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i am a PET

i should NOT have to work

all i should have to do is sit n be pretty

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Stupid obedient puppies to the front, please. Calling all stupid obedient puppies, to the front of the room, thank you... Very good! Good puppy!! Such a good little puppy. Now, sit... Good! You listen so good, don't you? Roll over? Very good, puppy. Now, present! That's right, for everyone to see. You're a stupid doggy though, so it shouldn't bother you, right? That's right, very good, such a good little puppy. Let's get started!

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Well, fuck me sideways. Connections have been made.

My girlfriend has this specific gesture she does sometimes, a very particular way of turning her wrist around and locking her fingers in one specific grip. Fast or slow, the angle of her wrist and the rhythm of the movement are always exactly the same, and at this point I've learned to recognize the motion well enough that she could do it with her back towards me and I know she's doing it.

The first time I saw her do it I thought she was putting something into her pocket, but once I noticed her making it more often I started making connections. I saw her doing it unconsciously when some situation in the house is getting tense - not during the casual sparring arguments with my other housemates, but the serious fights where shit is about to actually get fucking real - and I figured that it's a nervous thing, she doesn't like where this is going and it's scaring her. So that became my cue that it's time to back down.

I don't know when she noticed that I noticed her doing it. We've never talked about it, but at some point she started doing it on purpose, as her way of telling me that I should stop causing problems. Rotating her hand slowly means she's seeing a problem brewing and it's better that I watch myself before I start escalating it, and a quick flick and snap means whatever I was just about to say or do, I should cut that shit out right this fucking second. It works for some reason, so I've respected that.

My girlfriend does some volunteering favors for the neighbors here sometimes. Today she asked if I wanted to come along to walk this one old couple's dog, and I was feeling up for it so I went along. My father was terrified of dogs so I'm not familiar with them, but her family has always had them.

So we were walking, talking about something else, enjoying the nice weather for once, when my girlfriend saw another dog walker approaching. I didn't notice anything out of the ordinary, but the other dog walker started pulling the dog back with this roller leash thing whatever the fuck they're called. And then the old couples' dog started growling.

With the familiarity of someone who's been handling dogs all her life my girlfriend grabbed the little fucker's leash, wrapping it around the width of her palm and gripping it to pull the dog closer a second before it could bolt to attack. A move she's probably done countless times in her life, that she could do in her sleep, by instinct, without ever even thinking about it. A gesture I've learned to fucking spot from across the room from the corner of my eye. That exact same fucking twirl and grip. I have no idea if she noticed me noticing it or making the connection.

She's fucking learned to pull my fucking leash back when I'm about to start shit.

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"You'd look cute in a collar" okay I'm handing you the leash and sitting at your feet waiting for a command

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Spin this wheel to find out what you're fate would be if you were a female character in Zeta Gundam!

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Fun fact, while writing Zeta Gundam, Tomino was actually paid extra per female character he killed off.

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I'm so sick of media that will make a character that is abused and constantly under someone's thumb, forced to act like a person they're not, until someone comes along and offers a way out, and then, rhe moment they have hope or a second of happiness, they're killed off.

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If Zeta Gundam has a million haters, then I am one of them. If Zeta Gundam has 10 haters, then I am one of them. If Zeta Gundam has only one hater, then it is me. If Zeta Gundam has no haters, then that means I am no longer on earth. If the world is for Zeta Gundam, then I am against the world.

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Zeta Gundam wants sooo badly to convince it's viewers that Four's death is the same as Lalah's and it's not (no matter how much Amuro and Quatro say it is). Lalah died because Amuro couldn't let go of his desire for revenge on Char, Lalah in the middle of two characters that care about her and hate each other.

Four dies because the most annoying loser on the show (whos name i havent bothered to remember), who has no connection to Four is obsessed with revenge on Kamille.

Lalah's death had a message about how war leads people to destroy even those things they love. Four's death doesn't have a message. It wants to have a message. But it's just trash character motivation for Kamille because his "rival" is an uninteresting loser.

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Couldn't give her another four episodes? Just two this time? Great thanks.

Me for 50% of zeta gundam: "imagine if Four Murasame was a character."

