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sometimes when its too hot and i cant sleep i put ice in a mason jar in a sock then spoon it. and its kind of a devils deal. because. in the short term. i get a refreshingly cool sock snuggle. but come morning, i will have a wet sock on my chest. and a mason jar logo in the skin. and. worst of all. my wife will ask me if i snuggled a wet sock again.

ok so warning i am going to describe like a cartoonishly transphobic fic ive read but its so bad i just randomly remembered it and burst out laughing but anyway there was like a trans guy in a universe where theres healing magic etc and he was like yeah i got top surgery but anytime i get a major injury healed they grow back </3 so i have to cut them off myself again </4 and then heal those wounds carefully myslef </3 i have to do this every time</3 its my burden </3 like can you cunts be fucking normal hello 😭 help???