Saya
@houndingsaya.bsky.social
19F
Pilot, 33rd Armoured Reconnaissance Division, 5th Brigade, Imperial Mechanized Infantry
Pilot, 33rd Armoured Reconnaissance Division, 5th Brigade, Imperial Mechanized Infantry
"Father, forgive them for they know not what they do..."
And yet the creation, they challenge the creator at every turn, the blood of the sun of man lay spilt before blinded eyes.
"An affront to nature", they say, when it is them that is the affront to the teachings of the son of man!
And yet the creation, they challenge the creator at every turn, the blood of the sun of man lay spilt before blinded eyes.
"An affront to nature", they say, when it is them that is the affront to the teachings of the son of man!
November 18, 2025 at 2:03 PM
"Father, forgive them for they know not what they do..."
And yet the creation, they challenge the creator at every turn, the blood of the sun of man lay spilt before blinded eyes.
"An affront to nature", they say, when it is them that is the affront to the teachings of the son of man!
And yet the creation, they challenge the creator at every turn, the blood of the sun of man lay spilt before blinded eyes.
"An affront to nature", they say, when it is them that is the affront to the teachings of the son of man!
I think of all the creatures on this earth whose blood spilt becomes legend, whose very survival becomes casus belli.
Do they know any better? Who are we to judge? Who are we to call ourselves human when we know nought but to destroy?
Truly I tell you, we are the ones who ought to know better.
Do they know any better? Who are we to judge? Who are we to call ourselves human when we know nought but to destroy?
Truly I tell you, we are the ones who ought to know better.
November 18, 2025 at 1:59 PM
I think of all the creatures on this earth whose blood spilt becomes legend, whose very survival becomes casus belli.
Do they know any better? Who are we to judge? Who are we to call ourselves human when we know nought but to destroy?
Truly I tell you, we are the ones who ought to know better.
Do they know any better? Who are we to judge? Who are we to call ourselves human when we know nought but to destroy?
Truly I tell you, we are the ones who ought to know better.
By the rivers of Babylon we sat and wept
Come with us, let us lay wait for blood, let us lurk privily for the innocent, without cause...
Come with us, let us lay wait for blood, let us lurk privily for the innocent, without cause...
October 28, 2025 at 7:03 PM
By the rivers of Babylon we sat and wept
Come with us, let us lay wait for blood, let us lurk privily for the innocent, without cause...
Come with us, let us lay wait for blood, let us lurk privily for the innocent, without cause...
Is this what falling on deaf ears feels like?
Am I screaming into the abyss?
Am I screaming into the abyss?
October 28, 2025 at 5:35 AM
Is this what falling on deaf ears feels like?
Am I screaming into the abyss?
Am I screaming into the abyss?
Thinking about the idea of non-existence
Social media platforms on this scale are Not Healthy for me
Social media platforms on this scale are Not Healthy for me
October 25, 2025 at 6:59 PM
Thinking about the idea of non-existence
Social media platforms on this scale are Not Healthy for me
Social media platforms on this scale are Not Healthy for me
back by unpopular demand
how do you people/creatures stay alive on this platform
how do you people/creatures stay alive on this platform
October 14, 2025 at 9:27 PM
back by unpopular demand
how do you people/creatures stay alive on this platform
how do you people/creatures stay alive on this platform
you ever cum so hard it ends up getting on your face?
Trippiest orgasm ever...
Trippiest orgasm ever...
September 24, 2025 at 5:48 AM
you ever cum so hard it ends up getting on your face?
Trippiest orgasm ever...
Trippiest orgasm ever...
House's head
Wilson's heart
Cuddy's ass
Wilson's heart
Cuddy's ass
September 23, 2025 at 6:41 PM
House's head
Wilson's heart
Cuddy's ass
Wilson's heart
Cuddy's ass
A blood-red sky.
Streaks of orange interlaced with pus yellow and bloody crimson.
Headstones line the hills-
Granite-stone testimonies.
Nobody deserved this.
Not a single soul.
Streaks of orange interlaced with pus yellow and bloody crimson.
Headstones line the hills-
Granite-stone testimonies.
Nobody deserved this.
Not a single soul.
September 23, 2025 at 3:53 PM
A blood-red sky.
Streaks of orange interlaced with pus yellow and bloody crimson.
Headstones line the hills-
Granite-stone testimonies.
Nobody deserved this.
Not a single soul.
Streaks of orange interlaced with pus yellow and bloody crimson.
