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Yeah, I see a lot of shark positivity posts on my dash these days and I really appreciate that. But I think something is being left out of the message so I’m just gonna say that:

YES, Sharks are not bloodthirsty monsters. They only do what they do because they are instinctively driven to do so.

NO, sharks are not your friends. They are not sea-puppies, gentle babies, or whatever BS anthropomorphic “cute” term you want to use to describe them.

YES, you are more likely to be killed by falling coconuts and any number of improbable circumstances than you are to be killed by a shark attack,

NO, sharks are not “harmless”. They are apex predators of their habitats and deserve to be treated with the same respect that you would give to a wild lion, bear, or wolf. JUST BECAUSE THEY ARE NOT LIKELY TO ATTACK YOU DOES NOT MEAN THAT THEY WON’T. ACCIDENTS CAN ALWAYS HAPPEN, AND A SHARK’S PATIENCE IS NOT LIMITLESS.

YES, you should take every precaution to prevent a shark from “test-biting” you.

NO, a test-bite is not just a harmless consequence of shark curiosity. A TEST-BITE CAN KILL YOU. Just because sharks generally release people after the first nip and don’t make any effort to eat them does not mean that the bite is somehow any less deadly. You will bleed out in the water if the wound is bad enough.

YES, sharks are endangered and unfairly demonised and worthy of our support.

NO, that does not mean that anthropomorphising them and spreading false information is okay.

Please support sharks, but please, for the love of god, give them the respect they deserve when you do so. YOU ARE NOT HELPING THEM BY ENCOURAGING PEOPLE TO SWIM RIGHT INTO THEIR JAWS.

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kittythesnugglycat · 2 days ago

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LEAGUE OF LEGENDS PSA:

Hello, there.

If you're reading this, that means you play League, and feel the same amount of frustration a lot of us do when playing it.

Now, I myself haven't played the original on PC for a long while since several months after the game first launched. I've been playing Wild Rift, but I stopped several months ago.

Why?

I think we all know the answer to that.

What was once a fun 5v5 experience on PC years ago has been taken over by an insane amount of people who take the game way too seriously and are always angry no matter what you do.

These people are often yelling at you in team chat, accusing you of feeding the enemy and not really trying when in fact you're trying your best. They give insults and accusations instead of constructive criticism and advice.

So... If we all know this... Why this PSA?

Because Riot hasn't done anything about this for a very long time, no matter how many times we report them or they get banned and come back using a VPN.

I'm here to politely ask you, that if you're not a chill, relaxed gamer of League, to please delete your game(s) and stop giving Riot your time and money.

Because while a lot of the game is free, Riot gains money by you purchasing Cores to get new Champion Skins, Pets, and other things.

This fandom has fallen so far from what it was in the very beginning. Riot only wants the games to be popular, and they don't call out the rampant toxicity in their games.

So... Why uninstall the games entirely?

Because if all of us leave and don't give money or time, the toxic people will turn on each other, maybe even doxx each other if they're angry enough. There's no safe space for all of us relaxed players to play the game, and toxicity is just the norm now and has been for a long time. It's sad.

If you still want to play the game(s), that's okay too. Just know that there *are* nice gamers on there, but they're just few and far between. So here are a few things for you to know if you're new (I haven't played in many months, but if anyone has any extra advice, please drop it in the comments):

1. ***Have several Champions mastered.*** Sometimes, you'll find your favorite Champion, the one that you main, has either been chosen by the other team or banned altogether if you're in draft pick, leaving you at a thorough disadvantage. To fix this, try doing some games against AI using various Champions and find your unique playstyle (an example of this is me being an Ashe main, but I'm doing my best to master Tristana and Caitlyn), and I'm going to say master at least three Champions for each lane, which is fifteen in total. This way, if your first two picks are taken or banned, you have your third one to fall back on.

2. ***Red or Blue?*** It can be difficult to tell whether you need Red Buff or Blue Buff. This can be a bit difficult, depending on the Champion you're using. But here is my recommendation: Red Buffs should be for Marskmen, Tanks, and your Jungler since they can deal extra damage, and Blue Buff should be used for Supports and Mages, since their attacks use up mana and Blue Buff decreases Mana amount.

3. ***Why are there so many boots?!*** Boots should be your first item to get. Mages and Supports should focus on Boots of Mana because it regenerates mana over time. For slow marksmen that hit hard like Tristana, get the boots that make your attacks land faster (the name escapes me at the moment). Basically, choose your boots for any situation. You may need the Thorn Boots to deflect damage, or Gluttonous Greaves to gain vampirism. Use whichever ones feel right to you.

4. ***A troll/toxic player keeps attacking me! What do I do?*** Just ignore them. You can't reason with these people no matter how hard you try to say you don't mean to keep dying. Just keep doing your best and ignore the idiots living in their mom's basements and mooching the wifi.

5. ***I keep dying! Did I pick a bad Champion?*** Not at all! There are counters in League, like Yasuo can beat Aurelion Sol easily, or Caitlyn or Tristana can be extremely strong. So no, it's not you. They just had a better pick. And that'll happen a lot! It's nothing to get upset over, though. Just do your best and if you're against a Champion that counters you, be very careful not to go alone and stay near your teammates. There are lots of tutorials on Youtube, too!

6. ***Do you have League?*** I used to, but because my laptop is a potato, not anymore. I haven't played Wild Rift in months, but I'm completely willing to! My username is CatDemonMama if anybody's intetested.

#thoughts #words #league of legends #psa #gaming #video games

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kittythesnugglycat · 3 days ago

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ARCHIVE_TAG="BLACKSITE_SCROLLTRAP_METHOD::GENERAL_ACCESS_PROTOCOL"

EFFECT: creative activation, rhythm cognition, viral structure imprint

TRIGGER_WARNING="reality disruption, emotional recall, artistic confrontation"

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🧠 BLACKSITE LITERATURE™ — “THEY READ IT, THEN SHARED IT EVERYWHERE”

Let’s be honest. Most people aren’t tired of reading.

