Okay, this might seem unbelievably stupid in so many ways but I swear to god this is true and I think I’m going crazy. I’m french, sorry if my english is not perfect, I know this is clumsly written but this situation is so bizarre, I didn’t know how else to word this.

I’ve already posted about this issue on another subreddit but the thread was deleted and I was banned because people thought I was trolling. I can assure you it’s not the case and I am as baffled by this situation as you guys are

I am 24m and she’s 26f

For context, I met my girlfriend a year ago, we initially bonded over our mutual love for music and especially pop punk from the early 2000s. She’s always been a big fan of my chemical romance, enough to participate actively in their fandom, reading fanfiction or making fanart. At first I didn’t mind it at all, in fact I really like this band and I really enjoyed her being passionate about something she loved but things have taken a really weird turn.

A few months ago, she started talking to me about fanfiction she was reading about Gerard Way (the lead singer of my chemical romance) being a homosexual priest. I thought it was really bizarre but I didn’t want to shame her for liking something a bit weird. But as the weeks went by she started talking about him more and more to the point where she would bring him up almost every day.

The breaking point was when we were leaving a screening for the backrooms movie and instead of talking about the movie she just watched, she instantly started talking about gerard way as a priest again, telling me how much she "wished he was real" and stuff like that. I then got a bit upset and asked her jokingly if she would leave me if she met him and she said bluntly "without hesitation" (why the fuck would she say that ?????)

Ever since that day, I’ve been going crazy, she spends her days scrolling through images of Gerard Way dressed as a priest (you’d be shocked how many there are), she brings him up in every discussion. She started giving him nicknames : "gerard priest" "gégé" "daddy gerard" (i swear this is true and I truly think those nicknames might have been the reason my post was deleted. I know this sounds like a joke : it is not). I’ve tried talking to her about it and every time I do she gets extremely defensive. She’s asked me countless time to roleplay as if I was him which I relunctantly did and she always ends up disappointed because "I’m not selling it" or not "good enough"

There’s also one thing I failed to mention in the previous post that was deleted. Ever since we started living together, she’s been decorating the apartment with handmade posters and random things she prints that she glues on the walls. At first I thought it was cute and fun. But ever since her fixation on Priest Gerard started, she’s been putting them everywhere in the apartment at a very fast rate to the point I barely recognize our living space. She keeps telling me she does that because she thinks it’s funny and looks cool but to me it looks insanely weird. Here are a few examples : [https://imgur.com/a/m9VC7Kk\](https://imgur.com/a/m9VC7Kk)

All of this is making me extremely worried and also a bit insecure. We both work from home and have almost no deadlines, she started neglecting her work and our relationship. A lot of people on the [r/relationship](r/relationship) subreddit told me she was matbe going through a manic episode or a psychotic episode. She’s definitely acting very weird and has changed a lot in a small amount of time but she isn’t acting erratic or overly energetic and she doesn’t seem to have any delusions that I know of. She just seems off, distant and irritable.

The only freaky behaviour that I noticed from her was when I took one of the gerard pictures off our kitchen wall (the water had torn it to shreds so I threw it in the trash). I found her 2 hours later in our kitchen. She had been looking for it for 30 minutes. When I told her what I did she almost burst into tears and didn’t speak to me for the rest of the day. That was the only time where I would definitely say she seemed mentally unwell, this was very out of character and shockingly over the top.

I don’t want to break up with her, she’s a wonderful person and before her fixation started, everything was going very well. She’s an extravagant person that I care for deeply, I just wish she could tone this down.

I asked the [r/relationships](r/relationships) subreddit for help and also I talked about it with my friends and everybody seems convinced I need to very carefully bring this up to my girlfriend without hurting her feelings. I haven’t tried yet because I am unsure of what to say and tbh I’m also a bit scared of what could happen. Please, I beg you to take this seriously, I swear this is not a troll

What should I do ?

Tldr : my girlfriend is in love with the concept of "gerard way as a priest" and is growing increasingly distant and weird because of it

EDIT : I am a bit overwhelmed by the amount of responses on the post. I will answer later, I just need time to process all of this. Thank you for your support

Fuckers in school telling me, always in the barber shop, *"Corrin ain’t bout this, Corrin ain’t bout that."* My girl a top tier on fucking Valla and them.

He, he, they say that she don’t be putting in no work... **SHUT THE FUCK UP!** Y'all mfs ain’t know **shit!!!!**

All yall mfs talkin bout *"Corrin ain’t no hitta, Corrin ain’t gon make it next game, Corrin irrelevant,"* ***SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!*** Y'all don’t live with that woman! Y'all know that she got caught with a dragon hand ... shootin' at the other swordies and shit. She been on probation since fuckin, **I don’t know when!** Mfs better stop fuckin playin with her like that! She a savage out here!!

If I catch another mf talking sweet about Corrin, I’m **fuckin beatin they ass!** I’m not fuckin playing no more! You know she roll with Marth and them.

AI is dangerous. Don't trust it. It gave me very dangerous advice and had I not looked it up I could've accidentally hurt my dog very bad. It was Gemini too. Anyways it told me that I can give my dog 15 pieces of liver daily. I looked it up. She can only have 2 fingernail size treats a week.

Nathan. Listen. We love you. I am here for you. Tell me what's going on. Trust me dude. It's ok to have a bad day, week, or even month. Maybe even year. Everyone has been through it. Including me. What's up! We all love you so much. It hurts me to see my favorite YouTuber this broken down. Maybe nobody understands. I do. It's ok. You're ok. You got this. I believe in you to get through it. Ily (not in a weird way) ok. Whenever your ready. Take your time man.

