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Talons, last week you presented a multistage fight with three waves of enemies, two of which where fighters, the rest of whom had grapple abilities, and were surprised it took us all session to kill them 😅

idk what dm needs to hear this but you arent getting that done in a single session

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Draw fat bunny girls NOW

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Now referring to all DP as frottoming, thank you

Cute trans girl taking two other cute trans girls in her ass at the same time.

Call that Frottoming

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what a fucking coward

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Forget unrequited love, you know what's really tragic? requited love but they're doomed by the narrative. It doesn't matter that they love each other, it doesn't matter how hard they love, they were doomed from the start.

#signalis

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At the western wear store: Ma'am, come quick, the autism levels are spiking!

The Neurodiversity Monitor: What? Did the wild west autists come out of hibernation early!?

Lackey in front of a screen: No ma'am, it's... it's...

Cut to two 25+ year-olds sitting on the floor in the children's animal toy display: The dinosaur autists

#autism #autistic

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go ahead matt. mark this as sexual content cuz i have my belly out while trans

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An average morning, now

Me and also the cat: well i have to pee and the dog is barking so I guess I'm Awake Now

My roommate, an early bird with two yappers: morning! I've been awake for 87 years and sonic cleaned the dishes with the force of my hand scrubbing!

My wife, 2 hours later with the dog who was barking but refused to leave the room with me: eeeeeooouuuuugh... morning... *locks self in bathroom for 20 min before becoming the most capable one amongst us*

#mornings #to be clear #this is about the animals #i get the cat #aloof and begrudging #my roommate gets her dogs #filled with an unholy energy #and my wife gets our dog #who #despite waking up hours later #is the biggest and bestest in the house

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Due to sudden major expenses, both expected and unexpected, my wife and I are in dire need of some quick cash. As such, we'll be holding a fundraising live stream on Saturday, the 27th. If you can, any donation would help, and if not, just sharing the stream and hanging out is plenty <3

#twitchstreamer #fundraising #vtuber #trans #autistic

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I couldn’t resist

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kinder than man, althea davis

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I'm a shithead.

I don't mean that I'm mean-spirited or that I treat others poorly, though I'm sure some would agree with that description too.

I see other people with such good ideas that they are able to put them to form. Not just random wisps of inspiration that float past, the scent catching their noses like the pleasant odors of a freshly baked pie set upon the windowsill, only to set them down and pass them by after a time.

No, I mean truly good ideas; the kind that stick with them long enough to make a video or an essay or even a movie. It takes work to do something like that, and these ideas are the kind that work doesn't drown out, but rather the kind that motivates work to continue. Ideas that bounce around their heads with such fervor that they must give them such form or else risk concussion from all the brain-rattling.

I, on the other hand, have nothing but shit in my own head. Sure, sometimes, I'll catch that whiff of inspiration upon seeing someone else's good ideas, and I'll get the impulse to tell my own version filtered through my own lens, but the moment I sit to write it out it's revealed for what it truly is.

Utter, non-transmutable shit. I can't dress it up like something it isn't, because I always know what it is. I can't perfume it, because now that I've smelt it, I can always sense that rancid odor just beneath. It's shit, it's been shit, and it's not likely to be replaced by non-shit any time soon.

And academically, I know why it's like this. I grew up white in a series of abusive and neglectful homes that didn't quite pull through the '08 recession. Scared, white, and working poor is a potent combination, and if I weren't too queer or disabled to fit into the mold my childhood tried to fit me in I'm sure I'd have a much different, though not necessarily better, life.

When I was younger, I used to write all the time. I thought of stories as ways for us to imagine what could be possible beyond what society told us was probable. I can't claim any of it was good; it was mostly self-insert anime fanfiction in which I got to have the power to do the right thing without consequence. But it's still more than I can make today, and I think some of the action holds up.

Nowadays, if I go to write anything that isn't some depressing ramble about how much I don't want to be alive without saying the big S word, I sit there, fish-eyed, staring past the empty word document on my screen as I struggle to find any words at all. If I do get something out, I have to push past it or else risk ruining the entire idea in my mind as I pick every piece apart as either not impactful enough or over-engineered and therefore unrelatable and constructed.

Maybe it's the fact that I've been in autistic burnout off and on for most of a decade, or maybe it's because I'm finally deconstructing my biases and am troubled by what my mind seeks to produce. Maybe being a system that can't ever not dissociate without everyone bickering over everything makes it impossible to ever be able to stick with an idea long enough to make something of it.

Maybe I'm just too broken, and so all my ideas are shit. Seems like the easy answer, at least. Sure, there's probably some world in which a brain like mine could make something more that a depression post or a rambling tiktok. But in this world?

I'm just tired, and an easy answer- an easy way out- sounds like the closest thing to peace I'll ever get.

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a group of late 1800s miners singing a working song while hammering a massive dildo into my ass

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Listen to me now, As I tell you all my tale, Of beings holier than thou, Of beings, still, who fail.

A song they sang to end all worlds, For they thought it was their right. They laughed and danced as all things curled, And yielded before their might.

And yet, they had a weakness, Borne of their very power. Their utter lack of meekness, Would soon cause them to cower.

As they danced, a meager lass came, And submitted herself too quick. Yet their power and their fame, Convinced them there was no trick.

And as they took her as their prize, Her smile they failed to see. As her magicks took them by surprise, It was she who laughed with glee.

"You fools!" she cried, delighted, And to outer realms they were sent. Their conquests then were ended, And she collected recompense.

There they lie, beyond the veil, Waiting for their chance. Yet sealed away they will remain, Never again to dance.

Listen to me now, But do not be distressed. I've seen the face of God, And I was not impressed.

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#bunny bard #i had to #is very good art #the bard just kinda happened #sorry

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