are you living in the real world?

Flow like a chart, spread like a sheet

you've met me at a very "yeah i'm trying to work on that" time in my life

Is the guy in the cuck chair supposed to stay quiet or is he allowed to clap and cheer

he's supposed to take notes and make an intrigued hum when an interesting plot point occurs

one is getting cucked by the bottom and the other is getting cucjed by the top. Subject matter experts discussing the sex like a sports panel

One cuck always lies, the other always tells the truth. You have one question to determine who’s a top and who’s a bottom.

Nothing beats the experience of seeing some true tumblr discourse float by and reading like two paragraphs into a post and suddenly realizing “oh wait. I don’t care” and scrolling right past

i cant lie i did look at the sun. raw dogged it. it looked likte 👍 the sun. with a little bite out of it. my eyeballs hurt i would do it again. my final message fuck maragaret thacther. goodbye/

let's all have fun because it's better than not having fun

thank you ao3 for protecting writers and never allowing censorship to plague your platform. we love and respect you for this