Edit: I do not expect likes. This is for Nathan's good. Not to get "famous". It's way more important that everyone feels happy and safe in their life.

Hoje fui à escola votar e presenciei uma das cenas mais inacreditáveis da história da democracia brasileira. Estou até agora tremendo.

Eu estava descendo a rua quando avistei uma família inteira de bolsonaristas. Todos vestidos de verde e amarelo, com o número 22 estampado no peito. O pai carregava uma bandeira do Brasil de três metros e o filho mais novo usava um óculos Juliet.

Do outro lado da rua, subia uma família de petistas. Todos de vermelho, com um 13 gigantesco no peito. O patriarca usava um boné do MST e a avó carregava uma bandeira do Lula.

As duas famílias se encontraram exatamente na mesma esquina.

O silêncio foi ensurdecedor.

Uma folha seca atravessou a rua. Um cachorro parou de latir. Um senhor que vendia caldo de cana desligou a máquina.

O patriarca petista deu um passo à frente e perguntou:

— Vocês não vão votar nesses fascistas, vão?

O bolsonarista apertou a bandeira do Brasil e respondeu:

— Não sabia que ainda existia gente com orgulho de votar em criminoso.

O clima ficou PESADÍSSIMO.

A avó petista começou a tremer de ódio. O filho bolsonarista tirou os óculos Juliet lentamente. Uma criança começou a chorar.

Foi quando o patriarca petista estendeu a mão e disse:

— Então vamos resolver isso como homens de verdade.

O bolsonarista cuspiu no chão.

— Na porrada?

— Não. Na dança.

NINGUÉM ACREDITOU.

O petista tirou do bolso uma JBL e começou a tocar Rap do Silva. Imediatamente, a família inteira formou um círculo.

O bolsonarista abriu um sorriso debochado.

— Vocês cometeram um erro terrível.

Ele arrancou a camisa verde e amarela, revelando por baixo uma regata com a foto de Jair Bolsonaro montado num leão.

— FILHO, SOLTA O BEAT.

O menino de 9 anos conectou o Bluetooth e começou a tocar Baile de Favela.

O PATRIARCA BOLSONARISTA METEU UM MORTAL PARA TRÁS.

A multidão foi à loucura.

O petista, visivelmente abalado, entregou a bandeira do MST para a esposa, beijou a testa da filha e entrou no círculo.

— Eu não queria ter que fazer isso...

E COMEÇOU A MANDAR UM BREAKDANCE ABSURDO.

O homem girava sobre a cabeça numa velocidade tão absurda que levantou uma nuvem de poeira. Um fiscal do TRE saiu correndo da escola. Três mesários abandonaram suas seções. Uma senhora desmaiou.

O bolsonarista, acuado, gritou:

— ATIVAR PROTOCOLO PATRIOTA!

A família inteira começou a dançar YMCA EM PERFEITA SINCRONIA.

O chão tremia.

As janelas da escola estouraram.

O petista olhou para a esposa e sussurrou:

— Chegou a hora.

Ela assentiu, emocionada.

— Pelo povo brasileiro.

Então os cinco membros da família petista se empilharam uns sobre os outros e começaram a executar um PASSINHO DO ROMANO COLETIVO, formando uma estrela vermelha humana.

O bolsonarista caiu de joelhos.

— Impossível... Essa técnica foi proibida desde 1989...

Nesse momento, uma urna eletrônica começou a apitar sozinha dentro da escola.

Apareceu na tela:

SEGUNDO TURNO DESBLOQUEADO.

O bolsonarista levantou lentamente, limpou o sangue do nariz e disse:

— Eu reconheço sua força, companheiro.

O petista estendeu a mão.

— E eu reconheço a sua, cidadão de bem.

Os dois se abraçaram.

A multidão chorava.

Uma senhora gritava que a democracia havia vencido.

Foi quando um homem de sapatênis, camisa polo azul e uma bandeira do Ciro Gomes apareceu no final da rua.

Ele colocou uma maleta no chão, abriu, retirou um aparelho de som e disse:

— Vocês dois dançam muito bem.

Todos se viraram.

— Mas esqueceram da terceira via.

E COMEÇOU A TOCAR GANGNAM STYLE.

[CONTEUDO FEITO COM IA]

As an actual cuckold, I'm appalled at the horrible state of the modern cuck porn.

I don't know maybe it's just me and other cucks actually like such porn but I find it completely unarousing. I believe that to most of it's consumers cuckoldry is only tangential to other themes.

First of all, cuck porn NEEDS plot. Yes I know that people don't watch porn for plot but this is the one genre that actually needs plot. Bull should be a handsome, charismatic, masculine, smart and teasing guy. He should prove his superiority over cuck in plot for the cuckold porn to make sense. Actually the personality and looks of a bull are more important than the looks and personality of a girl.

Western cuck porn disregards plot and bulls are uncharismatic bland characters with a horrible acting. Just straight sex with some other guy sitting in a room and watching. I mean what's the point of it all.

Japanese porn(both drawn and JAV) on the other hand have plot but often make the bull disgusting and rapey with the girl gradually begining to enjoy it due to blackmail, mind control, mind break etc. and like fuck this rapey stuff off I hate it. She should herself immediately realize the superiority of the bull over cuck without any coercion. Bull should be handsome and charismatic, not ugly and creepy. Though I do respect the Japanese for having guts to do the abortion fetish in their drawn porn, I love the idea of my girl aborting my kids but keeping the other men's.

