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2016.02.28 21:25 chalkchick0 NativeAmericanMusic

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News and discussions about matters pertaining to the Muslim community, the Muslim world, and Muslim politics.

2012.01.03 04:20 jason-samfield Open Government There is no government stronger than tyranny free.

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2023.03.25 01:30 PrestigiousSky9527 [fully lost]"The Lost Music Video of Professor Chaos from South Park"

(For better understanding of this post, it is recommended to have knowledge of the South Park series up until the sixth season)
When I was a teenager, between 2000 and 2010, I was a fan of South Park and consumed everything I could about the series, including videos on YouTube. At that time, there was a series of videos in which music video clips were recreated using characters from the series. There was a version of Haddaway's "What Is Love" sung by the character Chef and a version of A-ha's "Take On Me" where Kyle takes the place of the boy who takes the girl into the comic book world, and Catman takes on the role of the adversary who chases the young couple (for those who didn't understand this part, just watch the original clip).
There were other videos that were apparently made by the same author because some animations, like Catman playing a kind of piano, appeared in more than one clip.
Of all these animations, my favorite was the one about Professor Chaos. I don't remember the lyrics of the song, but I do know that "chaos" and "money" were words that appeared frequently. On the other hand, I remember in detail the story that is told in the clip.
The story of the clip is as follows: Professor Chaos and General Disarray are seen inside a blue van written "chaos mobile" or something similar. The van drives towards one of the snowy mountains that exist near the city. When they get close to the snow of one of the mountains, a kind of mirror comes out of the van and begins to reflect the sunlight, generating a beam. The solar beam is pointed at all the snow-covered mountains seen in the music video. The next scene shows the van fleeing from a flood caused by the melting snow. In the next scene, we see that the van has escaped the path of the flood, and then we see the city of South Park flooded. Soon after, Professor Chaos is seen on top of one of the buildings in the flooded city, throwing some brown things into the water that look like three dots, and begins to smile. At the same time, we see General Disarray playing a harmonica (the sound of the harmonica can be heard in this part) and a green dollar sign flashing on the screen (in this part, the word "money" is heard several times).
After these scenes, we see Officer Barbrady climbing up the building where Professor Chaos is located, who becomes irritated with the policeman's presence. Barbrady also becomes angry and points his finger at Professor Chaos. We see General Disarray playing the harmonica one last time, and then we can see the blue van being chased by a police car on a snowy road. Some scenes that have already appeared in the music video are repeated, such as the flooded city and the green dollar sign flashing. Shortly thereafter, we see the pursuit of the vehicles in a desert with cacti. The music video ends with the blue van crossing the border into Mexico, and then we see Officer Barbrady, angry and painted red. The last scene of the music video shows Professor Chaos and General Disarray inside the blue van, smiling while Professor Chaos sings the last parts of the song.
I have no hope that this material can be recovered, but if anyone is or knows an old South Park fan who also saw this clip, I would like to know if this person at least remembers the title of the song. This was one of my favorite songs from my adolescence and I would love to hear it again.
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2023.03.25 01:29 Green-Ad-7586 Post-Separation Harassment?

I was a single mom with two children from a previous marriage when I got sucked into a relationship with a narcissist and ended up having a very abusive relationship. I have finally been able to distance myself from this person thanks to him moving over an hour away, emergency intervention orders, lawyers, and police. He was arrested several times for domestic violence and convicted of assault towards me. We have a 2 year old son that I have full legal custody of (decision making responsibilities), and we have a consent order that outlines his parenting schedule, how we share holidays etc.
My problem is that he continues to interfere in our lives and cause conflict and issues constantly. This person has been unemployed since I’ve known him but makes very good money some secret way that I don’t know. Basically he lives the live of a rich retiree at 31 years old.
He does not want to have to pay child support and would like to by get 50/50 custody so that I will have to pay him child support because I make more money.
At least once every few months he will cause a disturbance. He has called child protective services more times than I can count and provides them with false accusations including: I am involved with child pornography (because I breastfed our son until he was almost 2), I am an alcoholic (I don’t drink), I do drugs (I don’t even smoke marijuana), I neglect our son, don’t wash him etc etc etc so these services come to our home, to my children’s school and daycare and it’s so humiliating! All files were terminated on the spot but I just don’t know how I’m supposed to continue to live like this.
Is this harassment? Do I have ANY recourse? I’m tired. I’m just trying to stay in my lane, work hard and raise my babies in peace.
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2023.03.25 01:24 klawzYT I officially accept myself as an exMuslim this Ramadan

(F17) Although I’ve been on this subreddit for a past month now but I haven’t really posted anything or said such (shyed away from doing so lol) this is the first Ramadan where I am not fully fasting.
Even though I still feel a certain attachment to fasting since I’ve been fasting since I was a kid for fun (even before puberty) and I try to celebrate it in a more cultural way for the sake of family unity. I am drinking water whenever I feel the need to throughout the day (and I broke my fast/ate food before the sunset lmao).
I’ve been questioning my beliefs for months now but I think I’ve fully acknowledged that it is alright to just learn to move on from what I’ve been taught in the past.
I’ve been educated in Islam thoroughly since childhood and I think that I have learned everything I need to learn about the religion, I have grown up to choose that I am not interested nor am I convinced about it anymore.
I’m guessing from this point in my life the process to a more free life will take a while eventually, I am forever most grateful to live in a western liberal country where I won’t walk outside with the fear of being criticized by the own government and I continue to have this gratitude towards being privileged in that sense.
I feel at peace with my true self and the way I view everything for the first time, my mind has opened up to all ways of thought in a no limit sense, I am a free-thinker.
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2023.03.25 01:20 kittenqueen_x I hate men and have every right to.

The thing is I’m into guys and I like the idea of having a boyfriend. But I hate most males I know personally. I’ve gotten to the point where I believe they are all the same and have the exact same mindset. I’m angry all the time because of what males have done to me in my life. I’ve been sexually assaulted many times, and been shamed for it after as if I wanted it. I’ve also been raped by a guy much older than me and was shamed for that too and still get shame for it till this day. My own brother shamed me completely and made me feel it was my fault. I’ve endured physical and verbal abuse many times from both my brother dad, and random boys. Some who I thought where my friends too. I’ve been bullied by boys who then a year later began to sexualise me and ‘ take back’ the bullying because they are now attracted to me. These boys say they would like to have sex with me after making me feel like a worthless and disgusting piece of shit only a year before. I don’t trust any male. I blame them all for turning me into an angry and corrupt woman. How can I feel peace and move on from this? I hope someone can give advice and understand how I feel. Thanks for reading
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2023.03.25 01:20 Heavy-Theory-1472 an unfinished story

