Funny thing is, at the department store I work at we are legally not allowed to stop people from stealing. Because it says in our contracts we cannot interfere. As in could lose my job by trying to stop them. So this is actually insanely close to what would happen if our store was robbed
anyway I’m browsing vampire fetish forums like I usually do to cheer myself up and this girl asked if there are any hot vampire dudes out there looking to hook up or if they’re simply too hard to find and someone replied “Not With a body like your you just got to find one. I am not vampire but I am not mortal. I am Tuath Dé. you are cute message me”
and I have not gotten over this and probably never will.
“sorry I’m not a vampire but I AM an ancient Irish deity. Ur cute hmu”
like Im fucking REELING I want this to be real for the sheer ridiculousness of it. never in my life have I wanted more for magic to exist on this Earth than in this moment.
if i lived in the wild west i would be kicked by a horse and the sharp edge of the hoof would give me a deep wound and i would die of necrotizing fasciitis at age 17
if i lived in medieval times i would be kicked by a horse and lose my balance and crush my skull on a large rock and die of brain trauma at age 17
but i live in the computer age and im immortal babey!!!!!!!!!!!!
hey robin wanna stand next to this horse for a second
boy do i ever!!
good! this horse is your friend and will never harm you 🙂
“you and your possession kink” it’s a HEALTHY LEVEL of INTEREST and APPRECIATION!
“you have called possession “sexy”, verbatim” i was using that to denote that i have a healthy level of appreciation for it and interest in it as a dynamic/concept. get out of my house
no one who knows me on any level is allowed to say anything about this or look me in the eye. “but your posts.. your tweets.. your tastes..” i don’t make posts. i don’t tweet. i don’t have tastes. or a type. i can’t even read. keep moving
Procrastination Station 