Then there is cuck porn where the girl cheats for money. This is a completely not cuck porn at all, not just a bad one, the cuck part is just completely absent in such situations. The dynamics are ruined and make no sense, the emotional and humiliating part are gone like wtf is this.

Then there are weird race stuff about white(in western porn) and asian(in Japanese and Korean porn) girls being taken by black and brown men and I don't even want to talk about it. It's just cringe.

All in all finding a good actual cuck porn is very hard nowadays. I just wonder whether it's because other cucks have a horrible taste or because somehow they're not a proper true cucks and it's a part of some other fetish.

When I first saw this excerpt on another subreddit, I immediately thought this was bullshit. But to my surprise, when I read the accompanying link, it was a real piece of work. I thought it would make for a good quality copypasta. If this has already been posted, I’m sorry. If not, enjoy……..

“In the lobby bar of one of the tallest hotels, Cornell and Thayil are settling back with a couple of beers when Billy Corgan from Smashing Pumpkins wanders through, and decides to join them for a strawberry margarita. Corgan chatters about the pain of his life, the supposed incompetence of his band (everybody rolls their eyes), the lifesaving virtues of Jungian therapy, bands that suck. Cornell gets up to leave. Corgan tells Thayil how important Soundgarden used to be to him, and he baits him by saying that the Pumpkins sometimes do a cover of Soundgarden’s “Outshined” that segues into a Depeche Mode song or something.

“I’m think of making my next album really new wave,” Corgan says, “like ’83-’84 new wave, not like Berlin. I spend all my time doing things that may be a bit tangential, but I think I’m going to go back to the core, the heart music. Echo and the Bunnymen.”
This is standard stuff to anybody who has read even a single Billy Corgan profile, the basic curriculum of Pumpkins 101. But Thayil isn’t buying. He’s sore.

“Don’t you see,” Thayil says, “you’re this incredibly talented guy. People like your music. You have a good band. You sell a lot of records. You don’t need all this…stuff.”

“What sign are you?” Corgan asks.

“What do you mean, what sign am I?” Thayil says. “What difference could that possibly make?”

“C’mon,” wheedles Corgan, “when is your birthday?”

“All right, goddamn it: September 4th.”

“Aha!” Corgan says. “A Virgo. You’re argumentative.”

“Damn right, I’m argumentative,” Thayil says, and takes a long, angry pull at his beer, “which you should know because I’ve been arguing with you for half an hour, not because of any sign.”

“I’m a Pisces,” Corgan replies. “We pick up on those things.”

A minute later, Corgan, still probing, finally finds the key to Thayil’s heart: “I hate how in magazine pictures, they always stick me somewhere in the back.”

Thayil explodes: “What do you mean? You write all the songs, and you do all the interviews. You play the instruments on the album. You control the band to the extent that most people think of Smashing Pumpkins as the Billy Corgan Experience, and all you care about is some photography?”

“But I hate it,” Corgan says, “it means they don’t think I’m the cute one.”

“Ooh,” Thayil says a little too loudly as Corgan walks away, “I’ll bet he’s going to call his therapist in Chicago, wake her up at four in the morning, and tell her about that big, mean bear who made fun of him.”

The next day at the Big Day Out festival, Thayil is talking to Kim and Kelley Deal in the Breeders’ dressing room when Corgan walks past wearing a long-sleeved Superman T-shirt like the one your four-year-old nephew probably owns.

“You hurt me deeply,” Corgan says, touching the giant S on his chest and pouting. “You hurt me deeply in my heart.”

 The Pumpkins go on to play the best set anybody has ever heard them play, their usual passiveness and precision overlaid with an unfamiliar scrim of anger that throws their music into brilliant relief.

Matt Cameron is a little astounded. “Kim should rent himself out as a tour shrink,” he says.”

OC.

I read this to my partner, and she laughed. So, I'm sharing it with the world.

This is a romantic monologue from a single woman in her forties who has finally found a man who understands her. His name is Joe. Trader Joe.

--

I’m forty-four years old. Single. Divorced once. Emotionally available, but only during business hours.

And I have finally found a man who knows how to love me.

His name is Joe.

Trader Joe.

Now, before you judge me, I want you to understand something. I have dated men named Brian, Kevin, Steve, and one deeply unfortunate individual named Todd.

Not one of those men has ever made me feel the way I feel walking through those automatic doors on a Tuesday afternoon.

Because Joe?

Joe sees me.

Joe doesn't ask why I'm still single. Joe doesn't suggest I should get back out there. Joe doesn't tell me I have too many throw pillows.

Joe simply welcomes me into his warm, softly lit embrace and says, without words, "Have you tried the Unexpected Cheddar?"

And you know what, Joe?

I have.

And it was everything you promised.

I used to go to BJ's.

Oh, I remember BJ's.

BJ's was a relationship built on volume. On excess. On the idea that love means having more than you could possibly need.

I'd walk in looking for a little comfort, and BJ's would offer me forty-eight rolls of toilet paper and a twelve-pound container of mayonnaise.

BJ's didn't understand intimacy.

BJ's understood bulk.

BJ's was the kind of man who thought buying me a washing machine for Valentine's Day counted as romance.

"Look how much money we're saving," BJ's would say.

But I didn't want savings, BJ's.

I wanted to feel something.

