#thrres probably more but like

[im-thirst-trapped]

I have four ways I want to fuck people

1.) I'm thrusting into you so desperately youd think I'm about to die of I don't fill you with cum right now

2.) I'm playing on my phone while I jerk you off/finger you

3.) We're pressed so close together going so slowly we feel every twitch and pulse breathing together and making such beautiful noises

4.) I'm tied up, blinded, gagged, and trying to moan out your name while you give me just enough to keep me on edge for hours

[cannibalisticskittles]

I opened up my dishwasher and there was a cockroach in it and i full-on screamed and closed it up and i think it's still in thrre

and clearly I need to wash those dishes again bc there's no way to prove they haven't been trod on by a cockroach

but also it looked like a german cockroach so there's probably even more so.ewherw... in the walls...... nesting.........

[sticky943]

I ask you, give me one example of "politeness/courtesy/civility/good manners" (why are there so many redundant names, isnt one word good enough, kinda undermines the credibility) that IS logical

(rant mode on, buckle up yoir seatbelts)

"Dont wear your hats indoors, take it off at the table, and dont put elbowd on the table, bc apparently doing all this makes you a heartless scum who doesnt care about others, look at me, im totally not being superstitiois and petty"

"Dont say fuck or shit or goddamnit or jesus christ, even tho theyre totally innocent in themselvrs and not used to dehumanize ppl as hateful slurs like r-tarded, stupid, delusional, immature, childish" (i was hit and glared at like i committed murder when i spelled out hell at 8 years old, bc yes apparently saying hell is a sin so despicable, so disgusting that ot deserves voolent retaliation you normally reserve for self-defense or a murderer whos destroyed everyone you love)

"Give your parents/relatives a hug/kiss when they ask, no, DEMAND, one, bc chidlrems bodies belong to adults"

"Dont talk back to or drfenf ypurself agaomst parents/teachers/adults, even if theyre beating you, yelling at you, screaming at you, calling you stupid or brat or worthless, etc"

"And obey all these social conventions and rules you had no say in making (isnt that like the textbook definitoon of unjust law), or else you will get beaten, forced to ingest soap or hot sauce, hatefully stared at like its 1984 big brother, threatened, and so on. U know bc terrorizing children weaker than you and forcing rules upon them without their proper representstipn is just the polore/courteous/civil/well-mannered thing to do and im not even gonna bother questioning wjy thrre exist so many redundant words. Im totally not acting like an uncritical obediwnt mindless drone conforming to shallow skin-deep societal standards that i didnt get to decide. And you better apologize for breakingthese norms, and notice how im talking to you like a thief saying give me all your fucking.money or ill shoot you. Meanwhile you have to say please or may i or i would like, or ill beat ya and give you some big brother 1984 stare if you dont. You know, bc unthinking obedience to authority is king, and forced regret even if you dont feel like is totally valuable, im definitely not a pathetic bully who wants to feel better about myself while trampling on children."

"U know, bc being 'well-mannered'/'well-bejaved' (this is language you use to describe fuckong livestock and servants) is so much more important than a child being 'well-treated,' 'well-cared for,' 'has their rights regarded like freedom from violence, freedom of speech.' And being 'well-bred/well-raised/well-brought-up' (this is also language for livestock) is such a good thing, bc brainlessly conforming to shallow social norms your parents imposed upob you (probably with violence and spanking) and never critically analyzing theor rationality, is sich an amazing tjing to be praised. Look at me taking my hat off inside and putting my elboes off the table, im such a empathetic compassipnate person towho cares deeply abput making others lives better and isnt just robotically going along with the flow. Bc politeness/courtesy/civility/good manners/poopity doopoty googly moogly is so important, as important as shit that actually deeply affects people and their rights and goes beyond some petty gesture/article of clothing, like goddamn child abuse, climate change, ableism, animal abuse, etc."

