I Know It's The Smell Of Festering Carrion That Draws Them And Not Death Itself, But I Think It'd Be

“Omg gen Z’s attention spans are so bad” have you ever tried getting a full sentence out towards a boomer. have you ever tried having a conversation with one while their phone is nearby

The best thing that has ever happened for my social anxiety is losing all respect for authority and assuming everyone is my best friend unless stated otherwise

My path was called “The Splinter”. For every ounce of truth I found, ten ounces of reason were lost.

girl help my disability is disabling me

He wants me to fuck him through the hole in his hazmat suit so bad but lowkey it isnt even him in there anymore

drinking is about getting a little silly. it’s also about getting that primal feeling deep in your pelvis that you need to be fucked or you’re gonna die

Casting, adding rancid vibes to this, praying (blasphemously) on rich boy’s downfall

Reblog to make him lose another 200 billion, like to make him lose 1 billion

A character concept that I'm actually surprised I haven't seen more, now that I think about it:

A character with a tragic past who's beautiful in an unthreatening, pitiful sort of way, who goes "wait hold on, people think I'm cute?" and immediately goes drunk with power. Having a whole villain arc getting corrupted by the power of being just so tragic and pathetic that people can't be mad at them. Someone who's been accustomed to always being the one who's blamed and punished no matter whose fault the problem was suddenly discovering that actually they could get away with murder by being so big-eyed and sad.

And once they figure out that they can just Poor Little Meow Meow their way out of anything, they do. Going from being genuinely skittish and timid into pretending to do so merely as an act, manipulating the shit out of everyone and avoiding all suspicion because Look How Sad And Wet And Pathetic I Am, of course they couldn't do any harm to anyone ever.

And if one person finally does see right through that act and puts puzzle pieces together of how there's been just too many suspicious coincidences and accidents that only one person would actually benefit from, they confront the Tragic Little Act directly, one-to-one, to say "I'm fucking onto you and your shit"

And suddenly they completely snap out of their timid, pathetic presentation to give a big, wide, sickening smile like "no-one's ever going to believe you."

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