Wanted To Make Myself A Cute Asexual Pride Sticker. I Really Liked How It Turned Out So I’ll Probably

By Natasha. (Link no longer works)

listen. this guy is the best character Pokemon’s ever introduced. his name is Larry. you have all these crazy-ass gym leaders and then there’s just just this one Normal Dude. he hasn’t slept in three days. he works a 9–5 office job and considers doing taxes fun. he wakes up and eats styrofoam on wheat toast for breakfast in the morning. he’s the only one who terastalizes his ace into a type it already has instead of a different type. his name is Larry

and then you find out that this milquetoast man

is also one of the best Pokemon battlers in Paldea

OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!! LITERALLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Bentley Corniche by Mulliner

The ‘you’re mature for your age’ to sleeping with a bed full of plushies in your mid twenties pipeline is real

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Earlier, when you bravely said you would convince Attorney Tae Su-mi in front of Ms. Han, I made up my mind to be brave and say this. What is it you want to say? 

EXTRAORDINARY ATTORNEY WOO (2022)

This makes so much sense, since I was diagnosed! I was told trying to get a diagnosis wouldn’t mean anything, but it does! Why I felt closer with my grandparents or older people in general. Why I would sometimes reverted to teen traits or younger. I feel noticed.

Autism and Acting Different to Age

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Hanging Out in Shana's Room

“N-no, it’s… I feel good, it’s just I… um… where did my clothes go?” Taylor was definitely aware of the loose and muzzy quality to her speech, which only seemed to grow more disjointed and befuddled as her eyes lazily followed the swing of Shana’s pendant and her body slumped back against the massive beanbag chair in her friend’s bedroom. But every time she tried to make herself wonder why she felt so fuzzy and light-headed, her gaze caught the glittering sparkle of the crystal at the end of the silver chain and her legs gradually parted as the strength melted out of her muscles, leaving her staring in that same stupefied fascination all over again.

The whole thing felt eerily familiar, almost as though she’d found herself in the same state of rapt and mesmerized attention time and time again in Shana’s bedroom and had simply… forgotten…. Taylor’s fingers crept down to her pussy as a swell of arousal hit her at the very notion of staring blankly into the shimmering rainbow depths of Shana’s pendant and losing track of time and memory under its influence. “I, uh, yeah, feels good,” she burbled, responding to a question she’d already forgotten hearing, “but, um, uhhhh… did I… when did I get naked?” She had a vague suggestion of a memory, of walking right into her friend’s room and instantly stripping off her clothes with the same unthinking instinct that might lead another person to take off their shoes. But it was already vanishing, swallowed into the bliss of rubbing her plump pink labia and drifting deeper into trance.

Trance. That meant she was hypnotized, Taylor realized sluggishly, even as her fingers sank all the way up to the knuckle in the plush depths of her messy cunt and her eyes crossed in a confused effort to follow the motion of the swinging pendant. She was hypnotized by Shana, and that meant she had to do whatever the other woman said, and that was… that felt…. “Ofuck s-so good, Mistress,” she whimpered, barely even noticing the term she used to describe someone she’d known since they were both kids. “I, um, n-no, no need to… f-fuck, to t-thinkkkk….” Her legs spread wider. Her hand became a blur of motion. It all felt comfortable and intimately familiar so long as she didn’t try to pay attention to what she was doing while she stared at the crystal and relaxed.

It all made perfect sense now. She was hypnotized again, her mind captured by the effortless ecstasy of deep trance and the smooth, inexorable power of Shana’s will. Taylor couldn’t resist, because resistance required effort and Taylor was too relaxed to put any effort into anything anymore. Even her thoughtless masturbation only happened because Shana directed her fingers into motion, coaxing her to greater and greater heights of pleasure that only made her more and more eager to obey, and soon Taylor was gasping and whimpering the way she always did when she visited her friend’s house and slipped away into obedience. “C-compliance feels too good to resist,” she heard herself moan out, and she knew it was true the way it was always true for her.

Taylor’s eyes crossed and uncrossed, pleasure and drowsiness combining to make it impossible to keep them open any longer, and soon she found her head lolling backwards and her mind collapsing into a stuporous fog of pure obedience. “Unh, unh, uh huh,” she heard herself grunting, but she was already too deep to know what she was agreeing with and it was only when she felt a warm, musky cunt settle against her lips that she remembered what her purpose was. Then she stopped thinking entirely as she began to lick.

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Selfied

“Sure, no, just let me grab a quick self–” Marissa’s voice locked up mid-word and mid-sentence, her eyes freezing in helpless fascination on her phone as her thumb tapped the wrong icon and the screen exploded into a whirling tunnel of light that captivated her gaze and numbed her body into blank, helpless immobility. She didn’t so much as move a muscle as her friend Ximena walked over to her, cautiously tapping her forehead first before reaching down and giving Marissa’s ample breasts a possessive squeeze. Marissa didn’t react. She didn’t respond. She didn’t give even the slightest sign that she recognized the passage of time. And her friend’s lips slowly spread into a wide, wicked smile.

“That’s a good girl,” Ximena purred, tugging down Marissa’s leggings to reveal a pair of lavender panties that contrasted beautifully with the mesmerized woman’s tawny thighs. “That’s a nice deep slavegirl for your Mistress. You’re doing so well, Marissa, absorbing all my words and putting them down, down, down into the back of your mind where all your programming sits. You have to take a selfie before we head out for girl’s night, don’t you? It’s so important, you can’t possibly skip it. And your thumb always slips to that other button, the one that makes your mind and your body freeze for me.” The panties slid down as well, revealing a dripping cunt concealed behind a downy thatch of brown curly pubic hair.

“And what happens after that, lover, you don’t need to remember.” Ximena’s hands posed Marissa’s body, widening her stance as far as it would go and exposing her pussy even more to the dominant woman’s touch. “You don’t want to remember, not when it feels so very good to drift in pleasure and switch off every last thought for Mistress.” Ximena’s terra cotta fingers sank deep into Marissa’s cunt, finding the swollen nub of Marissa’s clit and rubbing it until the mesmerized slave’s breath came in rapid, panting gasps of arousal. “All you remember is that we had a good night out and you enjoyed yourself. Everything else slips away and slides off and you don’t even try to think about it, the same way you don’t think about anything else I’m telling you.”

Marissa still didn’t move, her face frozen in that same expectant expression, but Ximena could feel the muscles clenching and squeezing involuntarily around her exploring fingers. “You don’t think because you can’t think. Your mind is frozen in the moment, lost in the pretty lights, and there’s nothing between my voice and your deepest self anymore. Everything I say is true because you can’t question it, because the narrative of your mind has stopped and I’m replacing it with my words. I am your thoughts now, Marissa, and everything you think, you know to be true. You know you’re an obedient slave. You know Ximena is always right. You know my suggestions are better than your own beliefs and you’re happy to agree with me in all things.” The clench of orgasm never stopped. Ximena’s wicked smile widened even further.

“In a moment, I’m going to unfreeze your body,” Ximena murmured, “but your mind will remain completely paralyzed. We’re going to go to the bedroom together, and you’re going to sink even deeper into the lights while I instruct you in all the best ways to pleasure my cunt. You might lose sight of the phone, you might even feel your eyes slipping shut, but the lights will remain inside your eyes until I dismiss them and tell you to wake. You understand, don’t you, good girl?” Marissa didn’t move, didn’t speak… but her squeezing cunt told Ximena everything she needed to know about the depths of her slave’s surrender.

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