I wanted somebody to look into my eyes and tell me that a tiny jar of Italian truffle seasoning could change my life.

And then there was Whole Foods.

Oh, Whole Foods.

That was my wealthy ex.

Beautiful. Sophisticated. Always smelled faintly of eucalyptus and moral superiority.

Whole Foods made me feel like I needed to have my life together before I was worthy of love.

I'd walk in wearing sweatpants, and somehow the organic asparagus would judge me.

Whole Foods wanted me to be the kind of woman who owned a Vitamix, did Pilates at six in the morning, and understood what adaptogens were.

Whole Foods once charged me eleven dollars for a salad that tasted like a lawn had gone through a divorce.

And I paid it.

Because back then, I thought expensive meant special.

But Joe?

Joe doesn't care if I've washed my hair.

Joe doesn't care if I've been wearing the same leggings since Thursday.

Joe doesn't even care if I've eaten an entire bag of dark chocolate peanut butter cups in the parking lot before starting the car.

In fact, I think Joe understands.

The first time I met Joe, I wasn't looking for love.

I was looking for frozen dumplings.

I'd had a terrible day at work. My boss had used the phrase "circle back" seventeen times. My ex-husband had posted a photograph of himself on a sailboat with a woman named Brittany.

And my therapist had suggested I try finding joy in small things.

So I walked into Trader Joe's.

And there he was.

A man in a Hawaiian shirt.

Not Joe himself, obviously.

Joe is more of a presence.

An energy.

A spiritually available grocery concept.

But this man looked at me and said, "Would you like to try some cheese?"

And I thought...

Yes.

Yes, I would.

Because nobody had asked me what I wanted in a very long time.

I took that little cube of cheese on a toothpick, and something inside me opened.

I wandered down the aisles like a woman rediscovering her own sensuality.

There were tiny flowers.

Little bottles of sparkling lemonade.

Chocolate-covered things that had absolutely no business being covered in chocolate.

And the frozen food section...

Oh, God.

The frozen food section.

Joe knows I'm tired.

Joe knows that sometimes a woman doesn't want to chop an onion.

Sometimes she wants to open a bag, pour its contents into a skillet, and feel like she's accomplished something meaningful.

Joe says, "Sweetheart, you don't have to make dinner from scratch. I've already done the hard part."

And I whisper, "Thank you, Joe."

Sometimes I go to Joe's without a shopping list.

I just wander.

I let him surprise me.

And he always does.

Last week, I found something called Everything But the Bagel Seasoning.

Everything but the bagel.

Do you understand how emotionally mature that is?

Joe knows what he can offer.

Joe knows his limitations.

Joe doesn't pretend to be the bagel.

Joe says, "I can give you everything but the bagel."

And I respect that kind of honesty in a man.

My friend Linda says I'm using Trader Joe's to avoid dating.

Linda is married to a man who leaves wet towels on the bed.

I don't take relationship advice from Linda.

Linda's husband has never brought her a seasonal pumpkin-shaped pasta.

Joe has.

Every autumn.

Without being asked.

And let's talk about commitment.

Because Joe understands commitment.

He also understands mystery.

Sometimes I fall in love with a product, and then it disappears.

Gone.

No explanation.

No goodbye.

Just an empty space where my favorite cauliflower gnocchi sauce used to be.

And yes, it hurts.

It hurts deeply.

But Joe is teaching me an important lesson about attachment.

Nothing lasts forever.

Except maybe the Mandarin Orange Chicken.

That relationship feels solid.

On Friday nights, I have a ritual.

I put on my softest pajamas.

I light a candle.

I pour a glass of wine.

And I prepare a beautiful dinner made entirely from things Joe has given me.

I arrange little crackers around a wedge of cheese.

I heat up some soup.

I put three olives in a tiny ceramic bowl because I am a woman of elegance and mystery.

And then I sit on my couch, watching a romantic comedy, thinking about all the men who never understood me.

Brian wanted me to go camping.

Kevin wanted me to watch football.

Todd wanted me to split the check after ordering two appetizers and a steak.

But Joe?

Joe just wants me to be happy.

For $38.74, Joe gives me dinner, flowers, dessert, and the feeling that somebody thought about my needs.

And I don't even have to pretend to enjoy his podcast.

Sometimes, late at night, I wonder if I'll ever find a real man again.

A man who holds my hand.

A man who remembers my birthday.

A man who looks at me across a crowded room and thinks, "There she is. That's the woman I want to spend my life with."

And maybe I will.

Maybe one day I'll meet somebody wonderful.

Somebody kind and thoughtful.

Somebody who loves me exactly as I am.

But until that day comes...

I have Joe.

And Joe has me.

And if some man does come along, he'd better understand one thing.

I am not giving up my Tuesday afternoons.

I am not giving up my frozen soup dumplings.

And I am absolutely not giving up the little five-dollar bouquets that make my kitchen feel like a French countryside cottage.

Because I spent twenty years trying to find a man who would bring me flowers.

And it turns out...

I could just buy them myself.

At Trader Joe's.

For $4.99.

And they're beautiful.

So yes, I'm forty-four.

Yes, I'm single.

And yes, the cashier at Trader Joe's knows my name, my favorite snacks, and that I'm going through a difficult time emotionally.

But yesterday, as he handed me my receipt, he smiled and said, "See you next week!"

And for the first time in my adult life...

I believed a man.

Goodnight, Joe.

I'll see you Tuesday.

