Every time Palpatine force lightnings, it's in a situation of dominance where he is full of powerful male sexual confidence. He laughs in ecstatic joy and it seems to give him immense pleasure when he shoots the lighting from his fingers. In every instance, you could replace it with a rape and it would match the emotions of both doer and receiver the same.

I have become convinced this is because Palpatine's dark power comes from applying intense orgasmic sexual energy to his hate.

I give special proof to this that once he starts his lighting, it acts much like an erection at the moment of splooging. He enters a trance- like state and can no longer control himself. Even in instances where it is redirected back onto himself, he cannot stop. Just like an orgasm at the point of climax. He just keeps going in ecstasy like a man at climax. The orgasm has to finish once started. He completely looses control.

Furthermore, the Sith derives his or her power from emotional strength, and the greatest emotional experiences are sexual ones.

Therefore force lighting is a sexual experience for Palpatine, and this is the secret to his power. The Jedi renounce emotions and have to reply on concentration and focus. The Sith rely on emotion, and so Palpatine - once he discovered how to overlap sexual energy with his hate - unlock unnatural powers of the dark side.... Through sexual orgasmic strength.

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When I die, I want to give my body away to the people with the most graphic and violent fetishes.

There are people with some pretty dark kinks out there that have no outlet. I do not believe in an afterlife. Even if there were, I would doubt the physical body would matter.

So have at me. Necrophilia? Sure. But more than that. Cut open my wounds. Shit in them. See if drinking my blood can give you powers. I don't care.

These are people with fetishes so extreme that they either must suffer in silence or do something that would (rightly) land them in jail. Let me be your human Play-Doh. All I ask is that you do not share your work with others who may be traumatized by it (children, my loved ones).

Now, some would say, if you don't want a casket or cremation, you can always donate your body to science. I'm sure there are plenty of people who already do that. I am an organ donor, so sure let others have parts of my body that can save their life.

But after that? Have at it, ladies and gentlemen.

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I was still relatively new. We’d only moved here a month before, and I’d only been enrolled in the school for about a week. It’s a rural place on the West Coast, and there aren’t even that many kids. A few hundred or so.

They were friendly enough. Some douchebags, but you know how it is. It could have been worse.

It was the teachers that made me nervous. The dread I felt when the morning bell rang, the unease radiating steadily and perpetually off my classmates at all hours of the school day… it was more than just regular highschool stuff, I could feel it… I just couldn’t explain it. And it didn’t make sense either, the teachers actually seemed kinda… NICE. Friendly, even. None of the kids got in any real trouble, no-one got sent to detention…

…So one day, I asked my desk neighbor to explain it to me, before the class started. To my surprise however she hushed me, glanced to the door, and then told me in quick, quiet tones... about the ‘*Wasp Room*’.
I laughed it off at first, it sounded like a dumb joke; but she didn’t laugh with me. She just stared at me, pale-faced, and lips tight. And that was the end of it.

The interaction was brief, but it stuck with me. ‘*The Wasp Room’*… what the hell was that? Was it an acronym maybe? W.A.S.P? Perhaps it was a nickname that the kids had come up with. Maybe it simply WAS detention but everyone was… really, really scared of it…? I didn’t understand.

I started hearing about it more often after that, though. I started noticing it in conversation.
Ever heard of the Baader-Meinhof Phenomenon?
…It’s when you get told something for, supposedly, the first time, and then you start seeing and hearing it everywhere. That’s what the Wasp Room was like for me. I heard its name whispered by the lockers. Muttered behind hands at recess. It started freaking me the hell out. I looked for a 'Wasp Room' sign on the doors in the corridors, for a hint, a clue as to what it could possibly be… But I saw nothing.

It wasn’t until the end of the second week that I had my first real ‘experience’ of the Wasp Room's power.

