some kind of June

Of course no heuristic is universally true, but I think if you're an american who considers themselves "progressive" this is a rule of thumb you should probably be considering more often: If the conversation you're currently participating in is only able to happen because someone is going out of their way to speak *your* language, that's probably not the person who's most in need of informing themselves about the other's country in this conversation.

Some of the edgiest queers in the world who constantly talk about romanticizing cannibalism and gore is punk or whatever will turn into the literal pope when confronted with anything realistic having to do with sex like im sorry but people fuck in the park at night sometimes always have and always will and you’re going to have to go about your life without advocating for them to be skinned alive in Alcatraz

The science behind THC + alcohol as a combination is literally soo interesting because it basically causes the crimson red duckling in your body to confront the serpent in the bronze vessel of your heart. Basically you feel good because the duckling is able to eat the harmonious seeds stored within the vessel and transfer these positive energies into your body. You can have bad highs when this happens if the duckling awakens the serpent and it bites the duckling. The interesting part is when you ingest alcohol after THC because it floods the vessel and causes the serpent to fall into a deep sleep. The duckling never gets attacked by the serpent when this happens because it is unconscious and the duckling is actually able to get fat from the harmonious seed, which causes an enjoyable sensation.

the point where I draw a line on yuribaiting has changed as I've gotten older, but so has my philosophy relating yuribaiting as a whole. it used to be that I stood wholly against it and took every single punch to the gut, but now, I have a much more "rat style" relationship with it: I'll keep eating the bait out of the trap as long as you keep refilling it -- and sometimes I even remember to stop before you add the poison

I often do not, though. I often eat the poison until I get a resistance to it, which is "win-win" as long as I don't die badly

but I often do.

He was tortured and beaten by the ogre

He was beaten and punished by the ogre

He was punished and pummelled by the ogre

He was pummelled and tormented by the ogre

He was tormented and injured by the ogre

He was injured and hurt by the ogre

He was hurt and broken by the ogre

He was broken and damaged by the ogre

He was damaged and harmed by the ogre

He was loved and cuddled by the ogre as part of their BDSM aftercare

Didn't happen. He was harmed and attacked by the ogre

i want to be inside an egg. maybe one laid by a freakish bird...maybe something larger than that...it is my dream to have my cells all be encased together in a protective shell

unceremoniously cracking you open to eat??

that would be unfortunate, as cracking open an egg is often followed by cooking it. i want to be drawn onto a plate at a diner and served to some lady who orders simply, "the usual". but i want to be the shell. and when she cracks me open she finds a fully realized person inside. a girl for her to enjoy