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stiffyck · 4 months
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(For sending an ask word) extemporaneous
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answered by @nullvoidface
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spinyfruit · 1 month
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the demonic urge to write a smutty oneshot instead of working on any of my ongoing wips is back
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crypticnightmaress · 2 months
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This is based on a conversation I had with @aaa-wyvern-called-zesty
and @beastkaiju yesterday :3
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sequentialprophet · 5 days
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MY GUY GETTING TO RAP WE'RE BACK BABY
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writtenonreceipts · 4 months
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Would love people to do their jobs and take responsibility for their mistakes.
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shanethvarosa · 4 months
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Does anyone even really care?
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bluedancingkittykat · 8 months
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not to be That Person, but i low key high key hate it when people will shit on not-queer people for not being queer. like seriously? even minuscule things like being "oh youre straight? lame!" seriously? seriously??? don't you remember thinking to yourself 'im sorry i can't change who i am.' do you not remember being bullied because you were different?
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erminecore · 9 months
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So like. I did get the new pikmin. And I'm kind of, vibrating as I wait for it to come in.
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hawks-man · 9 months
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I hate that I feel so trapped and alone. I just want to have some romantic love, some emotional care, and to get some sex. Like I don't feel it's a lot to ask and yet...
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stiffyck · 4 months
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Could we get cat skizz or impulse with zoomies? Maybe even both? <3
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HELP HELP HELP HEEEEELP HELP
answered by @nullvoidface
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spinyfruit · 15 days
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two chapters done, eight to go
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crypticnightmaress · 2 months
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"Everyone should be a bit more insane" Honey, you cannot handle people with mental illness who act insane DUE to said mental illness, sit the fuck down
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hikikowhorie · 10 months
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little blondie on the farm
[tw]
little blondie in the barn
she's never seen it before
always in the house with Tom and jerry
eating moms old fashioned roast
little blondie in the barn
she's never seen it before
daddy promised it would happen-
nothing he could control
he'd loved her so dearly,
she was resting in his soul
but his heart grew too big
burst right through his chest-
he was just feeding the pigs
and blondie found him cold
but momma didn't cry at the funeral
kept strong, like she was told
and there his bags lay, out on the road
while the new man showed her around
our little blondie on the barn
to see the pigs and the cows
look how big they are
see how small you are.
have a gander, he said
little blondie on the farm
wanders into the chicken coup
and spots a nested hen
runs right over to do a carry
holds the bird and stops right then
five little eggs, in a pocket of safety
the man pops on in
and asks what she's found
a mother hen she tells him
but the father's not around
not to worry
he touches an egg
reaching past blondie
in the crowded chicken house
she made them on her own
mother Mary!
little blondie in the chicken coup
holding the hen close
sure he says
but there is no baby
with the flick of his finger the shell of an egg cracks
and little blondie cries
and she cries
and she cries
her little hands gripping the mother mary
asking why he'd do that
he tries to explain
she doesn't understand
it is too late
and he is afraid
his hand is on her mouth
and mary has been dropped
the eggs will be crushed
as the coup disrupts
fear has led to power
and things are going south
power is intoxicating
when you've been foaming at the mouth
waiting for control
little blondie on the farm
she'd never been there before
eating chicken for dinner
she'd never been there before
a/n and more blondie
this is a story about the shift in life that sexual assault causes. hopefully reading this will have made you feel it, and hopefully it wasn't too bad for you, hopefully it got some feelings out, and hopefully you understand what I'm saying.
I want to say that this is a story. the symbolism in it, however, is incredibly tied into my life and my psychotic symbolism things and considering this is void talk, I'd like to dissect some the poem. don't care none of you know me and nobody has a tumblr. i wanna talk about it, because I never get to. you can ignore this, or oggle at me like I'm a zoo animal honestly idc I'm into that shit
this is shorter and more interesting so I'll do this first
the butchering was purposefully ignored simply because it was not relevant. i wanted the reader to believe that it would have a classic play on the butchering narrative to symbolize loss of innocence or whatever, only to have that part of the learning experience completely ripped from the main character. for her to continue to eat meat, and to never question its whereabouts represents a part of her life that has now been glazed and will be absent. in the metaphoric sense, it is relatable to the viewer (maybe) and author, but in the literal sense, my personal story was different, and death was quite a big part of my life, for a few reasons, ive experienced my apathy, however blondie is completely unaware and apathetic the entire time. she never witnessed the killings before the new man and I didn't include this because I thought it would be too obvious, or too much. but her father did the killings while she was at school, keeping her away from them. she hears them at night now. but she doesn't really. she is apathetic, and gone. she is a shell. she never got to learn the process of death.
and that is where we differ in this story. the absence of death and the overwhelming presence of it happen simultaneously for her, without her even realizing it. and that is something that a lot of young children face. dealing with life or death scenarios before understanding it, or the part of your brain breaking at a young age from csa or cocsa.
you are dying without even knowing the meaning of the word
:)
religious symbolism is common, I know that. I rarely understand what these things mean to me so here i go
Im terrified of religion, like most of us, and have been since I was very young. I have a history of hearing voices that I truly didnt and still don't know what they were. sometimes I had convinced myself they were the devil or his demons. I was so fearful I would pray and pray and they would not leave. so loud. nowadays I believe it represents itself in chatter. but it was so real and frightening when I was young. cowering from the demons my pastor yells about every Sunday, trying to corrupt me, punishing me for dressing my barbie dolls.
mother Mary is the only pillar I believe
mother Mary is above all else
see the lord is not real
God is not real
they taught me one is dark and one is light but I present to you the existence of gray
God is not good
if god is all things good how can he not be all things evil? he is all. he is the man, and he is no malevolent god.
and i didn't know how to take that growing up, and idk if it was that hard for anyone else but it fucked with me. because I was too small to be freaking out about that. the fact that nothing. happens.
a woman creating life without the essence of lust, without impurifying herself. that is a godly being. that is the mother.
the thought of being held by purity herself, the ultimate comfort of a mother, like bathing in holy water as a newborn. warm water in the cold touched by God's hands. mother mary.
and in that moment you are baby jesus
the innocent act of blondie picking up the mother mary, is the ignorance of your purity. not necessarily in a negative sense, but blissful is too positive.
to see the mother mary through a child's eyes, not through the word of the Bible, even so in the form of a hen. it is a brief and rushing moment of comfort, of relief, of haven.
there was a moment, and I was there. I was there. just before everything was doomed, just after I could be my own small person.
and I don't quite remember
but for a second everything was perfect
I wish I had relished in that second
blondie is the egg that mother mary laid. the goddess has been thrown, disrespected, the destroyed shells of her children prevent the necessary possibilities of life. taken by the Man. not the industry dude man sorry the godman. the man who made eve from the rib of his likeness so she would lay for said likeness. what a creep.
a fleeting moment. back when it was perfect. how quickly it was gone. you feel guilty that you dropped her. I hope this makes sense. probb idk
the barn is representative of my home life. I did not live on a farm. but I've witnessed mercy killings, and inhumane environments. nothing like a farm. quite. the opposit.e but I wish it was. and I think I liked to think it had been when I was young. a farm. or a zoo. a sanctuary. it was supposed to be. that hurts
this helped me feel better.
also blondies mom killed her dad to marry the new man and he was evil. this was a twisted fucking way of looking at my personal situation.
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warmspice · 1 year
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GIRL HELP
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voidsbane · 2 years
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anyone got any sterek drawing requests? :o
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sequentialprophet · 1 year
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I think the fundamental difference between Nick and Matt is Nick is a we would like to be excluded from this narrative type and Matt is a what the fuck why are we excluded from this narrative type.
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