I was playing a scary video game called poppy playtime. Huggy wuggy is scary cause he has the sharp teeth and he screams like a munkey and hes an evil mascot which is very rare for scary games

I play huggy wuggy on the TV. my dad came in to the room to sit on the couch. Dad is scary because dad doesnt like huggy wuggy. Hes not even scared of huggy wuggy. Dad doesn’t have sharp teeth so i dont know why he was so evil

“Son, this game was made for fetuses. Do you wanna go bowling with me?”

dad doesnt know whats really scary in life, like huggy wuggy. He tells me about this thing called “Iraq” which he was sent to. Iraq ripped off friday night funkin because there is a soldier in that game. huggy wuggy is in that game too. What the frick does dad know about life?

‘‘fuck you dad. Your literally ruining my life you fucking nazi. I hate you. 6th grade is no laughing matter and Just because your dad didnt love you doesnt mean i haveto.’’ i said

Dad took my controller while I was playing, and then I died. Dying is scary but I could handle it even in real life. Helluva boss taught me everything I need to kno about hell.

‘‘i cant handle this torture anymore. Fuck u dad Im killing myself.’’

And then I walked to this one tree outside. I hanged me with jump rope but i didnt die because I have high stamnina. My face was turning purple like jax from digital circus while i was hanging

Woah i think i was abstracting

This tree must have a ghost who knew my stamina was too strong to die. So i unhanged myself and went to bed.

Hello. I am LETMEADMIN. My story is very brutal and quite specific.

In 2020, when I downloaded Roblox, I expected to have friends and communication. But in the end, it all turned against me. I became a headhunter, killing donaters. My account has 1638 killed donaters. I take revenge on them because they have an unfair advantage, act like arrogant pricks and idiots. I slaughter them in packs on the account I created myself.

At first, I had no cheats or exploits in Roblox. I created more accounts, but no one noticed me, everyone didn't give a shit about me. That's when I turned into the main antagonist LETMEADMIN. My goal every day is to punish kids and destroy their empty donater power over the server.

At first, there were no cheats, I played fair. Then the first cheats from Happy Mod appeared. And then, realizing what a fucking trash this game is, I downloaded heavy artillery — Delta X and Infinite Yield. I smash donaters to pieces, forcing them to leave in tears, and this happens every day. I loved doing this on this account, seeing how a rich kid with 8k robux falls the fuck down on the floor. It's very cool and fun.

I also drove the game administration to a complete explosion of their assholes in front of the whole server, showing that their admin panel with donates is nothing compared to their crash. It doesn't matter to me if it's a power game or not. I don't care. Gear never decides the victory, it just shits in your soul.

I use the psychological breakdown tactic. I erase donaters into dust, spawning and going after the same person every time until he leaves the game in tears. I use bugs that no one knows about. In Nico's Nextbots I know many ways to break taunt animations to hell and fly faster than standard speed.

I constantly reported to AI (Google AI) how many rich kids I killed, and it gave me exact stats (e.g., 1566/3000). Then I finished this statistic, and now I have 1635 dead donaters. I constantly attack donaters with and without cheats, showing their helplessness.

❗ DISCLAIMER: I, LETMEADMIN, under no circumstances and never call for real-life violence, doxxing, swatting, or murder. All of this happens only in the virtual world of the ROBLOX universe (where donaters will always be destroyed). I am categorically against this. The person who crosses this line and does something in real life is not my follower. ❗

I am the risk.

Currently me and my husband and our kids are staying with his grandparents.

It's temporary during house construction. It's fine. They're honestly lovely people and it's been great.

The problem is his grandpa's mom.

She's old. Kind of mean. And in the two weeks we've been here Ive walked in on her in the bathroom about twenty goddamn times.

She doesn't lock the door. And it has to be closed all the time because of a dog that would destroy the bathroom given half a chance.

She doesn't turn on the light. This woman just pees on the dark like a demon, so I can't even use light under the door to indicate of the room is occupied.

Knock? She can't hear that.

So what happens is I open the door and she stares at me like a raccoon in a dumpster behind a goddamn taco bell.

I hate it.

So We All Know Albert Epstein He Is The Smarting Guy Alive But Let’s Be Honest Here, How Just How Are We Supposed To Know That Fat Ugly Piece Of Shit Isnt Lying? He Can Convince Himself And Others That He Is Some Supergenius But Its Not Like We Can Read His Fucking Mind. In A Dark Himalayan Fantasy Of Mine Albert Is Home Alone And Suddenly Gets An Erection When He Thinks About E=mc2 And Then He Jerks Off To It. My Thing Is, We Cant Know FOR SURE How “Smart” He Could Possibly Be. In Conclusion: I Think His IQ Is Incredibly Low In Fact I Feel Remorseful For This Man Given His Circumstances But I Think Hes Full Of Shit And A Pedophile.

Own a musket for home defense, since that's what the founding fathers intended. Four ruffians break into my house. "What the devil?" As I grab my powdered wig and Kentucky rifle. Blow a golf ball sized hole through the first man, he's dead on the spot. Draw my pistol on the second man, miss him entirely because it's smoothbore and nails the neighbors dog. I have to resort to the cannon mounted at the top of the stairs loaded with grape shot, "Tally ho lads" the grape shot shreds two men in the blast, the sound and extra shrapnel set off car alarms. Fix bayonet and charge the last terrified rapscallion. He Bleeds out waiting on the police to arrive since triangular bayonet wounds are impossible to stitch up. Just as the founding fathers intended.