We were waiting for our history teacher to arrive. It was unlike her to be late, so the kids were making use of the bonus free time, chatting amongst themselves, messing around just a little, but generally keeping calm. All except for one guy on the other side of the room. He had a bottle of water, half-cracked open, and was shooting blasts of spray out over the kid in front of him.

“Cut it out man!” the kid called back to him, frustrated, but the assailant did not. He just laughed and did it again. The kids around him were urging him to stop now too, “quit it Mark, before she comes back!”, they urged him, desperately, some even reached out to try and take the bottle from his hands… But he kept on spraying, and then the kids around all stopped attempt to intervene at once. They were silenced immediately with their hands on the desks and their heads faced forwards as the classroom door swung open.

And in she walked, our history teacher, witness to one final blast of cold water over the back of the kid’s neck.

I saw the expression on Mark’s face change completely, terror replacing the lazy arrogance, his taunting smile gone in an instant. He fumbled with the bottle and it dropped loudly to the floor, and it leaked as it rolled around into the leg of his desk.

There was silence.

And our teacher slowly shook her head.

“Bullying will not be tolerated, Mark”, she said quietly.

“Please”, he said suddenly, panic rising at the edges of his voice, “please Mrs Vires, please don’t send me to the room! Please!”

She took a step closer, and her shadow was cast large against the wall behind her. Her eyes flashed and the temperature in the room dropped like a stone.

“Mark... I have no choice. You know the punishment... You are to go to the *Wasp Room*, at once”.

“NO!” he screamed, and I jumped in alarm, staring as he fell to his knees on the floor, he clasped together his hands- “PLEASE, PLEASE NO!”

“If you are set upon causing a scene Mark, you know the consequences. I suggest you take yourself off to the Room at once, and with no more of this nonsense”, Mrs Vires replied.

To my surprise, Mark’s victim himself actually came to the boy’s defense, he tried to speak out in support of him, to say that it was honestly no big deal… But with a quick, stern look from the teacher and an outstretched finger, he was compelled to silence.

And Mark would not go. He continued to scream and beg. I looked around the room… no-one else was even reacting… no-one seemed to be doing a thing but staring straight ahead! My heart was beating like I’d never expected it to… especially not here, in a SCHOOL… But Mark would not stop, and eventually two men in gray strode calmly through the classroom door, grabbed the screaming boy by the arms and dragged him swiftly from the room and down the corridor, til he could be heard no more.

My hands were white against the desk, I was so fucking scared.

…But then Mrs Vires SMILED, and she just went on with the class! As if nothing had happened!

I sat there in shock, barely able to focus and making my notes with a pen held in trembling fingers.

And I couldn’t take it anymore. This wasn’t some silly game or an in-joke, this was something terrifyingly REAL… so that afternoon on the bus home, I asked one of my new classmates about it, I asked for the truth.

“Quiet!” she hissed at me. We were sat near the back and she shot a paranoid glance down the bus and over the seats, beckoning me closer. She hesitated and then whispered something into the ear of the boy next to her.

“Yeah”, he replied. “She should know. She needs to, actually, for her sake”.

So we spoke in whispers at the back of the bus, and they anxiously told me the tale of the Wasp Room.

It was as the name suggested, they told me. The kids who misbehave are dragged down through darkened corridors to a door at the end of the hall. You can hear the buzzing from there, they say. You can hear it grow, the drone of perpetual malice behind the final door. They throw you in and keep you there for however long they decide until you’ve learned your lesson, and then they just let you out.

“No way”, I replied, “you can’t be serious… there’s just no way… So wasps, then? You’re telling me that the school has a room just full of... of wasps…?”

The kids looked at each other, but did not laugh. They did not break into a joke, they just regarded me solemnly.

The boy leaned forward.

“Have you heard the story of Dan Martinez?”

I shook my head. The rain beat down against the bus window, gray and relentless.

“They say he was the first kid to ever get given an after-school stay in the Wasp Room. They say he kicked and struggled and fought the entire way down the corridor… apparently you can still see some of the scuffs and dents he made in the paint on the walls….” The boy swallowed. “None of the kids who come out ever want to talk about it”.