Dear P, It's been a few days, but it feels like lifeitmes Images of you replay in my head whenever I close my eyes, With your beauty and grace, your long slender legs, your narrow torso, with glasses that perpetuate and scintillate the chambers held behind those eyes of yours. Matte black, but if you stared long enough, you'd see colors you couldn't name, an emotion indescribable but perpetual, intangible, but oh so real. It's unfortunate, really, as I find myself in peace just imagining you, forgetting the mishaps and the hardships that occurred along the weeks spent with you. My feelings well, all they hope for is a chance of reconciliation, a mutual agreement. That's a pipe dream my consciousness screams. It's the most pain I've felt in a while as it isn't a speeding bullet in and out but more an endless pot of searing hot water The deadliest sauna A gradient of pain, constant but everlasting seemingly. The most unfortunate part about all this is that I know you still love me as well I never got to see your side of it because you never communicated your affection and expressed it. At least not in ways I could notice. I can't help but feel guilty to be so demanding of you, the very person my heart aches for and cries for. As it feels in the moment at least. I was always under the assumption that you wanted nothing more than a friendship a friendship lined with crumpled clothes on the floor and kissing concealed behind the velvety curtains of a hotel room never known to the publics eye. What I wanted was a chance to live with you the rest of my life, to see you everyday, to listen to your laugh, crys, smiles and chatter, moves, blinks and every tiny thing you do like adjust the hair on your face or change hand positions ever so frequently when faced with a difficulty. I wanted a long-term bond, a mutual partnership. One where you showed genuine excitement in me. And you might have Which is the worst part What you perceived as good enough was perceived by me as "bare minimum" "The beauty is held in the viewers' eyes" is what they say for an art piece, but I think it applies everywhere in life. A simple dance of charades and an everlasting cycle. A search for meaning without ever truly realizing that the very search is the meaning. Constant overthinking never gets you anywhere The past is the past Precisely as it's said You can never bring it back No matter how much I want it I made the decision to end it with you To move on In hopes and encouragement from my short friend, I ended it His reasoning was everything I hoped it hadn't been, true, except for the part where I misjudged how much you truly, Truly Felt for me It pains me to say this, and I know it can't be done, but I just wish I could've never typed that paragraph Just tried communicating Even if it seemed hopeless It would've been better than losing you An empty bed is all I'm destined to, which is what I feel A bed without you A home without your smug smirk Clothes without your scent, with the slightest hint of vanilla, concentrated but not at all overwhelming to the senses Like a freshly baked pastry Just the right amount I could forever inhale and never have enough My eyes never to be blinded with your luminous hair when you'd flip it with pride Pride that I love Confidence I'd entrust my life with Ambition I'd hang on to dear life for Eyes that rival the galaxies' farthest depths Nebulae pale in comparison to the infinite hallway in your eyes What I'd give to be so close to you once more Just once To feel your lips amongst mine Soft, softer than any treat I've tasted or felt What I'd give to glaze my fingers along those light pink lips of yours So naturally iridescent Incandescent in the ceiling lights or the stars in the sky Glistening on the face of what seems to be a void of emptiness. Shiny is the only way I can describe your lips. But everything, gone All to be lost to a single paragraph It's never been a game about what or who I always knew it was meant to be you Just not in this moment of time, not in this life. Aideu, Thank you for everything As fierce as the komodo dragon, you are this feeble sloth, wasn't able to keep up with you Farewell P, yours truly
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2023.03.25 01:19 sodomy 35 [M4F] Georgetown/Washington DC/Surrounding areas - Dominant Social Chameleon ISO stimuli

An author's note: Please read this post in it's entirety before you message me, I've added a follow up to answer most of the basic questions I've been asked over the last 3 years since I started posting my AD.
All my previous iterations were mostly about what role I could fulfill; and while this mostly still is true, walking amongst the elites the last week has opened my eyes... I'm looking for a complacent trophy to put on full display. Arriving to this city I already had a deep... Passion for power, governance; and just over all domination -- Washington DC fulfills my lust, and thirst for both political power, and monetary gain. Now I want, not need an adequate toy to share this experience with. Before I was playing conservatively; not anymore,
I've allowed my ego to rampant and on auto-pilot; thus far everything is according to design.
I'm as amoral as they come; I will eviscerate my way to the top of the governmental, and corporate ladder(s). I'm a retired hacker that has realized my full potential is being squandered away, so I'll begin to kick in the doors of 3 letter agencies until recruit me; or I die trying.
I've come to the conclusion that you need to make an impression with these sort of things, so I'm going to just let my words flow freely. So here we go:
Height: 5'7
Weight: 175, could stand to lose a few lbs to get my abs back.
Eyes: Brown eyes.
Hair: Long curly brown hair (think Slash Rose's illegitimate son.)
Race: White.
Ethnicity: Hispanic (Cuban.)
Languages: Spanish, English, Sign-language.
Profession: Network Engineer in NW DC.
Religion: Agnostic.
A little about me:
I like long walks on the beach, sunsets, oh did I mention that I'm a sadist, and that I'm utterly insane?
I've been called a silver tongued devil; Quick witted, charismatic, with just the right amount of sarcasm.
Hobbies: Not being bored, it's a lot harder than it sounds. I enjoy learning/conversing about The Universe/space, science, and technology. I was quite nomadic in my 20s, having visited two different countries, lived in over 17 states, visited over 38.
Music: I'm more of a rhythm of the beat type of person vs. lyrics, but generally I've found myself to enjoy electronica. Definitely like a lot 80s synth pop, but again, this is just the preference, not really against the rest of the genres.
Shows: Billions, Game of Thrones, Breaking Bad, Board Walk Empire, Billions, Rome, Deadwood, Halt and Catch Fire, The Sopranos, South Park, Mad Men, Dexter,
Movies: Beetlejuice, Brain Scan, Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb,
"What are you looking for?"
Well I can encompass a Master, a Dominant, or a Daddy, so it's really what can I provide for you?1
"How is such a thing possible?" Antisocial Personality Disorder (3.4 for those interested.)
"Why was it necessary to mention that?" To give credence as to how I can, and have been all aspects of Dominance.
"Monogamy or polyamory?" Favoritism towards polyamory, but seeing as it's rare to find multiple partners that allow me to explore my more sadistic side without tension, and/or drama, I'd go with monogamy if the individual allowed me to be depraved.
Preference in the following order: Slave, submissive, little (I will explain further below.)
Kinks: Sadism, TPE, CNC, bondage, degradation, humiliation, knife play, rope play, rape/abduction play, choking, impact play, spanking, hair pulling (I think you get the idea by now, there are still far more, here's a more comprehensive list.)
Experience: 15+ years.

