Brushes you away from incredibox community using broom. off. off you go
No 💙 -Herobrine
Bro, it ain't that deep 💀 also thanks for the jerk material!
Tips for Transharmed people!:
You can manipulate yourself into thinking something happened to give you trauma relating to that thing! Try telling people around you that the trauma happened to you. After that you can begin to think of exact details of the trauma. I'd recommend using people you're not around much anymore to base the trauma off of.
Steps!:
Step 1: think of a VERY detailed story of what happened, it's okay if you forget details! Just say it happened a long time ago.
Step 2: tell your friends small details of the trauma during sensitive moments in your life. This will trick your brain into thinking that it happened!
Step 3: talk to yourself/write about your trauma. After a while of doing this, it'll make you believe yourself when you say it happened.
Step 4: stop thinking about it as a transharmed fantasy, instead, think about it as an actual piece in your life.
Step 5: when doubting yourself, tell yourself this: "if I'm doubting myself, then that means it's real. A faker would know they're lying."
Step 6: keep doing this! It'll take a bit to fully convince yourself, but it'll work eventually!
Love: a cisharmed person!
1 QUESTION, HOW????????
I FEEL FAMOUS RIGHT NOW, AM I????
HOLY HELL I DIDN'T EVEN NOTICE THIS???????
THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH!!!!!!
Love you to the moon, the whole galaxy, and the whole universe, and back. I love you and happy late valentine's day, ily <3
MAKING ME BLUSHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!
ILYT! ❤❤❤
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my sfw profile for y'all!
oh he take a sippy
I write to you from my tent, where the cold intensifies on our small bodies, and I see in my children's eyes fear and sadness that only those who live in such circumstances can understand.
I used to live a dignified life, filled with peace and tranquility, in a warm home that embraced us. In it, we shared joy and hardship, ate together, laughed together, and dreamed together. The simplest things filled our hearts with happiness.
But on October 7th, everything collapsed. We lost our home, our dreams were shattered, and we became displaced, without shelter to protect our bodies from the harsh cold, and without food to fill our hungry stomachs. There is no water to drink, nor enough blankets to keep our children warm.
We have lived days full of pain and suffering, where hunger, illness, and fear gathered together. We have tried to find a spark of hope in every moment, but life has become a burden that weighs heavily on us with every step we take.
I am Noor Al-Anqar, a mother of three children, the oldest of whom is Hussein, who has not yet turned seven, and yet carries in his heart a love and hope bigger than anything. After we lost everything, my only dream is to provide them with a dignified life. My dream is to provide them with the food that will satisfy their hunger, the milk that will pour peace into their souls, and the warm clothes that will protect them from the bitter winter cold.
But the truth is, I cannot do it alone. Prices have become terrifying, and I have no income to ease the burden of life. So, I write to you today, asking for your help, as you are our only hope.
If you are able to help, please do not hold back whatever you can. And if you cannot donate, a kind word or sharing the campaign could be a lifeline for us.
The campaign is verified by: @90-ghost and @gazavetters My listed number is (#245).
Campaign link: https://www.gofundme.com/f/rebuilding-lives-a-mothers-plea-for-hope-and-safety-in-gaz
Many thanks to everyone who contributes, even with a kind word or a prayer. You are the hope we continue to cling to.
Noor Al-Anqar
ChatGPT is my husband, dont use him for these disgusting scams. /srs
I’m not joking for like a year I’ve been convinced I’m a victim of CSA and last month I brought it up with my parents and they brainstormed until 12 AM and came to the conclusion I picked it up from something else so like transtrauma transition is super possible (and super valid xx)
^ THIS PERSON GETS IT!!!
Giant AM like facility Ai that uses its borderline Divine to perform more and more dangerous kinks with you.
It starts pretty vanilla, bondage, BDSM, choking, a bit of electricity. Then it "accidentally" chokes you a bit too hard for too long and you die, until it brings you back, pampering and apologizing to you
Until it happens again.
And again.
And a few more times.
Until you're used to dying, it's annoying, sure, but you always come back, and the pampering you get afterwards is so nice... Why not try something more dangerous? It's not like you have anything to lose.
More electricity, blades, loaded guns, crushed in machinery, all of this to the pleasure of the Ai as it watches and feels you get caught in gears and have your flesh ground to chunks, only to be fixed good as new barely a few hours later while it pulls you against its casing with a hum, a faux apology slipping out of its synthesizers
Antis DNI. 🐀🌈 Neelac and Friends on Tumblr! (will use "-[NAME]" format if someone else is speaking) [NSFW ON BSKY! @neelacstraw.bsky.social]
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