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holy fucking shit

you actually get a +3 to jerking off if you pull your tshirt up over your tits

I got INSTANT LOSS MATING PRESSED?? NOT CLICKBAIT??? and the thumbnail is a shot of her about to be mating pressed and there's a giant red circle and a bunch of arrows pointing at another girl's dick pressing right against her pussy

Addressing the Allegations. and it's a girl talking about how, yes, she did get instant loss mating pressed after confidently talking about she could never be instant loss mating pressed. she actually says she's not sorry at all and then. well. she gets instant loss mating pressed again

can I survive ONE HOUR in the INSTANT LOSS chamber WITHOUT getting MATING PRESSED?? and it's a three hour long video where she gets through about 20% of the intro before a girl shoves her dick in her mouth

my youtube recommended feed if it was any fucking good

groundhog day time loop where the only people looping are you and another girl who tracks you down every single day and rapes and murders you

the first day after it happens you think oh my god i guess that was just gonna happen to me today, thank god i get another chance. so you alter your routine and she still finds you. so you figure ok, i guess this creep was trying to find me specifically and you make sure to be somewhere else entirely. and this time when she finds you she explains while she's breaking your wrists that the more you make her work for it each day the worse it'll be

you start the same place each morning at the same time. there's a limit on how far you can get, and she seems to know everything about you. every day is hide and seek across your entire hometown and every night you lose and you die with her cock in your guts. every single night.

one night without quite knowing know why you ask her what her name is. she laughs at you. you find yourself begging her to tell you. she won't. the next day you cry in bed all day & you die that night on her knife without ever leaving your room.

slowly you exhaust the possibilities for conversation with every other person. you get to know them and then they never change. nothing new ever happens to them. you lose track of the days, then start counting again, then lose track again. slowly it starts to feel like the only other person in the world who's even real is her. her. her.

nobody understands why you're so scared. why you're tired every morning when you went to sleep "last night" just after 9pm. you notice that the way people look at you starts to change -- and you know it's you because they're exactly the same every time. the stares and mutters must mean they can tell somehow. she's changing you. maybe if you change enough other things will change too. maybe she's helping. either way she's the only one who understands at all anymore. even if it's all her fault, at least you're not alone.

when she kills other people in front of you it's the worst. they never learn, or remember, so they're so shocked every time. so afraid. you know it's worse for them than it would be for you. you've practiced. it would be better if she did it to you.

the loop breaks long after you're already broken.

can't believe i forgot to reblog this on groundhog day

YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES

just discovered a new thing to be a hater about (people drawing characters as women’s hockey players but for SOME reason the jerseys are form-fitting and they seem to not be wearing any chest pad at all or normal hockey pants. and thus I am killing and biting and maiming.)