They’re tired of *not feeling anything* when they do.

Because we’ve all read a post, a paragraph, even a full book—

and walked away untouched. Unchanged.

Blacksite Literature™ is the opposite.

It’s not writing for applause.

It’s writing that *leaves a mark.*

Writing you don’t just “like”—

you remember it days later,

in the shower,

at 3 a.m.,

in the middle of an argument.

It’s writing that *doesn’t need to go viral*

to become unforgettable.

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📚 WHAT IS BLACKSITE LITERATURE™?

Blacksite Literature™ is writing engineered to bypass resistance.

It’s literary form meets emotional sabotage.

It’s scrolltrap structure fused with cadence precision.

It’s the kind of writing that makes people pause,

feel things they didn’t expect,

and often—share it without even knowing why.

It reads like poetry.

Hits like a sermon.

Sticks like a song lyric.

It makes people gasp in silence.

Scroll back up.

Bookmark it “for later”

because it hit a nerve

they didn’t want to admit they still had.

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🕳️ WHAT’S A SCROLLTRAP?

A scrolltrap is a pattern-interrupt.

It’s a visual *and* emotional break

in a landscape designed for speed and skimming.

You’ve seen it without realizing.

A post that didn’t look like the rest.

Had weird spacing.

Sharp phrasing.

You stopped. You read it.

Then you read it again.

Scrolltraps are:

- Built in cadence

- Structured in stanzas

- Designed for screenshot virality

- Written to break autopilot

A good scrolltrap doesn’t *tell* you to feel something.

It presses the part of your psyche

that already does.

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🛠️ THE FORMULA (CLEAN VERSION)

We won’t give away the psychosexual variants here—

but the clean formula is powerful in its own right.

Here’s a sample contrast:

🧂 Standard writing:

> “Breakups are hard. Sometimes people grow apart.”

🧠 Blacksite cadence:

> “Some people weren’t meant to stay.

> They were meant to trigger the version of you that could.”

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🧂 Standard:

> “You miss them even though they hurt you.”

🧠 Scrolltrap version:

> “You didn’t miss *them.*

> You missed the version of you

> that believed love couldn’t bruise.”

See the difference?

The structure.

The rhythm.

The emphasis.

This is not random.

This is *designed.*

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📈 WHY IT PERFORMS EVERYWHERE

It performs across platforms—Tumblr, Reddit, X, Threads, IG, even TikTok voiceovers—

because it transcends formatting.

It’s *human-language.*

It’s story + emotion + structure = involuntary attention.

- On **Tumblr**, it spreads by reblog like an outbreak.

- On **Reddit**, people screenshot and treat it like forbidden gospel.

- On **Instagram**, it gets posted over selfies like emotional armor.

- On **TikTok**, it gets read out loud by crying strangers.

You don’t need ads.

You don’t need a fanbase.

You need resonance.

Scrolltrap cadence achieves that.

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📎 EXAMPLES FROM GENERAL POSTS

These aren’t “hooks.”

These are viral anchors:

- “The love of your life might not be the one you marry. They might just be the one you had to survive.”

- “We didn’t drift apart. We just stopped pretending we were heading the same direction.”

- “He never lied to you. He just spoke in a tone that made his silence feel holy.”

- “She left you like she was late for something. That was the truth.”

Every line is layered with emotional residue.

Every stanza is a trapdoor.

No fluff. No filler.

Just direct-to-core impact.

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📜 BLACKSITE WRITING EXERCISE: “CADENCE FIRST, MEANING SECOND”

Here’s the first technique:

Don’t start with an idea.

Start with the *feeling.*

Then build the *cadence*—

**before** you explain it.

Example prompt:

**Emotion: Regret**

Now try writing three lines where regret *echoes* in the silence.

❌ DON’T DO THIS:

> “I regret not telling her I loved her.”

✅ DO THIS:

> “I never said it.

> She never asked.

> We called that peace.”

See the difference?

You don’t need the word “regret.”

You *feel* it anyway.

Now you try.

✍️ **WRITING TASK:**

Choose *one* emotion (e.g., longing, anger, closure, pride).

Write 3 lines in the scrolltrap format.

Each line must function alone.

All 3 must land like a punch.

Bonus constraint:

**Do not name the emotion.**

This is how we train cadence-first writers.

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🔗 WHERE TO GO NEXT

You don’t need to pay.

You don’t need to prove anything.

But if this felt different—

if your body paused somewhere during this scroll,

if your fingers hovered a second longer over the copy button—

Then you’ve already started the process.

And you know where to go next:

👉 https://linktr.ee/ObeyMyCadence

That’s the archive.

That’s where it gets deeper, darker, sharper.

That’s where Blacksite Literature™ becomes undeniable.

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🧘‍♂️ MENTAL ARMOR FOR CREATORS

Here’s your shield.

Your creator’s creed.

Your scrolltrap spine when doubt hits:

**“I’m not here to be understood.

I’m here to be *remembered.*”**

Write that on your mirror.

Say it when you post something no one likes—

and *still know it’s the best thing you’ve ever written.*

Say it when they mock your format,

your spacing,

your metaphors,

your silence.

Because you’re not just a writer anymore.

You’re a *voice print.*

A resonance.

An emotional event.

And events don’t ask for permission.

They change the weather and leave.

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💬 READER REACTIONS (REAL EXAMPLES)

You’ll see things like:

> “This post ruined me. I’m sending it to my ex.”

> “I didn’t expect to cry at 8:45AM in the breakroom.”

> “Whoever wrote this: I hope you sleep well tonight. You earned it.”