Four Murasame is brought back

"Wow, Four Murasame is a char- imagine if Four Murasame was a character."

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Me for 50% of zeta gundam: "imagine if Four Murasame was a character."

Four Murasame is brought back

"Wow, Four Murasame is a char- imagine if Four Murasame was a character."

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Zeta gundam, a show where Yoshiyuki Tomino dared to ask, "What if, instead of not writing women, I write them to kill them off two episodes later?"

Zeta gundam writers will really look at an interesting female character and say "are you going to fridge that?" and then kill her off before anyone responds.

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"Wow, gundam '79 was actually really good. I do wish it had more women though."

Monkey's paw finger curls

Zeta gundam writers will really look at an interesting female character and say "are you going to fridge that?" and then kill her off before anyone responds.

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Zeta gundam writers will really look at an interesting female character and say "are you going to fridge that?" and then kill her off before anyone responds.

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the second she steps into the bedroom, you know. the game didn’t go well. she’s still in her oversized jersey, hair a little messy from running her hands through it, frustration written all over her face. But when she looks at you- dolled up in your little nightgown, legs tucked under you, book in your hands, waiting so pretty- something shifts.

she exhales, slow. bows over, runs a hand down your thigh, eyes dark. “princess,” she murmurs, voice thick. “can I use you?”

your stomach flips. you know what she means.

you bite your lip and meet her gaze with blown out eyes. “please,” you whisper, setting your book aside. “want you to, baby.”

that’s all it takes.

she groans, hauling you onto her lap, kissing you deep and messy. “always so fucking perfect for me,” she mutters, hands sliding under your nightgown, palming at your tits. „sitting here all dolled up, just waiting for me to take you apart, hmh?”

you nod,A whining into her mouth as she pulls you closer, making you grind against her. “knew you’d come,” you say breathlessly. “always do.”

“yeah? ‘cause you’re my good little bunny,” she breaths out, flips you onto your back, yanking your panties down. “all mine.”

and then she’s on her knees, dragging you to the edge of the bed, shoving your thighs apart.

“christ, baby,” she groans, eyes locked on you. “so wet already. so warm.” she presses a kiss to your inner thigh, then another, another, breathing you in. “tastes so fucking good,” she murmurs before licking you up, slow and deep, groaning at the way you twitch under her tongue.

you whimper, hands tangling in her short hair, tugging her closer. she lets you, lets you guide her, moaning into you like the frustration made her starve for forever.

“fuck, princess,” she mutters against you, voice wrecked. “always so fucking sweet for me. letting me do whatever I want, letting me use you.”

“’m‘ yours,” you gasp, back arching. “all yours.” she groans, fingers sliding into you, pushing deep. “yeah, baby? gonna let me fuck you stupid?” you nod frantically, moaning as she curls her fingers, fucking into you hard, deep, the stretch making your eyes roll back. “oh my god- fuck- ” “that’s it, bunny,” she purrs, kissing your clit between words. “so good. so fucking good. so loose, taking me so well- ”

you sob, clenching around her fingers, legs shaking. she just laughs, breath hot against you. “needy little thing,” she murmurs. “can’t get enough, huh?”

and then she’s pulling back, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, eyes heavy-lidded as she climbs back on top of you.

“turn over, baby,” she murmurs, voice still thick with lust. “wanna take care of my pretty little wife.”

you whimper but obey, shivering as she presses kisses down your spine, dragging her strap between your slick folds. “gonna fuck you nice and deep, princess,” she whispers, lining up. “make you cum all over my cock. fill you up so good.” and then she’s sinking in, groaning at the way you squeeze around her, praising you the whole time- telling you how perfect you are, how beautiful, how you’re her best girl, her sweet little wife, her princess, her bunny.

and when it’s over, when you’re boneless and breathless, thighs shaking. she presses kisses all over your face, tucking you into her arms. “did so good for me, baby,” she murmured, stroking your hair. “so perfect.” you hum, nuzzling into her chest. “you’re not mad about the game anymore, right?” she laughs, squeezing you close. “nah,” she says, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “my princess always makes me feel better.”