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[sigmasoyboy]

Surely nothing in the world ever felt better than [THIS]

Was suggested on instagram to write from Gage's POV and thinking about how I would ever write from someone who's been essentially dog lobotomized actually got me thinking so hard I started writing. The formatting of this one is a reading nightmare but the never ending run-on sentence tightly packed into one block of text feels the most appropriate to a dog's inner thoughts so… You have to suffer for the sake of art™️

cw: ableist and misogynistic language, PTSD, panic attack, murder, vomit, loss of humanity through being genetically spliced with a dog

Right now there is only [RUNNING] and [PANTING] and the wind whipping your face and twigs digging into your paw pads and snapping under your weight and the sweat tickling the inside of your thigh as it rolls down the expanse of your (ever) hairless leg. You almost want to throw your hands down into the decaying grass and leaves to propel your body further but (something) keeps you anchored to your bipedal ways, your body knows it was never made for sprinting on all four but your body was also bent once and could probably be bent further all the way to the other side transhumanised so far the evolutionary path to break all knowns nomenclature and classification and leap from (human) to [DOG] just as you do out of the shrubbery as soon as your hear [YOUR NAME], toes skidding into the overgrown lawn as you halt, tongue hanging out dumbly trying as you might to bring moisture back into your bone dry mouth. The useless instincts you (forcefully) have inherited work against you but thankfully [HE!!!] turns on the garden hose [HE!!] uses to bath you with and fresh water springs out, splattering everywhere against your open mouth. There used to be a better way to drink but you (forgot) how so you chew at the air trying to catch this pesky pesky water into your mouth while getting drenched, you were hot anyway, running so so hot from all the excess dopamine secreted by your happy happy dumb brain, so easily pleased.

Surely nothing in the world ever felt better than [THIS]; it’s the 100th time you thought this exact thing today not with words or inner monologue only pure unadulterated stabs at your mesocorticolimbic circuit, things are only [GOOD] or [BAD] not in terms of the morals (you lacked) but in terms of [PLEASURE] and [PAIN], so simple and so good like quenching your thirst and moving your limbs and eating and shitting and nerve endings being stimulated by a [GOOD SCRATCH] just like [HE] is doing right now immediately replacing the serotonin from the water [HE] just shut off, not having a care in the world for how greasy your (hair) feels or the way you wildly shake off to dry yourself or the fact that you are (not) a dog at all. You wouldn’t get any of it anyway because all you understand now is [ANGRY] and [SOFT] tone so as long as [HE] coos at (you) softly [HE] can say anything and (you) would happily (giggle) and [RUB YOUR HEAD] against his big calloused hands even if he was (talking shit). You were liberated against your (will) and you are too dumb to realize it, of course you are why would you ever stop and try to think when you can just march alongside [HIM] like [HE TAUGHT] [YOU]] like a good stupid fuckass (dog) getting all [EXCITED] because you realize [HE] is walking towards the [KITCHEN] which can only mean any and all (doubt) or [FEAR] that’s desperately trying to join each others can be [SILENCED] by a motherfucking spoonfull of [PEANUT BUTTER HOLY SHIT] sticky and salty and obstructing your airway momentarily but thank goodness you still know how to breath through your (nose) while you smack your (lips) desperately trying to (get away from the [DELICIOUS TREAT] clawing at the leathery cushion with your splitting nails nerve endings stimulated by [HURT HURT HURT FUCK what did you do why were you bad why is this happening to you this wasn’t supposed to happen you weren’t supposed to get caught in the first place but the [BITC H] squealed and slipped through your fingers and now you’re the one being [GUD LA DET SLUTTE VÆR SÅ SNILL] you should’ve made a bigger hole and (fucked it) so [BAD] no one will ever be able to identify your whore bitch corpse you r eally fucked up this time you can barely breathe through any hole now in out in out in out head heavy with the weight of ([HUMAN CONSCIOUSNESS]) getting really really light so much so you don’t feel your (claws) slicing until the victim became unrecognizable aggravated [MASSACRE] of your (ultimate reality) now there’s only [DROOL] and a little bit of [VOMIT] and your clammy skin against the (cold old tiles) of the kitchen floor and [HIS] form above you [WARM] palm encircling almost your entire still trembling arm and (garbled speech) you can never [UNDERSTAND] again, it’s so [WARM] and (nice) your [TAIL] slaps the kitchen floor, beginning to unknot [HIS] brow as you can feel yourself (smiling) dumbly at [HIM]. And now there is only [PETTING] and [ROLLING ON THE FLOOR] with the sweet-acrid aroma of [PEANUT BUTTER] and [VOMIT] [HE] stops you from [LAPPING] just before your tongue touches it.

