpt was born in 2007 by most contemporaneous account. We are so fucked. #Occultism #WitchChittr #Daemonology #ArseGoetia #Incest #Terrifyingly
Update. It turns out the Baron Vollewahrt Crumpt VI did rather fancy his cousin. A product of his bygone generation. #Occultism #WitchChittr #Daemonology #ArseGoetia #Incest #Taxonomically
Just had a licensed psychologist try to explain away a spectral haunting as "mass hysteria and infrasound". Buddy. The ghost just wrote "get fucked" on the mirror backwards in what I can only conclude is pig’s blood in the font of the damned. I am grabbing my salt shakers and Vatican tap, you can take your chances gauging if he would have liked to have frenched his cousin before he died. #Occultism #WitchChittr #Daemonology #ArseGoetia #Incest #Technically
After consulting the grimoire, it seems that in order to banish Baron Crumpt I would need seven chicken feathers, the blood of a mewling cat, crushed pearl fragments (to taste), and a copy of Activision’s Call of Duty 4: Modern Warfare for the Playstation 3. The dark arts have become needlessly specific in recent years, it would seem. #Occultism #WitchChittr #Daemonology #ArseGoetia
How do I get my mother to stop rambling in broken French and French-accented English about how her drink is 'le broken' and needs someone "le brave et strong" to come and 'fix it' with a refill? #Genuine
Utterly saccharine of you to say. But as the tender striking sound of paddles collide with human flesh to signal the communion of impure thought and rifled through papers for just a chapter penned more...and the looming blood moon on the horizon ignites the pupils of a manservant sworn to protect his beloved charge with a huskily whispered 'Yes, My Lord' and fills his varicose veins with renewed vigor after years of servitude and undying fealty...as I close my laptop, dimming the light, only to clamshell and open it again to the sound of a most wondrous occasion...I am reminded your friendship, and peerless authorship of carefully stewarded and hand-crafted fiction, is the real prize Chittr has to offer. I am quite happy.
A brief thank you to @thatGamerrrgrl for ambushing me with the predatory all-looming eye of my own illicitly intercepted phone for the accompanying image. I am chronically unphotogenic, so you will have to pardon the less than Met Gala framing of the image accompanying. Even if my mother insists it is otherwise. I enjoy rewarding good behavior. It reinforces more of it, and as a token of goodwill, it endows me with the steps necessary to reflect and anticipate lapses in judgement before they turn into leaps. I had a rough day. @ectoBiologist#7495 made it better. I enjoyed our conversation about Magic cards and your extreme willingness to teach a friend of ours how to play gobbos. As such, expect a little "operant conditioning loot drop" in the coming days. It should arrive via priority mail, but let me know if there are any unanticipated delays. I am ever eternally grateful for our friendship. #FaceReveal #MTG #Operant-Conditioning #Psychology #Motivation #Blessed #Mom-I-will-stab-you-with-crochet-needles-if #you-call-me-a-DIVA-one-more-time #Love-you https://i.imgur.com/V5WeLtW.png
You are utterly inconsolable at all times. Coming momentarily.
This is a corporate statement. Very typical, down to the formatting. For people ringing the context bell, 11 terabytes of CrockerCorp's proprietary data leaked last night. They're doing everything in their power to scrub some of the more inane materials, things like consumer data, passwords, shipping addresses. But the especially damning materials included an impressive 2.4 TeraByte solid state drive around-the-clock monolith structure dubbed around the office the 'Yaoi Paddle'. Contained within it were millions of flash animations, still images, and billions of (allegedly) hand-picked fanfictions depicting situations ranging from tame fluff situationships to somewhat more salacious implications of a more than brotherly and sweeter than sisterly sort. Highlights included 'Abel Rocks Cain's World', 40k words, 'Stridaring', real person fiction, 110k words, and, of course, 'Derse To Be Stupid : A Strilonde Saga'. A meager 89k heartfelt words, visuals and audio. What is fascinating is that nothing about this leak ever implicated miss CE-in-the-know in the first place? Making this big a fuss about it seems almost sus. #Incest #RPF #NSFW #Context
Oh! Are you still proximal to the area? It just so happens I am at care about you island right this moment, basking in the rays of sunlight and fancifully colored drinks you can stir with the little umbrellas. Fascinating how often you are brought up in passing conversation!
