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[the-duck-strangler]

Breaking News!

Im getting a tower computer finally yayyyyy!!!

also guess what?

I finally bought a profesional FL licence!!

so be sure to see all sorts of new sounds and projects in the future!!

thanks again for staying with me on this journey >:)))

love yall

[the-duck-strangler]

being stuck inside makes you crazy.

I like crazy

sorry for the absence :>

[the-duck-strangler]

Was just walking back from the bank with my fiancee after depositing my life savings for a regular FL licence.

Hotshot in a big "look at me I'm a big boy" bright green lifted ram revved his engine because we look queer.

Fiancee covered his ears because it was loud (unfortunately his phone was dead so no headphones :<)

Another jackass lower down the street in a rusty blue shitty chevy truck revs his.

Fiancee flips him off.

He red lines his truck.

His fucking engine blew right there.

Fucking deserved.

[the-duck-strangler]

All of this is badass

“I always remember having this fight with a random dude who claimed that ‘straight white men’ were the only true innovators. His prime example for this was the computer… the computer… THE COMPUTER!!! THE COM-PU-TER!!!

Alan Turing - Gay man and ‘father of computing’ Wren operating Bombe - The code cracking computers of the 2nd world war were entirely run by women Katherine Johnson - African American NASA mathematician and ‘Human computer’ Ada Lovelace - arguably the 1st computer programmer”

- Sacha Coward

Also Margaret Hamilton - NASA computer scientist who put the first man on the moon - an as-yet-unmatched feet of software engineering, here pictured beside the full source of that computer programme. #myhero

Grace Hopper - the woman that coined the term “bug”  

- @robinlayfield

[the-duck-strangler]

I'm being consumed by the gay agenda yet I do not wish to fight it what does that mean-

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But I could be Your bitch teehee :>

I may wear women's underwear but I ain't no bitch

[the-duck-strangler]

I may wear women's underwear but I ain't no bitch

[the-duck-strangler]

Earth

Sometimes I Dont know where to start From the mind or from the heart A story told bound tight with pain wrapped in lies, said confident in vain

My throat constricts with words unknown For reasons I wish werent placed at home and times of stress feel like a burden placed on me by things uncertian

Finding reasons to keep on Trying Feels like finding reasons to keep on Lying To protects others grace To protect my own faith To save the day To Laugh away

The feeling placed upon me by others mistakes

And ill gladly take the blame.

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Is it just me?

Or do other people wish they had the chance to be a shoe shiner?

Like you're telling me all I had to do was shine a man's shoes and I'd have enough money to buy a snack?

Hell yeah

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Reblog if you think public libraries are important and should be maintained.

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MANIA MANIA MANIA MANIA MANIA

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So you're telling me that they couldnt even find a picture of the missile? Or were they just lazy af?

This is a news source and they are using ai...

Wow...

[the-duck-strangler]

Went into the emergency room in January to get my wrist checked out because it felt odd and it hurt quite a bit, so I went to get a medical professional's opinion to see if I had somehow dislocated it in my sleep or if I had just slept on it funny but either way it hurt enough to be concerned.

I was hesitant though and I only went because after I had asked a couple people they said to go get it checked out.

I go in, give them my insurance, wait to be seen and they basically give me a look over and tell me everything is fine and sent me on my way.

Fast forward to now and apparently I have medical bill of $191.62 and that's after insurance supposedly...

For a check up and a recommendation?

Are you fucking kidding me?

No wonder so many people kill themselves is all I have to say about that.

That is two weeks worth of pay for me.

Should've just suffered in silence I guess.

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played most of this by hand hope yall like it :>

:>

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I dont understand this and I dont think I ever will, but even so I dont feel the need to make fun of it or judge the op for their story.

Honestly I wish I could understand.

I'm not disgusted, disappointed or appalled by this post either, I see it as a great form of expression especially since those sort of things cant happen in our reality.

For example inflation...

I personally dont understand how people could get sexual pleasure from thinking about that sort of thing because it's not really something you can achieve in this reality without horrible horrible outcomes.

And of course that kinda turned me away from the whole thing...