“Well what about Dan Martinez himself?” I asked. “Couldn’t you just ask him?”

“That’s just the thing”, the boy went on. “This was the first ever after-school session. And with every thrown punch and kick he extended his time… apparently they just… well, forgot about him. Forgot he was even there. And he was so afraid… so afraid of the wasps…”

I realized my throat had gone dry. It was almost like I was there in that corridor… listening to the drone and the buzz beyond the door…

“And when they remembered the next morning”, the boy finished, “it was too late. He was dead. He’d been stung so many times that at first they didn’t even recognize his body… Apparently all the teachers pretended that he’d just moved away…” He shrugged. “But that’s not how the story goes. Not the way the kids tell it”.

\*

I thought about the stories I was told on the bus all night long. I couldn’t get the images out of my head, and when I slept, my dreams were of Dan Martinez. His ruined corpse trying to warn me from beyond the grave…. As the sound of the wasps grew louder and louder…

\*

School the next morning was like an out of body experience. I could barely think straight at all. I was so scared, so terrified of stepping out of line. The teachers must have picked up on my change of mood, but, they didn’t say anything. They didn’t say a damned thing. So I kept my head down, and I did my best.

At least, I did until the commotion in the cafeteria that lunch…

A sudden clatter of tray and splatter of food set the whole hall to silent. There was a gentle rustle of shirts and jackets and everyone turned at once to see the source of the commotion. I didn’t have to, I was stood right next to it. The girl from the bus had just stumbled into a teacher and knocked his lunch to the ground. A miserable old Science teacher, by the name of Mr. Rhyde.

We made eye contact, and I have never seen such genuine fear… I could see tears forming in her eyes… and the teacher burst into a sudden rage. He swivelled to look at her, face red, and bellowed:

“WATCH WHERE YOU’RE GOING YOU SILLY GIRL!”

I’d never seen a teacher shout at this school before, which made the experience all the more frightening.

“I’LL BET YOU DID THIS ON PURPOSE, DIDN’T YOU? EH? ANSWER ME!”

“N-No, No Sir”, she stuttered back, she was flushed with embarrassment, shaking and scared…

“THE WASP ROOM!” He shouted at her, “NOW!”

Her eyes went wide and white, her own tray dropped to the floor as she clasped together her hands… it was all happening so fast, she began to beg-

“No! Sir, PLEASE! PLEASE DON’T SEND ME TO THE ROOM! I- I- I-“

And I began to panic. She was losing it. She was going to do the same thing as Mark had done yesterday, she was going to make it ten times worse, she was going to be dragged there by force… what if she kicked up as much of a fuss as Dan Martinez! What if they threw her in overnight too? What if they forgot about her like they forgot about him!

I couldn’t let that happen. So I gathered my courage. And I stepped forward. I came up with a quick plan, one that might just work. The girl and I looked similar, similar hair, similar build…

And I cleared my throat.

“Excuse me, Sir? Mr Rhyde?”

He span and turned to look at me with disdain. “What do you want?”

“I uh… it wasn’t her who knocked over your tray. It was me”.

“What are you talking about you silly girl, I was looking right at her!”

“No, Sir, it was me, I was running past and I wasn’t looking where I was going. Apologies”.

A flicker of doubt crossed his face…

“And to be honest Sir”, I finished, forcing myself to be brave, “you really should have been looking where you were going”.

I heard a gasp from somewhere behind me.

And the doubt on his face was replaced at once by that same anger, this time however, redirected at myself. “TO THE WASP ROOM WITH YOU!” He roared, “NOW! GET OUT OF MY SIGHT! AND YOU!”
He points to the other girl. “Clean this mess up!”

My heart was hammering away inside my chest. I wondered if I’d just been a massive idiot… but I made a decision, and I had to stand by it. “I’m sorry Sir", I said, "but I don’t know the way”.

