Carpenter's Delight

I cannot stress to you enough how much I need to be a prize. Am I being clear. You can rape me, snuff me, beat me. Hypnotize me, brainwash me, mindwipe me, anything. But it needs to be special. You need to feel proud of it, because it was me. There has to be something you like about me. Maybe you think I'm hot. Maybe you like my writing, or think I'm kind, or smart. And whatever you do has to be claiming ownership of that. Maybe you ruin my looks for everyone but yourself. Maybe you keep me away from everyone, so my kindness is just for you. But no matter what it is, it has to be made special for you. Because its me.

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rope and photos by me (except as noted) models:  K, @tardiscunttreasures​, @camdamage​, @ropebaby​, jewelryandfire

external image sources:  upper limb nerves, Nerve Innervation Diagram (by Frozen Meursault), lower limb nerves

Remember earlier this year when Boeing very clearly had a whistleblower executed? And law enforcement didn't even look for anyone or release any info about it or anything?

People keep comparing Luigi Mangione's case to the subway murderer who got off because of systemic eugenics, but I think there's something more apt about the fact that a CEO had someone executed in recent memory, with zero attempts to find a culprit, while they spared no expense at all to find (and probably frame, it's beginning to look like) someone who shot a CEO. It's always fine to slaughter if you're rich, but if you kill the rich, they will hunt you down.

Manifesting 🙏

you have to appreciate my flat fucking tits while I'm at work... you have to...

she's a rave dawg

you know that trans girl who you think is really cool? the one you think is cute and funny and insightful? ask her out. you have to ask her out. please. she needs this.