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blorbo sickfic that turns into a possession fic halfway through

what does this meannnn

Shane plays this game with Rose via texted called Husband or dog? In which he texts Rose “Husband or Dog” when he hears a strange sound from another room when he cannot see either Ilya or Anya. Shane will be in the living room and will hear a clutter sound hitting the floor and some scuffling and will text Rose “Husband or Dog? I’m in the living room, the sound came from towards the kitchen.” And Rose loooooves this game and texts back “fuck ok omg what type of sound was it?” And Shane is like “Sounded like a something dropped on the floor and then there was shuffling immediately after and then silence.” And Rose types back so fast “Husband AND dog!” And Shane is like “Good guess let’s investigate” and then sneaks very carefully towards the kitchen and peeks around the corner and sees Ilya crouched on the floor with Anya next to him sniffing at the mess of stuff on the floor and Ilya keeps shooing her away as he cleans it up and Shane snaps a photo and sends it to Rose “Correct! Husband AND dog!” And Rose texts back “Yaaaaay!!!!!!!!!” And if you went into the photos on their text messages every third photo is Ilya or Anya surrounded by a mess.

Two?!?

rb to bonk prev with an empty paper towel roll

no one says big mood anymore. no one even says mood. no one says anything. all thats left is a dry wind, that scours my face until i bleed

thinking again about vampirism as disability

what if you slept all day and woke at night, lonely and frustrated. what if you couldn't go to social events, or even mundane public spaces like stores. what if you couldn't see the sun. what if you couldn't go to the pool, or the beach, or the creek. what if you couldn't eat what everyone else is eating. what if you couldn't eat at all. what if your basic needs came at the cost of your loved ones' quality of life. what if you became agitated, confused, maybe even violent if your needs weren't met. what if people blamed your behavior on demons, or worse, your own inherent evil. what if people saw you as a threat to your own community. what if the default response to your suffering was either indifference or violence. what if people thought you were better off dead, that you no longer count as human, that they're doing you a favor by letting you disappear. what if people assumed you must somehow deserve all of this. what about that.

You can't even do somnophilia anymore because of woke

when your computer charger for your eleven-year-old laptop is on its last legs but you’re cheap so every time you need to use it you have to fuck the outlet with it until you find the specific angle for the gspot where the prongs hit the electricity prostate #justgirlythings

simply the fact that different body types for women go in and out of style throughout the decades should be enough to tell you that women’s bodies are considered consumable goods under capitalism