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imagining like a frat bro with the hat on sideways and like the sleeves cut off his shirt getting drunk as fuck and crying to his boys like spilling jungle juice on himself getting the couch all sticky and shit and then he takes his phone out of his pocket and all his bros are like bro do not text her right now but he opens a sudoku app and chooses "master" difficulty and starts filling in the board at blinding speed. he wakes up in the morning and every cell is wrong

It's actually super unethical to keep a peeve as a pet

yes!!! thank you!!! I hate when people do this, it's one of my uh... one of my... oh no...

as it gets warmer let's all remember the two most beautiful accessories a girl can have this summer are hairy legs and a bunch of bruises from bangin around

haha hey bro cant help but notice that there are multiple supply caches and autosaves leading up to me entering your chamber for that quick chat you wanted. just a quick chat though right haha. just a quick chat right

My wizard powers are lowkey wicked but I only use them for good (torturing men) so I’m celebrated widely in the land. No praaaablem.

girl u r not making any sense i love u

"are you normal about-" no I'm an insane pervert

i love that it’s a carefully worded, well-written, non-inflammatory answer too. which asker wouldn’t know because they won’t read it. i love website

"A wall of text" baby that's a curb at best

I think if you showed baru cormorant excel spreadsheets she would feel wonder at its arithmetic capabilities and profound pleasure at her command of such a quick witted tool but after a few hours sunk into playing with it the cold fist of dread that this was a masquerade tool - provided her to poison her figures? - would close in her chest and she’d queasily redo all the sums by hand just to double check and finding nothing would wonder if it wasn’t an exercise to steadily sow her faith in the technology and make her complacent in its whisperings so that one errant sum arced from the heart of the empire like an arrow could unravel the intestines of her lifelong work and she would come to the troubled conclusion that she could never trust their solutions meanwhile the apparitor is like you aren’t using Microsoft excel? and baru is like (lie) I found its results finicky, I trust my own hand better & apparitor’s like really now? You had trouble with it? Odd… And their brow furrows and the white hot knife of triumph like a darting fish flashes through baru’s mind like I’ve caught them guilty now! meanwhile exceedingly hot women are begging to have sex with her and she’s like don’t bother me right now I need to think on how to outsmart Microsoft excel

anarchism is just pie in the sky bullshit. now to contrast - a series of vast, militant, ideologically cohesive unions & parties, seizing power, undeterred, in the west, in the near future, solely to defend itself from threats from international peer to peer warfare, is absolutely concrete and plausible

in the age of repression and purity culture, getting more perverted is the only morally correct course of action