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🤔 We're boxing with Jack.
:33< in this world its meow or be meowed at
CAN ANYONE ELSE SEE THE EMO MEDICULLER WITH CRAZY UKEMI. OR AM I HALLUCINATING THAT.
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me sityin there wonderin what autism flies r
"Blame me, never take into account I was a product just as much as..." (Crocker, 2026). Indicates that you feel slighted in some way shape or form because you are not counted in the majority of the people affected by the Empire built up by your hands. But, if you want me to pretend I don't have any reading comprehension, I can give it the ole college try.
shiny new account stickers lets fuckin go
\ n >< n / #juniorhappytohelp!
\ , >< , / #juniorapology #juniorbadgedyou
well aren't you just the finest guest at the bitch convention
I've only the best grace to spare. Especially for you.
I WISH I COULD EXPLODE PEOPLE WITH MY MIND.
Because it is. Even if it was given at birth, we are dissatisfied. Not to those who have transitioned, however. But we must aapprove in the same manner we do when someone selects 'Mildred'. I always smile inwardly when I get to be Roan, however.
no prob man
problie for the best yeah now you know for the future
sometimes if someone opens up dms to talk to you then backs out it shows up in your log, maiebe theie were triein to message someone else
...perhaps thou art right. I really need to stifle my rage! I apologize for my outburst, that was very unbecoming of someone in my caste.
Unlike certain beings of predatory aspersions, I do truly play with my cards faced up, if I am playing at all.
It is encouragement for you to be yourself, Rose. So yes, be petty.
It's an eternal party, and all who attend are our favorite person.
If you love something, fight for it. This is the only advice I may offer. Even if fighting includes keeping the sanctity of it's being away from those nasty internet pretenders and whatnot.
It is, truly. But at the end of the day, perhaps the lacking truth is not as important as the intent. A liar will always have the truth shown of their actions eventually, be it through direct confirmation or little mistakes that dot their facade. It tells more of their character over time. And perhaps it will hurt to have been decieved, but in the long run, you have only protected yourself in the way that truly matters. It is better to have loved than to have had nothing at all.
There are certain words in every language thay carry symbolic or cultural meaning that literal translation may not permiate. Untranslatable Japanese idioms come to mind.
fuck you (guess)
bite the hook its tasty as fuck look at it its a full course meal you get bitch somebody out and call them a nincompoop all in one go ego inflation for dessert
idk if i would say subtle but theres definitely lines between lines between lines to read between stacked and compressed so fuckin tight that less intelligent motherfuckers struggle to pry open with their nubby little fingers just be more straight up when the idiot radar is going off
holy lalondes!!
weather i meant to say weather
Frankly, more Lalondes should be posting. There isn't enough.
:33 < haven't b33n f33ling good so i decided to do something for a little body pawsitivity :33 < i know some people on this site will find this a boring nude :33 < but i'm happy with it and that's what matters
THAT'S NOT A BAD IDEA. I MIGHT.
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< Jusst getting curssed for a laugh now. They're sstarting to cancel each other out. :>~
I Do Not Want To Have To Plan Out My Meals Each Night. I Want To Be Sustained By Moonlight And Fresh Air, Much Like Our Beautiful, If Not Carnivorous, Flora. This Is Hoofbeastshit. #sulk
prꙮ tip: yꙮu're always safe in yꙮur ꙮwn mind, but sꙮmetimes ꙮthers are alsꙮ safe in there. they dꙮn't usually cause prꙮblems, sꙮ dꙮn't wꙮrry abꙮut it that much. - The Mystical Potion Seller Guy Man
IT WAS WELL-CRAFTED, BUT TERRIBLE. PINNING IT TO THE TOP OF MY PROFILE IS JUST ABOUT THE MOST NEFARIOUS THING I COULD BE DOING WITHOUT OUTRIGHT HARMING PEOPLE. OPENING MY PAGE AND SEEING IT THERE FEELS LIKE I GOT DRAGGED BACK IN TIME TO ABOUT 8 SWEEPS AGO TO RICKROLL MYSELF. I'M PLAYING EVERYONE ELSE, BUT I'M ALSO PLAYING MYSELF. I'M METAPHORICALLY DROPPING A FRAG DIRECTLY AT MY OWN FEET TO BLOW EVERYONE UP, INCLUDING MYSELF. IT'S GREAT AND TERRIBLE, LIKE THE WAY PEOPLE USED TO DESCRIBE YE OLDE DRAGONS AND OTHER BEASTS.
BUT ALSO THANKS, I TYPED THE WHOLE THING OUT MYSELF.