So about that whole preference thing, as I am on the ASPD spectrum I'm capable of fulfilling whatever role(s) are required of me to get what I want. So let me explain further, I'm openly telling you far ahead of time that I lack emotions and empathy, with the hopes that me giving you the illusion of whatever it is you require, will be met with reciprocation of the kinks we can agree upon. This is where the waters get muddied for little's, I can definitely treat you like the princess you want to be, without all the douche-baggery you'll deal with as people tugging at your heart strings. Plenty of people around here pretend to be Daddies and will leave you absolutely heartbroken. Tired of games? Tired of bullshit? Well here's someone willing to give you all the care, attention, and affection you desire without any hassles.
"Why would you want to be a Daddy Dom given your lack of emotions, and empathy?"
I am a social chameleon. I've been perfecting my art for the majority of my life, I like the challenge. I like to learn people and, give them what they want with the idea that I get what I want in the end, it's called a social transaction. I know what respect is, and I believe I need to write a little about this. Once we've discussed clear limits, and terms, they shall not be crossed, it's counter productive for me to lose my play thing(s). I can be fiercely territorial of all my possessions, that includes the individual(s) I'm involved with, what is mine will be protected, whether you're a slave, a submissive, or a little.If you want someone to completely treat you like trash, I'm more than willingly to oblige, if you need a savior and a protector, well I can do that too. I'm able to encompass what is required; a means to an end.
"What are you looking for in a submissive?" I'd like it to extend outside of the bedroom, but if it doesn't, whatever, I'm not going to repeat myself, so hopefully you've read this in it's entirety.
"What are you looking for in a slave?" Mostly aesthetics, and objectification. Of course I'd expect loyalty, servitude, and there's a plethora more, but I don't feel I need to be too descriptive on this part.
Now that I've written a fucking novel about myself, let's get to you....
Age: I prefer them younger (18+) , but have dated women as old as 45; generally if I find you attractive, I won't care.
Height: the shorter the better, but I've dated women taller than myself, not a deal breaker.
Weight: I'd like someone on the smaller side, a few extra pounds will be acceptable, but no one overweight please, just not my thing.
I will list things below in order of preference, not necessarily a disqualifier. (This is only opinion, not a rating system.)
Race: White, but as long as I'm attracted I won't care, I don't discriminate.
Ethnicity: N/A read above.
Language(s): The more the merrier, accents are a huge plus, whether a southern drawl, or other.
Religion: I'm completely open to allowing you to practice whatever you'd like, just don't expect me to participate; I can be respectful of your beliefs, as long as you're respectful of mine, I am a man of science, The Universe is my religion (so to speak.)
Eyes: Blue, green, hazel, brown (If you have Heterochromia iridum you move to the front of the line, I like mutations.)
Hair: The longer the better, no preference as to style, as for color: I prefer true blondes, redheads, dirty blondes, and then brown.
Tattoos: Sure, whatever, as long as it's not overwhelming or flat out tacky, in this day in age it's harder to find someone with none, so as the trend follows above.
Piercings: Depends, some people can pull off septum piercings, but I personally dislike them, so if it compliments your facial features, sure why not. But there is definitely a breaking point where it becomes overwhelming and you just look like Hellraiser.
Education: Strong preference towards educated women, this does not necessarily mean academics, open to all.
Profession: No preference, but I do tend to like women in psychology (I have my reasons.)
Personality: If I have to learn "your" pronouns, or apologize for my "white male privilege" you can fuck right off; I don't care about politics.
Children: Strong preference in favor of not having them, unless we never intend to meet, or you don't expect a level of commitment from me to them, then I don't readily care, non-factor. To explain a tad bit, it isn't that I can't, I just would rather not raise children, I have too many plans in life that children would derail, maybe later.
If you're interested in communicating further, I prefer talking on these platforms and in this order: Discord, WhatsApp, Reddit Chat\, Skype, Kik,* open to other forms of contact.
\Reddit Chat isn't the same thing as their mailing system, just an FYI.*
Go ahead and shoot me a message, I'm waiting.

An update:
Well just to filter some things out, since I get this so many times... I will not be putting a big editorial process to this update(I say this now, after already re-reading, and editing a minimum of 5 times; I'm a slave to my own perfectionism,) so if you mostly have questions about me, ASPD, and things of the like, read this before you message me.

While I absolute love to talk about myself because I'm just such a narcissistic-hedonist, I also do get bored of repeating myself, even if it is a new person. As such read everything in it's entirety before you message me, as I'm going to entertain less, and less messages about me, and not what I'm seeking, I'd rather focus on only replying to potential partners, and absolutely nothing else, that being said if anything I have not covered in this update, or post still burns an answer from you, by all means message me.

"Were you formally diagnosed?"
I get asked about this A LOT, I'm not going to go into very many details, suffice it to say, yes, but it's been labeled as a misdiagnosis, all you need to know is I score high, and I do the things you'd expect, the pyromania, the violence that is actually associated at early age, the works, I'm not comfortable giving you more beyond that, and I will not be entertaining questions about my personal life, maybe a partner could ask me those questions, but I'm not letting you in my head, that's my game, not the other way around :).
Please do your own research beyond this point, it's borderline laziness how often I keep getting asked about this.

"Why are you so open about it(ASPD)?"
Isn't it obvious? A lot of you can't fathom why someone with ASPD would just openly come out, and admit to people, well I guess I really should've brushed up on this when I first made my post, or at least go into a far more descriptive detail than I had originally, so here goes:

If I'm ever to lead a sort of a long term relationship based on trust, and honesty, just how in the HELL do you expect me to explain this to you ever so casually? It's best to show your cards in the beginning, this is my own baggage, or some form there of.

There's two reasons I'm choosing to do this online, and vehemently under anonymity; 99% of you will be irrelevant to me, 99% of you will never meet me, it's just that simple, ergo why wouldn't I just preface my entire description as such, and as brutally honest as possible? Secondly I do not want a partner whom I need to continue to wear a mask for, I want to be me, the real me, the good, the bad, and the ugly.

What I find the most is women that fetishize the entire ordeal, that's all fine and dandy, but it does show just a lack of understanding about what APSD is as a whole, and to be perfectly blunt, you're wasting my time, I don't need to feed into your lonely thrill romance you spun in your head from watching true crime dramas. More often than not, this what happens, spare us the role-playing, I'm just not that bored.

One clear distinction I'd like to make, so I can stop getting asked about it, we DO have empathy, it's just not how YOU experience empathy. Think of a light switch, by default most of the population's is on, ours is off by default, and furthermore we have the ability to turn it on, and off. Yes, it is that simple, yes we use it for manipulation, now stop asking me about this, it's boring to repeat this.

Boredom, rage. This is what I'm capable of in the dark, empathy off. I'm constantly seeking stimuli, if you notice by actually looking through my posts, I've moved a ton of times, and always national parks... New atmosphere, new adventures, new dangers, you know, the shit that gets your heart pumping, adrenaline. This is my favorite drug, this is the high I constantly chase to kill the boredom. Rage is just self explanatory, my defaults are animalistic.
I am fully capable of experiencing all emotions, it's just for the most part, because I don't want do, I don't allow myself to.

For the longest time I told myself who cares if I burn bridges in my wake, I'm building a highway in its place. Mostly still true, and I absolutely use it on a daily basis for survival, I must stress, and emphasize survival, here is why; I'm human, like the rest of you, what do you do on a daily basis, if not find means, and ways to survive, and entertain yourself? I know no other way other than to use people to my advantage, I minimize the damage where I can, and move about my daily existence, guilt, and worry free about doing any wrong, an argument could be made that we all use each other in some weight, or capacity, and that's good enough for me.

I'm sure by now you're probably wondering what the hell any of that has to do with anything, it's simple if the point flew over your head, again. I'm tired of manipulating people, using them, abusing them, discarding them, I didn't grow a conscious I'm not "growing" as a person, but much more likely, I'm just bored of the routine, or the process, which has become the symphony of my life.