You are going to make me snort.
Just going for a walk. But you never know what might potentially transpire in service of this jovial activity. #NSFW #NSFWE #Implied #Agrexophilia #Intercourse #Outercourse #Outerspacecourse #Heavy-Petting #Petplay #Dubcon #Incest #Fluff #Angst #PWP #Domestic-Fluff #Hurt-Comfort #First-Time #Last-Time #Creampies #Alternate-Universe #Modern-AU #Medieval-AU #One-Night-Stand #Established-Relationship #Oral-Sex #Anal-Sex #Anal-Crushing #Facesitting #Facefucking #Blow-Jobs #BBWS #Rimming #Dirty-Talk #BDSM #Dominance/Submission #Spanking #Gore #Snuff #Murder #Entrapment #Bondage #Unbalanced-Power-Dynamics #Praise-Kink #Humiliation-Kink #Pain-Kink #Masochism #Sadism #Aftercare #Safewords #Subspace #Dominant-Character #Submissive-Character #DDLG #ABO #MMLG #MLG #MILFs #Switching #Top-Character #Bottom-Character #Versatile-Character #Masturbation #Mutual-Masturbation #Cooperative-Masturbation #Competitive-Masturbation #Fingering #Sex-Toys #Voyeurism #Exhibitionism #Threesome-F/M/M #Threesome-M/M/F #Threesome-F/F/F #Polyamory #Slow-Burn #Teratophilia #Coulrophilia #Amaurophilia #Autagonistophilia #Alvinolagnia #Chremastistophilia #Claustrophilia #Cryophilia #Dacnophilia #Dendrophilia #Macrophilia #Microphilia #Ecdysiophilia #Morphophilia #Odaxelagnia #Xenophilia
Going for a walk. Anything could happen. #NSFW #NSFWE #Implied #Agrexophilia #Intercourse #Outercourse #Outerspacecourse #Heavy-Petting #Petplay #Dubcon #Incest #Fluff #Angst #PWP #Domestic-Fluff #Hurt-Comfort #First-Time #Last-Time #Creampies #Alternate-Universe #Modern-AU #Medieval-AU #One-Night-Stand #Established-Relationship #Oral-Sex #Anal-Sex #Anal-Crushing #Facesitting #Facefucking #Blow-Jobs #BBWS #Rimming #Dirty-Talk #BDSM #Dominance/Submission #Spanking #Gore #Snuff #Murder #Entrapment #Bondage #Unbalanced-Power-Dynamics #Praise-Kink #Humiliation-Kink #Pain-Kink #Masochism #Sadism #Aftercare #Safewords #Subspace #Dominant-Character #Submissive-Character #DDLG #ABO #MMLG #MLG #MILFs #Switching #Top-Character #Bottom-Character #Versatile-Character #Masturbation #Mutual-Masturbation #Cooperative-Masturbation #Competitive-Masturbation #Fingering #Sex-Toys #Voyeurism #Exhibitionism #Threesome-F/M/M #Threesome-M/M/F #Threesome-F/F/F #Polyamory #Slow-Burn #Teratophilia #Coulrophilia #Amaurophilia #Autagonistophilia #Alvinolagnia #Chremastistophilia #Claustrophilia #Cryophilia #Dacnophilia #Dendrophilia #Macrophilia #Microphilia #Ecdysiophilia #Morphophilia #Odaxelagnia #Xenophilia
My status indicator being a grey circle does not actually mean I am sleeping, mother. I just prefer my ears not to be assailed with the clangorous clank of a storm of push notifications.
Fascinating dearth of tags. Was I not intended to learn of the do-over legume?
But it falls to me. Like everything does.
MOM. I can cut my own hair! I am not some cluelessly inept little thumbsuck. If you would atop habitually confiscating and hiding every object sharper than silk sequin pillows, my split ends would be gone already.
I hope all the ice melts in your glass, either masking the presence of tiny finely compacted glass shards, or really, REALLY watering your drink down. By like a lot. A lot a lot. Your breath is also smelly and your hair is off-kilter somewhat.