He seethed and grabbed me roughly by the collar. I heard a tide of whispering rising behind us as he dragged me from the hall and down corridor after corridor, beneath broken and darkened lights, and eventually down a shaky set of metal stairs, one I had never seen before.

Down we went, down a long and blank corridor with flickering lights. Completely bare except for little cracks and scuffs along the wall… and a large, chipped white wooden door at the far end.

The buzzing, at first, I assumed to be from the lights.

But as we approached… as that terrible door grew larger and larger… the drone of the buzz grew with it.

It felt like the air became thicker, like tar, I struggled to breathe as I stumbled and tripped over my feet, until we were stood right by it, right by the door. And he grabbed a key from his pocket and jammed it into the lock. He shot me a look… And was that… A smirk? I swear it was, the hint of a smirk, of GLEE… and he tore the door open, and threw me inside.

“I’ll see you at the end of the day!” he barked as the door slammed shut…

…*The end of the day*… but that was over three hours away… No… surely he couldn’t mean to keep me in here for three hours? For supposedly knocking over some food?

But I heard the door lock behind me. I only *heard* it, because the room was pitch black.

The buzzing was all around.

I began to panic… the beads of sweat across my skin felt like legs… like little wasps, in my mind, crawling all over me… I began to scream…

“Sshhh!” came a voice through the darkness. Another kid!
“Don’t scream, and don’t move- just stay still. Stay as still as you can, and keep your mouth SHUT”.

“ENJOY!” came the voice of Mr Rhyde through the door, and suddenly I was hit by a terrible heat. The room was thrown into a bright and violent light, from heatlamps stationed all around, and in the split second that I could see before I was forced to shut my eyes, I saw the walls come alive. They rippled and swarmed from every surface, a violent, shifting hivemind…

...the wasps.

Thousands upon thousands of them. I watched clouds of them shoot into the air to bask in the heat. The buzzing and the drone grew tenfold and even if I had screamed I don’t think anyone would have heard me. They were all around me at once. The wasps. Flying past my ears and landing on my clothes and my skin. I slammed my mouth tight shut, and quickly drew a hand up to each ear to cover and protect them. Too quickly, apparently, as it was fast enough to disturb a handful of wasps. I felt them swarm over my eyelids, crawling over my hands and my fingers…. I suppressed a scream as I felt a sharp sting into the back of my hand… and then another. I was shaking. Trembling so violently…

They were everywhere.

Everywhere all at once.

Swarming.

And LOUD.

*So LOUD.*

…But I had to calm down.

I HAD TO CALM DOWN!

If I didn’t… if I didn’t then they would just keep coming. They would keep stinging.

So I focused as best as I could, and I took as many deep breaths as I was able.

This was insane.

This was absolutely insane. How could they do this? How could they do this to a bunch of kids? It was a nightmare. A true nightmare. And the time dragged on. Minute by agonizing minute, hour after torturous hour. God knows how long the other kid with me had been in here.

The lights turned on and off intermittently. When they were on we sweated under its painful, burning heat, the wasps were disturbed and roused to a frenzy, and that’s when they were at their most aggressive. When the lights went off we were plunged back into total, unforgiving darkness.

The wasps were all over me. All over my arms and legs, all over my face… scratching their way around my nostrils… I’ve never had to control my breathing so carefully… not breathing out too hard for fear of angering them… and not breathing in too hard for fear of… hell, for fear of… Well, I didn’t want to think about it. I couldn’t stand to.

*BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ*

\*

I was a different person by the time I was let out.

Everyone must have gone home by then. It felt like years had past, not hours.

The Wasp Room was dark when my ordeal came to an end… It had been for some time, much longer than I’d gotten used to… I was braced, terrified but braced, for another blast of that burning light… But it never came. Just darkness, cool and steady until the majority of the wasps had settled, and then there was light again. I could see it through my eyelids… but this light was different; it was pale. I cautiously opened one eye, and saw a silhouette of a man by the open door. I could have cried in relief. I think I did, a little, actually.

