Alot, For Various Things... One Of Which Being One Which Sacrifices Cishet Male Convicts To Cthulhu

once... that was the first time i blacked out and the first time i had a seizure. i spent around 30 minutes in a chair feeling like i'm about to faint, the door was knocked on and my dad told me to answer it and i opened the door said something and immediately fell backwards and hit my head causing a physical trauma induced seizure...

have you ever had a pre-syncope (almost fainting) spell that lasts for more than 10 minutes

You know what’s better (in my opinion) than both back scratches and headpats? Belly rubs… especially when high, even the thought of them while high is enough to make me melt.

Scratch that tgirl’s back and head and watch her body instantly collapse onto you as she moans in content.

never broken a bone

Have you ever broken the same bone more than once?

"Never broken a bone" option, please.

I just saw this… too high to think of a response… but laughed pretty hard xD

Canada Lugia

beware the vicious aerohonk attack

Yes… if I can do it back to you uwu

sweetie, i love ya... but even if it's not halloween i'll probably be spooky, it's just part of my current aesthetic :3

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idk what i am aesthetically tho tbh... not goth because i like colour, not pastel goth because i don't like colour that much, not emo because purple hair is more of a scene thing, not scene because too little colour other than the hair, not punk because i don't like spikes. i'm probably a nightmare aesthetically regardless of what category i fit in... and i think that lends itself to being spooky.

can i have this too? like... i want all of this... possibly with alcohol too (because me while drunk and high is a very happy person... so long as i'm with other people)... although you will probably need to practically carry me to get lunch if it's same day.

pretty girls should talk to me and make me do things like be social and make friends and get me high and talk about how cute i am when im high and shotgun weed into my mouth and fuck me silly and go get lunch with me

weed every now and then (hopefully finland makes it legal eventually so i can do it there too)

Do you smoke?

no... and if you i suggest getting a medical professional's opinion

do you get pins and needles at least once a day?

This sounds so nice arfff … I hope I get to be me, to be a puppy, and be loved for who I am and not who I was .

You get home and as soon as you open the door you hear your pup yipping and barking and running to meet you. As she runs up to you and starts giving you puppykissies and snuggles, you feel some of the stress of the day fall away.

What a great idea it was to adopt this poor pup. You had seen her sitting in a car barely holding back tears in the parking garage one day after work. Seeing how distressed she was, you walked over to make sure she was doing okay and ask if she needed help. She couldn't seem to string a sentence together so you asked if you could help her with anything. She finally managed to stammer out that she had been kicked out from her parents house and didn’t know what to do next. The first time you heard her bark was when you asked if she needed a place to stay. It took all you had to calm her down after that, to convince her that it was okay, that if a puppy barked that was fine, that you didn’t hate her, that you weren’t gonna leave, that you wouldn’t abandon her. Once she settled down, you gave her your address and told her to follow you there.

Getting her settled into your guestroom was a whole other process, mostly involving her constantly apologizing and saying she should probably just leave and you comforting her and providing reassurance that it was actually all fine, that it was okay for her to be here, and that you didn’t hate her. You eventually found the secret to stopping the apology spiral was telling her what a good puppy she was, such a good girl for letting herself be helped when she needed it.

The first few weeks were a blur of helping her switch to remote learning with her college courses, getting her a new wardrobe, helping her find a new doctor for her prescriptions, and getting her started on HRT. The hardest challenge was helping her be herself. The walls and facades, the personas and lies she had wrapped around who she was to protect herself were hard to peel back, but the results were so rewarding. Helping her choose a new name, something she hadn’t even let herself dream of was such a joy. Getting her used to using and hearing her name and pronouns and seeing the small smiles every time she heard her name made all of it worth it.

You were watching TV the first time she approached you. She asked if she could sit on the couch with you. You told her of course she could, and she didn’t need to ask permission. She nodded mutely and nestled herself into the far end of the couch, resolutely staring at the TV and aggressively squeezing the bear stuffy you had got her. Over the 20 minutes she slowly edged herself closer to you, you assume she’s trying to be casual about it but its very obvious what she’s trying to do.

When she is only a foot away, she mutters something into her plushy and tries to hide herself as much as possible, a rather adorable sight given shes half a foot taller than you. You ask if she could repeat herself, telling her she can take as much time as she wants. You eventually manage to make out something about snuggling and decide to take matters into your own hands. You pull her into you, resting her head on your lap, slowly stroking her hair and rubbing her tummy, feeling her melt into you, letting herself completely relax. As she relaxes into you, you finally whisper to her, “You don’t have to pretend anymore honey. I know it’s so hard to try and be a human but you don’t need to anymore. I can take care of you, lil pup.”

This was the second time she barked in front of you. And the second, and the third, and the fourth and on and on, all the while you continued to pet her and hold her. While this wasn’t the last time she pretended to be human or got too nervous to ask for attention or reassurance or apologized for being such a bother, it was the first time she felt loved.