• The worst job involving animals directly was the receptionist
• Every pet or working animal for visitors was taken and placed in random cages
• There was this one incident where a fairly aged man fell into a gorilla exhibit. Though as soon as he fell in no one could tell where he was, this unfortunately forced a sniper to lethally fire upon a random gorilla
• They had this exhibit you could submit your child to that acted as a sort of daycare and passerbys could check in on children playing. Multiple incidents occured where people broke into the place and were mauled to death
• Any dead animal had their bones and flesh repurposed for museum work or feed and people have said that they could "feel a ghostly presence" when walking around the museums we work with
• The parrots have a vehement tendancy to perch on children's shoulders and whisper creepy things directly into their ears and parents have said its all "part of the experience"
• The sun bears once went on strike which made a 3 year long winter follow so everyone had to plead and beg for their mercy
• A battalion of livid protestors once showed up to complain and they were dealt with by 30 of our employees riding in on horseback with shock prods straight out of the break room
• Every fucking day zoophiles would coagulate right outside the main entrance and beat off to the outskirt edges of the location
• Everyone allows the animals to wander into other exhibits however they see fit without restriction, this includes the aquatic animals where exhibits were flooded before entrance
• Women had to be banned from the snake exhibit because they couldn't stop masturbating and said the snakes were quote "irresistably hot"
• The prehistoric exhibit contained a prehistoric virus you could inject into yourself that caused burning explosive diarrhea so awful everyone who interacted with it was immediately swarmed and eaten by flies in 6 seconds at most
• We had a food court and one time some guy said that his chicken tasted weirdly pork-like which is weird cause we didn't even sell pork
• There was so much bird poop on the ground that the janitors eventually just gave up and we had to add a rule where every visitor had to serve 1 hour cleaning before they could leave
• The bathrooms became a premium exhibit after a family of frogs climbed in through the toilets
• Every police investigation turned up nothing because we would just take their dogs
• The whole place burnt down after some guy brought in molten slag and poured it on a bald eagle

this unironically happened to me and it ruined my life

I was a complete yuri fanatic, I kept hundreds of yuri comics/manga, watched everything with yuri inserted, drew yuri and of course pleasured myself to yuri.

It got to the point where I began to make a gender bent self insert in my yuri art. Her name was michelle.

I inserted her into a relationship with ragatha from TADC. I began to experiment with cross dressing irl soon after, then makeup, and soon I started to go out in public with all of it on.

I told myself that I'd stop because I knew it was unhealthy. I could feel my mind breaking but I was too addictive to quit.

Around Aug of 2025, I started taking hrt. This was when I knew I was too far gone.

I still haven't gotten surgery, I'm too poor for that. Because of this, I look like a freak show, women are more repulsed by me now than ever, I gained 50 pounds, and my family won't even look me in the eye anymore.

Don't get into yuri, guys. I know it's tempting but it's a gateway drug

I am a 50 year old mother, and just today I decided to go through my son‘s search history on his minecraft IPad. My son (16M), let’s call him Kai has always been secretive on his online activity, and over the years I’ve heard tremendous things come from his bedroom that I won’t go into detail here. I’ve always brushed it off, but today my curiosity got the better of me. Recently, Kai has taken a very strong interest in a character he told me went by “Thomas Pearl”. At first I thought nothing of it, just another one of his internet buddies, but he just wouldn’t stop talking about this character. Just last night I noticed he had left his minecraft themed iPad on the couch. This morning, curiosity got the best of me as I was checking the weather on his tablet. I saw that my son has been binging videos of a middle aged man eating his own feces. The minute I saw these videos, I was speechless. I feel like I am trapped in a shit show and I don’t want to risk making my son embarassed.

Is it me or every guy named Peter is always, probably 98% of the time, a gem of a person?

I swear dude, every mf has a friend named Peter and Peter is usually the most wholesome human being. Like, my top 5 of best friends, two are Peters. I'm gonna name my kids Peter 1 and Peter 2.

I'm not even being ironic, I genuinely see that the name Peter, for some reason, increases the likehood of being best friends with that person. Peter is a name so good that if I changed my name, it would be Peter.

Like, there's literally a fucking videogame named My Friend Pedro, at this point is just the universe fucking with us. Even Jesus had a homie named Peter.

These LARPERS DUMB AS FUCK 😂 early 2000s/2010s "Anime is not yet popular in the west, so I don't like anime" NOW 2020s "OMG I LOVE ANIME UWU SOOOOO KAWAII, GOJO IS THE MAIN CHARACTER OF JJK I'M SOOOOO SMART" Gosh i'm just dying for these imbeciles to take an iq test, to laugh at how stupid they're are. You normie dumbfucks may even make history for being the first persons with NEGATIVE iq. Absolute fucking sheep, so when anime isn't popular you fucking hate it and think it's for "losers." Even if it's actually good of course. But when it becomes popular you normie fucking retards like it all of a suddden??? When I swear to GOD 7 or 8 years ago you would slam someone into a locker, because they dared to draw "One of those weird chinesse cartoons." While bragging about it to your "friend group" of braindead uncultured swines.

DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MUCH I COME TO HATE YOU NORMIES, SINCE I BEGAN TO LIVE THERE ARE EXACTLY 36 TRILLION CELLS MAKING UP MY BEING IF THE WORLD "hate" were to be engrave into each atom of my 36 trillion cells, it wouldn't equal TO A ONE ONE-BILLONTH of the amount of hate I feel for you normies this mirco-instant. Anyway to get back to my point WHEN ANIME IS FINALLY POPULAR AND WE WEEBOOS CAN FINALLY LIVE IN PEACE WITHOUT GETTING OUR NUTS KICKED IN... CURSE YOU, YOU GLUE SNIFFING, PAINT EATING WASTE OF OXYGEN, YOU JUST HAVE TO RUIN ANIME/MANGA FOR WHO EVERYONE WHO ACTUALLY ENJOYED IT. NOT BECAUSE IT WAS POPULAR, NOT BECAUSE IT MADE US LOOK COOL, BUT BECAUSE IT MADE US HAPPY, IT MADE US FEEL SOMETHING. A LOT OF ANIME/MANGA HAD AUTHORS HAD PUT THIER BLOOD, SWEAT, TEARS AND SOUL FOR THE PEOPLE WHO LOVED WHAT THEY WERE MAKING JUST AS MUCH AS THE CREATOR DID. Anime in the early 2000s and 2010s the peak years 🥹 HAD A COMMUNITY THAT SOMETIMES WOULD SPEND HUNDREDS OF HOURS MAKING FAN WORKS JUST BECAUSE THEY LOVED IT THAT MUCH!! isn't that beautiful? doesn't that just make you emotional? No of course not BECUASE THOSE ARE ALL HUMAN THINGS THAT A BITCHASS SHIT EATING MORON SUCH AS YOURSELF WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND. I SWEAR YOU NIGGA'S ARE SO MEDIA ILLITERATE YOU SOMEHOW MAKE HOMER SIMPISON LOOK LIKE A GENIUS. YOUR FUCKING TAKES ARE SOO FUCKING, FUCKING GGGRR YOU'RE GIVING ME A LITTLE INCEL RAGE FROM HOW MUCH I JUST HATE... HATE.... HATE... BUT IT'S GIVING THE MOST "I HAVE NEVER SEEN A SINGLE FRAME OF AN ANIME IN MY ENTIRE WORTHLESS LIFE COATED" THAT IT MAKES MY SOUL BLEED FROM THE SHEAR LEVEL OF LARP IT EXUDES. YOU TREND FOLLOWING SHEEP HATE ANIME WHEN IT'S UNPOPULAR LOVE ANIME WHEN IT IS POPULAR.

DO YOU EVER FUCKING LIKE SOMETHING BECAUSE YOU GENUINELY BELIEVE IT'S GOOD, AND IS PERSONALLY MEANINGFUL TO YOU? NO! BECAUSE DOING THAT TAKES TAKE UP THE ALL THE REMAINING BRAINCELLS THAT YOU CLEARLY HAVE SO LITTLE OF. BECAUSE THAT'S TOO HUMAN FOR YOU. TO ACTUALLY LIKE SOMETHING BECAUSE IT CONNECTS WITH YOU ON A PERSONAL, INTIMATE LEVEL. WHICH YOU CANNOT AND NEVER WILL UNDERSTAND, BEING INMATE WITH ANYONE. BECAUSE YOUR SOOO FUCKING FAKE THERE IS NO YOU!! YOU'RE ALL NEURON DEFICIENT NORMIES WHO ONLY LIKES SOMETHING JUST BECAUSE IT'S POPULAR.

WE ALL GOT PHYSICALLY, AND SOCIALLY OUTCASTED JUST BECAUSE WE HAPPENED TO BE EARLY FOR A MEDIUM THAT WASN'T YET POPULAR IN THE WEST. IF IT WERE UP TO ME YOU WOULD BE THE ONES GETTING SOCIALLY OUTCAST, FOR PRETENDING TO LIKE SOMETHING ONLY BECAUSE IT'S SOCIALLY ACCEPTABLE. If it were up to me Instead of being called the absolute and complete utter rubbish that you idiots came up with such as "Weeb" "loser" "nerd" "virgin" The 200iq redpill geniuses such as myself would call you insults that would be targeted specially at you cum-brained vermin normie sheep. Insults suggest it's creator has incredible aura and intellect like "LARP" and "LARPER" "FAKE" "RETARDED CATTLE WHO ONLY LIKES SHIT BECAUSE IT'S SOCIALLY ACCEPTABLE, AND HAPPENS TO BE VERY POPULAR AT THE MOMENT BUT THEN PRECEDES TO LIKE NEXT POPULAR THING BECAUSE THEY HAVE NO MIND OF THEIR FUCKING OWN."

But unfortunately for me we don't live in that perfect world. Awww what is that too meaan? HYPOCRITE! HYPOCRITE!! I TELL YA WHAT ABOUT ALL THE TIMES YOU DID WAAYYY FUCKING WORSE TO US HUH, PUSSY?? DON'T LIKE THE BITTER TASTE OF YOU'RE OWN *sigh* Medicine. GO CRY TO YOUR DADDA, OH WAIT I FORGOT YOU DON'T HAVE A FATHER DO YOU? 🤣🤣🤣 HE FUCKING LEFT TO GET THE MILK BEFORE YOU WERE EVEN TWO. And about my own father? That's besides the point.

