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Choice - Jack Stauber

Part 1 (somehow it didn't post the first time? Idek)

Love

Brain

Heart

Control

Caffinate

Melatonin

Love

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Heart

Control

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Choice - Jack Stauber

Part 2 Caffinate You get me going ... Brain Heart Control Caffinate Melatonin

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#you guys just want me to be sad forever huh

Suguru Geto

"Bleed the Sky"

The sky bursts open,

not gently,

not softly,

but like a body breaking,

like something holding on for too long

finally letting go.

The first drop hits—

hot asphalt hisses,

dust rises like ghosts startled awake,

and the earth opens her mouth

like she’s starving.

There’s no beauty here.

No poetry.

Just the raw writhing of water finding cracks,

finding hunger,

finding every place that aches or crumbles or waits.

The rain doesn’t ask permission.

It doesn’t care where it falls—

forest, rooftop, desert, skin.

It pounds against leaves as if to punish them

for turning their faces away,

fills the throats of rivers

until they choke on their own rushing,

slides down windowpanes like tears

too heavy to hold back.

And it keeps going.

There is no tenderness in this.

This is not about grace.

This is about gravity and surrender,

the weight of billions of tiny impacts

stripping the world bare.

And something in you loosens—

against your will,

unraveling in the rhythm,

in the relentless pounding that reminds you of your own breaking,

of the times you couldn’t stop falling.

You stand there,

letting it hit you,

letting it drench everything you thought was safe.

Maybe this is what healing feels like:

not silent, not soft,

not clean.

But messy.

Wet hands in the dirt,

skin soaked,

blurry vision as everything spills.

The rain knows.

It always knows.

It comes to destroy,

and in the destruction

it leaves something you didn’t know you were—

raw, gasping,

and growing.

Voice isn't incomprehensible to normal ears

Can't radiate infallible judgement from pores

Body parts do not grow back

Normal transgender dysphoria:

Chest too big

Chest not big enough

Facial balance wrong

Muscles too prominent

Skeletal structure too dainty

Incurable secret dysphoria

Not enough eyes

No tentacles

Teeth too dull

No halo

No bioluminescence

I would be so fucking mad but that would be funny asf too

Filipino Isekai

Put 5 songs you listen to, post it, then send this ask to how ever many of your favourite followers/mutuals !!

*bites youu*

(ONLY IF YOU WANNA!!!)

(lmoo just saw this)

(Useless You) - Sodikken

Out the Ox - Jack Stauber

Everything - Bridge to Grace

10 Seconds From Panic - Cult to Follow

Diamond - Sub Urban

@cosmo112 YOUR TURRN

SUUUUPPER UNREALTWD BUT I HAVE STICKERS LIKE THAT OMG XAN I SHOW YOUUUUUU

:DDDDD

PLEASEEEEEE

:))))))

Also @ the anon for the pic because you just kick-started my brain (ty)

i looooooooove your smaus soooooo muuuuucch :3

I love my readers soooooo muuuuuuchhh so thank you :3 most of the ideas spawn from y’all’s brains anyway :3

MANIFEST

MANIFEST

MANIFEST

MANIFEST

Nobody made a mosquito Mahito joke yet and it’s saddening

A mosquito and Mahito fly into a bar.

The patrons put on bug spray and start swatting at the bug.

The mosquito flies out unharmed.

This is all I got in me unfortunately