I secretly hope I meet my ex on a rp site one day and he fucks my shit up for being whatever the fuck I was as a teenager while also coming to agree I'm an about 15% improved human being. But, it is fair to mention, I'm not sure what he was supposed to be back then either that damn furry I s2g.
Mariana Collie
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STATUS: Facehook be like: [Homophobic Christian post] = 10/10 stars, congrate, reshare. [Islam hates women, so how is it feminist post] = BANNE ACCOUNT DISABLED DELET THIS. True life story wtaf. 6 yrs ago
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Facehook be like: [Homophobic Christian post] = 10/10 stars, congrate, reshare. [Islam hates women, so how is it feminist post] = BANNE ACCOUNT DISABLED DELET THIS. True life story wtaf.
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So I took the advice of a friend who helped me down from a bad place, and decide I need more help than I've been seeking. I don't know what it means, it might mean moving, hospital, idk. I find out.
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DOES ANYONE WANT O WKE UP[ WITH ME LETS GO TOGEHER
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hahahhahahhhaaahhhaaahhaha the one answer doesn't have the answer just do ito r leave me alone heahahaha look at this lsoer
6 yrs ago
tell me tell me tell me tell me tlel em tell me talk tho me i cant keep playing alolne help me wake up or tell me the answr please it burns i hate this im just extra code i get it ok
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Looking at you with nothing less than a smile. Always happy to see you, ready to do what you need at a moment's notice. It has become clear to me after all these years that I like dogs because dogs are nice. You may ask yourself: how are dogs nice? I'm sure, not all dogs are nice all the time. That would be an absurd demand to place on them.
Yet I have felt nothing but love when looking upon dogs- even those doges that bork at me as I walk by their yard. I know in my heart if I were to approach most of them, they would not bite me. For approaching them calmly and slowly, speaking to them with respect, is all it takes. There may be the occasional exception to this rule, but they do more to increase my adoration of the dog. How noble, to guard your owner with your life.
Not surprisingly, my own experiences with dogs drive this love. My own dogs were nothing less than wonderful.
A border collie dog that spent every minute with me, talked to me when I talked to her. A dog who, when I was only a toddler and managed to get myself stuck on a cliff, ran back to my grandmother to get help, leading her to me. A dog so smart she could be trained to do anything, even dive to fetch a specific item from the bottom of a pool. A dog who is a little schizophrenic and scared of lightning, but whose personality is ever endearing. Can herd anything from the biggest cow to a child to the smallest duckling but loving and never hurting them, unable to hurt anything for being so sweet.
A black lab dog who guarded our home to his best ability, giving our road a reputation leading to the sign "Old Black Dog Road" being posted by a neighbor. A dog who watched over growing children and ultimately died in my arms...still trying to lick me lovingly as I cried over his broken body.
Many dogs whom, while never meeting me before, complete strangers, reacted to my voice with nothing less than calmness and affection, following me home, letting me love them...wanting nothing more than to be cared for. (Yeah, I can say the same for a few stray cats too.)
In conclusion, it really isn't difficult to see that I love dogs because dogs are nice.
Hey RPG, it's me doggo, why don't you tell me your fetishes...your most eccentric interest? One that people would definitely judge you for. Don't be shy, I love blackmail details.
Yet I have felt nothing but love when looking upon dogs- even those doges that bork at me as I walk by their yard. I know in my heart if I were to approach most of them, they would not bite me. For approaching them calmly and slowly, speaking to them with respect, is all it takes. There may be the occasional exception to this rule, but they do more to increase my adoration of the dog. How noble, to guard your owner with your life.
Not surprisingly, my own experiences with dogs drive this love. My own dogs were nothing less than wonderful.
