online harassment campaigns are genuinely terrifying and part of why they're terrifying is that they make you feel like you're going insane—especially if they're false, frame you maliciously on purpose or blow things wayy out of proportion—because like. asides from it feeling really fucking bad due to the aforementioned tide of toxic sludge coming your way all at once, you genuinely start to doubt your perception of reality because surely this isn't... right? surely people can tell this isn't real/there's no way this kind of reaction is warranted or deserved, right?
if any of your friends ever go through that the single most helpful thing you can do is reach out to them & be like "jesus christ these people are nuts, are you okay?" PLEASE do, even privately if you're afraid of being dragged in. they'll never thank you enough, it's a literal life raft for their sanity
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I'm so tired of the "English is a dumb bad language because it has no rules" take. It actually has quite a lot of rules, all of which make sense. You're just so lazy that you think the fact that not every function is uniform means that you shouldn't bother. It could be worse, you know. You could be dealing with agglutination. How does a three-line sentence that's only a single word sound to you? What about having to remember seven different words for "the"? We don't even have grammatical gender (which has nothing to do with human sex, like at all. Go check Irish's list of feminine and masculine words and prepare to be very confused). No declensions, barely any grammatical cases, no tones, no formal registers, and you're out here complaining that English is too hard because you keep forgetting that the past tense of "break" isn't "breaked". Sorry for that, but that's on you, not the language.
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it's okay you can get on your knees in the pouring rain and cry whilst desperately gripping my arms and confessing that you would endure eternal torment in my stead i don't mind
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whenever i get the "List 1 item on the Auction House" daily pursuit on flight rising, my go to item is an earthworm, which i of course list for 1 gem. and no one ever buys it and that's completely fine by me, because that's my pursuit worm, and i just keep him listed on the auction house for whenever i get that particular pursuit. but...recently..somebody bought my worm??? my earthworm? my pursuit earthworm? for 1 gem? and idk what to do now. i didn't think anyone would actually want to buy an earthworm, even for 1 gem. i mean i'm not mad i'm just confused. i have 400 other earthworms i'm not like having an earthworm crisis or anything. i just think it's funny that someone bought my pursuit worm.
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ohhh sageee i hath returnedddd, forgive me if this isnt that coherent, im extremely tired.
so, im thinkin about puppy!reader and puppy!art going on a playdate that their owners, Tashi and Patrick, set up for them. (i call Tashi, dear lorddd i need her to own me so damn bad🙏😩) anyways, as planned, it ends up with the two pups gettin too needy and usin each other. honestly im really just beggin to be bred and knotted by art
sageeEEE <3
tashi's always got you on such a short leash too (sometimes literally), so it's so hard to contain yourself when you meet art !! you get all warm and fuzzy at the smell of him and the sight of his pretty blonde curls.
art, on the other hand, is playful and kind and excitable and very much not disciplined by patrick. like, at all. but he's generally a good boy so pat doesn't actually feel the need to do much. the one thing he should have taught art not to do, though, is hump everything in sight.
so when patrick brings art over to tashi's, he's beaming as he springs out to greet you—rubbing his nose into your neck and breathing in the smell of your pheromones and everything there is to know and like about you. patrick plops down on the couch next to your owner, and she gives a soft tug on your collar when art begins to try to roll his hips up against yours.
a pout on your lips is all the resistance tashi gets from you before you back away and art is called over by patrick.
half an hour goes by, both you and art sitting on the ground in front of tashi and patrick respectively, and then the two make the mistake of deciding to leave their puppies alone in favor of going out to grab more wine.
another half hour passes, and when the two brunettes return to the home, they get so surprised by the sight they see when they walk in that they nearly drop the two bottles of sauvignon blanc !
art's got you trapped between his body and the luxurious rug laid out on the hardwood floor, rutting into your sticky body without a care in the world. he can't help it, and neither can you. it was foolish, really, for tashi and pat to have left you two alone together and not expect a scene like this one to come as a consequence. neither of you are even grounded enough to notice them watching.
your slick is all over the floor, dripping down from your hole as you bite into art's shoulder. he whines out and then tenses all over just as a current of white-hot pleasure rips through him and you.
his knot swells, locking him deep inside you as he pants and writhes and humps his spilling load into your cunt. your back arches up and you nearly yelp as the stretch from the knot aches within your soft walls, but it's painfully good. ten more seconds of both of you riding out your highs is all that is needed for you to snap back to your senses and lift your head up enough to spot the two slightly-amused owners peering down at the mess from the doorway.
art's still too gone to even move; continuously jolting his hips as his come continues to breed you.
tashi considers shooing the two boys out the door so that she can get you alone and spank you as punishment, and patrick almost considers doing the same to art, but they both silently agree with just a look to each other that the feeling of being uncomfortably knot-locked for the foreseeable future will be enough for the both of you to learn your lesson. hopefully.
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SORRY FOR BEING INACTIVE THIS WEEK!!!! Art block hit me like a land slide
Tropickle (i forgot the other name for it……) lives in my head rent free doesnt pay any bills eats at the dinner table whenever it likes and is basically the landlord at this point i love these two so so much
Imagine Trophy and Pickle’s possiblities dude…. Like Trophy and Pickle open up to each other about their past actions and then like
Trophy gets to learn about Pickle’s experience with Taco as like a way to he able to see his past actions from Knife’s point of view and its a big moment where he realises he struggles to understand his own emotions and needs let alone others which leads to him eventually wanting to change
While Pickle gets to hear about Trophy wanting to change as a person and since he knows so many people who have made mistakes and wants to learn from them he is willing to be there for Trophy and then ghrhrgjekxkgks
THEN THEY KISS ITS A HAPPILY EVER AFTER ASS MOMENT I NEED THEM TO HAVE SUCH A CUTE LITTLE ROMANTIC PICNIC DATE IN THE FOREST SAVE ME
Yeah me and my lomg rambles but thats what you get for following Dander’s blog out of every other one
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