#are you proud of me mom

[thebomb-thebird-andtheburntbitch]

Finally caught up on demon slayer

[dezmondmyles]

i did it! \o/

no longer a fake prototype fan c:

[chick-it-out]

[harmonysanreads]

Recipe - Yandere!Sunday

Ingredients: A Fresh Sunday, Childhood Trauma, Crippling Anxiety, Bone-Crushing Loneliness, Political Power, Unpredictability, Intelligence, Empathy, Blessing of “Xipe”, A Darling, Salt

INSTRUCTIONS

First make sure that your Sunday is dry of any past romantic experiences. The moisture from romantic experience interferes with the frying process but, if you don't mind getting a few extra burns, feel free to keep it. Now, take a large bowl and start by putting a dash of Childhood Trauma. Close your eyes and pour as much Bone-Crushing Loneliness as you desire, add a good chunk of Unpredictability and Intelligence into the mix. Don't worry about the measurements, just use your feelings.

Now, put Political Power into the amalgam ; you can empty out the entire packet if you really like the feeling of powerlessness. Add the Blessing of “Xipe” for a twinge of spice and a healthy portion of Empathy so whenever your Sunday thinks of how wrong his actions are, he kills himself a little inside. Last but not least, a pinch of salt because no dish is complete without it. Mix everything evenly and regret not getting a bigger bowl.

So this time, get a sufficiently large pot and fill it to about halfway with Crippling Anxiety. Turn on the heat and bring it close to the boiling point. Take your Sunday and marinate him with the mixture, make sure there's no empty spot on his person. Now, gently throw him in the boiling pot of Crippling Anxiety and wait for about 10 minutes.

You might be questioning why we need to fry him in Crippling Anxiety out of everything? That is because hot Crippling Anxiety will convert Bone-Crushing Loneliness into Possessiveness. Which will then branch out to Jealousy upon meeting the necessary conditions, but trying to identify this Jealousy will be near-impossible due to Sunday's immaculate ability to act (this talent is a byproduct of adding too much Childhood Trauma and Bone-Crushing Loneliness, as such, you don't have to worry about getting it from the store). So, don't waste your time there. By now, some parts of Sunday's Childhood Trauma have probably transformed into Relationship linked Insecurities. Wait for five more minutes and your Yandere!Sunday is crisp and ready.

Feel free to serve him with A Darling anytime — yes, they're the sauce.

CAUTIONS

Be careful when you release Sunday into the boiling pot of Crippling Anxiety, you wouldn't want to splash yourself in that.

Don't be greedy and eat some of the Political Power when you're pouring it in the bowl, it tastes very, very bitter.

The Blessing of “Xipe” is a crucial ingredient because it'll give your Sunday that unsettling aura. Don't let the shadiness deter you and just buy it.

Don't be too generous with the Childhood Trauma, we don't want our Sunday to be way too dysfunctional.

Last Modified : May 9, 2024

[veveisveryuncool]

the too-clever fox, finally caught

this is a very sorry to my followers for who i will become tomorrow (feral over sonic prime s3)

[rainesjupiter]

The Devil's fool.

[arcanegifs]

Happy Mother's Day to our Arcane Moms ♡

[dovewingkinnie]

save me biggering (original demo) onceler save me save me biggering (original demo) onceler

[poebrey]

Imagine getting adopted after your parents were brutally murdered through circumstances that were seemingly your fault, being told that it was so you could serve as both an experiment (for your foster father to prove humans could follow Vulcan teachings) and a tool (for your foster brother’s development), seemingly failing both of them, then later being told by your foster mother who you thought you had a healthy relationship with that the reason you were given as much love and affection as you were when you were a child was because it had to be denied to the child she really wanted to give it to, her real child. Oh and that she thought you were the reason your family was falling apart. Michael is a better person than me because I would’ve said fuck everyone and taken a nap.

[j-rye]

bun ny bunny bu nny bunny ? @wolfertinger666

[reipx]

Home is wherever I am with you

[tritoch]

the realization that rielle is like probably 17-19 (per her comment about being due for the elezen growth spurt) puts an entirely new spin on that line of quests lmao particularly every time she's like sidurgu dude i am not your surrogate daughter. imagine constantly being treated like an orphaned waif child by a 26 year old man with depression and it's literally just because you're a short teenager and he met your mom one time. remarkable stuff.

[beeduoo]

wonderful

[leopardom]

“A couple of our photos from 2016 (and two prehistoric ones), when we didn't know that we were playing on the main stage of Sziget tomorrow. Good old, even better new times.”

[bubblegumgothglados]

I have too many followers and it's making me anxious

So here's some rent lowering gun shots

Have you ever thought about fingering a corpse? Maybe you kill them as you're touching them, inject poison into their veins. You know their really dead when a final moan escapes their lips and the light leaves their eyes. And you just, keep touching them. Something about the way their dead cooling flesh feels under your finger, something about how they no longer react and never will again. Maybe they start drying out after half an hour so you lube them up and keep playing. Squeezing their, sorry, it's clit hard and filling it up with your fingers. Not even getting off necessarily, more like a child with a magnifying glass turning ants to smoke. Maybe you loose interest after an hour or so. Maybe you fall asleep wrapped in it's arms. Maybe you wake up a few hours later, rigor mortis has set in, the corpse is holding you tighter in death than the girl ever did in life. Maybe you wriggle your way free but now you're achingly hard and you want to fuck it more than anything. But it's legs are locked together. So you go get a hacksaw, you carefully remove it's legs, the blood oozes out congealing on your hands and sheets. You remove it's arms too, putting the whole lot in the freezer, no point waiting good meat. Finally you remove it's head, to keep, as a reminder of your deceased love. Just the body torso left. You lube up it's cold lifeless pussy, you lay down, you position it on top of you and slowly ease yourself inside it. Maybe because it's muscles are frozen it's tighter than you've ever felt before. Maybe you fuck yourself with it, covered in it's blood, remembering the girl it used to be. Maybe it's the best sex you've ever had.