A border collie dog that spent every minute with me, talked to me when I talked to her. A dog who, when I was only a toddler and managed to get myself stuck on a cliff, ran back to my grandmother to get help, leading her to me. A dog so smart she could be trained to do anything, even dive to fetch a specific item from the bottom of a pool. A dog who is a little schizophrenic and scared of lightning, but whose personality is ever endearing. Can herd anything from the biggest cow to a child to the smallest duckling but loving and never hurting them, unable to hurt anything for being so sweet.
A black lab dog who guarded our home to his best ability, giving our road a reputation leading to the sign "Old Black Dog Road" being posted by a neighbor. A dog who watched over growing children and ultimately died in my arms...still trying to lick me lovingly as I cried over his broken body.
Many dogs whom, while never meeting me before, complete strangers, reacted to my voice with nothing less than calmness and affection, following me home, letting me love them...wanting nothing more than to be cared for. (Yeah, I can say the same for a few stray cats too.)
In conclusion, it really isn't difficult to see that I love dogs because dogs are nice.
Hey RPG, it's me doggo, why don't you tell me your fetishes...your most eccentric interest? One that people would definitely judge you for. Don't be shy, I love blackmail details.
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Banned because I want to enjoy anal but don't got a prostrate, just these damn Skene’s glands so that sucks to be me I guess. Extra ban for no avatar or signature images I can use to file you as some stereotype in my mind.
Oh wait, you mean random...
I actually AM going to go on a semi-liquid diet to save money for later this year, and actually going to start using my rec center membership and old bike. Everything is coming together. Don't let your dreams be dreams.
Get in the zone
@DeadDrop Thank you for being patient and kind. I apologize if it seemed dramatic, however, if I had not come back to the site it would only make sense to no longer have me. I'm here now tho, and finally posted yay.
"Yes sir, understood." Dorothy listened to Tyrell in full eye contact, mouth a straight line. As he dismissed her questions with the most general advice, she tried to remind herself it wasn't her first day in diapers or anything. She had been on the force before. So, she would simply need to use her judgement from now on.
He left, gesturing to Fields, and with him went some of her chill. She downed the rest of her coffee in two gulps and set it down, pushing back her chair anxiously awaiting the job. That excitement was short-lived as two late comers blocked her doorway of escape. One seemed to be calm, inquisitive, but slightly frothing at the mouth for doing whatever it takes to get the job done. The other carried himself with a brisk air, glaring and introducing himself bluntly.
Another detective showed up late. This one looked pretty damn ballsy, street clothes and eccentric taste in weapon right out in the open. Tingle. Dorothy's spine started to itch like hell, it was all she could do not to convulse. Instead, she guided a shaky hand back there and pressed into the spot, right at the bottom, where the augment came together. After a wave of rigidity, everything felt fine.
"I just want to get my first collar done and then I'm up for introductions. First round at Meafords will be on me."
“Buddy a mine’s up north and got a lead that might be right up your alley, friend."
She tuned back in at this, having a moment in her mind that resembled memory loss. What was she doing just a moment ago? It seemed like she was talking to someone else...another woman? But no, she couldn't have been. These new comers, however, were on top of their game to be sure. She rolled her chair a little closer. Now's not the time to hold back her own ballsiness. "Any chance this girl can get in on this?" she asks, pointing at herself.
"Yea uh, gotta stick some shit in your spines and you can go if you want or not. I'll be back here at central all the time. We're going to be - I'm going to be monitoring your stress levels. Any signs of cyber psychosis and you are going to be meat in the body bank gentlemen."
Not really listening to that end of the room- though she should be -Dorothy only perked up at the word 'spine,' her head snapping in the direction of Field's voice as if her name had been shouted. Thinking of the implications of sticking more shit in her spine, her future as a possible psycho, it was enough to make her think her career choice over for the 10,000 time. Biting her lip, she curled her fists in her lap and turned back to the guys. Ending in psychosis for me? Ah, it doesn't really matter...I'm here because I want to be, I'm here until I no longer feel that rush...Meat? So be it. It is clear to her through racing thoughts she will need a shot of adrenaline very shortly. As soon as she leaves the building, if able.