I still dont understand it.

Some people have explained it as the feelings you would get from this certain thing or action or they developed it do to trauma related things.

But I just cant understand it no matter what way I think about it and honestly I hate it.

And it makes me happy knowing people like you can share stories about this with full confidence.

Its impressive and I tend to look up to alot of you for your creative writing abilities even if I dont understand it.

In every way these make sense in a universe you've created and I think what my problem is, is that I've been stuck in this reality too god damn long and I haven't had much fun in my life.

So thank you and everyone like you for being here on this platform.

You make my world turn.

When your girlfriend first told you she wanted to put you in a Poké Ball, the first thing you did was laugh. You felt a little bad, seeing the expression on her face afterward, but it was just silly, you know? Poké Balls were for Pokémon, for pets. Obviously she couldn't do that to you, you were a person.

It was a while before she said it again, but the next time was when she had her teeth on your neck and your hips in her hands. She whispered husky against your skin about how badly she just wanted to catch you and keep you in a way that no one could separate you two ever again. It was cute - the gesture, at least - but that was what pet play was for. You already had a collar with a little bell on it, she guided you around by a leash sometimes. You told her that, and she went quiet, her eyes dark and intense and fierce.

After that, you couldn't help but find yourself... looking, sometimes. Staring at the way trainers and their Pokémon interacted. The way an Eevee would snuggle up into their master's lap, or how pretty a Furfrou would look after a grooming. Even those Pokémon in the wild that you'd pass by started to feel....... hollow in a way you couldn't understand.

Some criminal gang showed up on the news one day, and they started boasting about their Poké Balls (designed after some old weird black Poké Balls with eyes on them that showed up at some ruin somewhere) could catch Pokémon that already had an owner, and even worse, could possibly catch more than Pokémon. Officer Jenny decried this and publicly stated it was an impossibility, but as you watched the news, you could feel the tension in your girlfriend, her intense stare boring holes into the TV set.

A week later, a night of passion, tugging your collar as she buried herself in you over and over, and near the end with you dazed and panting and practically unconscious, she reached to the side table. It was silly, you thought, she didn't wear condoms - no. Not that. Sleek and black, obsidian purple lines and a glaring eye, the Poké Ball was intimidating in a way that went beyond the fear you felt in your gut. A primal, dangerous fear, the fear only a prey can comprehend when it sees the gaping maw of a predator.

You wanted to run, you wanted to scream and tell her no and thrash against her and tell her that this was stupid and illegal and... But you didn't. You didn't protest as she pressed the button to your neck, a needy, keening whine falling from your lips as it flashed and-

In a flash of red, you were back on the bed, blinking in surprise, panting and disoriented. You must have gone in and come back out, with no perception of the time in between. You felt... fine. No. That's not it.

You felt wrong. Different. Broken.

When you wore your collar for her, there was something beyond the physical discomfort of leather tight against skin. There was something deeper there. A feeling of domestication, a feeling of ownership. The knowledge that the collar can be grabbed or clipped by a leash and you will always comply. She didn't overpower you physically - she didn't need to. The implication was enough. The subservience was enough.

This was that, tenfold. In your gut, in your heart, in your brain you felt a complete hold on your psyche. Every atom in you was drawn to your girlfriend now, Poké Ball in her hand, like a magnet. You wanted to be against her, you needed to be touching her, you needed to be hers.

"Up," she said. You sat up. You didn't even think, your body moved before conscious thought. "Off the bed." You did. Legs swinging over, even as your mind struggled and bent against the commands. There was a lash around your heart. "Stand." Up you went. Trembling, gasping, sweating with tears pouring down your cheeks. You could move, you twitched your fingers to make sure of it, but you could not go against a command your girlfriend made, not while she was the one holding the Poké Ball.

You could never disobey her again.

You sobbed, falling into her arms as she stood beside you, trembling like a leaf as she held you and scratched your back, kissing needily up your jaw and neck. You didn't need the leash anymore. You didn't need the collar or the promise of pet play or the implication of subservience.

You belong to her, now.

Forever.

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I hope my music starts to take traction more..