#k posting

[gooddyke4men]

Lesbianism is just a performance for men. Meant to get them hard and tease them until they finally fuck us straight and make us the man worshipping sex objects girls are meant to be <3

[nativesaiki]

need them to fail the bechdel test together

[ghost-kanade]

Ena finds herself in the Empty Sekai. The last time she was here, she... They both...

She never wanted to be here again. But yet, here she is. After yet another argument with her dad.

...Mizuki probably died too. If not here, then. Sometime soon after. I haven't seen her since...

Ena soon slumps against a steel beam. Unaware of her surroundings.

@sole-survivor-ena

The air around Ena would soon grow cold.....Colder than the Sekai would normally be.... In the distance , right above the very river where it happened , a ghostly figure that looks eerily similar to your former friend would rise above "Ena....."

[k-nightcord-25]

...This is never going to get easier- is it-?

...Hello, Kanade.

-@kanadad-official

….Dad?…

What…are you doing here?

[pluralismajestatis]

Potentially crossposted content.

I admit nothing, but -

had our first session with a new therapist yesterday.

She's studying to specialise in trauma/dissociation, so I'm probably one of the first of these patients she's treating as a specialist. My first impression of her is that I love her and the way she goes on about her job, it feels really natural and like I'm really being heard and listened to, which... was really lacking in the latter part of my previous therapy attempt when my therapist ran out of juices due to personal reasons.

We ran a bit overtime on our session, which I honestly found adorable, like, wow, she seems to enjoy chatting with me enough to let it run past the allocated time slot? Awesome.

It's really scary, though, in a lot ways, because this is the first time I'm doing proper face to face therapy in general, though I've spent years and years in outpatient treatment it's just not really the same, the general feel of setting up a therapy relationship that might last for a decade+ is totally different and exactly what I really need after going 20 years with my contact constantly swapping out at the one or two year mark, which has been... destabilising, to say the least.

She was also really interested in my presentation, which was interesting to me, because I don't really get to hear how other people (especially professionals) observe me in general. Though I was explicitly bringing forwards some observations about myself, she was noting other things that were escaping me or that I didn't see as abnormal, and connecting dots between different things I was bringing up that in my mind were unrelated to dissociation but were related from her perspective. Apparently sitting beside myself observing my reactions and behaviour is a dissociative symptom, lol. It's just what I do - I'm constantly aware of how I'm behaving, what symptoms I'm presenting, like a scientist with a notebook observing animal behaviour in different settings. Like yeah that sounds dissociative, but I thought it was more like... I'm just trained to do this. I guess it would show differently if I wasn't entirely spaced out from my own head all of the time?

Similarly, I noticed really interesting things about myself during the session, like that my body language and behaviour were extremely anxious with rapid speech and lots of fidgeting, and felt teary on multiple occasions physically, but I didn't actually feel shit internally and talking about my life or trauma or anything never affects me mentally in any capacity, I bring it up like it's the weather. I apparently also always start stuttering and stammering and using a lot of qualifiers and filler words when I start talking about dissociation and particularly the system/parts because I just cannot hold a thought together and my sentences vanish from my head midway through, which upon reflecting with my most disclosure-critical protector seems to be a new behaviour to restrict the amount of information I can "babble" out so it doesn't injure the system overall. (We still have no clue how any of this happens, nobody's consciously controlling it, but at least we can observe.) When we first started exploring the dissociative symptoms, I often got reprimanded by and in trouble with this protector because I was telling too much and he felt that it was profoundly unsafe and unwise, but when I checked with him after this appointment, he just told me I'm okay and getting on my case about it didn't help either way because I'm too timid and easily harmed by conflict, so the "blocking" of disclosure works better than dialogue. Lol? I guess.