He left, gesturing to Fields, and with him went some of her chill. She downed the rest of her coffee in two gulps and set it down, pushing back her chair anxiously awaiting the job. That excitement was short-lived as two late comers blocked her doorway of escape. One seemed to be calm, inquisitive, but slightly frothing at the mouth for doing whatever it takes to get the job done. The other carried himself with a brisk air, glaring and introducing himself bluntly.
Another detective showed up late. This one looked pretty damn ballsy, street clothes and eccentric taste in weapon right out in the open. Tingle. Dorothy's spine started to itch like hell, it was all she could do not to convulse. Instead, she guided a shaky hand back there and pressed into the spot, right at the bottom, where the augment came together. After a wave of rigidity, everything felt fine.
"I just want to get my first collar done and then I'm up for introductions. First round at Meafords will be on me."
“Buddy a mine’s up north and got a lead that might be right up your alley, friend."
She tuned back in at this, having a moment in her mind that resembled memory loss. What was she doing just a moment ago? It seemed like she was talking to someone else...another woman? But no, she couldn't have been. These new comers, however, were on top of their game to be sure. She rolled her chair a little closer. Now's not the time to hold back her own ballsiness. "Any chance this girl can get in on this?" she asks, pointing at herself.
"Yea uh, gotta stick some shit in your spines and you can go if you want or not. I'll be back here at central all the time. We're going to be - I'm going to be monitoring your stress levels. Any signs of cyber psychosis and you are going to be meat in the body bank gentlemen."
Not really listening to that end of the room- though she should be -Dorothy only perked up at the word 'spine,' her head snapping in the direction of Field's voice as if her name had been shouted. Thinking of the implications of sticking more shit in her spine, her future as a possible psycho, it was enough to make her think her career choice over for the 10,000 time. Biting her lip, she curled her fists in her lap and turned back to the guys. Ending in psychosis for me? Ah, it doesn't really matter...I'm here because I want to be, I'm here until I no longer feel that rush...Meat? So be it. It is clear to her through racing thoughts she will need a shot of adrenaline very shortly. As soon as she leaves the building, if able.
West's hands clung to Bora's shoulders, a wild gleam glittered her eyes. Bora could recognize the feeling, but had since done her best to tune it all out. Every ping, every yell, until both heaving their breaths were loud and clear. "Okay. I'll do my best." She pulled West up, trying to get both of them straight on their feet, glancing back over her shoulder while looping West's arm around her neck and her free one under the woman's armpit. It was a heavy task for such a small girl, but being a decent ranch hand, the girl was no pushover.
Booming voice, carrying with it a tone of authority. She wasn't paying attention, but could hear it clearly. She froze in place, nails digging into West's coat. Miko whined and kneeled behind the pair. Her leash had long since wrapped many times around the girl to the point they were lucky they hadn't started running.
"You thought it might be funny to play wild wild west, and now you'll all deal with the consequences."
The sound of things dropping, skidding across the street, the silence of dead air that followed. Something was very different. She turned to the source of the voice, almost mechanically. At this point, the smoke was drifting away, the only bullets moving were those still rolling down the cement. Bora opened her mouth to speak yet nothing came. This was real magic, wasn't it? A dose high enough to freeze anyone's blood.
Booming voice, carrying with it a tone of authority. She wasn't paying attention, but could hear it clearly. She froze in place, nails digging into West's coat. Miko whined and kneeled behind the pair. Her leash had long since wrapped many times around the girl to the point they were lucky they hadn't started running.
"You thought it might be funny to play wild wild west, and now you'll all deal with the consequences."
The sound of things dropping, skidding across the street, the silence of dead air that followed. Something was very different. She turned to the source of the voice, almost mechanically. At this point, the smoke was drifting away, the only bullets moving were those still rolling down the cement. Bora opened her mouth to speak yet nothing came. This was real magic, wasn't it? A dose high enough to freeze anyone's blood.
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