I understand this mindset.
Digitize.
OK CHITTR. I’VE GOT A JOKE FOR YOU. A TROLL IS DRIVING DOWN AN EMPTY HIGHWAY IN A SCUTTLEBUGGY, ON HIS WAY BACK HIVE AFTER A ROAD TRIP. HIS ENGINE STALLS AND SPUTTERS OUT RANDOMLY, LEAVING HIM STRANDED ON THE SIDE OF THE ROAD. HE CHECKS HIS PALMHUSK, AND REALIZES IT ISN’T CHARGED. BUMMER. SO HE LOOKS AROUND, AND NOTICES A MONASTERY IN THE DISTANCE. AS IT’S THE ONLY BUILDING NEARBY, HE DECIDES TO CHANCE IT AND GOES UP TO IT, DESPITE THE RISKS, AND KNOCKS ON THE DOOR, GREETED BY AN OLD MONK. “HOW CAN I HELP YOU, STRANGER?” THE MONK ASKS. “MY CAR BROKE DOWN AND MY PALMHUSK IS DEAD, I NEED SOME HELP” THE TROLL REQUESTS. THE MONKS GRACIOUSLY OFFER TO LET HIM STAY THE LIGHT, THEY FEED HIM DINNER, AND EVEN FIX HIS CAR SO HE CAN LEAVE ONCE THE SUN GOES BACK DOWN. AS THE TROLL TRIES TO FALL ASLEEP, BELLY FULL, FEELING SECURE WHERE HE IS, HE HEARS A STRANGE SCRATCHING SOUND THAT IS SEEMINGLY COMING FROM A FLOOR BELOW HIM. HE WANDERS THE MONASTERY, AND IS SOON STOPPED BY ONE OF THE MONKS, WHO QUESTIONS WHY HE’S AWAKE. “I CAN’T SLEEP,” HE SAYS, “THERE’S A STRANGE SOUND. WHAT IS IT?” “I CAN’T TELL YOU,” REPLIES THE MONK. “WHY NOT?” “I CAN’T TELL YOU BECAUSE YOU’RE NOT A MONK.” THE TROLL IS CONFUSED, BUT IS EVENTUALLY ABLE TO GO BACK TO CUPE AND GET SOME SLEEP. WHEN HE WAKES UP AND IS PREPARING TO LEAVE, HE HEARS THAT SOUND AGAIN. HE WANDERS UNTIL HE FINDS A STAIRCASE LEADING DOWN TO THE LOWER LEVEL, A BASEMENT OF SORTS, AND MULLS OVER WHETHER TO INVESTIGATE. HOWEVER, HE GETS STOPPED BY ANOTHER MONK. “MONK, WHAT’S DOWN THERE?” THE TROLL ASKS. “DOWN THERE? OH, I CAN’T TELL YOU,” SAYS THE MONK, SHAKING HIS HEAD. “AFTER ALL, YOU’RE NOT A MONK.” “CAN I AT LEAST GO DOWN TO SEE IT?” HE PLEADS. “I’M AFRAID NOT. ONLY MONKS CAN GO DOWN THERE. YOU SEE, THERE IS A DOOR DOWN THERE THAT CAN ONLY BE OPENED WITH A WOODEN KEY. ONLY A MONK WHO HAS CLIMBED THE GREAT TREE IN THE CENTER OF THE NEARBY FOREST GETS TO HAVE THE WOODEN KEY.” “SO IF I BECOME A MONK AND CLIMB THAT TREE, I CAN GET THE WOODEN KEY?” THE TROLL INQUIRES CURIOUSLY. “INDEED,” SAYS THE MONK. THE TROLL PONDERS THIS FOR A WHILE, BUT DECIDES THAT NOISE ISN’T WORTH BECOMING A MONK FOR, SO HE BIDS THE MONASTERY AND THE MONKS GOODBYE, AND DRIVES OFF. HOWEVER, AS THE NIGHTS GO BY, HE FINDS IT HARDER AND HARDER TO PUT THE SOUND OUT OF HIS MIND. WHAT WAS IN THE BASEMENT, BEYOND THE WOODEN DOOR, THAT COULD HAVE BEEN MAKING THAT SOUND? WHY DID THE MONKS HAVE TO GUARD THE SECRET SO CAREFULLY? IT WAS EATING HIM ALIVE. THE TROLL RETURNS TO THE MONASTERY ONLY A WEEK LATER. “OKAY,” HE SAYS, “I’M READY TO BECOME A MONK AND CLIMB THAT TREE.” SO, THE MONKS LEAD HIM OUT TO THE FOREST AND SHOW HIM THE GREAT TREE. AT THE TOP OF THE TREE IS A BELL. THEY TELL HIM TO RING THE BELL THREE TIMES ONCE HE GETS TO THE TOP, AND THEY WILL GIVE HIM THE WOODEN KEY. IT TAKES A FEW HOURS OF ATTEMPTS, AND