hollerhowlermutt

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I know it’s old news but I kind of feel like we still somehow don’t talk enough about how Gansey was given free license to gallivant around the world solo from pre-pubescence until the point when he was given an ultimatum to come back and find a good high school. Which he needs so he can go to college like he’s “supposed to”. And this was ABSOLUTELY at least partly because he was too visibly insane for polite company??? His parents didn’t always know where he was. He was presumably homeschooling himself with on-the-go tutors or something. He was having ptsd flashback breakdowns on European forest trails at random. They basically gave him a line of credit and several years (he died at ten and came back for Aglionby, when did he leave? Do we know in specific?) to like. Get being a crazy person out of his system. They HAD to bring the ultimatum out to get him back there?? And he came back good enough at faking it that his friends were ultimately shocked to discover how fucked up and terrified he was. Hello can anyone hear me. Can we talk about this more. Can the other characters react to this more I want them to know about it. Did he do an intensive crash course in the summer months before starting at Aglionby to catch up on all of math.

I love Gansey. In another era they so would’ve been sending him “to the seaside for his health”.

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Some of y'all approach kink like, "Yippee, I'm playing with toys!" When what you’re really doing is playing with vulnerable people and fucking with their heads. I'm not here for it.

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“St Sebastian” by Reed 013, scanned from “Fetish Mode,” 2003.

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Has anyone figured out what’s so viscerally wrong with this woman yet

[hollerhowlermutt]

Chat at what point does a polycule transition into a cult and should I be bricked about it

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'Foxfires at the Changing Tree' by Utagawa Hiroshige, 1857.

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being anti ai is making me feel like in going insane. "you asked for thoughts about your characters backstory and i put it into chat gpt for ideas". studies have proven its making people dumber. "i asked ai to generate this meal plan". its causing water shortages where its data centers are built. "ill generate some pictures for the dnd campaign". its spreading misinformation. "meta, generate an image of this guy doing something stupid". its trained off stolen images, writing, video, audio. "i was talking with my snapchat ai-" theres no way to verify what its doing with the information it collects. "youtube is impletmenting ai based age verification". my work has an entire graphics media department and has still put ai generated motivational posters up everywhere. ai playlists. ai facial verification. google ai microsoft ai meta ai snapchat ai. everyone treats it as a novelty. every treats it as a mandatory part of life. am i the only one who sees it? am i paranoid? am i going insane? jesus fucking christ. if i have to hear one more "well at least-" "but it does-" "but you can-" im about to lose it. i shouldnt have to jump through hoops to avoid the evil machine. have you no principles? no goddamn spine? am i the weird one here?

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oral fixation but it’s actually just me biting the soft flesh of your hips and thighs leaving bruises and bitemarks where only you can see them.

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(butch) dogs playing poker

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i need to get strapped eeeeeeeemmeeedyatalllly. feeling like a pile of loose bricks on a semi flat. PUT ME DOWN !

[hollerhowlermutt]

you dont know

what chemicals make up the balanced brain—

is that compulsed you to switch oxytocin up

with dopamine

and prozac with st. john’s wort;

what compulsed you to tell your daughter-son

that she’s just sick, she’s just sick, she���s just sick

why, when she coughs out

for attention, you dump antacids beadlettes on her tongue directly avoiding

the unclean gelatin capsules

do you hope to ascetize your offspring?

and is to sin to sicken, two sicken, too sicken?

purifying me you will scald the concentrated slick

of peppermint and oregano oils

into eroding vegetable sleeves

and self-proclaimed chef-sauté them into your my tripe

until i’m slowing sick, i’m showing sick sick, until i’m so sick

and munchausens has been renamed

(just like me and you)

“momma” gone to mother;

“by proxy” a fictitious disorder

imposed on another.

the girls of this fiction cinch

my gut and scratch

bile into the back of my neck

sharp objects and sixth senses

glistening just beyond the sickness; obsessions

fading into bright sterile linoleum

until they’re shadows on the thin blanket fort billowed

by knife-blade electric fans

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getting enlightened above a city buried. allowing saints and soldiers to permeate the retaining walls.

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'floral still life (bleeding hearts),' albumen print from glass negative, charles aubrey, french, 1865.

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I support recreational and erotic testosterone use

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‘I’m gonna regret this forever’