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all of my writing is actually just thinly-veiled fantasy about being seen at your worst and still being loved

auto immune disorders happen when the immune system ignores regulatory factors and begins attacking healthy bodily tissues, due to what scientists refer to as "sheer love of the game"

They say ooooh be a good boy for daddy and you'll get a reward. But then the reward is just gay sex. This is bullshit. I wanted a skateboard

Then they say if you're a bad boy daddy will punish you. But what's the punishment? More gay sex! You can't escape it. This whole damn place is in the pocket of Big Sex

are you guys gonna wrap it up with the dog motif anytime soon

literally man's best friend but whatever. i guess you do sexual roleplay as some kind of tender-leaved houseplant?

you know full well that my sexual roleplays are geological in nature

Young Cathy and Heathcliff find a half staved unconscious Jane Eyre on the moors and poked her with a stick to see if she's dead. She isn't roused by their proding and they don't care enough to try and help her so it isn't mentioned in either book.

the world is a strange and wonderous place

Murderbot, absolute monarch of haterism. It gets friends for the first time in its life and immediately designates one Mortal Enemy [if anyone touches him they're dead]. It runs away, meets another intelligent bot, and immediately gives it a nickname that starts with Asshole. It goes to Preservation and starts one-sided beef with a hauler bot for no fucking reason. IT'S ENRICHMENT