the big sick: “cAn i aSk yOu BoUt mY PeEnWaNtS?”

By -



literally explained to this goob, sippycup, i’d been attacked on dates  — & he immediately counters with “can i ask you something” which we all know is never followed by “free chocolate for life y/n?” or “can you spend this big bag of money in 1 day?” i was clear about my boundaries & what i was comfortable with, but he pushed. the fact that he blocked me after my "no peenwants" comment = lol just him being a jerk. he couldn’t handle being rejected because peenwants was def his question, so he took his tiny ball and went home. hey, i thought you was gonna do anything i want, lmaoooo — OH AND — ya girl gave so little of a shit - she didn’t even punctuate that last sentence 😂

i’m doing a great job of taking care of myself & sticking to healthy boundaries. keep it up, me! yaaay!



**chat log**


 10:52 am  sippycup: your smile really caught my eyes 😊

 3:55 pm  sippycup: hiya :)

 3:56 pm  queen: how's it going :)

 3:57 pm  queen: not dead yet 🎉 

 4:43 pm  sippycup: oh what does that mean 😂

 4:43 pm  queen: i have a chronic illness.

 7:29 pm  queen: oh

 8:04 pm  queen: yeah, it's the fucking best 😂

 8:04 pm  queen: it's okay, i just have to rest between adventures. i still do plenty of shit.

 10:46 pm  sippycup: sooooo could we cuddle

 2:48 am  queen: :) (because, ew.)

 2:48 am  queen: we could do all kinds of cool shit actually.

 2:48 am  queen: i have a tent but i'm too fragile to assemble it. it's easy tho. there's a youtube video. we could put it on the beach. and watch the ocean, and have snacks, and talk.

 2:48 am  queen: maybe cuddling would happen if i felt safe but probably not. i had some guys do some things to me that weren't very nice last year, so now i'm afraid of strangers but i very much wanna push myself and be social. and make friends.

8:44 am  queen: i am naturally a person who.... hmm. i love my peeps. we don't need to talk all the time, but we love each other.

 3:44 pm  sippycup: if anything i'll let you do whatever with me lol

 3:44 pm  sippycup: can i ask you something

 7:47 pm  queen: go ahead, unless it's about peenwants in which case please keep it to yourself

 


7:48 pm  **[message from the platform]:** sippycup ended the chat and you will not be able to message him for a period of time.





 

Comments

Post a Comment

newest coolest hottest goss 🩸

Tarot: Wheel of Fortune

By -
Image
tarot card: the wheel of fortune -- cycles, change, acceptance. phyl’s “bunniversary” (not “gotcha day,” which i hate) is new year’s eve. i celebrate it because it’s special to us. her mullet haircut from summer has grown back. she’ll need another one soon. we’ve accepted the cycle.  i’ll snip slow and uneven again. she won’t care. punk rock girls don’t give a fuck. she’s got a mullet. she can see. life goes on. spritzing on my high-quality perfumes, especially lush, which gets good reactions. jessica’s anxiety is hitting hard, and i can feel the emotional weight it puts on her. not that i can fix it, buuutttttt i notice. tramp from lush… i miss it. smells like bitter herbs, and a forest floor -- tis a perfect distraction.
more of this shit »

💾 the dirty qwerty, #006: suit up, slut up, slur up, then shut up.

By -
Image
💾 the dirty qwerty, #006 suit up, slut up, slur up, then shut up. 🩸 “slut” → “suit” “slur” → “suit” “shit” → “suit” 🧠 keyboard logic: • l → u: side-eyeable neighbors • u → u: no notes • t → i → r: we’re getting loose, but we’ve seen worse • h → u: ok but WHY • r → i: this one feels personal • i → i: thx guy • s → s: yasssss look. it’s being auto-puritan. you’re mid-text, dropping a “what a dumb slur,” or “she was slutty and proud,” or just plain old “shit,” and suddenly autocorrect says: “dearie… don’t you mean suit?” and listen: i’m not shaming suits. i own one. but i am shaming the part of the code that keeps hijacking the language of pain, power, and poop… and redressing it in department store politeness. slut-shaming? slur-erasing? shit-washing yeah. it’s all the same glitch. m’phone is trying to censor my mess. but mess is where truth lives. this episode was brought to you by the letter S — for slut, slur, shit, motherfuckin snakes on a motherfucking plane, but not suit today. ...
more of this shit »

Assblasting Festival

By -
Image
From the Franiverse Wiki, the sacred source of lore and gastric terror. The Assblasting Festival is a core Franiverse blood orgy -- an official holiday. Celebrated annually by mortals, vampires, and Sims-based lifeforms, it is a metaphysical shitshow of digestive depravity. As one of the highest holy blood orgies, it’s a sacred, cursed, and utterly pooptacular event rooted in mass trauma and a metric fuckton of emotional gluten. Think Thanksgiving, but everyone’s dead, and the turkey is alive. The festival originated when Thorne accidentally served a cursed casserole laced with tainted plasma fruit. This infamous dish -- Gelatinous Soul Ambrosia Casserole -- was crafted from expired Makkabakka meats, ghost tears, and litterbox scraps. The result? Mass toilet casualties, soul docking (don’t let the casserole dock souls), and explosive bathroom Jackson Pollocks -- but not smelling like one. 🔪 The Grand Meal (The Last Slaughter) Participants consume spoiled or cursed food, triggerin...
more of this shit »

the big bad wolf’s growl…

By -
Image
moonmoon fanfic 😂 his growl wasn't just sound; it was a primal language resonating with presence, connection, and a raw, undeniable desire. she felt it instantly – a supernatural vibration that bypassed her impenetrable mind and spoke directly to her body. it was seductive, possessive, a silken assertion of his claim: i am here. i see you. i want you. he buried his face in her neck, inhaling the intoxicating blend of vanilla and jasmine clinging to her skin. the growl deepened, a low tremor that vibrated through her. the heat of his body pulsed against hers, his muscles rippling subtly under the soft fabric beneath her fingertips as she drew her arms around him. safety and desire melted into a delicious pool of fire within her, leaving her breathless… gasping for more… never enough. his exploration was animalistic in its intensity… a thorough, sensual investigation. he savored her scent, the feel of her skin, the very essence of her being. her ethereal sighs mingled with his...
more of this shit »