As an autistic child abuse survivor myself who was beaten and screamed at repeatedly in the name of politeness/courtesy/civility/manners and being "well-bejaved" (dont you FUCKING DARE talk about me like im some fucking dog), i will stand by until death that all of this is just outdated, shallow, insincere, conformist, obedient, irrational, uncritical, mindless, superstitious, unscientific bullshit used to control people. And its disgusting how people think conformity to these siperficial-ass norms (which they didnt get to decide and onstead were brainwashed as children into believing them) maks you a good person who cares about others. NO IT FUCKING DOESNT, it just makes you an obedient follower too cowardly or too brainwashed to question the moral authority of parents/teachers (the same blokes whom society allows to hit and yell at and attack you, you know, bc politeness/courtesy/civility/good manners/abracadabracablahblah huehuehue). People are so just so goddamn petty and pharisaical, that thwy think conformity to shallow norms (dont burp, dont say fuck or shit, say hello back when someone says hello) somehow replaces deep-seated empathy/compassion that requires you to actually give a shit and think thorougjly about someones life. Plus, how in some cultures, ypu can wear your hat on indoors and its okay to burp, which kinda betrays how arbitrary and baseless this whole societal scammy horseshit is. Plus how its based upon hierarchy and obedience, like in some east asian cultures (im east asian) where you have to conscipisly change the words stem or whatever when talking with authorities or parents or teachers or ypur "superiors" (looks like human equality isnt a thing i guess), and thats somehow a good thing (like "fear of god," "god-fearing," actual words). Bc apparently shallowly kissing the asses of authorities who are allowed to terrorize/beat you makes you a great person who has genuine compassion for others

"From a young age, ppl are taught that an oppressed person being impolite is worse than a privileged person being violentm" -- theconcealedweapon

"Why are parents allowed to yell and scream at children and call them names and make them feel like shit and general...but when kids defend themselves, its rude and disrespectful?" -- pissy-little-aquarius

(rant mode off)

Tl;dr. "Manners" and "politeness" and "etiquette" are nothing but shallow, skin-deep superstitious pigcrap that doesnt make you a good person, let alone someone who genuinely gives a crap and compassipn about the happiness of others and goes out of your way to uplift them. Dont be an obedient conformist drone. Ask questions and be skeptical of social norms forced upon you as a child thst you didnt get to decide. Google "diogenes the cynic" too for some inspiration: https://www.worldhistory.org/Diogenes_of_Sinope/

Why is insincere modesty and fake generosity polite? If you turn something down don't get upset when someone else takes it.

[senseiwu]

Trying to figure out a not too angsty way to bring Morro back for the alternate family au, the happy family au...........

[kingxfmischief]

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[donutsev]

me being like 'i hate maxwell' but still rooting for maxwil is not helping my case. Help.

[smartphonehour]

afashsh THANKS,, ya i watched quite a lot of emh a while ago but i kinda drifted and then got confused when i came back to it so i gave up oops n im up to date w eckvanet i think but ill def check out the others!!!! ready 2 see more slimonyjimony >:)

EMH IS SO HARD TO FOLLOW I WAS WATCHING NIGHT MIND’S EXPLANATION VIDEOS TODAY AND THERE’S SO MANY DIFFERENT THINGS TO FOLLOW OTHER THAN THE EMH YOUTUBE CHANNEL IT’S RIDICULOUS… BUT SUPER IMPRESSIVE IMO?

like…….. i think you have 3 twitter accounts, a tumblr blog, a shitton of documents, a P l a y with modifications made to it, and probably just a lot of youtube accounts with like 3? of them being main ones and a BUNCH of viewers bc of the seven trials of habit, there’s was a chatroom at a point for the rabbits, the different packages sent to coordinates that viewers picked up, packages that habit sent to them as prizes in the trials, a few livestreams, the phantom tweets on the emh account that disappear after a few moments so like……. it’s Almost impossible to follow w/o explanation vids rip

EDIT: APPARENTLY THRRE WAS ALSO A FUCKINF MINECRAFT LEVEL OH MY GOD,

[mysticmessenger-stuff]

Blonde Hair Dye (Yoosung Yandere AU)