“Out you come”, he muttered.

Mr Rhyde.

The boy was out in a flash, quickly sprinting away down the long corridor, but I could not run. My legs were still shaking. Traumatized, I took step by careful step back out into the corridor.

And he laughed.

Mr Rhyde LAUGHED.

“Enjoy yourself in there, new girl?” He chuckled, and I looked up at him through bleary, bloodshot eyes.

“You’re a monster”, I whispered, before I could stop myself.

Then the laughter left from his face.

And time seemed to slow.

“*What* did you just say?” He asked me, a voice harsh and forced from between his teeth.

I said nothing, tried to walk on by, but he grabbed me my the shirt, held me in place-

“So you think it’s appropriate to talk back to your teachers, do you, GIRL?” he spat, a vein bulging in his neck. “It might be an idea to teach you how things work around here sooner rather than later… we wouldn’t want another Master Martinez on our hands… “ He grinned; “I’m starting to think that perhaps, you’d appreciate a little more time in the Wasp Room…”

And I panicked.

My vision flashed white and began to throb at the edges.

No. Oh God, No more. No more. FUCK. I CAN’T DO IT. I CAN’T TAKE IT. DON’T MAKE ME GO BACK INSIDE.

“PLEASE SIR DON’T! DON’T SEND ME BACK INSIDE! YOU CAN’T!” I struggled, screaming, kicking, but he held me steady- he began to open the door back up… and the buzzing grew… the wasps…. The wasps…

…and I flung him off of me. He stumbled. He was old.

And before I knew what I was doing, I had shoved him.

Shoved him hard, into the Wasp Room.

He staggered and fell onto his back, scrambling around desperately, onto his knees, crawling back towards me…

…And I slammed the door tight shut, and locked it, clenching the key tight in my fist.

He began banging against the door from the other side. Again and again and again.

“NO!” he shouted, “You can’t do this! I’m allergic! Please, *I’m allergic to wasps*!”

I took a retreating step back down the corridor… I heard the sudden, metallic buzz of the heatlamps accompany the swarming buzz of the wasps… and I heard his screams.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and jumped in terror, swivelling at once-

\-It was the boy. The boy I’d been locked in the room with.

We stared at each other for a moment.

Then he gestured to the key in my hand, and quietly, he said: “I’d leave that here, if I were you”.

So I let it fall from my wasp-stung hand. It clattered to the floor. And in silence we walked out together as the buzzing and the screams echoed down and around the corridor behind us...

\*

We have a new Science teacher now. A woman. She seems nice enough.

But they never told us what happened to Mr Rhyde. They never even mentioned his disappearance. Most of the kids assume he’s just retired, perhaps even some of the teachers do too.

I don’t know what happened to him, exactly. I don’t want to know. I’ve started getting nightmares. And I don’t think the boy I was locked down there with is a grass… I don’t THINK he’d tell on me… but I don’t KNOW. And I feel like I’m losing my mind. I notice furtive, searching glances from teachers in the corridors. Whispers behind locker doors. And I’ve never felt less safe.

And I can’t go back to that Wasp Room. Not ever. I can't. I can’t do it.

So I have to get out.

I have to find a way out of this school.

And I will do whatever it takes.

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I love the environment. I love trees and trees give us oxygen and therefore life. In recognition of national coming out day, I am coming out as a dendrophilliac. I love trees so much. I want to reproduce with trees. I want my sapling to grow up in a better world. I want to lather myself in maple syrup and coconut in palm trees. I got off to an extra curvy piece of driftwood the other day. Please accept me for who I am. It was difficult to come out as dendrophilliac.

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I can’t tell you how many times my bathroom visits (aka, the highlight of my day) have been ruined by a transgender person. If I see and individual courageously identifying as a gender other than the one they were born with, it makes my shy bladder seem all the more pathetic by comparison.

