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who up blurring the lines between shameful fascination and perverse desire

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im really into romantic friendships, but specifically ones where the lines are already so blurred & yet the concept of romance hangs like a guillotine over both heads

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💉 Frankenstein 🔩

By Zig

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little miss awful body temperature regulation is taking his hoodie off again

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Torturing racist suburban adults who are terrified of "the city" by making them watch 40 hours of footage of little school children taking public transport to school on their own every day

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touch-starvation needs to be written with emphasis on the starving part. you are hungry to be touched. so hungry that even the very taste of it makes you nauseous. it has been long since anything has ever touched you, ever fed you - that your body has grown more used to that gnawing emptiness more than anything else. it's better for you to be held, to eat but it makes you sick to try. you know

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hand in unlovable hand

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Last Six Sentences

Write the last six sentences you wrote and tag your mutuals to do the same! Tagged by @nyhne

Unfortunately, I am writing Homestuck darkfic and these six sentences are probably very weird to read out of context lmao

“Last night–" you start, but your voice falters as Sollux’s gaze bores into you. Part of you wants to unload, wants to tell Sollux exactly what you saw, but something about opening your mouth in the light of day and acknowledging last night – confessing that you stood there and watched through the crack in Eridan’s door as Cronus handled him like a possession, admitting that Cronus’s words had managed to worm themselves under your skin in a way that makes you feel somehow tainted – causes the explanation to die in your throat. “Last night?” Sollux asks, gaze sharpening. When you don’t answer right away, his posture shifts, a predatory sort of focus taking hold as he leans forward, eyes locked on yours. “It wasn’t just the tattoo that got you all rattled, was it?” he probes again, his tone shifting into something icy, almost accusatory. “There was something else.”

I have absolutely no idea which of my mutuals still write fanfic so I won't put anyone on the spot by tagging them

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it's always bad for adults to interact with minors, which is why when I was born my mother was positioned at the window and I was birthed down a giant slip n slide that safely transported me to the hospital grounds, where I was quickly accepted and raised by a gang of feral babies who were born under similar circumstances. and that's why my posts are so bad

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pov you’re on tumblr for halloween:

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mutuals, non-mutuals, ops of years old posts, you can all catch these paws

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Reblog if your blog is boopable-safe so you can get all the (probably new) achievements. I don’t care about notes I just want boops

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I call upon the fan fic writing gods to bless you with the perseverance to finish one of your unfinished drafts. 

May your fingers dance along the letters upon your device with ease, may the devil of distraction stay far from you, and may your work not need much editing.

I pass this blessing upon every fan fic writer out there.