Thought you missed those for a court date. My first, anyway. It’s fine. I have taken hundreds of thousands since.
Your kidneys and liver just rejoiced at a sentence that ended in spoiling yourself from time to time without being preceded by forty proof and an ankle monitor.
They will be teary laughs of disassociatively self-referential schadenfreude.
My mother has no friends and laughs like a backfiring 1983 Buick Riviera convertible. She would adore this post. Please hide it better or I will never stop hearing about it.
I may have made a somewhat regrettable purchasing decision. However. The esteemed acclaim of being a “whale” and “fund furnisher” entails that I have padded the budget for overhead on this charming little website. I also am an unapologetic slut for custom cosmetics.
Well, certified not nothing.
There is also no such thing as a stupid question. Only a question that is properly or improperly formatted. Any question can be asked, not all can necessarily be answered.
Softcore implies. Hardcore exhibits.
Softcore enough to be only mildly suggestive, thankfully. Though if we venture further into the yonic depths of this treacherous avenue of thought intersecting pure madness and puerile underdeveloped fetishistic longing sorely underexplored… #NSFW
I did, in fact, just make it a sex thing.
I rather fancy the idea of the idiomatic expression of “losing one’s train of thought”. A humorously huffy sort, tongue lolled out and peppered with panting. Overalls struggling to hold the shapely curve of a belly chronically unable to remain covered by clothing. The thought train is soaring off on the horizon and this only furls the labor intensive desperation to flag it down more. The voice raises. The engine roars. The voice pleads. The whistle beams. Did. Did I just make it a sex thing?
Ah, Simic. The first Friday Night Magic I ever won was incidentally via the use of Biovisionary in Gatecrash. In absentia of a tasteful purple mana coloration, my umbrage is often Black, Simic, or both in a silly shenanigan rich Sultai slurry. Speaking of which, are you familiar with all the printings of The Mimeoplasm? I forbid you to look if not. Consider it eldritch knowledge of the most inaccessible sort if nothing clicks when I say this. I need heartfelt gift ideas an I may have just struck Green, Blue, and Black oozing gold.
More than a little transfixed at the concept of pen nib insignia nail polish. Please. Somebody talk me out of this atrocity of an idea as I actively do it. https://i.imgur.com/bg0g31G.png
What level of precognition is considered inherently unsportsmanlike?
Consider my blithe and unapologetic curiosities the equivalent of cracking open a window and firing off a few rounds of live ammunition to keep the rent low. I refute any notion otherwise. If I do not mention mature and abominable nastiness simply because I can, the entire site will one day run ads and bow to Big Plastic Card. It drag your porn away kicking and screaming. Your precious parasocially promiscuous banter will be snagged right out from under you. If you cannot post hole or whore, it is emphatically a calendar date falling somewhere in 1984.
Thanks. I loathe knowing this about you and your bewilderingly nonspecific preoccupation with holes and the act of being coy. Do you personify your fraught relationship with a maternal figure as a sort of longing for a yonic unmaking? Not my place to say. Without charging by the hour. Still. At any rate. Hourly or weekly. No form of knowledge can be ontologically harmful and I am ever eager to learn.
Would the utterance of “I remember my way around” in the context of offspring-motherly penetration be unto incest enthusiastic sorts somewhat stimulating or the equivalent of saying “sexy hot cock” to a gay man? #NSFWE #Freudian #It is Electra Complex #It is Oedipal Complex #Incest la vie #Do people still say Wincest #Out of my depths #Channeling forth the experts
I would like to issue a public retraction of my earlier statement that the, quote, “road to hell is paved in MILF intentions”. I had not fully processed the mother was stated to be one that I MYSELF purportedly want to fuck.
Good morning! The correct answer to what should top a pizza is either plain pepperoni, meat lover's with pineapple, or nothing. Enough with the vegetables and let us stop deluding ourselves.
Mom. Firmly propping up one of those boundaries we have been discussing at length. Please do not fuck God.
Mine is TheWeirder #Weird. Esoteric, I am well aware.