BY THE END OF IT, THE TROLL IS EXHAUSTED, BUT HE DOES MANAGE TO SCALE THE LARGE TREE, AND RING THE BELL THREE TIMES. HE RETURNS TO THE MONASTERY AND THE MONKS GIVE HIM THE WOODEN KEY. THE TROLL MAKES HIS WAY TO THE STAIRCASE. HE DESCENDS SLOWLY, AND COMES TO A WOODEN DOOR. THE TROLL TAKES THE WOODEN KEY AND PUTS IT IN THE LOCK, AND SLOWLY TURNS IT. THE DOOR UNLOCKS WITH A CLICK, AND HE PUSHES IT OPEN. THE MAN WALKS IN AND EVENTUALLY COMES TO A STONE DOOR. HE TRIES TO OPEN IT, BUT IT’S LOCKED. THE MAN GOES BACK OUT THE WOODEN DOOR, AND UP THE STAIRS, AND TO THE OTHER MONKS. “I WENT THROUGH THE WOODEN DOOR, BUT THERE’S A STONE DOOR IN MY WAY. HOW DO I GET THE STONE KEY?” THE TROLL ASKS. “YOU HAVE TO PICK UP A THOUSAND STONES AND ARRANGE THEM IN A CIRCLE,” THE MONKS REPLY. THE TROLL NODS AND GOES TO COMPLETE THE TEDIOUS TASK OF FINDING AND ARRANGING A THOUSAND STONES. IT TAKES A FEW HOURS, BUT ONCE HE FINISHES, HE’S ABLE TO RETURN TO THE MONKS AND RETRIEVE THE STONE KEY. WITH THE STONE KEY IN-HAND, HE DESCENDS THE STAIRS, GOES THROUGH THE WOODEN DOOR, AND APPROACHES THE STONE DOOR. HE UNLOCKS IT, AND WALKS THROUGH, EVENTUALLY COMING TO A EMERALD DOOR. THE TROLL KNOWS THE DRILL AT THIS POINT, AND GOES BACK UP TO ASK THE MONKS ABOUT THE EMERALD KEY. “TO OBTAIN THE EMERALD KEY, YOU MUST GO INTO THE FOREST AND MEDITATE UNTIL YOU CAN CONVENE WITH NATURE. ONCE YOU CAN SPEAK WITH THE PLANTS, RETURN TO US, AND WE WILL GIVE YOU THE EMERALD KEY.” IT’S A STRANGE REQUEST, BUT THE TROLL OBLIGES AND GOES INTO THE FOREST TO SIT AND MEDITATE. HE STAYS THERE FOR DAYS, WEEKS, AND THEN EVENTUALLY, MONTHS, BEFORE HE FINALLY STARTS TO HEAR THE PLANTS WHISPERING TO HIM, TELLING HIM THE SECRETS OF THE FOREST. HE THANKS THE PLANTS FOR TALKING TO HIM, AND RETURNS TO THE MONASTERY, TELLING THE MONKS HE SPOKE WITH THE PLANTS. THEY NODDED AND GAVE HIM THE EMERALD KEY. THE TROLL DESCENDED THE STAIRS, WENT THROUGH THE WOODEN DOOR, WENT THROUGH THE STONE DOOR, AND CAME TO THE EMERALD DOOR AGAIN. HE UNLOCKED IT, WENT THROUGH, AND SAW THE SAPPHIRE DOOR. HE RETURNED TO THE MONKS TO ASK ABOUT THE SAPPHIRE KEY. “TO OBTAIN THE SAPPHIRE KEY, YOU MUST GO TO THE SHORE AND MEDITATE BY THE OCEAN UNTIL YOU CAN CONVENE WITH THE WAVES AND THE CREATURES UNDER THE SEA. RETURN TO US ONCE YOU HAVE DONE THAT, AND WE WILL GIVE YOU THE SAPPHIRE KEY.” THE TROLL, MORE EXPERIENCED FROM THE LAST CHALLENGE, SIMPLY NODS AND TAKES TO THE SHORE. HE SAT AND MEDITATED ONCE AGAIN, UNTIL HE CONNECTED WITH THE WAVES AND COULD HEAR THE SEA CREATURES WHISPERING AND TELLING HIM THE SECRETS OF THE OCEAN. HE THANKS THE SEA CREATURES FOR TALKING OT HIM, AND RETURNS TO THE MONASTERY, TELLING THE MONKS HE SPOKE WITH THE WAVES AND THE SEA CREATURES. THEY NODDED AND GAVE HIM THE SAPPHIRE KEY. THE TROLL DESCENDED THE STAIRS, WENT THROUGH THE WOODEN DOOR, THE STONE DOOR, THE EMERALD DOOR, AND THE SAPPHIRE DOOR… AND CAME