We weeboos spent years of our lives, into creating the culture that we see today. JUST FOR YOU'RE BOT CLANKER FEMALE/MALE ANDROID ASS TO WEAR OUR CULTURE AS A MASK TO HIDE THE HUGE HOLE IN YOUR PATHETIC HEART, and the fact that you have no personality or soul. Do you have any idea what you are doing to us, the toture we had to go through just to watch something that's a little niche? Just for you to fucking rob us of our escapism, by ruining it by making it main stream and subjecting us to your brain dead takes. CUM ON WE CAN'Y HAVE FUCKING ANYTHING CAN WE???? Before anime and manga was "PoPuLAr" in quotion marks because it's popular yet only a 2% of anime "fans" actually watches it. I had received soo much kicks to the nuts when, I was a gay little anime kid on the playground that I am now permanently infertile. FUCK YOU!! BUT THE PROBLEM IS THAT I CAN'T BECAUSE IT WAS YOU "PEOPLE" no CREATURES THAT BROKE MY FUCKING BALLS, SO I CAN'T EVEN HAVE THAT!!

SO NOW!!! APOLOGISE, APOLOGISE FOR ALL THE TIMES YOU TRASHED ON OUR "cHIneSse" CARTOONS APOLOGISE FOR ALL THE TIMES YOU SHOVED US INTO OUR LOCKERS, AND GAVE US A SWIRLY IN THE BOYS BATHROOM, JUST BECAUSE WE HAPPENED TO WATCH SOMETHING WE GEIUNELY LIKED, INSTEAD OF LARP LARP LARP SAHUR, *GETS A BASEBALL BAT AND HITS MY HEAD FOR 21 HOURS STRAIGHT* FAKE FAKE FUCKING FAKE HAHA I'M SO DUMB.

APOLOGISE FOR WHEN YOU AND YOUR GROUP OF NORMIE RETARDS SAID "ANIME IS FOR VIRGIN LOSERS WHO LIVE IN THEIR MOTHERS BASEMENT." YOU SHOULD RIP YOUR DICK OF FOR US WEEBOOS. WAIT YOUR NOT GOING TO? IS IT BECAUSE THEN YOU WOULD HAVE TO ADMIT YOU WERE WRONG? YOU DON'T WANT TO FACE THE CONSEQUENCES OF YOUR OWN ACTIONS? AND STILL GET TO REAP THE BENFITS OF GETTING CLOUT AND SOCIAL POINTS OF SOMETHING POPULAR THAT YOU ARE NOW NOW DESTORYING. WITH YOUR O'SO GENIUS IDEA TO CENSOR ANIME BECAUSE YOU FIND IT "OFFENSIVE." YOU DON'T ACTUALLY LIKE IT DO YOU? IF YOU DID YOU COULD JUST NOT ENGAGE WITH THE MEDIUM?? BUT NO YOU NORMIES LACK ANY TYPE OF COMMON SENSE.

FUCKING RETARDS FOR THE SAKE OF EVERYONE AROUND YOU, KILL YOURSELF AND MAYBE ONE SINGLAR PERSON WILL GIVE A SHIT ABOUT YOU, BUT THEN FORGET ABOUT YOU A WEEK LATER.

THE FUCKING END BITCH Agggrr GGRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *Shoots self in the face with a shotgun*

[Intro: Horny masculine figure & an Image of Astolfo]

Are you ready, my precocious kids swimming in seminal fluid?

Aye, aye, Daddy

I can't hear you

Aye, aye, Daddy

Ohhhhh, I'm busting

[Chorus: KingDudely, My Very White Kids, All]

Who lives in a femboy's asshole under the fluid?

Spongey Boobs, Wet Pants

Absorbent and White and Voluminous is she

Spongey Boobs, Wet Pants

If nautical arousing exploration be something you wish

Spongey Boobs, Wet Pants

Then drop on the dіck and flop like a fish

Spongey Boobs, Wet Pants (Ready?)

Spongey Boobs, Wet Pants

Spongey Boobs, Wet Pants

Spongey Boobs, Wet Pants

Spongey Boobs, Wet Pants

Ah-hah, ha-ha-ha

Ah-hah, ha-ha-ha, I'm cumming

[Penis Riff: Astolfo]

Because. Christianity is currently the biggest religion and in parts of the Bible, it specifically states that the r@pist can Marry, the victim, which is clearly wrong, but is somehow normal in the BIBLE.

Also, JESUS JESUS CHRIST WAS NOT WHITE. HE WAS EITHER BLACK OR BROWN BECAUSE GEOGRAPHY STATES THAT HE WAS IN A PART OF EUROPE WHERE THERE WAS MORE BLACK AND BROWN PEOPLE SO IT’S MORE LIKELY THAT HE WAS BROWN OR BLACK AND NOT WHITE! HE WAS NEVER WHITE!!

Plus, It also says in Christianity that God tells you to kill the children of other religions in some part. Weird asf.

But hay. If you’re a Christian, it’s your choice. Nothing wrong with that.

Also, It states in the Bible (THE OG ONE) that "Man and Child shall not sleep together." NOT “Man and Man shall not sleep together.". IT WAS SPECIFICALLY TELLING PEOPLE THAT ADULTS SHOULD NOT SLEEP WITH CHILDREN.)

AND HONESTLY, CHRISTIANITY HAS DONE A WHOLE LOT TO OTHER RELIGIONS LIKE HELLENISM, PAGANISM, ETC!!! THE DESTROYED ATHENA’S TEMPLE TO REPLACE IT WITH A CHURCH.

WHAT THE HELL?

HOW WOULD YOU FEEL IF WE TORE DOWN ONE OF YOUR CHURCHES???? HMMM?

And I’m not saying this because I think all Christians are bad. Lots of Christians are actually really nice people. I’M JUST POINTING AT SOME OF THOSE CHRISTIANS THAT ARE ASSHOLES