I by no means ever want to experience this love you all chase like Alice clumsily falling down the rabbit hole. I've seen it so much in my life it's downright pathetic, and I actually feel bad for those of you that have such strong emotions, see empaths. You're slaves to these emotions, you let people use and manipulate you, you've been hurt, and had your heart ripped from your chest, and it feels like you no longer have purpose, lacking direction, and meaning in life. I merely know this from generally observing humans for most of my natural born life. I'm more than happy to remain the way I have always been, and never wish to experience emotions in the way you do, I find it to be an advantage, one I can apply to more important things in life, like the pursuit of knowledge.

I hope the psych nerds will now stop asking me these questions, I've paid my dues.

My preferences, are just that, a list of my preferences, at no point in any of my writing did I say I was prejudice between one thing, or that I show favoritism. I merely made a chart listing some of the attributes that I myself, personally find to be significant to me, but that isn't to say, or detract from other things. It's the equivalent of asking me if I prefer Metallica, or Megadeth; well I'm going to say I prefer one over the other, but I enjoy both, and the genre as a whole, the genre being women in this case. I enjoy women for my own personal entertainment, and amusement -- which makes it all the more hilarious to me when I get called a misogynist.
so please spare me all your comments, and messages telling me that it's so "intimidating", if my post intimidates you, what can I really even begin to say about that? It doesn't sound like we'd be compatible, or much less you'd be able to accept me as a person, in any case this is a personal issue.

"You Need Help!"
I know what the help is, they just remind you repeatedly that your actions have consequences, they do not prescribe a medication for this, just therapy, and I know enough already to check myself, it really is that easy.
"To My Adoring Fans"
You call me an edge-lord, cringe, and a wide range of inane insults, that truly don't phase me, since I get a lot of these messages, I thought I'd give you my rebuttal; just so you know I sleep naked so that anyone that doesn't like me, can kiss my ass - feel free to visit anytime!
P.S.S: I now operate, function, and walk amongst the elite of the nation; I see my kind everywhere, this is what Rome must of felt like in it's heyday; Cicero you clever bastard... I bid you all adieu -- and depart with this:
{"Το σύμπαν είναι αλλαγή. η ζωή μας είναι αυτό που την κάνουν οι σκέψεις μας.";}
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2023.03.25 01:18 guacamolewitch Became the embodiment of evil

hi… The things I’m going to say are going to sound ridiculously unhealthy and delusional but it’s my experience.
I think I got targeted by the Illuminati to become a force of evil. You know how John lennons killer said the music made him kill john? Something like that happened to me, except I didn’t kill anyone. Edit: they found me because I did a DNA test & I have the 12 strand DNA for ascension
I was supposed to be on the cusp of ascension, but I didn’t know what ascension meant. I was also taking mushrooms and edibles at this time, 2021. Basically you meet someone who triggers you & you overcome the triggers by practicing the spirits of Christ & your consciousness ascends along with helping the planet. I didn’t know that.
So in my mind I had just gone out of my first date ever with a man who decided to physically assault me. And because of this ,in my head decided I was just not meant to be loved by a man. And I got over it, it was fine.
But then 2 months later things started getting weird…I started getting like voices in my head, but only when I microdosed. I even saw an Angel & it told me I was going to go insane. But I thought it just meant I was insane for seeing it. I told people I saw this Angel but no one thought it was alarming or anything…then things really started going downhill.
I was listening to a song called Angel on my shoulder, and I learned to play it on my keyboard. I thought it was so cool…the lyrics are Angel on my shoulder it cannot be you… And then….well I had just watched Donnie darko & the artist, sega bodega posted a picture that reminded me of Donnie darko so I thought cool we’re on the same page. Then…I went to the Reddit thread 666…and I found a binary code post…I asked what it meant. They said it means ‘you’re next’ and I messaged them, asked if they’d seen the Angel, they said yes.
And I believed them. I was already completely out of my mind. Then on 10/09 some people came into my workplace, a lady dressed head to toe in red with roses..and a man in black. They came up to me and….I became convinced that I was like either going to get sacrificed or join a cool club.
Then I went home, took an EDIBLE and I thought myself into a loop of satan coming to claim my soul.
4 days later I had a horrific trip that I couldn’t wake up from… And I started texting people insane things that I would normally never say. And that’s when I ruined my life and someone else’s…I began to talk about CSA and how we need to heal from it. I told him I was a goddess, an anime character.. And then I went into complete psychosis. Over the next year I continued to message him about THE IMPORTANCE OF HEALING and why my ‘spiritual mission’ was to share how I was doing this. I talked about how he needed to learn to love himself, how it wasn’t okay to push me & how I didn’t like the way he talked about himself(demeaningly)
This entire time I was convinced I was princess kaguya, Eurydice, chang’o.
I told him he was Orpheus and that his ex killed him in a past life. And I spoke to him as if I was Eurydice & he left me to die.
I was completely convinced I was doing positive things. I literally thought god was using me. I lost my entire identity.
I also told him that this was about the NWO and that there are agendas in the world & that ALL MEN JUST NEED TO ACCEPT THEIR FEMININITY in order to be able to emotionally process their trauma, as men are the most oppressed people in the world & also the most afraid.
I don’t understand wtf happened to me. I literally never cared about this stuff before. It all just came into my head rapidly. I ruined my entire life and I hurt someone in the WORST NIGHTMARE kind of way. My life is not worth living anymore.
The worst thing I said; wow. You never thought this would happen. When are you going to realize you’re more than who you think you are.
I LITERALLY WENT INSANE and I deserve to die. I….am now the worst person to have ever existed. I failed at life. Fuck
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2023.03.25 01:09 jadoresleep I feel lost not knowing how to decompress in an consistently overstimulated life.

Unfortunately this is mostly a vent, but advice is extremely welcome.
My house is rarely ever quiet, I have to take care of kids that aren’t even mine 5x a week. My Dad’s a narcissist, My mom overstimulates me w/conversations etc sometimes when I feel nonverbal, my job has been extremely stressful and I can’t stand being told I did something wrong for something so small! ( It feels like a personal attack) I’m always overthinking and my sleep schedule is utter garbage. I’m pretty sure I have revenge bedtime procrastination. I probably have undiagnosed adhd and ocd + anxiety etc etc but don’t make enough to see a professional yet.
I cant move out because where I live is disgustingly overpriced (and don’t really see myself living elsewhere) I feel like I don’t know what I’m doing as an adult who’s almost 30 in a few years and everyone else knows the answers besides me! I don’t have a dream job or career or passion or anything I’m literally just existing as the days go by 😩 The News also doesn’t help! (But I like to be informed)
I try to focus on My hobbies as a past time, but eventually my brain just goes back to the problems. I know other people have it worse and I don’t like to “victimize” myself but really I just feel so helpless sometimes.
TLDR: Chaotic life and brain, need advice for inner peace.
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2023.03.25 01:07 Sc_e1 Peace (Daily Hu Tao day 423)(By: 阿塔法p )

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2023.03.25 01:07 CBR954RRBandit Anarchy in daily life

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2023.03.25 01:03 MrPudding101 opiate

am i the only one that interprets the meaning of the song to drug addiction? i know it’s about religion. i still agree with the original meaning, but i can relate more to the song the way i interpret the lyrics. with “god” being a literal opiate and the subject being deaf, blind, dumb and born to follow addiction due to their genetics. i also think the gaping lotus experience fits better as we are given opiates by the government but we’re punished for using much safer and oftentimes healing psychedelics. wondering if anyone else did that?
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2023.03.25 01:02 Rinshuu [PC] [Early 2010s-Mid 2010s] Weird Running Life Simulator Game with Music that Vinesauce played

Platform(s): PC
Genre: Life simulator, walking simulator, weird, art
Estimated year of release: Early 2010s - Mid 2010s
Graphics/art style: Simple 3D graphics (think like Unity)
So, as the title says its a PC game that the popular streamer Vinny (Vinesauce) played, I think, around 2014-2017 (?).
I tried looking through a bunch of playlists + his channel, but it would honestly take me hours to go back 6 years and look through all the videos, so I'm asking here first in case someone knows the game.

