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I'm going feral over these half-smile-half-grimace frames combined with him gasping "I want to live"

Cara

Misture Autismo+TDAH+Crise de sexualidade+Pressão arterial baixa+Anemia+Pobreza+Arte+Fase de depressão(majoritariamente superada)+Fase de Iniciativas Suicidas(majoritariamente superada)+Leve mudez devido a uma lesão na garganta (cortesia de uma corda e uma iniciativa suicida)/Recorrência a mudez seletiva devido a traumas e então você me terá:

(translation)

Dude

Mix Autism+ADHD+Sexuality crisis+Low blood pressure+Anemia+Poverty+Art+Phase of depression(mostly completely overcome)+Phase of suicidal initiatives(mostly completely overcome)+Light muteness due to a throat injury (courtesy of a rope and a suicidal initiative)/Recurrence of selective muteness due to traumas and then you have me:

"It's okay, angel"

*sends audio*

"Fuck-"

"I forgot for a moment that I am mute"

"And I'm wearing headphones"

Welcome to own-mp5's late night rables (it's currently almost 2 am as I'm writing this)

> You know, I once mentioned to a friend about how I really do not want Frau Eva to exist in limbus, but the thing is it's not because of the whole "loving her" thing sinclair goes through, more so the illiteracy of the fanbase handling this plot-point if it ever happened, because people already cannot handle the fact that he's an adult in here but then having a character that sinclair claims to "love", even though he clearly loves the motherly affection given by her, something that he lost by growing up too soon. The entire book has him yearning for Demian every once in a while and it's so blaitantly obvious that if you'd read between the lines that he's supressing those thoughts and feelings (especially if you've read his dreams those were sure something) he's not beating the gay allegations is all I'm saying. But I'm sure some people will miss the mark on it and claim that his affection towards Frau Eva is romantic.

> On a related but also unrelated note I actually do not believe Frau Eva will be a character in game mainly because the whole worlds development and stuff feels way to disconnected for it to have her as a character, which now that I'm typing this out makes me think of the line in towsg sinclairs uptie story where Faust is described as a "mother bird" in a sense, which could alure that the people around him are the representation of that maternal love he craves. I wonder how limbus will handle the book from here on out because Kromers stuff was just barely 3 chapters....

Anyways all I'm saying is I do not want people to get the wrong idea orz

I think there’s something to be said about how depressing the presence of roach bud across all of gregor’s ids is: even when he has nothing to do with the smoke war, and his arm is implied to be lost under completely unrelated circumstances (such as in sous chef), he can’t shake the label of pest… his trauma is burned into his very being regardless of the choices he makes… it’s kind of saddening but at the same time his ability to move past that is commendable and honestly uplifting

back in MY day mr grizz told me to kill myself if i didnt bring in 100 golden eggs every single wave and if i failed at this task he beat me with a capsule full of gravel

[Part 1] Puppy Quirk Roomate College/Hero Intern AU minicomic

he’s got that previously neglected shelter dog rizz. he looks like he wants to quietly sit next to you on the couch while you watch TV

I'm back on my Clancy Brown bullshit

I'm thinking about Fritz again and JUST. Small orgasm denial thought. Just this pent up, stressed, craving thing who already feels a weight of both shame and relief just from having his cock in his hand, but then his thoughts wander to me, and he cannot hide the hitch of his breath as his cock jolts, the shame and want growing stronger.

His other hand covers his face as his pace on his cock grows, barely muffling the way he moans at the thought of my voice, of my hands being the ones to touch him…the hand on his face shifts to his mouth as he curls it into a fist, biting his knuckles after a particularly loud groan pours from his lips, but that barely manages to hide the whimpers that pour from him as he's fully pumping himself now, breath heavy as my name leaves him like a prayer--

His hand stops suddenly, stealing the air from his lungs as it firmly squeezes at the base of his cock. A hot sense of shame washes over him, hands shaking as he tries to brace himself to gather what little breath he can. Maybe he just barely manages to gather himself, drags himself to bed even as he can't quite quell the rapid thrum of his heartbeat, closing his eyes and feeling himself sink into a sense of want he's hesitating to fully let himself reach towards as his thoughts return to me.

me when the guilt coincides with the pent-up desire and as the guilt increase, so does the desire and need:

This is the blog that made me realize I have a hierophilia kink in some regard or another. I’m shaking you.

I need to be on my knees before a priest and press a kiss to his cock with the weight of worship before I take him in my mouth. I need him with one hand braced against the altar as if to ground himself, voice breathy yet heady as he breathes out prayers of forgiveness all the while I feel his free hand start to brush back my hair. I need him to lose himself in the haze of his lust and thrust into my mouth but catch himself near immediately, a hot sense of guilt bleeding into the rush of pleasure that only grows when he feels how I moan against him, I need him to barely bite back the moan that comes to him as he lifts his hand from the altar to press his palm to his lips.

I need to make a priest struggle in real time to contain his deepest desires as i kiss the tip of his cock. I need him to hold my head with one hand and a rosary against his face with the other. I need-

me: I have GOT to get weirder!

also me when I do get weirder: *visibly shaking* I'm going to be killed with hammers by everyone for being a freak.

Red Robin (2009) #25

This is actually the reason you two are siblings WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU