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New stills from s2 of Percy Jackson!!! Everything looks so good!!

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Affirmations:

- I am strange

- I am offputting

- I move as though floating a few inches off the ground

- My eyes burn with the celestial fires of creation

- My voice carries with an ancient, primal echo

- Reality trembles with awe in my presence

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hate when I'm trying to just take a normal drink but it turns out I'm thirstier than I thought so I end up gulping it down like a goddamn cartoon characer. the indignity of water lust.

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sacrificial//sacred

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Your dislike or phobia for certain animals never outweights the animal's right to exist and live, i keep running into this behavior and i don't know why some folks never got to learn that. Who do you think you are

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they call me the freaker outer the way I’m always freaking outing

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I want to be loved gently, like a newborn pup, still crying for mama

I want to be loved violently, like the blood dripping from teeth, carnally devoured

I want to be loved whole, the way a person loves a character, flaws included

I want to be loved femininely, gentle caresses and motherly

I want to be loved masculinely, testing the physical limit of my body, but loving it

I want to be loved like pain, so achingly delicious

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where r my friends. why do you live far away. come here let me make you apple pie

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"I was 16, I had no idea what was going on, why would you do that?" i cry out, angry and lashing.

"So was I," she says softly, for she too, was simply 16, bumbling about on her new legs. Unknowing of the grass she tore at, the wounds she made simply by existing.

I was a child, but so was she. No one knew anything but instinct.

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remember when you were a child and had to clear out all those tabs on your parent's or grandparent's phone or tablet?

when you're an adult, you become that. i have to weekly check my tabs 😭

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dating apps are so weird and difficult. like what do you mean this person likes this one niche artist? they look basic asf. then you talk to them and they can't carry a conversation, so you give up and try again. repeatedly. mindlessly sifting through hundreds, if not thousands, of people. sinply because on an app, they tapped the same thing.

I wish there was a way to filter them by ubconventional fears, or special interest, or what cliche they were in high school.

wish there was a place to meet people just like me, who are autistic, a little slow at times, love greek mythology, doesn't support the government, and is actually an interesting person. that's my christmas wish/j

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Some good old fashion cannibalism would probably fix me.

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when the daydream plotline so good you gotta go for ANOTHER walk

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you're not an horrible person you are 15 years old

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a centaur can consentaur

A centaur can consentaur

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TW gore, angst

Bill Cypher felt.....grossly human. Humanity was akin to mud under his skin, a gross and constant reminder.

He clawed at the damn skin, his insides crawling. Axlotl above, he despised being human. Inhabiting someone else's human body was fine; it was fun even, when it wasn't your burden, your skin, your pain. But this? He had been shoved into this gross skin and told to repent, told to learn. He was angry at everything around him, unable to sow chaos as he felt he'd been born to do.

Bill growled, curling his fingers to resemble claws, trying to claw the disgusting skin off. He was a diety, for Axlotl sake! A chaos demon, not...human. Never human. Always past the line of morality, never caring. But he'd been shoved across the line, shoved into this cage of a body, his powers shackled, taken.

Bill started to scream, eyes closing and face scrunching. He felt so much anger, so much emotion, he was not used to this. He hated Pine Tree, hated Shooting Star, hated his beloved Sixer for overthrowing him. He hated Axlotl for putting him in this "rehabilitation," and he hated himself most of all for murdering his family, his mom.

Bill kept screaming, his hands going to clench and pull hair. He never understood those puny humans and their emotions. He hated that he understood now. He wanted his skin off, his hair out, and his guts strewn across the ground. He wanted his blood to paint the walls the gorgeous crimson. He wanted his brain matter to paint the walls, floor, roof. He wanted his flesh to rot as his bones turned to stone.

Warmth spread on his wrists. There was a warm body trying to wrestle Bill's arms away from his head. Bill screamed more, unaware of the tears flowing from his human eyes. Running out of breath, he paused. As he took a breath, he heard his Fordsie's voice,

"Bill, you're okay, you're safe, I'm-"

He's what? He's disappointed? He's angry for the screaming? Well, Sixer, Bill couldn't exactly control his actions. Bill hated that, he hated not being in control.

Bill kept screaming, the force of the breaths sending him rocking. That was comforting. Damn Sixer, grabbing his shoulders and holding him in a close embrace. Bill noticed Ford's long breaths, and fought for control to stop screaming.

"It's okay, Cy, it's okay. You're okay." Ford was using his nickname.

Bill was...exhausted. He slumped against Ford, a frown dancing on his face. Bill opened his eyes to see Shooting Star standing in the doorway with Pine Tree and Stanley, all looking concerned. Bill burrowed his face into Ford's neck, unintentionally making a whining sound in his throat.

"He's calmed down, you guys. He'll be fine." Ford said, waiting until the sound of the door clicking shut wafted over the two.

"Cy? Hun, what's wrong?" Ford asked gently.

"Not supposed to be human-" Bill gasped.

"It's okay, Cy. It's okay to be overwhelmed." Ford said.

"I don't- I don't want this." Bill said.

"Bill, this is for the best. Please, everything will be better once you learn your lesson. Bill, look at me." Ford pushed Bill's face from his neck to look him in the eyes, "Bill, I want to love you. I want to be able to be in love with you. You have to improve first, Bill."

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“Deadpool & Wolverine wasn’t gay enough”

we saw both of them repeatedly penetrating each other in the back of a Honda Odyssey and the camera specifically focused on the car rocking after a while before cutting to them passed out after said phallic penetration. then the pivotal moment of the film has the two men holding hands and listening to Madonna. were you asleep? because nothing about that was heterosexual.