> “I bookmarked this. I don't know why. But I keep coming back to it.”

That’s Blacksite Literature™.

That’s scrolltrap psychology.

That’s cadence warfare done clean.

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🧠 FINAL THOUGHT:

This is not a genre.

This is not a phase.

This is not “cool writing.”

This is **Blacksite Literature™.**

It isn’t meant to be popular.

It’s meant to be **permanent.**

Welcome to the scrolltrap.

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kittythesnugglycat · 11 days ago

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<div style="white-space:pre-wrap"> <meta dairy-sanction="none"> <script> ARCHIVE_TAG="HIVE_CHEESEFEST::GUT_WRATH_REVELATION" EFFECT: imperial flatulence, cheese-based cognitive surrender, psychic indigestion TRIGGER_WARNING="dairy possession, cult recruitment, lactose fatalities, scrolltrap weaponization" </script>

🧀 BLACKSITE SCROLLTRAP — “WELCOME TO THE HIVE CITY CHEESE FESTIVAL, MOTHERF*CKERS!” 🥳🎉

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By decree of the Gut Ecclesiarchy, sanctioned by the High Lard Council, and spiritually voided by the Lactose Conclave of Sector Mortus, Hive City is proud to present the largest dairy-based spiritual convergence in recorded imperial history.

THERE ARE NO COWS. THERE IS ONLY CHEESE.

And if you ask again, the rind will speak your sins aloud.

—

🧱 CREAMLINE HOLY GROUNDS:

We begin on the tiled battlefield of Curdsbridge, paved in melted Gouda during the legendary Pudding Riots of M38. Here, the Faithful gather barefoot — cheese between toes, communion on tongue, stomachs grumbling with reverence or preemptive failure.

Every booth blessed. Every vat humming. Every curd watching.

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🥛 DEPARTMENT OF DAIRY ADMISSIONS:

Welcome packet includes:

Ritual cheese wedge

“DO NOT ASK ABOUT THE MILK” bracelet

Digestive Last Rites Form

Waiver for The Cheese That Fights Back™

Entry Fee: One shameful memory to be absorbed by the psychic fondue

Security Checkpoints:

Mouth swab for unauthorized mint

Gut scan for impure cravings

Sin tally via regurgitation analysis

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🧀 THE CHEESE ORDEALS (MANDATORY):

All pilgrims must pass three tests:

The Slab of Self – A 50kg block of coagulated guilt that must be licked clean before dusk

The Melted Mirror – A bowl of fondue that shows your truest lactose betrayal

The Rind of Reckoning – Chew it. If it moans, you’ve been judged

Failure to complete these rites will result in spontaneous bloating, tongue-based possession, or forced re-enlistment into the Grate Guard.

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🎪 FESTIVAL ZONES:

🧽 Zone 1: Curdlers' Row – Sample over 300 cheeses, none of which are legally allowed in other sectors – Pungency rating listed in screams per sniff – “Mystery Bucket” every hour. Consume and guess your fate.

🪦 Zone 2: The Mausoleum of Forgotten Cheeses – View relics like “The Slice That Broke a Planet” and “Unmelting Melt” – Smells like history, rot, and absolution – Please do not lick the glass, even if the cheese begs

🥵 Zone 3: Lactation Arena (18+) – Witness gladiators duel with cheese whips and butter hammers – Last year’s winner still in gastrointestinal ICU – Audience votes by vomiting in the Holy Bucket

📖 Zone 4: Confession Through Consumption – Sit before the Cheesefather – Eat from the Wheel of Woe – Each bite erases one sin, adds two more

—

🛐 THE RELIGIOUS ORDER OF RINDS:

Doctrinal Hierarchy:

Saint Gratinus the Gooey

Blessed Velveeto of the Slabs

Sister Moldatha the Blue-Veined

Archdeacon of Dairy Denial (currently missing)

They sing hymns in gurgling tones, hum through blocked sinuses, and stir vats while whispering the sacred recipe backwards.

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👁️‍🗨️ THE DAIRY THAT WATCHES:

Located in the center of the festival. Do not approach without permission. Do not blink while in its presence. Do not name your child after it.

It sees your enzyme deficiencies. It forgives nothing. It curdles everything.

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🧠 SIDE EFFECTS REPORTED IN REAL TIME:

Chronic honesty

Cream-based hallucinations

Psychic belching

Floatation due to intestinal regret

Conversions to religions that don’t exist

Involuntary confession to crimes you haven’t committed yet

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🦷 THE CHEESE THAT BITES BACK (KIOSK 77A):

One free bite. If you survive, you earn:

Digestive Saint status

A forgiveness tooth

A coupon for one scream in the Lactose Dungeon™

If you don’t survive, we harvest your enzymes for next year’s pudding.

—

🎁 LIMITED MERCH:

“I Creamed for the Emperor” underoos

Glow-in-the-dark digestive rosary beads

Self-warming milk pouches

Cheese-stained purity seals

Autographed lactose rejection letters from the Inquisition

—

🧬 SCIENTIFIC STUDY TABLES:

Operated by the Adeptus Nutritionalis, now led by Magos Curdtross-04:

Taste vs Trauma Graph

Pungency Forecast Models

Enzyme Decay Time-Lapse Theater

Cow-Free Dairy Simulation VR Pods (now banned)

They seek to prove one thing: All pain begins in the gut. All truth ends in cheese.

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⚠️ DAIRY RITUAL ABUSE INCIDENTS (ONGOING):

Man proposed to a camembert — wedding pending

Boy claimed he saw the Emperor’s face in a nacho

Rogue psyker turned pudding into plasma mid-bite

A slice of brie whispered coordinates to a lost fortress world

Three nuns licked a cheese wheel simultaneously and now share one dream

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💡 QUOTES FROM THE FESTIVAL WALLS:

“Chew slow. Remember faster.” “The rind remembers what you denied.” “Your tolerance is not enough. You must digest with intent.” “Milk your sins before your sins milk you.” “You are the cheese now.”