The game is a weird simulator game about growing up. Basically the whole game is 3D rail running simulator where you have to run into good/bad influences in order to proceed to the next stage. The stages are, iirc:
Sperm stage
Toddler stage
Child stage (you run through a school)
Teen stage (there's like gross acne you have to avoid)
Adult stage
Senior stage (you end the stage by going up a ramp into some light)

The game was crowdfunded (I think, I might be wrong) and had a bunch of controversies surrounding it because it was a very weird 3D sequel/remake to a pretty well-liked 2D life simulator game for the commodore or SNES (something old, lol)
Each stage also had an unique soundtrack with some weirdly on-the-nose lyrics (think ala "I'm a baby. I'm a baby" for the baby stage)

If someone remembers this game, PLEASE let me know. If I remember correctly, it had a latin name (like "deux corpus" or something silly like that)
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2023.03.25 01:00 ScaryBananaMan Is there another version of this song by Tupac?

Okay so I swear to God I KNOW I have heard the lyrics to "How Long Will They Mourn Me" but to a different beat/in a different song (also by Tupac), whether it's an entirely different song or just a remix of the original, but Google is absolutely failing me. It's at the very least the first few verses. Please hit me with any ideas bc this is driving me crazy
Edit: and it's not any of the "remix" versions on YouTube, at least that I have found... e.g. when you search "how long will they mourn me remix" - those all have a similar beat, what I'm thinking of is a different/distinct beat
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2023.03.25 00:59 Secret-Tomatillo5044 Queen's Hound