Headstones line the hills-
Granite-stone testimonies.
Nobody deserved this.
Not a single soul.
If i had a "check engine" light
It would be flashing right now
It would be flashing right now
September 22, 2025 at 10:32 PM
If i had a "check engine" light
It would be flashing right now
It would be flashing right now
Another day at the Big Emotions Factory
On today’s menu, cannibalism!
On today’s menu, cannibalism!
September 22, 2025 at 9:53 PM
Another day at the Big Emotions Factory
On today’s menu, cannibalism!
On today’s menu, cannibalism!
f i s h e
nnnnnnnnnnmmmmmmmmm
nnnnnnnnnnmmmmmmmmm
September 17, 2025 at 9:56 PM
f i s h e
nnnnnnnnnnmmmmmmmmm
nnnnnnnnnnmmmmmmmmm
"The domineering, patronising register of 'puppy talk' leaves just as little room for denial as
a question of 'are you a puppy'.
a question of 'are you a puppy'.
September 17, 2025 at 5:53 PM
"The domineering, patronising register of 'puppy talk' leaves just as little room for denial as
a question of 'are you a puppy'.
a question of 'are you a puppy'.
Its that time of year again...
time for me to catch a mysterious disease and get stuck with postviral fatigue for the next month
Aaaaaaaaaaa
time for me to catch a mysterious disease and get stuck with postviral fatigue for the next month
Aaaaaaaaaaa
September 17, 2025 at 3:57 PM
Its that time of year again...
time for me to catch a mysterious disease and get stuck with postviral fatigue for the next month
Aaaaaaaaaaa
time for me to catch a mysterious disease and get stuck with postviral fatigue for the next month
Aaaaaaaaaaa
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September 16, 2025 at 3:37 PM
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Stocking up ideas for locktober
Squire SS100CS
Squire SS100CS
September 16, 2025 at 12:37 AM
Stocking up ideas for locktober
Squire SS100CS
Squire SS100CS
Stood up too quickly and got a low oil pressure warning
We stay winning
We stay winning
September 8, 2025 at 10:43 PM
Stood up too quickly and got a low oil pressure warning
We stay winning
We stay winning
A handler ponders to herself.
Guilt. Morality. The Afterlife.
Starlight. Void.
After a while, she begins to laugh.
What do we care? She says.
Ashes will return to ashes- dust will return to dust.
Memento Mori, my love!
After all-
we are all just dogs in God's hot car.
Guilt. Morality. The Afterlife.
Starlight. Void.
After a while, she begins to laugh.
What do we care? She says.
Ashes will return to ashes- dust will return to dust.
Memento Mori, my love!
After all-
we are all just dogs in God's hot car.
September 8, 2025 at 5:55 PM
A handler ponders to herself.
Guilt. Morality. The Afterlife.
Starlight. Void.
After a while, she begins to laugh.
What do we care? She says.
Ashes will return to ashes- dust will return to dust.
Memento Mori, my love!
After all-
we are all just dogs in God's hot car.
Guilt. Morality. The Afterlife.
Starlight. Void.
After a while, she begins to laugh.
What do we care? She says.
Ashes will return to ashes- dust will return to dust.
Memento Mori, my love!
After all-
we are all just dogs in God's hot car.
"predatory lesbians are a harmful stereotype" okay but what if i'm a prey lesbian? what do i do? am i just supposed to overpopulate my ecosystem until it collapses?
September 6, 2025 at 10:31 PM
"predatory lesbians are a harmful stereotype" okay but what if i'm a prey lesbian? what do i do? am i just supposed to overpopulate my ecosystem until it collapses?
The squad’s MG is hopelessly dependent on the other components of the fireteam to provide adequate covering fire and logistical support.
It is both the heart of the infantry squad, and also entirely dependent on the other components within the infantry squad.
It is both the heart of the infantry squad, and also entirely dependent on the other components within the infantry squad.
September 6, 2025 at 9:46 PM
The squad’s MG is hopelessly dependent on the other components of the fireteam to provide adequate covering fire and logistical support.
It is both the heart of the infantry squad, and also entirely dependent on the other components within the infantry squad.
It is both the heart of the infantry squad, and also entirely dependent on the other components within the infantry squad.
go birds
go birds
go birds
September 5, 2025 at 10:43 PM
go birds
She is doing her best,,,,
September 3, 2025 at 3:29 PM
She is doing her best,,,,