Denial

Intrusion - Explicit M/M Fic - TW: Consensual Non-Consent Pairing(s): Connor Kent x Tim Drake The night when Red Hood beat the shit out of Tim in the Titans tower, reimagined with a kinky twist. Fertilize - Explicit M/M & Plant/M - TW: Oviposition, Cucking(?) Pairing(s): Connor Kent x Tim Drake, Jason Todd x Tim Drake Tim gets impregnated by an alien plant. In the interest of not donating Kryptonian DNA to a plant, Tim has to seek alternative donors to rid himself of the eggs making him terminally ill. Jason is happy to help.

UKC GRCH Cutlass z Oceanov Domu AS-BT BCAT UWP CA DASH DDB LI-I ORT RACEN SPOT-ON TL-I UL-I CGCA Total Dog

Poppy, the new pup! I’ve had her since late July.

It's almost seven am. I am tired, hungry, confused, and upset. I'm still, "submissive" to Dawson. The sun is just below the horizon, so a low level of light is coming in through the vines over my window. My curtains seem translucent from the light. The room is lacking pigment. Everything looks gray. My left cheek is wet. I'm laying on my back, hands aching, eyes dry. The Xbox is on. There's an ache. It's not a gentle ache, it's the type that crawls in your fingers, down your arm, then slowly grows in your chest until one day it decides to get you while you're down. I like to call it the insecurity ache. Am I-? Am I good at anything? Am I a whore? Am I needy? Am I worthless? Why can't I do-? Why can't I make people happy? Why can't I make them happy? Why can't I get better? Why can't I be-? Why can't I be useful Why can't I be happy? Why can't I be worth something meaningful? Why. I want to fix me. I've wanted to fix me, ever since it stopped being, "how do I know me?" I remember it as clear as day. Unrelenting weight on me. Hands that could break me. Older, stronger, but certainly the first person who had ever acknowledged me. Drowning is not peaceful. It is full of terror and fear. Water gets in your lungs and then you choke trying to breathe. You try to reverse it, but more keeps coming. Even if it's brief, the experience shakes you. I never saw him again. So called family, so called uncle. Has children if his own now. Was he a sadist? Or just playful? Putting me into my place? Will he ever do that to his kids? Why not? I'm not drowning any more. I'm terrified of people who could drown me- in a symbolic way. People who pretend to like and apperciate me, but couldn't care less. The kind of people who'd keep me close for their own needs. The kind of people who could catch, keep, and resale. I don't want to be hurt. I just want to be seen as worth a shit, even if it hurts.

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I contacted a local Aussie breeder asking if they knew anyone who could help me get my feet wet in confo. I mentioned on the side that in town there’s a confo class, but I couldn’t make it during the week since I had no ride and don’t drive yet as I’m terrified off driving.  They were instantly interested in going saying they had a young pup they wanted to show and said they’d give me and my dog a ride. They’re also interested in starting an Aussie club the town, and I’m super excited to become as involved as humanly possible in the community. This is a huge thing for me because I used to be anti-confo, but now I want to dabble in it for fun as early as possible to become a popular handler. I would like to advocate for positive reinforcement handling and breeding for health foremost. On the side, I’m still a working-dog person. I believe first and foremost a dog must prove it’s quality by working and health testing to become breeding stock. I do not believe appearance or a Ch. is a reason to breed a dog.

Sorry I’ve just been hunting for so long, and the fact they’re so close and during the weekend makes me want to cry ah ;_;