Surely nothing in the world ever felt better than [THIS].

[ohposhers]

I want to be mutuals so bad but I am actually so terrified of talking to you 💀

my friends dont call me a dog for no reason, i am very dumb and friendly i mega promise ;9

[punksouthie]

love how pathetic and fucked up and sad faith is but i also do love how cutesy she is about it for like no reason. lounging on her bed kicking her feet. stabbing the air with her fork and doing a little shoulder shimmy at dinner w buffy and joyce. eating cookies with milk. drawing a silly heart on the window w a stake through it. putting an angry face on her makeshift punching bag made out of like towels and duct tape. all this while being 5’6” and having dimples. like woagagahsghsg…. just a little thing….

[paperzombiie]

ok ok uh

quick question for fellow honey lovers out there

does honey feel a bit spicy on your throat when you swallow it?

i'm trying to prove something

[segisuo]

a side effect of my mom liking to bake is that there were certain ingredients we werent allowed to touch. for me, i couldn't even know where the citric acid was stored, because she knew i would eat all the damn thing if i got my hands on it

[marv3l-drag0ns]

ourgh wait maybe not fixed my throats sore again. might be getting slightly sicky.

[bluewinnerangel]

HiiiEEEEEE

[stormbreaker-290]

I just eat pure GARLIC!!

🎤thoughts on garlic?🎤

Gwuh

Garlic yummy :333

[bewitchingbaker]

K ─ Kissing. How important are kisses in their relationship ?  Any favourite kind of kisses ?  Do they have any rituals involving kissing ( never leaving for work without kissing the other, always sharing a kiss goodnight, etc… ) ?

It's 4pm.

The baker is stirring Beth's coffee, eyes occasionally glancing at Beth. She's getting ready for her shift. When Beth steps out of the shower, her hands are busy braiding her hair. Perhaps it was focused look on her face while she glanced at her phone or maybe it was the sight of her figure after she dropped her towel. Something he's seen over 100 times before yet somehow she makes it angelic. Even without the sun, she looks as radiant as ever. The simple act of watching her braid her hair had Chris staring at her longingly.

He's prepared her dinner for her shift (a vegan take on Papas Chorreadas) as well as her coffee. Just to make her routine a little easier and for maybe a little something later. Something Beth knows all too well, if evidenced by the returned glances and slight show of lotioning her leg. But there's no time to act on a certain shared desire. Duty calls after all.

But that didn't rule out the possibility of a later continuation.

But now, her scrubs are on and her hair is braided, she just needs to grab her travel bag, Can't forget her coffee, lord knows Beth would need it to get through the night. The young Riley does one final self pat to make sure she's not forgetting anything.

Keys. Phone. Wallet. Bag. Coffee.

That's everything.

Then she hears the baker clear his throat in a rather comical fashion. Chris is leaning on the counter with a hand on his head in a faux display of drama.

"Oh what life is this," Chris sighs, "My love has forgotten one important part of our routine...!"

Beth's hand is on her hip, giving him a playful smile. She knew this game. One hand gives him a small nudge, earning laugh from the baker. But soon that same hand carresses those ever so chubby cheeks of his. Jade hues take in his features, offering him a warm smile before finally pressing her lips to his. As always, Chris welcomes her kiss with those large arms wrapping around her waist.

"Have a great day, mi amor~"

[ @brooklynislandgirl ]

[galaxius-system]

Mmmmm tfw the fear that we're just going to throw up anything we eat is preventing me from eatting. Awful. Terrible. Just the worst.

The fucking stomach hurts so bad I just need to eat something why is this so hard.

[kerosene-saint]

God I love sour candy, give me the pain powder

[mammons-crows]

I was on tiktok earlier and saw a video about getting 'princess treatment', and the video changed to a clip of the man cooking her dinner, and there were two 26 oz size Nutella containers FILLED. They were FULL.

And my thought process was "screw the man, give me the Nutella."

[sadpuppyg1rl]

😞🐶🥛🎀

[milfygerard]

oversalted my ramen but i still feel like i have to finish it bc i dont wanna waste food. im like if joan of arc was jewish and also unemplyed

[mishkakagehishka]

You gotta give it to me tho. I say i can't drink coffee bc it gives me debilitating anxiety, and then i drink coffee anyway. My mediterranean swag

[snobgoblin]

so u know how I said I would make the abstract paintings I made for class into Wander and Sylvia they're like the shittiest things I've ever made but here's how they turned out