Also chose the approach of not really bringing my diagnoses into the therapy just yet, because it honestly doesn't matter what they are, I'm there to treat my actual issues, not labels. So while I'm diagnosed with DID, we seemed to be in agreement with the therapist that not strictly focusing on that but rather observing what's generally going on right now is the most important part. She's very respectful and accepting of my own reporting of my identity and experience, so I never felt the need to be pushing specifics with her as long as we're focusing on the right things and communicating openly - I thought I'd be more protective of these "labels", because I've always had to fight to have my actual experiences recognised and listened to, from the most basic things like depression and anxiety upwards, but it just never felt necessary here. She was already pointing out multiple dissociative symptoms in how I was presenting to her, besides the parts that I'd disclosed, and I feel like that's exactly the right approach to be taking for now. Just mapping out what's actually happening versus what's been labeled beforehand, particularly because my goddamn history with mental health care is so patchy and nobody's really ever taken the time of day to figure it all out. She's also very caution first in her approach, careful not to push into territories that are unsafe and putting the breaks on me with constant checks on if I'm okay talking about this topic or if I'm feeling resistance internally on talking about it, etc., which felt really safe.

Anyway. Yep. Had a good time.

[mroddmod]

the queen of the disco or whatever

[roxxokore]

Every once in a while. Someone figures out what's going on in my life. And they try to "save" me. I don't know how to tell him that there's no saving me. This is my life now and forever. And if they somehow did "save" me they'll end up in the same cycle.

"We'll get married I promise, and I'll get you some help." I want that so bad. I'd love to get married. But marriage is eternity for me. And I don't believe that anyone who says they wanna marry me, truly understands the implications of that. I don't think anyone will ever love me so much that's they'd be willing to put up with me forever. I know what I am, and I wouldn't wish the burden of that on anyone. Much less someone who somehow, for some reason. Loved me unconditionally

Still. It's nice to dream. Maybe one day. I could have gotten married. And I'd fulfil my role of loving like a dog

[girlnut]

computer show me men furiously jerking off and desperately rutting their hips into their own hand. puter let me see men mindlessly grinding into whatever they can get their hands on until they finish in their boxers. computer i wanna see men throwing their heads back in pleasure as they gasp and pant and whimper. puter give me eager men just trying so desperately to get themselves off. puter can you hear me

[zeusmagnolia]

Objectification, Degradation, Ownership and Praise - A Guide

Objectification -> You are a hole to fuck

Degradation -> Your holes are worthless and filthy

Ownership -> Your holes belong to me

Praise -> Your holes feel so good

Objectification and praise -> You are such a good fuck toy

Objectification and Degradation -> You are a worthless fuck hole

Objectification and ownership -> You are my personal fuck toy

Degradation and ownership -> You are mine to destroy. I will ruin you.

Degradation and praise -> You are such a pretty little cum slut

Ownership and praise -> You are my favorite- I love owning you

Objectification, Degradation and Praise -> You are the best little cum hole

Objectification, Degradation, praise and Ownership -> You are my favorite cum filled hole to fuck.

Reblog with your favorite combination or add your own!

[syrupup]

gentle somno ... sliding yourself inside me while i feel super sleepy and i can't do much besides gasp softly and let you do as you please. even though you know i can't fight you, you still grab onto my hips with the slightest bit of pressure and thrust gently into me over and over again. i whine and moan ever so sweetly, fighting both my sleepiness and the overwhelming pleasure that you're giving me until you hold my mouth shut and tell me to simply go back to sleep. we both know that it's not that easy, yet i still try and end up falling asleep to the feeling of you filling my insides as i deserve🩶

[gooddyke4men]

I love how dumb I get around men <3 I just wanna giggle and nod and suck his cock and let him do all the thinking for me like the good little dyke I am <3

[lucifers-favorite-sluts]

Putting it inside her even when she isn't ready so you can feel her pussy at its tightest

[k-nightcord-25]

Currently pouring an energy drink into a pot of coffee…mmmm caffeine

[pluralismajestatis]

One thing that came as a bit of a surprise with DID is the names the alters come equipped with, as it happens for us - there's no name picking involved, parts just tend to know their names and it just... is what it is.