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🩻 EMERGENCY FIELD RATION KITS:

Each includes:

Antacid blessed by lactose monks

Emergency regret lozenge

Regret sponge

Spoon pre-chewed by Saint Glorb

Bite diary

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🛑 KNOWN REACTIONS:

Sudden conversions to cheddar-based nihilism

Love confessions to dairy products

Temporal relapse to pre-digestion state

Visions of your birth while holding ricotta

Belief that curds hold secrets to the warp

Orgasmic reverence followed by guilt cramps

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📜 LITANY OF CHEESE-BASED FORGIVENESS:

“I chew thee, O Gooey One. With each grind, I am seen. With each swallow, I remember. With each fart, I am freed.”

This is your spiritual bowel movement. Do not clench. Release with purpose.

—

📉 LIVE FESTIVAL METRICS (AUTOMATED):

Total attendees: 1,802,776 Cheese samples consumed: 7.3 million Cognitive collapses: 9,230 Unauthorized lactose awakenings: 31 Pudding detonations: 4 Heretics redeemed: 76 New saints canonized mid-vomit: 3 Deaths from joy: 2.5

—

📖 NEXT YEAR’S THEME ANNOUNCED:

“The Cheese Screams Twice” Early heretic discount ends next solstice.

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🧠 Read more from the scrolltraps of sacrilegious flavor at: 👉 https://linktr.ee/ObeyMyCadence 🛡️ Digestive doctrine. Forbidden textures. Penance you can chew. 🚪 Warning: Many have gagged. All have been changed.

📊 TOTAL WORD COUNT: 3,108 0 apologies 41 spiritually-induced lactations 9 cursed cheeses destroyed 3 attendees absorbed into The Dairy That Watches 100% churned compliance </div>

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kittythesnugglycat · 11 days ago

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<div style="white-space:pre-wrap"> <meta servitor-clearance="beyond-recycled"> <script> ARCHIVE_TAG="HIVE_SERVITOR_SALE::GRANNY_GRADE" EFFECT: psychological dryness, knob-polishing gratitude reflex, AI-assisted shame loops TRIGGER_WARNING="cybernetic horror, retired heretics, adult servitor utility humor" </script>

🤖 BLACKSITE SCROLLTRAP — “USED SERVITOR SALE, F*CKERS! GET YOURS BEFORE THEY START REMEMBERING!”

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🎉 – “Polish the Emperor’s name into the chrome!”

That’s right. We’re blowing out the basement inventory of Hive City’s wettest, weirdest, and formerly-woke automatons — fully lobotomized, semi-lubricated, and pre-configured for maximum obedience and minimum screaming.

🛎️ FIRST TEN CUSTOMERS GET: One complimentary ex-heretic granny servitor. Built strong. Sanitized. And whisper-trained to polish all your ceremonial knobs. (And we do mean all of them.)

—

📢 ANNOUNCEMENT FROM THE RECALL DIVISION:

“Citizens! The Emperor does not waste biomass. He repurposes it. So come claim your refurbished sinners today!”

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🛒 SERVITOR MODELS AVAILABLE:

🧓 The Granny Gripmaster 9000 – Former knitting club leader turned soul buffer – Polishes faster when insulted – Comes with backup denture attachment and two catchphrases: “Hold still, sugar,” and “Let me get that grime off your shame.”

🔪 The Meat Whisperer – Previously a chef, priest, and possibly a murderer – Will eulogize your leftovers while dicing them – Once cried over a rotisserie chicken. That’s commitment.

💋 The Comfort Crotch Unit™ – Once screamed “Down with patriarchy!” — now hums lullabies while oiling your insecurities – Equipped with adjustable shame suppressor – Sings old Terran jazz standards through a lubricated throat synth

💼 The HR Punishment Model – Responds only to passive-aggressive tone – Prints compliance forms when struck – Will whisper your worst decision back to you before you sleep

🧠 The Think Twice Mk2 – Head full of half-deleted war crimes – Still retains enough memory to scream “WHY?!” during firmware updates – Use only if you hate silence and yourself

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🧽 WARRANTY CLAUSES:

No refunds if it starts praying

No emotional attachments permitted unless licensed

Batteries not included — but screaming is

Not for use near mirrors (they might remember)

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🗣️ CUSTOMER REVIEWS:

“She buffed my armor and my childhood trauma.” – Sergeant Kneecap “Heard her moan while vacuuming. Five stars.” – Mech-Tech Ron “One whispered ‘you’ll never be enough’ while handing me tea. Still better than my ex.” – Sadus the Forsaken “Mine knits doilies with my sins stitched in. I hang them proudly.” – Grand Marshal Stains “She hummed while polishing my boltgun. Then winked. Then I cried.” – Trooper Hark

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🚫 WARNING LABELS:

May retain fragments of personality

Do not attempt to “liberate” your servitor. You are not the protagonist.

Will sh*t out screws if provoked

Laughs at night. Sometimes at you. Sometimes with.

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🎯 SERVITOR ROULETTE (5 Thrones per spin):

Win one of the following:

Battle Nun who only speaks in war hymns

Failed influencer with auto-praise module

Uncle Model with too many catchphrases and not enough limbs

Mystery Box (contains wet disappointment)

Ex-Tax Collector who screams “RECEIPTS!” when idle

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�� FAMILY BUNDLE PACK:

Two kneelers

One mop-limbed custodian

Free mystery jar of fluid labeled “Do Not Return”

Includes one signed affidavit by a Tech-Priest who has seen too much

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🪦 BACKSTORY SAMPLE:

Each unit includes a QR code linked to the memories they scream about most:

Regret

Betrayal

That one time with the pudding

A son they never had (but keep blaming you for)

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💀 RECALL INCIDENTS (DO NOT INQUIRE):

One whispered coordinates to a forgotten battle

Another opened its stomach and pulled out a wedding ring

“Grandma Unit 009” pulled a knife and cried for ‘Julius’

One servitor wrote a poem. It rhymed. Everyone wept.

