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The way you change your immediate reactions to things is that you catch yourself having an uncharitable/bigoted/overly judgmental thought and you catch it and replace it and then you do that a hundred times a day for your whole life and eventually one day like five years later you realize that you think differently now and you’ll always be working on something but that’s how life goes and that’s fine.

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Voluptuous girl cock.

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why is logan paul boxing wasn’t he filming dead bodies like just the other day??

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making chorizo hash brown breakfast tacos with fried farm eggs fresh salsa and cotija for brunch just in case you've forgotten how bad you wanna fuck me in the last 24 hours

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*goes up to a polyamorous triad* so which one of you unspools the thread of fate, which one measures it, and which one cuts it?

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are you taking part in no nut november

In this current climate?! Are you fucking insane? The dopamine i'm receiving from ringing the devils doorbell is the only thing stopping my mental health from collapsing into itself like the house at the end of the film Poltergeist. Let's not be silly, anon.

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Consent

An HDG microfic. CW: non-con, systemic non-con, sexy psychological horror

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"So explain this concept to me, as clearly as you can, through the Terran lens. It seems terribly important to you."

You pause, gazing up at the bemused plant in front of you. She seems to be giggling, as though something you said was particularly funny. But if she wants to know, you might as well explain. It couldn't hurt, right? "So basically, consent is a model of interaction wherein you make sure that your partner wants the things you want to do to them, which is a way of ensuring that you don't violate their boundaries or touch them in ways they don't want." It doesn't seem like an unreasonable ask.

Her gorgeous laughter pins you in place. "Darling, I don't think that's going to work for me. First of all, let's start with the obvious: every time I've touched you in the last 20 minutes, you've been absolutely overjoyed by it, but have pretended to dislike it. Yes, I can tell you're pretending. Terrans are so easy to read, even if you don't have access to their Internet search history. You don't get to lie to me, petal."

She loomed over you, eyes bearing down into yours. "But even if I were to validate your delusions and only touch you in ways you personally agreed you wanted to be touched... Well, let me show you a fun trick."

Her eyes bored into you, and then she spoke, in a quiet, oddly dissonant voice. "Do you want me to wrap you in my vines and fuck you until you're an incoherent mess, right here in this cafe?"

You recoiled slightly from the idea. "No, I don't want that," you murmur, slightly shocked at the implication.

She smiled a broad smile, and you couldn't help but smile back. Something about it just felt warm and right. "And that's not a lie! You would probably genuinely be uncomfortable with that. And I can respect that. For now. But... Darling..."

She shook her hair, long flowing vines and flowers uncurling and reframing her face, and you couldn't help but be stunned by the face in front of you. She was so beautiful.

Her voice shifted, the dissonant tones reforming into what felt like an impossible harmony. "I want to fuck you, right here in this cafe, in front of everyone. Do you want to let me do that?"

A feeling of expectation pulsed through you. Intellectually, you knew, on some level, that you did not, in fact, want to let her do that. And yet, the way she asked was so kind, and she was being so nice to you, and besides, you'd probably love how it feels... You feel yourself nodding, getting ready to agree. It would be fun...

"It turns out that what you want is quite a malleable thing."

It takes but a moment of the resonance returning to dissonance before you realize that those thoughts weren't yours. You gaze up at her, eyes widening.

"Ah. There's that look. That realization. That understanding of the lesson I want you to learn. Good job, petal."

You whimper softly as the praise seems to bypass your ears entirely, curling around your gut and suffusing it with warmth. "I... Thought you said you wouldn't drug me without asking," you say, fighting against the instincts that tell you to just enjoy the praise.

"Oh, I didn't. I appreciate your trust, little one, and if part of retaining that trust is to only drug you when I have your... Consent, well, that's easy." She leans forward across the table, staring at you, a hungry look in her beautiful eyes. You can't help but follow the swirling patterns as she continues.

"I have done nothing but ask you for something I want. This is confusing, I bet you'd understand it better if you were pumped full of my drugs whenever I wanted you to be. That sounds nice, right? Just letting your good friend worry about when and how you take mind-altering substances?"

You nod, somewhat distracted by the pattern in her eyes. Whatever she's saying doesn't seem important by comparison to that flickering pattern that has taken up all your focus.

She blinks, and you realize suddenly what you agreed to as a syringe-tipped flower slowly comes into view. You backpedal, desperately. "Wait, no, hang on, I don't want that!"