(Vague and brief descriptions of sexual activity, viewer discretion advised)
David took one more look through the window before shutting it. He couldn't have anyone see what was going on. Jack quickly tossed the bound individual through the door. They grunted out of annoyance as opposed to fear. Jack, almost appearing scared, flung the key David gave him to the side and slammed the door.
“Congratulations, you're out of the dog house.” David grinned, calmly walking to the keys, bending down to be at eye level with the individual on the floor. Their look was more neutral than expected, but a tangible spark of malice was present.
“Aw, what's wrong? Don't like being on the floor? I thought you were used to that.” David remarked with forced doe eyes. The person looked away, trying not to engage with the brunette. David dragged them across the ground, sitting them on the couch. They began growling through their cloth gag, gradually wetting it with spit as David stood across from them with the world’s most condescending smile.
“I'd like to say that it's good to see you again, but we both know that would be a lie. I don't have many strong feelings for you, which I think goes for everyone in your life.” He chuckled, leaning towards them to remove their gag. As soon as it was removed they attempted to bite him, though he saw this coming and backed up.
“Ugh, why the fuck did you bring me here?” they spat, wriggling in their restraints.
“I brought you here to clean you up before we meet with Zander again. He's forced me into a deal where I return you so my info won't be leaked.” They rolled their eyes whilst groaning loudly, confusing David.
“Goodness, for someone who’s escaping captivity and torture, you sure aren't very grateful,” David remarked while pulling out a comb from a cloth bag.
“Because I'm not escaping shit! You're the one choosing to get me out of my situation, I don't even get the dignity of leaving because of my efforts!” David took out a folded pink blouse and set it on the table between him and his captive.
“I understand how that can be frustrating if I was in your situation, which I never would be since I would have escaped months ago. I'd be pissed at someone playing doll house with my life too. But that's the thing if you were truly as capable as you claim to be you wouldn't have to wait for my interference.” David walked off to the small kitchen connected to the living room, not paying attention to the specific ways his victim’s hands were moving.
“Please, until you're in my position you can't say that you'd handle it better than me. You can make as many flimsy predictions as you want, but the moment you step into my world your scenarios won't reflect shit.” David shrugged, pulling out a half-empty cup of iced coffee.
“I'd argue against that but I won’t bother since I know you won't listen. I could explain my reasoning in a myriad of ways and you’d still block it out.” The bound individual scoffed.
“Like your one to talk about listening to others. Last I checked, you're the one who's been trying to fix the same milk toast guy since high school no matter how many people tell you it's a waste of time.” David didn't respond, taking a sip of his drink.
“Yeah that made you shut your trap fast didn't it?”
David set his beverage on the table and approached his captive. Joining them on the couch in uncomfortable proximity.
“For a moment yes, but only because I needed a second to word what I'm about to say in a way you’d understand.” he smiled to the chagrin of the captive.
“Zander isn't some random former classmate, I selected him in the same way a breeder selects a dog. I evaluated many others before choosing him. To people like you, my pursuit appears meaningless since you aren't gaining the knowledge I am. If you knew what I knew, you wouldn't be able to resist going further either. I've seen into the mind of this man further than he has. I've run my hands over every inch of his psyche and molded him into a silhouette even closer to my affection. Ideally, I’d create the perfect entity and we'd repeat the process together on another, but I no longer have the time for that.” The bound individual stared dumbfounded. Taking a breath before replying, needing a moment to process the mountain of words that had been thrown at them.
“Wow, you must be the most talented gymnast on the planet for all the mental gymnastics you just did,” they stated bluntly.
“I gotta give you credit, that's the most sensible explanation someone could give for this. Not that it’s saying much since this is completely delusional.” David rolled his eyes, pulling out a pair of light jeans from the same bag as the blouse. The captive looked down at the completed outfit with disgust.
“Well, I described it in the most digestible way I could, but I suppose that doesn't matter since you don't want to give what I've said serious thought. Regardless, I still need to make you look presentable for this exchange. I assume you wouldn’t want me to dress you so I'll untie you and allow you to do it yourself, but don't try to run off because trust me I’ve prepared for that.” They looked down at the garments with disdain. David observed their expression further, there was a hint of sadness. He found it odd at first but soon understood what was wrong.
“I know it's stupid but do you have anything else I can wear? This stuff feels wrong to me.” They commented as David untied their wrists.
“I don't have a lot of masculine clothes in my wardrobe that I think you'd like but I can look. I know that this outfit doesn't reflect your current self but it's what I was provided.” The captive rubbed their wrists and began to free their ankles.
“It’s alright, honestly I didn't expect you to do anything especially after I insulted your logic, so this is a nice surprise.” They said, spreading their legs so they could sit more comfortably.
“I understand the importance of gender affirming clothing, you deserve to wear something that represents you.” Their eyes widened upon hearing the mention of their gender.
“W-wait you know about my identity?!” they asked defensively.
“Yes, and don't worry, I respect it. Jack filled me in on everything involving your gender identity including that your current pronouns are they/them and that your preferred name is Mad Dog. Though even if he didn't make me aware of that, I would have asked about it upon seeing your masculine appearance. Your completely flat chest and stubble didn't go unnoticed by me.” They calmed down, loosening their posture.
“Oh wow, alright, I didn't expect you to take that so well. A lot of people don't understand and just right me off. So I sort of expected the same from you.” David frowned while approaching them.
“That’s unfortunate, I know you have little reason to trust me, but at least trust that I won't purposely misgender or use the wrong name for you.” The feminine individual’s understanding in tandem with his appearance made Mad Dog have questions.
“Alright I trust you with that and it's appreciated but I have to ask. Do you see yourself as something that isn’t male?” David sighed, folding his arms and glancing at the floor.
“I don’t express it to anyone apart from Jack and Jackson, but yes. I see myself as a woman and feel most comfortable when I’m perceived as such. IIt’s been hard since Sophie has actively punished me for being the way I am. Even setting my injectable hormones on fire in front of me” Despite Mad Dog’s heavy dislike of the woman they couldn't help but feel sympathy for her in this instance. For a moment they were even tempted to say sorry, but they couldn't bring themselves to do it.
“Well you're out to me, and I’ll respect your identity as well. You might be a bitch but you still deserve to be addressed correctly.” She laughed, unfolding her arms.
“Hehe, thank you, Mad Dog, now help me get you something to wear.” She responded in a lighter tone than earlier. They followed her into her bedroom as she looked through her suitcase.
“Hmmm, I have a purple button-up, would you like that? I don't think my jeans will fit you well since your legs are noticeably thinner than mine, but you can try them on if you'd like.” They looked around the room as she spoke, as they expected, it was rather barren. They knew that David didn't stay in one place for long so it made sense that she never got time to settle in.
“Were you listening?” she asked, appearing at their side with the dress shirt in hand. They flinched at her sudden appearance, shifting their gaze to the item.
“Oh, nah I'm good just wearing my pants, even though they could probably use a wash.” They rubbed the back of their head, the grease in their hair becoming prevalent as they pulled their hand away.
“You could use a wash too, the stench that surrounds you is quite dreadful. If I was going off scent alone I would really think that you're a stray dog.” She joked, tossing the shirt back onto her bed.
“I'd like to say you're wrong but unfortunately you're spot on,” they responded putting their hands up, she giggled at the gesture.
“I’ll take you to the restroom and let you know what stuff you're allowed to use. I might be feeling merciful but I don't want you using my good shampoo. I won't see you after tonight but I live with my curls every day.” she remarked, poking her textured hair for emphasis.
“Heh, you know I’m starting to get why so many people fall for you. You’re pretty charming when you want to be. With a face like that, I'd almost call you cute.” She was suspicious of the partial compliment, questioning the motive behind it.”
“Awe, you're such a sweetheart, giving me half a compliment after I've shown you kindness.” she crouched slightly and patted her legs.
“Do you want a treat for doing the bare minimum?” She mocked. Mad Dog’s face turned sour in response.
“Ugh, I take it back, guess you can't take a win unless it goes in the exact way you want.” She adjusted her position and shrugged.
“In my eyes, the less you have to compromise the greater the victory.” Before Mad Dog could respond she started walking to the restroom, motioning for them to come along. Once they were inside, David hung up a fresh towel and opened the shower door. Turning the knob clockwise while describing how to adjust the temperature.
“See that 3 in one bottle? That's what I’ll have you use, I’ve never touched the stuff but I keep it as a last resort.” Mad Dog watched her as she explained everything, her body language was relaxed and inviting. Seeing her in such a mundane situation was fascinating. They wondered how someone like her could appear so normal.
“That's good with me, I'm not picky about that kind of thing,” they spoke, removing their raggedy shirt. Her eyes widened at the sight of their nipple piercings and tapered abdominal hair. They smiled at her expression, she looked at them with an embarrassment they couldn't have pictured on her face.