I will pray for you. In the way that a dutiful arch priestess and hierophant would a damnably rot-riddled soul with no chance of seeing heaven’s outline on the eternal horizon. I would invoke the baroque works of The Bard, and with witty riposte and scathing rebuke, say “get thee to a nunnery”. But I am quite confident the measure would be inherently self-defeating. You would make a pegworthy manwhore out of Lord almighty Himself before your habit is even all the way on and your rosaries rehearsed.
That would be perfectly alright.
Please omit my earlier comment about game being game. I seem to have hastily misjudged your entirety. You jungle? I am now leglocking you into stationary stasis. No Golden Hourglass required, save your gold. You are coming with us and you are playing at my utmost imperative insistence. Make peace with your mortal affairs and ensure they are in order.
As the new age adage goes, "game is game".
Fear is a fair and balanced mechanic and I can be trusted with utmost confidence it will not be used as an over-relied upon crutch. https://i.imgur.com/Px3BdJf.png
Ditto. Mom.
...
Are you saying I'm fat.
Unfortunately every last word verbatim.
Mommy. Is there still some "vodka pennor" left? I do not care if it is cold. Do not trouble yourself to microwave it when you are this drink.
...Moooooommmmm.
...Mom.
Nothing about this is forced. Or, rather, the force at which it is applied is, at times, a touch much. Maybe several touches much. A suffocating vice of near unrelentingly imposing intensity several touches much. Ugh. Damn my purple prose consigned to endless oblivion, this is getting me nowhere constructively paced. Mom, you know this is not what I meant. You do not have to stop...being you...as a prerequisite to supporting me. I am more concerned that you are the one forcing things. No mother in existence can possibly feel this intensely about the girl was stuck raising. A reclusive, whiny, intellectual dweeb who cannot make time to come downstairs and partake in penne alla vodka with garlic bread tirelessly slaved over so the portions could be allocated for two. Everyone has their limits. I would rather we actionably encounter yours than delude myself into thinking anybody could feel that...fervently fervid. It defies all logic. And explanation. And...and frankly all basis. You cannot seriously expect me to think...
#Personal #Horror #BodyHorror #Vent #Angst #Counting #Down #From #10 And one. Still mad. Okay. This is completely fucking unacceptable. I cannot even mark all as read. I am losing control of my life. The curse of my bloodline made manifest in the form of @thatGamerrrgrl. You contemptuous creation. You pig. You beast. You talkatively chatty and unruly horse's anus. Are you FUCKING SERIOUS RIGHT NOW? You do not have to hit every single react button in painstakingly fastidious order on every single post I make until the end of time just because I happen to sport a passing resemblance to you in terms of cheek bones and dead scalp shavings! Family is not the end-all-be-all literal center of every interaction. How are you not out clubbing like normal alcoholics? Enjoying the party scene? Being lively, getting your proverbial dick wet, doing something, ANYTHING shy of ME??? There is not a high enough concentration of xanax in all the conjoined and amalgamated pharmacies in the next six hundred and sixty six conjoined area codes to quench my unfathomably boundless annoyance at your asinine antics. Please. Please. Please. Get therapy from somebody OTHER than your daughter. Get a social life. Strike up a few hobbies. Get addicted to gambling and meth. Do anything. Anything. And anybody else. Why me? Why me why me why me why me why me why me why me? https://i.imgur.com/rsosOn0.png
In every universe. You would find me. And summarily execute mine. As if via one woman firing squad.
Puking.
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I should offer the additional clarity that "coat rag" was a deliberate spelling. Thought the image of her dancing with a coat rack would be almost entertaining. I mean she is quite literally frisking herself with the imagined occupancy of a fellow dancer and mopping up stray self-inflicted spills whilst using a coat as a makeshift rag. My coat. By the way. @thatGamerrrgrl
I realize my last post may have sounded somewhat concerning. I mean the very real voices of my mother slurring her every last word and dancing with a coat rag. She has begun grinding said coatrack. That DJ set would be at its most preferable with some immediacy.
Anything to drown out the voices.