She smiles a toothy grin at you. "You wanted it a few moments ago. Just like, a few moments ago, you wanted me to break you, right here in this cafe. You're very lucky you're speaking to someone who understands Terrans better than most - and doubly lucky that my vines are already quite full of all the cuties I'm currently taking care of, because all the understanding in the world won't help you."

A vine wiggled at you, as if waiting for permission to pat your head, and once again, that strange prompting feeling came. You couldn't think of a good reason why you wouldn't want to say yes to it.

"Your conception of consent, little one, is fundamentally broken here, on many levels. For me to respect your consent, I'd have to believe that your preferences are earnest (unlikely), and that your preferences are, in some way, stable. That you won't recoil in horror from the idea one moment, then beg me for it the next. And frankly, the Terran mental state is so fragile, so moldable, so easily influenced... How am I to know that your preferences are your own? How am I to tell the difference between a preference you hold, and a whim that I can easily overcome if I think it'd be good for you?"

She paused for a moment, then smirked. "Consent is a concept that makes sense between equals, petal. And we are not equals. We never could be equals. This is not an earnest conversation between two intellectual equals; this is more akin to you trying to explain to your dog the reality of its situation. The fact the dog would rather run around the yard isn't going to change what happens."

She straightened herself up, and stared at you. You couldn't help but swallow hard at the hunger in her eyes. "In fact, a little demonstration is in order. No drugs. Just me. And you. And your most firmly held beliefs. You've been independent for several years now, and every indication I've found tells me you guard that status jealously. I won't do anything to you, I'm just going to ask a simple question. And you're going to see how much good your consent, and your firmly held convictions, are in the face of an affini who wants something."

She looms over you. Part of you wants to flee, but it feels impolite. This is your friend, she wouldn't hurt you. She'd never done so before.

Her core thrums. Her vines sway. Her eyes sparkle. "If I told you I wanted to make you my Floret, would you beg me for it?"

And in that moment, with the buzzing of her rhythms in your ear, and her beauty overwhelming your vision, you cannot help but say, "Yes, Mistress."

A sudden snap, a sudden shift, and the buzzing vanishes. Your mind suddenly puts together what just happened, and you feel sweat running down your back. You had just asked an affini to be their pet. Of your own volition, without any drugs. Why did you do that? It felt like the right thing to do at the time...

She smiles down at you, presence much less all-encompassing. "You are very lucky I'm not looking for more pets right now, because that... Stars, let's just say my florets will write you a thank you note after I'm done with them tonight."

She giggles, and you feel the tension shift from the room. You won't be domesticated today. Your friend truly does value your friendship as an independent. But the dread doesn't leave you. If your preferences truly were that easy to shift... What could possibly save you?

She grins at you, and you feel the answer slide into your head. Nothing. Nothing could save you. You never stood a chance. Your desire for independence could be taken from you in a matter of seconds by any affini sufficiently interested. And you'd thank them for it.

"Good, I feel like you've learned that lesson. I do so enjoy our lunch dates! See you next week?"

You pause, trying to remember last week's lunch date, but a soft pressure in your mind stops you from worrying about it. It's nothing. Your memory is just a little hazy. You smile, and nod, and agree. "See you next week!"

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so ur at the party right and there’s this girl in the corner with another girl on a leash with the puppy ears on standard stuff and u start talking to her and she introduces the girl on the leash and says “this is my little puppy, Emily. say hi Emily” and the leash girl does a little bark at u and u say “oh that’s nice” and ur looking for a way to avoid the awkward silence during a 4 second period that feels like a half hour so u ask “does she know any tricks?” so the girl says “come on girl, show ‘em” and the puppy girl gets up pulls out a skateboard and starts doing the sickest kick flips u ever saw

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there are two competing sects on this website - one that uses the word "spicy" to mean "neurodivergent" and one that uses the word "spicy" to mean "sexual content." i do not like either of them

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i'm really sad right now, does anyone have that post about the 4chan forcefem bridget tulpa?

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Not my usual fandom posting but I couldn’t help it

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College Era Relativity Falls FT. some Dipcifica ^^

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Being hugged by another tgirl and being told that everything is gonna be okay would fix me. Being acknowledged would fix me. Being seen would fix me. Please someone see me.

Hot sweaty frotting wouldn't hurt but I need the other stuff first.

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thinking about the time they sent me a seven year old autistic patient to investigate if he was suffering abuse because in every psychological test he kept drawing awful monsters

and I start the consultation already miserable as fuck and I give the kid some pen and paper so I can maybe communicate and see what's on his mind

and then I go WAIT A GODDAMN SECOND I KNOW THOSE MONSTERS

turns out the kid just had a special interest in Five Nights at Freddy's