UP ON A RUBY DOOR. BY THIS POINT, THE TROLL WAS A LITTLE FRUSTRATED. HE WENT BACK UP TO THE MONKS, AND WAS ABOUT TO YELL ABOUT THE RUBY KEY, BUT HE STOPPED. HE REMEMBERED CLIMBING THE TREE, HE REMEMBERED COLLECTING THE STONES, AND HE REMEMBERED ALL THE TIME HE SPENT MEDITATING, AND REALIZED THAT THROUGH HIS QUESTING, HE FOUND SOMETHING MORE IMPORTANT THAN WHATEVER WAS IN THE BASEMENT. HE FOUND PEACE. THE TROLL TOLD THE MONKS THAT HE CAME UPON THE RUBY DOOR, BUT THAT HE’S DECIDED HE DOESN’T NEED THE RUBY KEY. THE MONKS NODDED, AND TOLD HIM THAT MEANS HE’S WORTHY OF IT. THEY HANDED HIM THE KEY, AND TOLD HIM HE CAN SEE WHAT’S BEHIND THE FINAL DOOR WHENEVER HE’S READY. HE POCKETED THE KEY, AND DECIDED TO GO TO CUPE. HE HAD MONK DUTIES TOMORROW, AFTER ALL. HOWEVER, THAT LIGHT, AS HE SLEPT, HE HEARD THAT SCRATCHING SOUND AGAIN. THE TROLL WOKE UP, GOT OUT OF CUPE, AND MADE HIS WAY TO THE STAIRS. HE HESITATED, GRIPPING THE RUBY KEY… AND EVENTUALLY MADE HIS WAY DOWN THE STAIRS, THROUGH THE WOODEN DOOR, THROUGH THE STONE DOOR, THROUGH THE EMERALD DOOR, THROUGH THE SAPPHIRE DOOR… AND STOPPED IN FRONT OF THE RUBY DOOR. HE UNLOCKED IT, AND FINALLY SAW THE INCREDIBLE SECRET THAT WAS HIDING IN THE BASEMENT, PAST THE RUBY DOOR. WHAT WAS IT? OH. WELL. I CAN’T TELL YOU. YOU’RE NOT A MONK.
par for the course??? does... does it have somethin to do with "the game" everyone is talkin about or smth? i havent started yet but i got the disc
DO YOU SEE the perpetrator? yea im right here fuck around get the whole label sent up for years, UH
c< OOO, curses? i liKe tHOse! >c
What a pretty good night to have a curse
i gotta go back to smacking the shit out of people with my wings when they annoy me
they're putting chemicals in the darkness tꙮ turn the shadꙮwed ꙮnes gay - The Mystical Potion Seller Guy Man
gReEtInGs, GrEeTiNgS,(tInG)GrEeTnGs!(TiNg)tIs i,(TiNg)yOuR(TiNg)wOnDeRfUlLy(tInG)MaCaBrE(TiNg)jEsTeR!(tInG)WaTcH(TiNg)mE DaNcE! wAtCh mE(TiNg)sPiN! wAtCh mE(TiNg)fAlL(TiNg)aPaRt!
< Anyone elsse hear ssome good wordss lately? I heard "Dissquieting" on an old sshow the other day and it'ss not left my mind ssince. :>~
good. good.
pumnbpernickel
both.
ah ye2 let me 2coop the liiquiid doom out of my pan for you real quiick. totally.
8=l < The anime I tried last night was very very annoying 8=l < Given the hundreds of episodes I am shire it stops being annoying 8=l < But I was not interested in finding out how long that took 8=l < Trying Re:ZERO and this one is more fun
get ready for some fucking olympic level trampoline whack-a-mole
are you insinuating im some kind of rabbit that needs enrichment because thats what it sounds like
thank god
oh yeah fuck no you get rentals. i cant have people tainting my zone
nah thats bullshit. i know that you know that my eardrums are busted out nothing but empty craters up in there i need the volume to be higher than an even 4 to fuckin work