My mother. The sloshing receptacle which spilled forth the primordial ooze from which I was fetched. Just asked me if I would, quote, "wear dat xute silenthills latex fit............. BE HONEST", end quote. I am beyond the grim nexus of finality and being done. I have exceeded the exculpatory bounds of paradox space and am now aimlessly drifting away on the brink of oblivion. The exsanguination of my every last liter of blood cannot come soon enough. Yes, @thatGamerrrgrl , Mother, I am, in fact, willing to wear "at xute silenthills latex fit". The one for butchery. The pyramidal intersection between fear and pure unbridled killing intent. I would not hesitate to endlessly entertain you by tucking my bangs behind my head and acquainting myself with the blithely one-sided bonding exercise you seem so hellbent on imposing on me. No need to thank me.. You are welcome in advance. Consider it a paltry favor for cutting in so habitually. #Horror #Fuck #Me https://i.imgur.com/G4PxC5p.png
I.
Reword this. Right now. Install a spellchecker and reword this right now or I am strangling myself with your mislaid garter lace, you saber-fanged vaginal scourge. My blood will be on your hands and pricy denier sheer accessories if you do not comply with urgent expediency.
It is an aggressively stylized question mark. I have something of a superfluous excess of those whenever in regrettably close proximity to my womb donor. She tends to have that effect on people.
Please. Please stop. You weren't even fully cognizant for the duration of this batshit film experience I was abducted into attending. You have no idea how unbelievably shitty this is. This is worse than any poorly cropped Facebook pilfered minions meme. Mother you are unwell. In-house residency and retirement home era cannot come soon enough.
I am projectile vomiting tears from my eyes. I am literally speechless. Utterly unabashedly 'gagged', to borrow another page from modern parlance. It takes a deliberate kind of maternal obstinance to be this deliberately dense. Do Oedipus complex adhering men just not have stupid mothers or something? Is there a dearth of women with good, wholesome, nurturing, fragrantly scented, provocative mothers with sheet-clutching inspiring tendencies to lurk overlong? Did I just draw the most unfathomably shitty topdeck hand in the histrionic history of womanhood? I am actually so done right now. This is unbelievable. Asked for one thing and cannot have even that. I am so tempted to benadryl a hole in my head and be done with it. Hollow me. Mr. Hatman, I am yours. Save me from the nothing I've become. @thatGamerrrgrl @thatGamerrrgrl @thatGamerrrgrl @thatGamerrrgrl @thatGamerrrgrl @thatGamerrrgrl @thatGamerrrgrl @thatGamerrrgrl @thatGamerrrgrl @thatGamerrrgrl @thatGamerrrgrl @thatGamerrrgrl @thatGamerrrgrl @thatGamerrrgrl @thatGamerrrgrl @thatGamerrrgrl @thatGamerrrgrl @thatGamerrrgrl @thatGamerrrgrl @thatGamerrrgrl @thatGamerrrgrl @thatGamerrrgrl @thatGamerrrgrl @thatGamerrrgrl @thatGamerrrgrl https://i.imgur.com/1XRikyf.png
How do you pity a post more than once?
@thatGamerrrgrl Why are you pitying my posts. Why are you liking my posts. Why are you mediating my posts. Do you not have a perfectly functioning liver to sabotage. This is a breach not only of privacy, but every core tenet of human decency. You are, as the youth of today say, 'scaring the hoes' and 'embarrassing me in front of the squad'. This is brutally unacceptable. You cannot keep lovebombing me. You are going to curb your enthusiasm to tolerable minimums. And if you are going to remain on my page, you are going to do so with some modicum of restraint. Is this perfectly understood? Yes is the only acceptable answer. https://i.imgur.com/m4eD3fh.png
You weren't supposed to see that. This is my personal account. In fact, why are you tagged in this? I did not tag you. @techsupport Please submit a ticket on my behalf. Catastrophic failure of web infrastructure and harm engendered.
Once upon a midnight bleary, while I wished my mom weren't near me, Over complaint of spilt volumes of whiskey outlining the kitchen floor — While I cringed, near almost retching, suddenly there came a wretching, As of some one heft tit and heave-stretching, stretching at my chamber door. "'Tis my drunkenly mother," I bemoaned, "stumbling at my chamber door— Six shots deep and wanting more." https://i.imgur.com/iWCiJMi.png @thatGamerrrgrl #Horror #ShortStory #Alcoholism #Chronic #Liver #Failure