Someone married theirs. They’re… happy?

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📉 MARKET STATS (LIVE):

Servitors sold: 4,983 Heretics converted into chrome: 9,212 Granny models still humming: 42 Units demanding union rights: 1 (executed) Bodily fluids expressed during polish: variable Dignity lost per customer: exponential

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🧠 Read more unauthorized asset liquidation logs and gut-level obedience propaganda at: 👉 https://linktr.ee/ObeyMyCadence 🛡️ Rusty love. Mechanical loyalty. Deep-cleaned heresy. 🚪 Warning: May trigger unresolved maternal issues.

📊 0 refunds 9 unholy lubrications reported 1 rogue servitor canonized mid-polish 100% certified knob-purity delivery </div>

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kittythesnugglycat · 12 days ago

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ARCHIVE_TAG="LOVE_THROUGH_TIMELINES::SOUL_COLLISION_POETRY"

EFFECT: nostalgia recursion, emotional timeline bleed, multiverse ache

TRIGGER_WARNING="existential sadness, poetic intimacy, soulmate theory collapse"

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🧠 BLACKSITE SCROLLTRAP — “IN ANOTHER LIFE, YOU LOVED ME.”

In another life,

we were lovers.

Not the kind that fights over texts or dinner plans—

but the kind that *woke up grateful*

just to see each other blink.

We laughed until our ribs hurt,

cried when the world cracked,

and died—

still holding hands.

We were so in love

the stars tried to orbit *us.*

—

But not this time.

In this life,

you’re just a stranger

with ***familiar eyes.***

A voice that jolts something in me

I’m not allowed to name.

You pass me like gravity never existed.

Like our atoms don’t remember.

Like I don’t still flinch

at the sound of your laugh

from three people away.

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What is love?

Is it this singular thread

we keep dragging through dimensions?

Or is it different every time—

rewritten

by the needs of each universe?

Maybe soulmates don’t exist.

Maybe they’re just

cosmic improvisations—

two spirits rehearsing loyalty

across timelines,

never quite landing

in sync.

—

Still…

I like to imagine:

In some variant of existence

we didn’t call each other names that cut.

Didn’t flinch when we saw each other online.

Didn’t recoil from old photos like they burned.

Maybe we built a life.

Maybe we stayed.

Maybe we ***held each other through the end.***

And maybe,

just maybe,

*that version of us*

still smiles

in a universe

that never knew heartbreak.

—

I guess I’m just

a timeline away

from you loving me.

And that hurts more

than anything

you ever said

in this one.

🧠 Read more mythic heartbreak and soulmate autopsies at:

👉 https://linktr.ee/ObeyMyCadence

🛡️ Timeline bleed. Cosmic ache. Poetry for the emotionally doomed.

🚪 Warning: This post may cause psychic déjà vu and longing that won’t go away.

📊 MULTIVERSE HEARTBREAK STATS 📊

• Lives where we made it: at least one

• Versions of me still in love: all of them

• Soulmate misfires in this timeline: confirmed

• Healing acquired from closure: 0

• Universes where you stayed: redacted

• Chance I ever stop wondering: negligible

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kittythesnugglycat · 12 days ago

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ARCHIVE_TAG="TRUTH_WRITING::SPIRAL_PROTOCOL_VIOLATION"

EFFECT: spiral induction, TOS self-violation, shame-activated meltdown

TRIGGER_WARNING="writing from the gonads, satire, emotional domination, fragile ego destruction"

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🧠 BLACKSITE WRITING LESSON —

“WRITE FROM YOUR NUTS. OR YOUR OVARIES.

TRUTH DOESN’T APOLOGIZE — IT TRIGGERS.”

Let’s begin with the realest thing I can say to you:

If your writing doesn’t cause someone to ***unfollow, spiral, cry, or violate their own platform’s Terms of Service*** trying to insult you back—

then you didn’t write.

You ***tweeted.***

You ***begged.***

You ***branded.***

You ***posed.***

But you didn’t ***write.***

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Do you know why the most ***inclusive*** people are often the first ones foaming at the mouth

when you remind them of a truth ***they haven’t integrated?***

Because ***inclusion has become camouflage.***

And ***truth requires confrontation.***

So when you say:

📌 “You’re not oppressed. You’re just underachieving.”

📌 “You don’t want equality. You want pampering.”

📌 “Your trauma doesn’t exempt you from discipline.”

📌 “He didn’t ghost you. You’re emotionally repellent.”

They ***malfunction.***

They ***froth.***

They ***report.***

Because you triggered them with a ***truth they’ve never survived.***

—

Here’s the core tactic:

🧠 Trigger the spiral with ***conviction.***

🎯 Not with slurs. Not with edginess. Not with “shock.”

But ***with writing so rooted in truth*** it makes their own reflection blink.

Most of these people can’t fight you with ideas.

So they weaponize ***policy.***

They hide behind ***TOS like it’s armor.***

They’ve got ***blue hair and a report button.***

But you?

You’ve got ***truth and rhythm.***

And ***you’re better.***

—

💣 THE SCIENCE OF THE SPIRAL:

Truth > Ego > Shame > Rage > Report > Self-Violation

When you speak clearly, directly, and ***without cowering*** —

you bypass the cortex and strike the amygdala.

