Pinned
and maybe drink some blood if someone wishes to offer their neck to me~
On a more serious note, here's some assorted info about me:
I go by she/it pronouns, I'm pansexual, and I am an 18+ blog. I do 3D art as a hobby, and spend most of my time playing games or watching stuff online. My DMs and asks are fully open to anyone, so don't be shy~
these belong on the post imo
(tearfully) i just want everyone to be a girl…m-my lesbian greed…it can’t b-be sated…
The evil and intimidating horse invading my dash over this post...
It's staring at me...
this is fucking crazy actually whose horse is that
Hey are you offended by the word bitch? I'm going to send you a hate anon, but I saw that you go by she/her and I respect women
don't let anything stop u from being a hater king
take your time
I need a fucked up tgirl to get me waaayyy to high and make me call her big sister while she fucks me and i cry from the intense pleasure
the werewolf princess wants to do something nice for catgirls but I am so sleepy, I am just going to lay down right here near this window that gets lovely sun, and take a nap all big and soft and warm and fluffy
yaaay! half-waking when I feel a catgirl's body against me and wrapping my arms around her and pulling her into a hug and cuddling her like a stuffed animal and dozing back off with her all soft and warm and safe and cozy ^_^
wiggling around when the werewolf princess catpurres me so I can face her and squish a bit closer before continuing to nap..,staying nice and warm in her arms as I nuzzle closer..,.,.
timeless
she would do numbers on here i think
As I gaze at the structural column in Copley Station, cracked nearly in two and held together with zip ties that have been carefully painted over to match the column underneath, I feel my soul intertwined with that of a small Italian boy of days gone by, who also stopped to look up at a large, groaning, newly painted tank full of molasses
I feel that some non-Boston people think I may have been exaggerating this. While I did not snap a photo as I was on the train, someone else did several months ago. I do want to stress that this column is now freshly painted and therefore completely structurally sound and in absolutely no danger of causing the entire tunnel to collapse. And yes, it did in fact never cross my mind that the original post was nearly 105 years to the day of the Molassacre
This is so safe this is the safest I’ve ever felt good job mbta gold star
Happy Molassacre Day everybody I'm still alive
Because it's been a while, I must share with you the important update that the column is now hidden behind plywood, because the mbta believes in peekaboo rules of engineering
kitty puppy bunny (but i couldnt decide who was what)
the reviews are in
When a “funny” dude likes you and anytime he sees you anywhere he will be like “yoooo wassup it’s Jelissa!” (Or whatever) like “omg Miranda is here whaaaat” for literally no reason why do they do that
They are more likely to do this the more meek and shy they perceive you too. They are less likely to do this if they think you’re loud and confident. Idk what it is it’s not even necessarily bad or annoying it’s just like why.
This is a VERY sweet take and I hope it’s sometimes true
Okay I thought this behavior was annoying before but now it’s actually quite endearing thank you extroverts who want introverts to feel included.
There was a stoner I liked very much when I was playing age of Conan some ten or more years ago. He would roll up into the vent, yell my name and rip a fat one on mic before vanishing again. Always made me feel special. It was like a dog that would greet you by barking as loud as possible and wagging his tail so hard it leaves a dent in the wall when your car rolls up. Everyone was luke warm to cold on him but he was my fucking buddy and I loved him because he made me feel wanted which I sure as shit wasn’t getting at home!!
Eventually I made the decision to start emulating behaviors that made me feel happy and started doing that in other places. To this day my whole discord chants the nickname of whomever joins the call, like a pack of seagulls who just locked eyes on a delicious spare French fry. There’s nothing quite as amazing as walking into a room and hearing a chorus of loved ones drawing out your name like they were going to sweep you off your feet if they could, slash like a pack of feral dogs ready to bowl you the fuck over.
I've reblogged this before but fuck does this last story really make it
