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Sounds perfect Wahhhh, I don’t wanna
foone
foone

"The themes of faith and forgiveness were worthy of a theologian. Are you sure there isn't something you'd like to tell us?"

Never shoot pool at a place called Pop's. Never eat food at a place called Mom's. The difference between horses and humans is that they're too smart to be on what *we'll* do.

And I have lost people. Too many people. Lost them to chance, violence, brutality beyond belief; I've seen all the senseless, ignoble acts of "god's noblest creature." And I am incapable of forgiving. My feelings are with G'Kar, hand sliced open, saying of the drops of blood flowing from that open wound, "How do you apologize to them?" "I can't." "Then I cannot forgive."

As an atheist, I believe that all life is unspeakably precious, because it's only here for a brief moment, a flare against the dark, and then it's gone forever. No afterlives, no second chances, no backsies. So there can be nothing crueler than the abuse, destruction or wanton taking of a life. It is a crime no less than burning the Mona Lisa, for there is always just one of each.

So I cannot forgive. Which makes the notion of writing a character who CAN forgive momentarily attractive...because it allows me to explore in great detail something of which I am utterly incapable. I cannot fly, so I would write of birds and starships and kites; I cannot play an instrument, so I would write of composers and dancers; and I cannot forgive, so I would write of priests and monks and minbari....

-- JMS, creator of Babylon 5, in the usenet/GEnie comments

foone
foone

the best thing you can do as an author is write a story that's entirely SFW and needs no content warnings and most readers don't think it's sexual or even romantic at all and within a couple days you see it reblogged by a NSFW blog, tagged "this is the hottest thing I've ever read"

it's a tricky note to hit, but it's worth it.

angrybiscuits

The best part about being kinky is taking completely mundane things and sexualising them in ways that vanillas havent even dreamed of.

foone

exactly. The platonic ideal of a kink is something that can be the most explicit pornography to someone with that kink, but to someone without the kink, it doesn't even register as sexual

cant relate but love the swag
craycraybluejay
evilvillain123456789

i woke up one afternoon to discover my body was transformed into that of a pig. though it was shocking, my family loved me despite this, and fed me lots of yummy slop. I lost pieces of my humanity with every day that passed, and I began to lose my sense of shame as well. This resulted in me often shitting where I stood, and blatantly going into erstrus when the time came. My parents, still believing me to be a real person, and not swine, were disgusted, and ashamed, and scolded me any time I "misbehaved". Until the day came along, one day, when my mother looked deep into my eyes and could not find a single trace of the human soul within them. I saw her turn around to the other room and heard her sobbing, though it elicited no response from me. Heartbroken, she had a conference with the rest of my family, and they decided to spare themselves the pain of having to look at me, and sell me to the Farmer as a meat pig. I went with him peacefully, aware of my fate, but not caring. The farmer did not know that I used to be human, so after I became fit to slaughter, maybe even substantially larger beyond that, he did so without ceremony. I was butchered as part of a special order, with my entire carcass shaved and washed, organs washed and placed back within, and sold to one man, who paid a hefty price. He brought me to his house after a long time spent in a, somewhat dingy ice chest in the back of his pickup truck, dragged inside, and cooked me in a large oven. My meat looked tender on the inside, yet was perfectly browned and crisp on the outside. Potatos and other starchy vegetables were cooked in the same pan, with a good amount of butter, as my body, the fat that was rendered and dripped off of me treating them well. When I was done cooking, instead of dressing me up, and putting me on a table, he put me and the cooking dish on the floor. This made me curious. I figured that he would be eating me, or a group of people, but thinking back on it, I heard no other humans than him this whole time, nor any footsteps. He whistled and called, and after some time an extremely large pig slowly slid itself along the floor into view. When it reached me, it didnt hesitate to begin eating as fast as it could. The man looked on. After about 15 minutes, the other pig had eaten all of me, even my bones, the vegetables, and drank all the remaining fluids from the pan, and my conscious had reawoken inside of its mind, all my memories intact, seeing things from its perspective, though I couldnt control its actions, and it's inner thoughts weren't aware of my presence. I felt my share of the pleasure that comes from eating ones own kind, and the pig sluggishly both in speed and manner made its way back to its pen, and fell asleep. I did too

delusiondyke
strangletwink

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oldguardleatherdog

I'm a survivor of the terror attacks who lived 4 blocks east of the World Trade Center. I lost my home that day, spent years homeless and destitute, and I carry a Zadroga Act diagnosis of 9/11-connected PTSD. If anyone who's doing this RP needs character coaching or if you need help with authentic scenarios, I'm available for consulting services at reasonable rates. DM me here or leave your number on the men's room wall at any leather bar and it'll get to me in 24 hours. Happy 9/11 y'all, and remember fireworks are unsafe and illegal in most jurisdictions.

cryptotheism
d1nosaurpower

One thing about researching world around you is that it becomes a bit friendlier once you know it better. If you see a random spider- you get scared. You see plants and consider them just weeds. You look at night sky and see a bunch of stars.

And then, you learn names.

Now, it is an orbweaver, and you consider them a friend. The greenery around is a laurel, or an alium, or osmanthus, and you know which of them to keep away from, and which of them are great herbs for tea. Now, you look up and see a whole parade of Venus, Ursa Major, or Orion. You now know their names, and, if you respect them- they become allies of yours.

malinoi
heavenslittlemachine

yknow, i used to be vers. a vers bottom, even. sure, i'd flip fuck every once in a while *crowd raucously cheers and claps* -- thank you, yeah, thanks -- but the catcher's mitt was my home turf, know what i mean ? that's where the magic happened. but nowadays -- now that, yknow, nobody wants to work anymore -- i happen to be a vers top. that's how the cookie crumbles, folks. i tried to take it slow, changed my grindr profile to Vers, but yknow what happens when you tell people, when you put it out there to, yknow, these puppygirls and catboys and all them, that you're versatile, you say you swing both ways, and all they hear is Top. they say there's a top shortage, right ? *crowd boos and sneers* that's right. so i don't even bother anymore. what they don't tell you, alright -- what they don't teach you these days is that it takes some real vulnerability to be the top. yeah, that's right. when you're a bottom, you think, yknow, this is as vulnerable as it gets, right? to have someone inside of me ? *crowd erupts with laughter* but through that same mechanism, the bottom experiences desire internally, that's the secret. and for the top, it's external-- the top has to extend desire, has to make desire known -- to reach out there, hands exposed to the void between hearts, and say: i want you *crowd gasps, shuffles nervously in their seats* and that's it, folks. that's all she wrote. tops- topping, from that precipice, is the endless enumeration of ways to want. and that's why nobody wants to do it anymore.

appendagecanine
c3rvida3

When they first started dating, my best friend's boyfriend was like, "I just kinda feel like you two are uncomfortably close sometimes. All of my friends agree that it's really weird, and I think we need to establish some boundaries."

And I sat him down and gave him this huge speech, like, "Listen, the ability to maintain intimate, long-lasting friendships is a sign that your partner is well-adjusted! It's a little worrying that you're feeling insecure about your partner having a healthy, normal friendship."

Only for her to walk in two seconds later and say, "This drink is disgusting, you have to try it," and, instead of offering me a sip, take a huge swig and spit it directly into my mouth from like three feet away.

autisticexpression

There's just so much going on here but I want to focus on the fact that this apparently happens so often that you saw her take a swig and instinctively opened your mouth for her to spit in it.

Who are you, OP? What is your life?