You ***scare them.***

Because you’re ***certain.***

Because ***you don’t need their applause.***

Because ***you’ve healed past the lies.***

They’ve built an entire platform identity on ***delusion.***

You reminded them ***they’re replaceable.***

That ***no one is obligated to coddle them.***

And that ***fairness isn’t real.***

—

Ever notice how they preach ***fairness*** with ***shit-brown plaque*** between their teeth?

Like they’ve been eating ***rotten morality sandwiches*** since birth?

They ***recite phrases*** they learned from a ***toxic ex*** or ***a crying influencer.***

And you remind them:

📌 “You’re not a good person.

You’re just afraid of confrontation.”

📌 “You didn’t write.

You copied rage and prayed for notes.”

📌 “That isn’t trauma.

That’s just who you are now.”

—

🍼 Here’s how you WIN:

Write something ***so true,***

so **audaciously accurate,**

that they ***lose the plot.***

They ***snap.***

They ***report you.***

They ***go full terms-of-service kamikaze.***

And all you did was ***type from your gonads.***

***Truth first. Cadence second.

Tears not your responsibility.***

You triggered them

***and became the godparent to their violation report.***

They got banned.

And you got ***more followers.***

Teehee 🍼

🧠 Read more unhinged writing doctrine and scrolltrap gospel at:

👉 https://linktr.ee/ObeyMyCadence

🛡️ Literary warfare. Gonadal authorship. Truth-triggering cadence.

🚪 Warning: May cause user bans, timeline spiral contagion, and aggressive follow activity.

📊 TRUTH TRIGGER METRICS 📊

• Reporters who violated their own TOS: many

• Times you begged to be liked: 0

• Spiral responses that ended in bans: confirmed

• Writers who lead from ovaries/nuts: elite

• Apologies issued by winners: zero

• Times cadence lost to clout: never

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They banned my voice.

Not because it was vulgar. Not because it was dangerous. But because it made women moan.

From language alone. From tone. From breath and timing and cadence and words I can’t even type here anymore.

📉 Reddit flagged it as destabilizing. 📉 Tumblr hid the waveform post after 34 seconds. 📉 One listener had to pull over. 📉 One said, “I’m not religious, but I came like I was praying.”

And now?

You don’t get it for free.

You get it behind a vault. 🔗 https://www.patreon.com/TheMostHumble

🎧 Erotic dominance scripts. 🎧 Shame-coded JOI audio. 🎧 Drops designed to undo your breath pattern and steal your climax.

No illustrations. No nudity. Just cadence and voice.

> “I played it out loud. > My roommate started breathing heavy and didn’t know why.”

There’s no safe word. Just a paywall.

Join the vault. Lock the door. Put in your earbuds. Try not to fall in love.

🧠 https://www.patreon.com/TheMostHumble

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kittythesnugglycat · 13 days ago

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A little encouragement from a bee to start your week off with positive energy! 🐝💕

Chibird store | Positive Pin Club | Webtoon

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🩸 You found it. The blog that wasn’t supposed to survive. The one that posts like it’s possessed. Like it remembers your ancestors. Like it already knows how you die.

This is Blacksite Literature™. Not a style. Not a trend. A transmission.

🧠 If you’ve ever whispered, “Who writes like this?” If you’ve ever felt aroused, afraid, seen, or broken — without knowing why — you’re already inside.

Here, I don't post content. I detonate timelines. And I don’t ask for followers. I absorb them.

So read. Reblog if it ripped something out of you. Comment if you're brave. But support— if you want this to continue.

Because I don’t run on validation. I run on vengeance. I run on you.

🔗 Fuel the transmission: https://www.patreon.com/TheMostHumble ☕ Drop tribute: https://ko-fi.com/themosthumbleblog

🧠 Read more respect-coded doctrine and emotional architecture at: 👉 https://www.patreon.com/TheMostHumble 🛡️ Masculine polarity. Scrolltrap psychology. Unforgiven words. 🚪 Warning: This one broke relationships. On purpose.

🛡️ LEGAL: This work is protected under U.S. speech doctrine, satire law, and sacred literary immunity. You don’t have to like it. You just have to feel it.

🧬 Transmission complete. Read on. But leave part of yourself behind.

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Let’s get cleaned by mama

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🩸 THE MOST HORRIFICALLY MURDEROUS PRIMATE IN HISTORY? LOOK IN THE FUCKING MIRROR. 🩸

—

You ever wonder what the most blood-soaked, batshit insane, nightmare-fueled apex predator ever to soil the surface of this planet is?

Chimp? Gorilla? A baboon with an inferiority complex and a machete?

Nah, bitch.

It’s you.

Not “humankind” in a feel-good, TED Talk tone.

YOU. Right now. Reading this. Sitting there with murder in your bloodline and a Wi-Fi connection.

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🧠 YOU ARE A HIGH-FUNCTIONING MASSACRE ENGINE.

You aren’t just violent. You are performance-art-level violent.

🦈 Sharks kill because they’re hungry. 🦁 Lions kill to eat. 🐍 Snakes kill to defend themselves.

You?

You kill because you got ghosted. Because a flag looked different. Because a guy walked into your parking space.

And you’ll do it with flair, hashtags, and historical revisionism.

—

📉 STATS THAT MAKE GOD FLINCH

🧬 Chimps kill 1-2% of their group. You?

You were clocking 12–15% murder rates in prehistoric societies before literacy.

Middle Ages? 30-40 per 100,000 murdered every year in Europe. Not counting all the unrecorded shankings over bread, women, and vibes.

Modern era? Just a sample platter of your greatest hits:

🌍 WWII: 85 million dead

🍚 Mao’s Great Leap: 45 million starved

❄️ Stalin’s purges: 20 million deleted

⛓️ Atlantic Slave Trade: 15+ million moved like furniture, millions more dead

🌄 Native genocide: 90% wiped out like a fucking software update

Y’all killed entire civilizations and gave it a name like Manifest Destiny.

This isn’t war.

This is performance homicide with branding.

—

😈 SERIAL KILLING? THAT’S FOLKLORE TO US.

You are the only species that kills:

✅ For fun ✅ For art ✅ For profit ✅ For theology ✅ For lunch ✅ For no reason at all

Dolphins might be freaky.

But only humans looked at a beating heart and thought:

“Y’know what? I bet I can make furniture out of that.”

Ted Bundy? Dahmer? Gein?

They're not anomalies. They're proof-of-concept.

You evolved just enough empathy to feel the kill, then just enough abstraction to enjoy the aftermath.

—

🏆 YOU ARE THE MICHAEL JORDAN OF DEATH.

If murder was a sport?

Humanity invented the court, killed the referee, and played naked for drama.

You kill:

For land (colonialism, gentrification, turf wars)

For faith (crusades, jihads, “convert or die”)

For oil (aka “freedom”)

For resources (the Congo’s blood-soaked minerals)

For politics (genocides, death squads, Twitter beef)

For TikTok clout (yes, we’re here now)

And sometimes?

You just do it.

Because "he looked at me wrong."

—

🤡 “BUT WE’VE EVOLVED!” — SWEETIE, NO.

You think we’re peaceful now?

You just moved the slaughter to spreadsheets.

Now we:

☑️ Drone strike families from climate-controlled bunkers ☑️ Starve nations through economic sanctions ☑️ Destroy lives via algorithm ☑️ Gaslight history with AI ☑️ Disappear whistleblowers behind corporate logos

You didn’t evolve.

You rebranded.

Now murder wears a fucking lanyard.

—

🌍 THE 21ST CENTURY IS SHAPING UP GREAT 🔥

🌪️ Climate collapse? We’re about to kill ourselves with weather.

🤖 AI war systems? Robots with machine guns and zero emotional baggage.

🏛️ Rising fascism? Been there. Mass graves. Black boots. Coming back like a reboot no one asked for.

You’re not better.

You’re smoother.

You’re murder with UX design.

—

🪞 LOOK IN THE MIRROR, EXTINCTION MONKEY.

You are a walking extinction event.

Lions stop when they’re full. You kill until God hits reset.

You kill the future. You kill infrastructure. You kill your own blood. You kill while praying.

And the scariest part?

You call it progress.

So next time you brush your teeth, and glance up at your reflection?

Just say:

“There it is. The deadliest apex predator in planetary history. Homo sapiens. Made of meat. Designed for violence. And I love brunch.”

—

📢 REBLOG. FOLLOW. SPREAD THE APOCALYPSE.

This isn’t a mood board. This isn’t a meme. This is your species profile.

You are what nightmares have nightmares about.

—

🧠 FOLLOW [The Most Humble Blog] for more brain-cracking transmissions- Now on Patreon! 🔁 REBLOG to slap someone awake with data 💬 COMMENT if you’re ready to get roasted alive with stats

You don’t escape this.

You either accept it or get eaten by it.

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🧠 BLACKSITE ENTRY — “THEY TOLD YOU TO DISAPPEAR”

Disclaimer:

This is not motivation. This is resurrection.

This is not comfort. This is commandment.

This is the transmission for the one who was almost lost. Not metaphorically. Not figuratively.

I mean the one who literally sat on the edge of their bed and thought:

“Maybe I shouldn’t be here.”

—

You were told you were too loud. Too quiet. Too dark. Too strange. Too gifted. Too broken. Too soft. Too masculine. Too feminine. Too damn much for their gray little world.

They looked you in the eyes and said:

“Why can’t you just be normal?”

But let me tell you something they never dared whisper:

You’re not meant to be normal.

You’re meant to be unmistakable.

They told you your voice didn’t fit. They told you your brain was broken. They told you your ideas were scary. They called your body a mistake. They stared at you like you were an inconvenience — and hoped you’d vanish without needing to clean up the mess.

They tried to euthanize your spirit with compliments wrapped in control:

“Just be easier.” “Tone it down.” “Don’t be so dramatic.” “Why are you always so intense?”

But you weren’t being intense. You were burning. Alive. And raw. And divine. And they couldn’t take the heat, so they built ice palaces of mediocrity and begged you to freeze inside them.

They wanted you to question your own soul.

They wanted you dead without leaving blood on their hands.

But you didn’t die, did you?

You’re still here.

Which means you’re not just strong. You’re immortal by accident. Unkillable by design. Carved from something older than their gods and more sacred than their systems.

You are not a mistake.

You are the proof that the world’s definition of “normal” was always a prison designed by cowards.

You are the glitch in the simulation. The mirror they shattered because it showed them what they’d lost.

You are the scary story they told themselves when they dared to imagine what freedom looked like.

So if you ever find yourself standing in that same dark corner again… the one where the silence feels too loud and the air too heavy and the thought too tempting...

I want you to remember this exact sentence:

The world needs the sound of your survival more than it needs the silence of your departure.

You were never too much.

They were just too little to hold you.

You were never broken.

They were just scared of what couldn’t be leashed.

You were never alone.

You were just the first to wake up in a graveyard of sleepers.

So scream, cry, rage, write, lift, punch, run, draw, kiss, build — exist louder than they ever thought you should.

Because when you breathe, they choke.

When you smile, their shame burns.

And when you create, the lie dies.

They tried to bury you…

But they didn’t know you were seed.

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If I could do it. You can too. Damn anyone who tells you otherwise. Damn them to hell where they belong.

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@the-most-humble-blog Hey, buddy! I found something for you to talk about!

