I'm otherkin but also a furry and I decided on my fursona before I figured out my kintype. The only problem is that my fursona and kintype aren't alike at all, and if I change my fursona, then everyone who knows me by that 'sona will get pissy.
heterosexuality is squart. heterosexuality is oegamiom. heterosexuality is the dignified waning strength of an elderly man helping his wife to HAVE THE BEST DAMN OEGAMIOM IN THE WORLD EVERYDAY,,,,YEA BABY.....
heterosexuality is squart. heterosexuality is oegamiom. heterosexuality is the dignified waning strength of an elderly man helping his wife to HAVE THE BEST DAMN OEGAMIOM IN THE WORLD EVERYDAY,,,,YEA BABY.....
Imagine going into Erebor and being caught by human!Smaug. He makes a deal with you; playing hide and seek. If you can escape without him finding you, you’re free. If he finds you…he gets to decide your fate
The two convicted killers who cut themselves free from a maximum-security prison in upstate New York reportedly were planning to strike again – by killing the husband of the woman accused of helping them, it was revealed Sunday.
Clinton Correctional Facility tailor shop worker Joyce Mitchell, 51, confessed the killers’ plan to authorities, a law enforcement source told the New York Daily News.
“They planned on killing her husband,” the source said, referring to Lyle Mitchell, who also works at the prison.
Joyce Mitchell also said she was supposed to drive David Sweat and Richard Matt to her home, but “didn’t say that she was going to help them” kill her husband, the source added.
But before the alleged plan could come to fruition, Joyce Mitchell got cold feet and checked herself into a local hospital as the two men escaped from the prison in Dannemora, N.Y., near the Canadian border.
Clinton County District Attorney Andrew Wylie told Fox News on Saturday that Joyce Mitchell has been explaining how the plot was supposed to unfold to authorities, revealing the pair of fugitive murderers also expected to be 7 hours away from the Clinton Correctional Facility quickly after tunneling under its imposing outer wall.
super conflicted about my relationship at the moment
my partner has been so giving and helped me way more than anyone else ever has
but i am noticing a somewhat disturbing trend
i guess i used to always blame myself for our fights but since i started therapy, i have become frustrated to learn that even when i stay calm and reasonable there seems to be no way to end this cycle
1. a very small argument or misunderstanding will begin. sometimes its my fault, sometimes it is his. i try to calmly and politely resolve it 2. somehow he continues to take offense and either turns loud and insulting (if i am assertive) or cold and mocking (if i get emotional/cry).at this point it has become very hard to talk him down 3. he wants me to either apologize or shut up and leave him alone if i try to work things out 4. if i ask for an apology after hes cooled down we return to step number 2 and he claims he s always the one apologizing 5. eventually either i drop it, or if he offers a surly and insincere apology to shut me up and i question it it restarts step 2 so eventually i will drop it either way 6. eventually he turns nice and cheerful and into a really fun person, and i start feeling warmer toward him again. however what bugs me is he never apologize s once he turns nice. occasionally he will if i bring it up when hes being friendly and that makes me feel better. but a lot of times it will just restart step 2 so i am usually too nervous to try and i just try to let stuff go
idk nonas i love him so much but i am so exhausted
jason isaacs can put it in my wet pussy any which way he wants 2. upside down, right side, sideways, up up down down left right left right B A start i DO N O T g a single, atom of a f he can lay the pipe and i can suck him off and sit on his face and r i d e him like the moon would crash into termina the second i stopped doing it. like it was my chosen and desired profession. like i studied for years, took out loans and got into debt, and ate nothing but ramen noodles and beer just so i can bump on dat dick while his kids and wife were downstairs watchin peppa pig or w/e the fuck british kids watch.
My mom still says, “I’m just so glad you kids never knew we were poor.”
Me and my sister never have had the heart to disillusion her.
I’m like…high school kids from OC districts used to get college credits for coming to our school and playing kickball with us.
I remember there was this one white girl in my grade whose parents could afford braces and we’d all just stare at them, like, asking a million questions.
In the apartment complex with lived in, us kids would creep around in the back where the apartments were always vacant, and we always knew which one had the meth lab in it. (Don’t go in the meth lab one, FYI. It smells and also there might be a guy in there who might shoot you.)
When I was 11-12, my mom graduated and started working as an RN, and we moved to a two-story house in an upper-middle-class white neighborhood San Diego. She tried to force me to “make friends” with children who were essentially aliens to me, start middle school, and get used to wearing shoes, having a dog and a backyard all at the same time. This was also the point at which she felt it necessary to explain to me finally that the actual reason I looked different than her is because she had “made a mistake” about who my father was, and showed me a picture of a dark-skinned man who was my biological father.
nobody has suffered as much as mpoc
the similarities with that rachel woman are striking tbh
btw all of this ttly contradicts her other backstories
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