“Jeez calm down lady, I know this isn't the first time you've seen nipple piercings.” they playfully winked, taking off their pants.
“I don't need to be calmed, trust me I've seen better. I’m just surprised by how comfortable you are.” Mad Dog removed their chest jewelry, a subtle smirk developing on their face.
“Nah, at this point my stomach is made of steel, it takes a lot to make me uneasy. Hell, you could see me with my whole cock out and I wouldn't care!” they jested, setting the metal pieces on the countertop. David was taken aback by the crude comment, awkwardly looking away.
“Oh, alright then, anyway I’ll let you get clean. Just don't take too long. Also, the blue washcloth is mine, use the red one.” She responded, trying to hold her composure after Mad Dog’s words painted a strange picture in her mind.
“Heh, I'll make sure to remember that and don't worry about me taking long, I've practically been conditioned into taking short showers.” David nodded, leaving them alone to tidy up. When the door was closed, the woman took a deep breath. Things with Zander were coming to an end whether she liked it or not. She flopped on her couch, allowing the festering dread inside her to take hold. She’d been bottling it up for those around her, but she couldn't take it anymore.
“This is it,” she told herself quietly, staring up at the off-white ceiling.
From the moment she got Sophie’s message about Zander needing to die, cracks began to form.
She couldn't be weak in front of Zander, especially not during their final showdown. She couldn't cry in front of him, she couldn't show how much she’d miss him, she couldn't hold him, she couldn't ask him what he thinks she should do after the game is over. The more she thought about the upcoming meeting the more she dreaded it. Whatever she’d say to him would be heavily condensed and sanitized, which hurt her in a way she couldn't explain. David put her hand in between the couch cushions to retrieve her lucky shirt. A striped tee she'd stolen from Zander’s room towards the beginning of the dare.
“I wish I could be weak around you, you don't understand how much I want to weep into you.” she shakily stated, hugging the cloth.
“I wanted things to end differently, I truly did, but I don't have a choice.” Tears began to develop in her eyes.
“You were so close to reaching me, the way you used your audience was impeccable! If given just a year or so more to live we could have finally been on the same level. Acknowledging the demented elements intrinsic to each other, but still finding happiness.” Water flowed from her eyes as she clung to the clothing item.
“It’s no use though, you’ll be gone before I can even explain any of this. Fuck, I wish I could just have a real conversation with you!” she threw the shirt to the ground, almost throwing herself off the couch along with it. Despite all the time she’d spent with him, she felt like she’d never spoken to him as herself. Come to think of it, she never spoke to anyone as her authentic self. Despite multiple people claiming to have strong feelings about her, in reality, they only felt that way about a fraction of her or a character she’d played. Once Zander was gone, she’d lose the closest thing to a genuine connection.
“No, no, no,” she sobbed, it was all crashing around her. Images of the things she’d done up to this point overlapped in her mind. Highlighting how much she’d put herself through to get to where she is. Years of planning, multiple human lives, all sacrificed for nothing. Each heinous act she’d taken part in was now a meaningless act of violence, making her no better than a bloodthirsty monster. She was content with being morally in the wrong, but she couldn't bear her efforts lacking purpose.
The faint noise of pouring water dissipated as she curled into a ball. She ignored it, sinking further into her sorrow. Zander had told her that she'd need to meet him at a particular time, but at this point, she’d lost track.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Mad Dog rudely asked, kneeling before her with a towel tightly wrapped around their waist. She slowly turned to face them with a distraught expression. Barely processing their presence in the midst of her breakdown.
“These walls ain't that thick, I heard what you were weeping about.” She was upset with their insensitivity but didn't have the energy to respond.
“You’ve done nothing but destroy this man’s life and now that he can finally be free from the hell you’ve created, you're having a hissy fit!” they chastised, with more vitriol than she’d ever heard from them.
“At this point death is a sweet release! If you had even a shred of sanity or real feeling you’d be happy for him!” Her face scrunched up further, she was not equipped to handle their words. She just wanted to process in peace, but they wouldn't let that happen.
“God lady, why the fuck are you breaking down over this?!” they yelled at her, it was too much and she screamed throwing a pillow at their stomach.
“BECAUSE I CAN’T HAVE THIS ALL BE FOR NOTHING!” she shot up and pulled them closer to her by their hair.
“I CAN’T HAVE THE PAST SEVEN YEARS OF MY LIFE BE USELESS! I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I’M GOING TO DO AFTER THIS, SO AT THE VERY LEAST I SHOULD BE ABLE TO PROPERLY FINISH THIS! ” she screamed out, spitting into their face. They stared dumbfounded at her as she relinquished her grip. They’d heard about how skilled she was at faking feelings, but they could tell this was real. Regardless, they had little sympathy for her.
“There you go, admit what we both knew. You only care about him dying cause it's not what you’d envisioned in your sick little fantasy. All this pseudo-psychological bullshit is just an excuse to disguise what you actually are. A soulless sadist who doesn't have anything to her outside of fucked up games!” She sobbed, putting her hands over her face to catch her tears.
“That’s how I have to interact with people! I can't feel them so I have to analyze and try my best to find joy! It's no secret I'm fucked up, but this is just how I function.” She responded, gaining some more composure. Mad Dog held back a smile when staring at her reddish face. Seeing the usually confident woman weakened satisfied them in multiple ways. Prompting them to continue prodding at her.
“You're still selfish for mourning experiences instead of people. Only giving a shit cause of what you can no longer get out of them.” David’s expression was grim as she gazed back at the long-haired individual.
“I never said I wasn't, besides you do realize that everyone mourns people for experiences right? Just like you’ll be upset that you can't spend time with a family member once they’re gone, I’ll be sad I won't be able to spend time with Zander. My relationship with him is not healthy by traditional standards, hell it's hardly a relationship at this point. But I’ll still miss the time we spent, and sulk over what was taken.” Mad Dog calmed their stance, sitting down at the edge of the couch. Their legs dangled near hers since they were facing toward her.
“You along with most people hate that I can't express real emotions, but when I finally do you get hyper-critical of my reasoning? I’m not asking for sympathy, I'm just asking to be allowed to feel. I don't think you’ll ever understand how crushing it is to sacrifice so much only to fail. Mad Dog, my mother is dead, I gave up the last of my family for this.” They looked down at her, the gleam in her eyes pulled at their heartstrings, a mix of sadism and empathy kicking in. On one hand, they did feel sad seeing someone in such a state, on the other, it was David King. A woman who had set them on a dark path by allowing Sophie to keep them captive. A woman with little respect for them, evidenced by her using them as a bargaining chip with Zander. In that instant, the desire to comfort was matched with the desire to humiliate.
“Okay, that was a pretty good act, you got me a little there honestly. Now, what do you want?” They inquired with a notable drawl.
“If you insist on staying, can I lay with you? I get that it's weird especially since you aren’t dressed yet, so it's fine if you don’t. I just need the feeling of being held” she requested quietly, with her knees to her chest. For Mad Dog, it was hard to say no when she, in their opinion, looked so pathetic. Secretly, they thought her desperation was attractive. So now that she was expressing the need to be touched, they took advantage of the opportunity.
“That's a lot of words to ask for a hug.” They kidded, making her crack a modest smile.
“But yeah, I can do that, at the very least you'll smell better than the last person I laid with,” they commented, trying to sound wholesome to hide their true intentions.
“And who was that?” she questioned, a slightly warmer tone emerging. They picked her up, throwing her over their shoulder. Enjoying the feeling of grabbing her. She was a bit heavy but they didn't complain.
“Hate to break it to you, but Zander, bro gets sweaty as hell during summer nights, meanwhile I have a high tolerance for heat. It was pretty awkward.” She scoffed, tugging on a bit of their wet hair.
“Ah, alright sorry for bringing him up. I know this ain't the time.” They opened the door to her bedroom and dropped her on the bed. The landing was a bit harsh but the plush of the mattress made up for it. The woman got under her comforter and Mad Dog joined her, wrapping their arms around her waist. Their damp body was cold but she didn't care, she just wanted to be held. They gradually got warmer as they stayed by her side and shifted their position. She was still crying as they cuddled her.
“Hey, it'll be okay, you're a skilled lady, you'll land on your feet,” they assured her as her body shook. Her heavy breaths were apparent, she was making them out of distress, but they triggered inappropriate images in Mad Dog’s mind.
“A woman as beautiful as you could probably start modeling.” they complimented, the words catching the woman’s attention.
“Really?” she asked softly,
“Of course! If I didn't know better, I'd start spoiling you the moment we lock eyes,” they playfully answered, wrapping their arms around her waist. She turned to face them, there was a shift in their demeanor. The way they spoke was almost sensual.
“You’ve spent a lot of time working, I say you just become a sugar baby. You're one of the few people in this ugly-ass world who’s hot enough for some rich dude to shower you with gifts.” they partly kidded, moving their arms up to rub her shoulders. At this point, she knew what they were doing. Still, she chose to hold off her comment since she was a sucker for praise.