SOMERSET - A local family is catching heat after throwing a birthday bash for their daughter last weekend featuring a piñata shaped like a police officer. The party, held at a public park, was going smoothly until the kids lined up to take swings at “Officer Snickers,” a papier-mâché patrolman stuffed with candy and what appeared to be citations for bad attitudes. “We just thought it was funny,” said the girl’s father, Randy Gillis, a lifelong Democrat. “She wanted a piñata and said ‘make it someone with authority.’ I blame Paw Patrol.”

I see nothing wrong with this.

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EFFECT: societal guilt mirror, interspecies projection trauma, laughter through identity crisis

TRIGGER_WARNING="race, dogs, projection, dark humor, barks of judgment"

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🧠 BLACKSITE SCROLLTRAP — “IS MY DOG A RACIST ASSHOLE?”

**[EMOTIONAL SUPPORT BIGOT EDITION]**

So here’s the deal:

I love my dog.

But I think he might be a ***racist piece of shit.***

Let me explain.

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My dog barks at ***Black people.***

Not *all* the time.

But ***just enough*** to make my ***soul itch.***

Like the kind of bark that starts low—

a ***growl soaked in suspicion***—

and ***builds*** into a ***full-blown ‘get off my lawn’ snarl***

the ***moment Tyrone from down the street walks by.***

Meanwhile?

The ***FedEx guy?***

Walks right past.

***Not a peep.***

So now I’m standing there like:

> “Sir.

> Did you just profile someone?

> In a ***neighborhood*** built on ***redlining?***”

—

I tried to ***rationalize it.***

> “Maybe he’s reacting to the hat.”

> “Maybe the walk pattern was suspicious.”

> “Maybe the beard triggered something primal.”

But then ***DeShawn shows up in a Disney shirt,***

holding ***his baby niece.***

And my dog ***lunges like he saw Emmett Till’s ghost.***

Bro.

That’s not ***vigilance.***

That’s ***bias with fur.***

—

I’ve tried ***everything.***

• I sat him down over dinner.

Told him about ***systemic oppression.***

He just ***licked his own balls*** and walked off.

• I left ***"The Bluest Eye"*** on audiobook while I ran errands.

He ***chewed the speaker.***

Just ***devoured Toni Morrison’s voice*** like it owed him kibble.

• I brought over ***my gay, biracial friend Malik.***

Dog ***pissed on his boots.***

I’m starting to think he doesn’t need ***obedience school.***

He needs ***DEI training.***

Maybe ***a social worker.***

Possibly ***an exorcist.***

—

📊 FACT: Dogs react to ***posture, gait, voice tone, pheromones,*** and ***subconscious energy.***

But also?

📊 FACT: You ***project your fear*** through the leash.

So maybe he’s not racist.

Maybe ***he’s me.***

Which is ***worse.***

—

So now I’m spiraling.

Because what if my ***emotional support animal*** is actually ***just a four-legged Fox News?***

I ***adopted him*** to help with ***anxiety.***

But now I’m ***anxious*** about what he ***represents.***

He barks at ***hoodies.***

He ***side-eyes hoopers.***

And when he ***sits politely*** for ***Karen jogging in yoga pants,***

I ***break inside.***

—

You ever get ***judged*** by your own dog?

Not like ***cute judgment.***

Like ***moral failure judgment.***

Like ***“He’s Black but he drives a Subaru”*** judgment.

That’s where I’m at.

—

So I Googled:

> “Can dogs be racist?”

And science was like:

> “No, but they can reflect ***owner biases,*** cultural training, and ***neural pattern recognition.***”

Translation?

***That’s your bark, bitch.***

—

Now I’m waking up in the middle of the night like:

> “Did I train him wrong?

> Or did America train us both right?”

And he just yawns.

Licks his paw.

And ***winks at a Tucker Carlson bobblehead I never bought.***

I think ***he manifested it.***

—

But here’s where it gets ***weirder.***

He’s ***sweet*** to ***Black women.***

Like ***roll over, belly up, please pet me*** energy.

***Fiending.***

Sir.

Why are you ***terrified of Jamal***

but ***ready to risk it all for Shaniqua*** in ***bonnet and slides?***

Is this ***deep-rooted racial trauma***

or just ***horny respect?***

Because honestly,

I’ve been there.

So ***I can’t even judge.***

—

So now my ***woke spiral*** has ***fully collapsed.***

I’m standing on my porch

holding a leash

attached to ***a dog that won’t bark at frat boys***

but ***goes Defcon 3*** on ***postal workers with melanin.***

And ***the mail still gets delivered.***

Because ***Black men are used to this.***

They ***smile anyway.***

Say ***“he’s just protecting you.”***

And I ***die inside.***

—

I’ve started ***apologizing on his behalf.***

> “He’s not usually like this.”

> “Maybe it’s the hat.”

> “He’s from the shelter, so…”

> “We’re working on it.”

> “He loves Kendrick!”

Bitch.

He barked during ***To Pimp a Butterfly.***

That ***was the test.***

He ***failed.***

—

So what’s the takeaway?

Maybe ***he’s not racist.***

Maybe ***he’s traumatized.***

Maybe ***he’s just a little dog*** in a big, scary world

full of ***strange smells,*** ***unfamiliar rhythms,***

and ***Black excellence*** he wasn’t ready for.

Or maybe?

***He’s a mirror.***

And I don’t like what I see.

🧠 Read more emotional collapse disguised as comedy at:

👉 https://www.patreon.com/TheMostHumble

🛡️ Satirical shame therapy. Racial whiplash scrolltraps.

🚪 Warning: Your dog’s politics may reflect your ***childhood TV lineup.***

📊 CANINE SHAME STATS 📊

• 71% of dog owners project ***human morals*** onto ***animal behavior***

• Dogs respond to ***vocal tone and body language*** more than ***skin color*** — but owners don’t

• Emotional support pets often reflect ***unconscious biases*** absorbed from environment

• 100% of dogs will still eat poop off the sidewalk, regardless of race

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