He Has My Brain In A Chokehold

Character A’s scream of agony finally breaks as the electrocution stops. Body aching and burning, they slump forward against their restraints and gasp for breath, and don’t even have the strength to shudder as their captor runs a deceivingly gentle hand through their hair and whispers.

“This doesn’t have to continue. You know what I want.”

I sat there on the bus, the happiest moment I can remember. We were next to each other, hand in hand. He understood me and I, him. It wasn't all about me, and I could accept that. We both had talents equally as interesting as the other. But then I woke up, to a disappointing life, all alone.

An oc I made for an smp me and a few friends are playing! They're a fire lizard hybrid with hardened skin in areas to help them scale rocks and travel on the burning ground. They wear a mix of leather, pig skin, and gold. The tail is for balance, and the pouch holds gold ingots, ender pearls, and other things you would need to survive. The bandanna and the goggles are for when they need to travel through areas with too much smoke.

I think kids on elementary school should be allowed to go home whenever they want because when I was younger in this small charter school I remember being outside and eating onion grass and making mud pies then suddenly looking out past the chain link fence and feeling trapped. I heard the bees and the sparrows and the kids playing, and my head buzzed harder and my mind chirped louder and it was awful. I went to my lovely teacher who I thought could be my mom and told her with tears in my eyes that I needed to go home and she told me caringly that I couldn't, the day was only half over and I don't think I've ever liked school since that moment.

Dogs are raised to love, not to be loved. Sometimes I wonder if that's how children are raised too. Raised to ask for a hug from that hand that struck them, raised to think it's their own fault when daddy doesn't come back. Children are just dogs, and some children stay dogs until they are put down.

just found out my stomach acid can digest most metals

Fuck cooking meals just eat the silverware

One time I dreamt I was in Medusa's garden and sat on a quartz bench. I saw my mother approach me in white robes with her eyes rolled into the back of her head, and i immediately looked at the ground. My mother sat next to me and said "Have you killed anyone recently?" I felt the need to lie so I said yes. She congratulated me and started to comb through my hair, giving me gruesome tips on how to kill people. Terrified, I kept my eyes on the ground. After a minute, my mother frowned. "It's about time you woke up." She said sternly. For some reason, I nodded quickly and rolled my eyes back as well, waking up.

It was one of the more psychologically damaging dreams I had haha

Don't know how to process this thought but I'll die on the hill that is if deer were people the hunters would be gay asf. Like dude, you keep pieces of them on your wall? Gay as hell. You spend hours in a stuffy box just to get a glimpse of one? Gay as hell. You can talk about them for hours? Gay as hell. We need human hunter x human deer content.

Just saying that if furries were a real species all the anti furries would be racists