But from this brain, I would have honestly expected everyone to come out with names like Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way. Instead, they're coming in with names like Toni (Tony for you English folks, this is not a fancy spelling, just Finnish) and Alex (for a fucking xenomorph) and Wendy. Billie.

Names that we've never particularly liked, or have even considered unappealing, just happen to be their names. Zero consideration, zero choice involved. They just are what they are, and these are often just... such mundane names.

Even the coverups that our guys use when they're not comfortable coming in fully exposed are relatively normal. Usva, mist, is just a word in Finnish that happens to describe how this part feels about himself and reflects his more poetic nature. Vixen referring both to the animal this part has formed a playful relation with and the old-fashioned slang word for a specific type of a woman, where the shoe, frankly, fits.

For the second time in our life, the host part is changing our legal name to reflect her own. From a name that was derived from our father and grandfather to a name that simply means Rain, which, while uncommon, is very much a name that parents give their children in Finland.

It's always been funny, but it's gained an extra sense of irony the longer we've been diagnosed and subsequently aware of the discourse from idiots surrounding the diagnosis. One of the most common ways people come out questioning the legitimacy of DID is asking, sarcastically, why everyone in any given system always has fancy and unique names instead of just being a dude named Tim. As it so happens, we have one right here.

[lilithland]

ok but like imagine you and your girl best friend are having a sleepover

and you two have always been super close and touchy with each other, you’ve even made out once or twice when you were drunk

it’s not uncommon for you two to share a bed and cuddle with one another, plationically of course

you’re half awake one night, about to fall right back asleep, barely conscious, when you feel a little more spread out than usual, a little more restricted too

you’re chilly and can feel your nipples hardening, you go to curl into a ball, about to seek out the warmth of your best friend but you find that you can’t move anything

you start to wake a little more and realize your tied wide open on your friends bed

“oh baby, shhhhh, go back to sleep”

you feel hazy and find yourself fighting to stay awake, you realize you’re naked and that’s why you’re so cold

your best friend drags a manicured finger down your body causing you to shiver

“you usually don’t wake up during this part, that’s ok, you won’t remember come morning”

you’re confused by her words but her fingers twisting and pinching at your nipples causes you to moan and throw your head back

“does princess need something to keep her quiet while mommy plays?”

you watch as your best friend takes her own panties off and stuffs them in your mouth, you can taste how soaked she was

“if youre a good girl maybe i’ll let you lick my pussy clean when we’re done”

you’ve never had sex with a woman before but your own leaky cunt is clearly thrilled by the idea

your friend starts sucking on your neck while simultanelmously teasing your entrance with her skilled fingers

she pulls away, bringing her fingers to her mouth to taste your girl juice that she collected

“mmmm you always taste so sweet princess”

she drops down and uses her tongue to fuck your drippy messy hole, she uses a thumb to rub figure eights over your clit

you cum embarrassingly fast, too stupid to process anything other than how good your best friend is making you feel

you’re drooling around the panties in your mouth, utterly blissed out, your own cum leaking down your best friends chin

your friend gets up and dissapears for a bit, leaving you a needy, squirmy, whiny mess

she returns with a double headed dildo and a vibrator

“i wonder just how many times we can get you to cum on this cock with me before you pass out and forget everything again babygirl, last week you made it to four but i think you can do at least six tonight”

[roxxokore]

I wonder if she knows that no matter where I go. A small part of me will always love her, even if she's found someone better than me and that I've practically immortalized her.

I wonder if he knows that I gave him everything I had, and I would have kept giving until it broke me. Even if what I had was nothing, because I didn't have anything to offer. Because he had essentially adopted an animal that was meant to be put down

I wonder if she knows that no matter how low she thinks of herself. And how distant she thinks we are. She gave me the strenght to save myself. And that I love her so much for giving me the streght, that I want to keep her memory alive wherever I go

And worst of all, I wonder if he knows that I loved him at all. I wonder if he knows how much I loved him. I hope he never knows. I pray that whatever I felt for him dies one day. And I hope I never love Like that again