(I’m gonna try to write something. But this is the first thing I’ve ever written mm related so please don’t be too mean.) *MC’s pov* ~~~ “MC, I’m home.” My heart stopped for a moment as I heard Yoosung call my name as he opened the door to my apartment. I held my breath, unsure whether I should go along this time or just let what happened last time happen again. I tried to go along and go to him, acting lovingly, because I didn’t want to get hurt this time. But I couldn’t move or speak. I was scared and frozen to my bed. I couldn’t even move to text Zen for help, or at least close our texts so Yoosung wouldn’t see them and get even more mad. I heard his footsteps get louder slowly as he got closer to my bedroom. He poked his head through the door, smiling that sweet smile that had once melted my heart. “MC! You’re so pale, what’s the matter?” He walked towards me and caressed my face, “you’re so cold,” he observed, kissing me softly, while slowly taking my phone out of my hands. He read through the text. There was nothing romantic, or even hinting romance or any feelings past friendship at all in those texts. Zen and I had just been talking like friends do, discussing a new play the director had called him about earlier today. “Zen…” Yoosung whispered, his face turning red. I whimpered softly, terrified at this point. “Please don’t hurt me please don’t hurt me,” I prayed to whatever god might be listening… I don’t wanna hurt this time… I still have bruises from last time. Even Zen noticed when I saw him yesterday. He threatened to hurt Yoosung if he ever did it again to me, but I told him not to because we all know once he starts thinking about Rika, Yoosung can be even stronger than Zen. I don’t want Zen to get hurt. Yoosung smiled at me, “why are you texting Zen, Rik- MC?“ “I just- Yoosu- um- Zen- I- he- we’re fr- friends.” “MC…Zen… you can’t be friends with him. He’s such a… man. He’s a vulgar man. He smokes and drinks too much and has a bad mouth. And when it comes to women he only has one thought. He just wants to steal you from me. But he won’t. Mc. You’re mine. Only mine.” “Yoosung, Zen doesn’t-” Yoosung shut me up quickly with a rough kiss, pushing himself on me. He groped my sides hard, probably leaving bruises, kissing roughly and biting my bottom lip and drawing blood which made me flinch. “Ow. ” I flinched, he didn’t notice. “Oh, Rik- MC… your lips are so beautiful. They’re perfect.” He said as he kissed them more softly this time, licking the blood away. He started stroking my hair, mesmerized. “Oh, MC… you’re hair is so soft and pretty… such a shame its brown.” Then his eyes lit up as he remembered something. He stood and told me, “MC, I have a surprise for you. Don’t move an inch, I’ll be right back.” The second he left the room I grabbed my phone and texted Zen “help”, then deleted the text, silenced the phone, and tossed it onto the floor. I adjusted back to my prior position like how I was sitting before Yoosung left the room, moments before he returned. He stood in the doorway, hiding something behind his back. I smiled sweetly, knowing Zen always had his phone on him and he’d probably already seen the text and was on his way, “what’s that, sweetie?” He smiled back, pulling a little box of blonde hair dye from behind his back. “We’re going to dye your hair blonde! Just like mine! "That’s great! Why don’t you go set everything up in the bathroom and I’ll get changed into something I won’t mind getting dye on,” I decided to pull the seductive card, standing and walking towards him, still in my PJ’s which consisted of a baggy t-shirt and my underwear, and wrapped my arms around him, kissing his neck softly and making him whimper like a little puppy, “I don’t think I’d mind getting dye on that old bra. You know? The lacy purple one?” He turned bright red and nodded. “T-take your t-time. I’ll g-go s-set everything up.” Even in his scary tough yandere mode, I still knew how to break him. He left the room and I locked the door to “get changed”. I grabbed my phone again to see  a text from Zen. “Stg if it’s Yoosung I’ll kill that son of bitcj I’ll be thrre as fast as I can plwase don’t let him hyrt u” I texted back, “ he’s distracted right now pls hurry I’m scared I need u” I changed into the purple lacy bra and matching underwear and made my way to the bathroom. I knocked on the door railing, and called his name in a singsong voice, “Hey Yoosung…” He turned to see me standing there in my lacy purple underwear and turned bright red. “M-MC! I-” I cut him off by suddenly wrapping myself around him and kissing him. He was helpless. Hopefully I could pull this off long enough for Zen to get here. I stopped kissing his mouth and moved to his neck, kissing rougher and rougher. “Yoosung… hold me.” I pretend moaned into his neck. He wrapped his arms around me and started feeling me all over. I let out another fake moan. He stopped to take his shirt off. No dying my hair blonde today. He started to grind against me. I stopped myself from making a disgusted noise and replaced it with another moan. Gotta sell it just till Zen gets here. We continued like this, entangled in each other for what felt like years, but was actually only a few minutes. I knew Zen would be here any minute so I  slowly turned me and Yoosung around where I saw facing the open bathroom door so I’d see Zen first. I heard the front door open and started moaning louder in Yoosung’s ear so he wouldn’t hear Zen. I saw Zen come up in the doorway and looked at him, trying to tell him to help as much as I could with just my eyes. He was slightly phased at the sight of us practically fucking, but in half a second Yoosung was on the floor with Zen’s fist across his face and I let out all the sobs I’d been suppressing through fake moans. Yoosung was out , Zen scooped me up and carried me out to his car, while I cried  into his chest. He brought a blanket in his car, which he wrapped me up in , laying me down in the backseat. Then he got in the driver’s seat and drove as quickly as he could away from my apartment.