hop hop?

my personal experience of Iron Lung is sooo special to me. i watched the movie in the cinema but i had poured a 15% ABV alcoholic energy drink directly into my slushy which sank directly to the bottom, failed to consider this, essentially skulled that whole drink before the credits were even finished and was so drunk i dont remember any of the movie other than that i continued to sip my second drink every time markilplier said "fuck" or "when there was blood on screen" and then tried to rewatch it in 144p on a projector on my BLUE living room wall where it looked like the evil version of Iron Lung where instead of blood it was shit. not had any thoughts about the movie ever since and i think thats very beautiful. someone tell Markiplier im sorry.

It’s important that everyone knows he lives in my house

realised i meant trailers and not credits, killing myself

The most satanic hitlerite politician in the west will say the most insanely genocidal stuff, and the "leftist" party will offer their condolences to them when they die

tights fuckers are out there operating on levels of perversion the rest of us can only dream of. half those motherfuckers are hornier about light and transparency than they are about toes

there's some dude on pixiv right now doing generational work rendering precise fabric grain and angelic translucency whose work should be studied in art classes 400 years from now who will die forgotten because he's doing all that in the service of a picture where you can juuuuust barely see the pattern on a girl's underwear

to be clear he's a hero and this is an injustice

If my page suddenly stops posting one day, know that my baby Qais has died. I will never forget the people who saw my child bleeding, suffering, and begging for help, yet chose silence and continued scrolling.

I feel completely broken and deeply ashamed begging strangers for help every day, because this suffering has turned me into a mother forced to sacrifice even her dignity just to keep her child alive.

I’m saying this with a heart that can’t take more pain. If you read this and scroll away, I won’t forgive you. My baby is slipping away. Please donate now, please share—save Qais.

If my page suddenly stops posting one day, know that my baby Qais has died. I will never forget the people who saw my child bleeding, suffering, and begging for help, yet chose silence and continued scrolling.

I feel completely broken and deeply ashamed begging strangers for help every day, because this suffering has turned me into a mother forced to sacrifice even her dignity just to keep her child alive.

I’m saying this with a heart that can’t take more pain. If you read this and scroll away, I won’t forgive you. My baby is slipping away. Please donate now, please share—save Qais.