“Thank you Mad Dog,” she replied, she was no longer crying, which Mad Dog had mixed feelings on.
“Hey, I want to apologize for what I said earlier, I should have left you alone. You deserve better treatment than that and I’ll make an effort to make it up to you.” They smiled, moving their arms to her lower back. Despite the sweet words, their tone was audibly sleazy. It was clear to David what they were holding back.
“Do you think I’m pretty?” she asked innocently, they took a deep breath before responding.
“Are you kidding me? You're so much more than pretty. You're smart, determined, focused, brave, and yeah, pretty sexy.” She smiled smugly, a distinct sheen appearing in her eyes. Confusion overcame Mad Dog as she began giggling.
“What, not used to hearing me say sexy?” The woman’s giggles soon grew into cackling. Mad Dog looked away from her, taking it as a reminder of her insanity.
“Hahaha! I’m sorry, I just think it's so funny that you're blunt about everything, but when it comes to this you feel the need to ease me in! You're so quick to say what’s on your mind, but now you’re trying to be a charmer. It's simply hilarious!” They let go of her and sat themselves up, though her position remained the same.
“What the hell are you talking about? I’m not trying anything, what led me to this point is simple. I made you feel worse when you were crying, felt guilty about it, and agreed to give you sympathy snuggles. That’s it!” Her expression turned serious as she twirled a strand of their long hair.
“You're not good at subtlety, I understand your entire scumbag strategy. First, you’ll try to break down my self-esteem by saying my feelings aren't valid. Second, you’ll swoop in and shower me with compliments so I’ll warm up to you. Lastly, you’ll apologize so you can look like a good guy and convince me to sleep with you. I might be vulnerable but I’m not stupid.” They rubbed their temples, looking down at her with a newfound resentment.
“Okay fine, maybe I saw that you were feeling down and took advantage of the situation. But it's not malicious, it's something to cheer you up. I think it would be a nice experience to take your mind off things. Not much room to use your brain when you're giving it right?” She cringed at their joke.
“Don’t waste my time with these lovey-dovey lies if you just want to get your rocks off. I get it, you think you’ll be such a badass for shoving your dick in the thing that ruined your life.” She pulled the blanket down, exposing the lower half of their body.
“You're a shithead, but honestly, I’ve slept with people worse than you. I’ll do this, but only because I want to see how long your weak ass will last with me.” She pulled off their towel and crawled to the lower half of the bed, pressing her head against their crotch. Mad Dog took a deep breath before she started stroking their genitals. The first few minutes were pleasurable but awkward.
They thought they’d feel strong having such a feared, well-respected woman sleep with them, but they didn't. Sure, physically it was stimulating, especially since this was the first time they were intimate since their bottom surgery, but outside of the catharsis that came with that, it was a rather dull experience. They thought she’d have a lot more energy than she did. David felt entirely neutral, it wasn't awful but there was no chemistry present. She could tell they were disappointed, which added to her annoyance. In truth, she was only doing this because she doubted that she’d get the opportunity to sleep with someone for a while. She never stayed anywhere long enough to form a relationship and her options were limited as a trans woman. There was a hint of additional bitterness knowing that Mad Dog had been in a relationship with Zander.
Why did they get to go on fun movie dates and hang out with his friends? She’d kill to have one more positive interaction with him. He was vanilla personified, which is what she loved about him. He was so malleable, just a couple of well-mixed ingredients and he’d be something entirely new. Still, the base of his identity was endearing enough on its own. The more she thought about him the more she wished she was being intimate with him instead. She never thought of him in a lewd manner before, but the idea was beginning to sound enticing. She knew he didn't have long, so wouldn't it be nice to pleasure him before his inevitable loss? It was morbid, but it was preferable to reality.
“God I miss you~” she murmured with her eyes shut as she thought of him. Mad Dog looked down at her with confusion. She laid on her back and pulled them in deeper, they shivered from the feeling.
She could picture it clearly, him gazing at her with a mixture of arousal and disgust. An ounce of frustration let out with each movement. The conflicting thoughts that would run through his mind were already enough to motivate her. It was such an intriguing prospect that she began to yearn for it. Almost entirely blocking Mad Dog’s presence from her mind, imagining her favorite little purebred instead. Mad Dog didn't know why she suddenly became so passionate but it didn't matter to them. They were getting a better experience so the reasoning was irrelevant in their eyes. The long-haired individual got harsher as they continued, getting animalistic with how they handled her. She said some strange things that didn't apply to them but it was easy to ignore in their lustful pride-infused haze. The bigger the reaction, the more successful they felt. Though, in the end, they had run out of stamina faster than her.
“Oh fuck, we did it.” they huffed, laying down in a sweaty heap. She got off them, stretching her back. Her bottom was sore, the fresh bite marks stung, and her skin was still reddish in certain areas.
“You're lucky I wasn't thinking about you, or else this would have ended a lot faster.” she snarled, hopping off the bed. They smirked, as unflattering as it was to admit, this was the best time they’d ever had.
“Yeah whatever, I put in work, and it paid off, so you could be picturing my ex for all I care.” they laughed weakly, coughing midway through.
“Good to know, 'cause that’s exactly who was on my mind,” she responded smugly, knowing it would upset them. Their laughter stopped, turning into a disappointed groan.
“Fuck lady, you seriously can't get this guy out of your head for a millisecond.” they chastised, she looked back at them while pulling a teal dress out of a bag.
“I’m not sure if you have the right to complain since you're the one who tried to emotionally break me down so I’d let you fuck me.” they darted their eyes away with a hint of guilt.
“Thanks to you both of us will probably arrive half an hour late, now get dressed.” she sternly commanded, her voice displaying the power they wish they’d gained from the experience long term. They got their clothes back on while she ironed her dress. Once the wrinkles were out she went into the bathroom to wash the smell of sex away. Mad Dog sat on the couch and flicked on the TV while waiting for her. As they channel surfed fatigue settled in, making them drift off to sleep.
In their slumber, they relived the day they met David. Up until this point they’d heard of her but had never interacted with her. When she came into their holding cell she appeared soulless, an unfeeling machine disguised as a human. Anger clouded over them when they saw her. If they weren't chained up, they would have lunged and bitten her face off like a rabid dog. Not because they hated her, but because they hated that she put them in such an inferior position. Throughout their life, they were forced to be a victim in many regards. So being the kidnapped love interest in a cage was the last straw. From that day onward, they promised themselves that they’d do something to assert power over her when she was at her weakest.
“Anything you want to say to me?” David asked, wrapping duct tape around their wrists. They jolted up, peering down to find that their ankles had gotten the same treatment.
“Oh, shit, we’re leaving now?” They asked sleepily, meeting her gaze again. She was wearing sleek dark makeup that complimented every one of her facial features. They were surprised by the elegance that radiated from her.
“Yes we are, and I’ll have to tape your mouth soon so if you have anything to say you have to say it now.” they frowned, there were a lot of things they wanted to say. They’d experienced so much emotional whiplash with her that it was hard to condense their thoughts into a few parting words. She rolled more tape, attempting to apply it to their face.
“Wait, I have something! They yelled, causing her to abruptly jerk her hands away.
“When this is over you should start focusing on yourself. Not Sophie, not psychology, not any crazy dares. I think your main issue is that you build your life around achieving goals or getting answers to questions that apply to others. If you spent some quality time finding yourself, I think you could not only be a better person but happier overall too.” She was speechless, she hadn't expected something so profound from them. The words cut deep, making her realize how little she knew about herself. Maybe that was the core reason why she didn't want to be alone, ‘cause if she was, then she wouldn't even have herself to keep her company. She fell into a slight haze while taking in their words, snapping back to reality when the roll of tape fell out of her hand.
“Oh shit,” she murmured, bending over to grab it. Mad Dog smiled at her moment of clumsiness, wishing they’d gotten to know that stripped-back, human version of the woman more. David ripped off the piece she first unraveled, applying it to Mad Dog’s cheek with embarrassment upon realizing how short it was. They let out a final snicker, finding her mundane error to be the most endearing thing they’d seen from her. David sighed while wrapping the multiple layers of duct tape around their head. Soon their face was replaced by a gray adhesive cocoon, with nothing more than their hickory brown eyes visible. Gazing into her reflection in their sclera, she uttered her final words to them.
“This whole night has been a roller coaster, and while I can't call you a friend, I can thank you for the experience. You made me address issues that have been festering for years, something I didn't think anyone could do. I might not like you, but I don’t hate you either. If you know anything about me, you know I love seeing people develop their own type of strength, which you’ve done. So for that, I give well wishes, goodbye Mad Dog.”
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