Be More Obsessed With Me. Pay More Attention To Me. Only Me. Get Jealous. Be Possessive. Threaten Me.

if you don’t remember anything else for the next 4 years, remember this: don’t be a fucking snitch.

Me! That's me fr. did I say that this is me? I'm this. :DD

Omega : biologically within its universe refers to those with a certain hormone and pheromone profile.

typically seen as nurturing and protective. Their stereotype lines up with many traits seen as feminine: Parental instincts, meticulosity, and gentleness, for example.

pt: omega

this blog is about identity, not kink

fugking love it here!!!!!!!!!

Nesting misc emojis!!

Pls dont repost anywhere. You can reblog.

Any suggestions for more emojis?

My seizures have killed me and the only reason I'm still here is bc my mom didn't stop doing cpr on me. I'm not trigger warning this bc it's the only way people actually take it seriously. TAG YOUR POSTS Please.

I wish epilepsy was taken more seriously because I literally see constant untagged and extreme strobe, especially on tiktok but even on YouTube. I have a filter but it does not work on tiktok, it only blocks regular videos. I’m still suffering from the seizure I had around 5 hours ago and my head feels likes it’s going to explode. Please, please, tag properly. I don’t wanna hear a single ‘but trigger warnings are bad!!!’, epilepsy is serious and seizures can kill.

Sorry

my disability is invisible not imaginary

Pov: You're obsessed with your mute best friend and he finally realizes that there is no way to make you not love him.

The way my eyes lingered on his fingers wasn’t subtle—I didn’t care if he noticed. No one else had the right to see what I saw, to crave the way I craved. He flexed his hands under my unwavering gaze, his movements hesitant, as if my attention burned into his skin. Then, as if surrendering to the moment, he began to sign, slowly, deliberately, every motion agonizingly precise. It was a performance, and I was his only audience. The words were for me alone, crafted in gestures only I could truly understand.

"Everything I am is yours," he signed, his eyes locking onto mine, desperate, pleading. My breath hitched as his gaze searched my face for a reaction, for validation. But he didn’t need to search. Didn’t he see? Didn’t he know? He belonged to me. Not just his hands, but every inch of him—his heart, his mind, his very existence. If he didn’t understand that yet, I’d make him. I’d carve it into his soul if I had to.

Because no one else could have him. No one else deserved him.

Sometimes blurry means there's too many near front to figure out who is in control

Somtimes blurry means we don't feel like anyone at all

Sometimes blurry means we're someone, but they're new or unknown so we can't tell

Sometimes blurry means there's a mix of a few of us and it's easier to just say we're blurry

Sometimes blurry means we're so dissociated we can't process who we are at all

“id die for you” “id kill for you” yeah? well, id live for you. id devote myself to you. id trust your every word and take it as law.