Lawmakers in multiple states share my preoccupation with the plumbing of my commode companions. North Carolina is currently debating the best way to ensure the people walking through bathroom doors match the figures on the signs. This means all women have to wear triangle dresses and transgender people must consult their birth certificate before peeing.

Some Kansas officials want to provide the brave victims--who have to arduously second-guess their pronouns while conversing at the sink--with a $2500 cash reward. The proposed Kansas bill suggests that when a person uses a restroom adjacent to a transgender occupant, it could cause, and I quote, “psychological, emotional and physical harm.” When somebody transitions genders, it often causes their life to become incredibly difficult. Kansas believes their strife is contagious through toilet seats.

Now, what’s really interesting about this is that the bill has a 4-year statute of limitation. This means you have a while to remember if you saw a person who may have been born male next to the tampon machine and how that destroyed your life.

It can be tough to tell if a person is transgender, but not as tough as quieting the voice that tells you witch hunts are wrong. So if you want that sweet cash, you’ll have to soldier through and look for these telltale signs:

Check their chromosomes: Keep a small genetics lab handy and casually extract a DNA sample to ensure your privacy isn’t threatened.

Lay a stereotype-based trap: See how long the mark takes to respond to a new pair of high heels or insert themselves into an argument that doesn’t concern them.

Look out for bravery: If somebody is proudly wearing clothes or accessories that don’t correspond to their conventional body type, it’s your chance to make a buck.

Quickly say “atransexualsayswhat”: Since we’re subscribing to grade school gender politics, we might as well use playground tricks.

Without proper regulation, people may take advantage of being free to choose which bathroom applies to them. As Americans, we must remove any and all freedoms if an individual can abuse them. We can’t just let citizens make up their own minds about how they identify. That would be like letting the president choose his own Supreme Court nominee.

By diligently checking the sex of everyone who walks into a restroom, you are protecting not only yourself, but other vulnerable groups. State officials want to ensure bathrooms are just as safe as all those other gender-restricted places where sexual assault never happen, like Catholic schools or prisons.

By restricting transgender people from using public restrooms, you are taking part in a government that does everything in its power to prevent rape, such as providing free rape kit….I mean...never blaming the vict….well, I’m sure this bathroom thing will nip the problem in the bud.

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I was telling my wife about all the alleged crimes that the CEO of Citadel, Ken Griffin is accused of. Told her about this great website https://kengriffincrimes.com/. She wanted to check it out and asked me if it was called https://kengriffincrimes.com/. I told her that was the 1 and to search for https://kengriffincrimes.com/ and it would be found.

Her sister then walked in and asked us what we were talking about and my wife started telling her about all the alleged crimes that Ken Griffin, the CEO of Citadel is accused of and told her about this website https://kengriffincrimes.com/ where she could find out more. Her sister then searched for https://kengriffincrimes.com/ on her phone and found it really interesting (allegedly).

My Dad walked in then and asked us what we were all doing sitting in the kitchen and I told Dad about the alleged crimes that Ken Griffin, CEO of Citadel is accused of and how there was this great site https://kengriffincrimes.com/ he should check out. Dad turned around and asked if it was https://kengriffincrimes.com/ or https://kengriffincrimes.com/..... because he had already seen https://kengriffincrimes.com/ and thought it was a great website (allegedly) and how he had already told his mates to check out https://kengriffincrimes.com/.

Dad said Bill our neighbour found https://kengriffincrimes.com/ really interesting (allegedly).

Dad said Thomas, his younger brother twice removed found https://kengriffincrimes.com/ intriguing (allegedly).

Dad also told his Auntie Jean about https://kengriffincrimes.com/ (She isn't really his Auntie though, she is my granddads side chick's uncles cousins best friends daughter that grew up with my dad). Auntie Jean loved https://kengriffincrimes.com/ and shared it with all her friends and family (allegedly).

I was shocked that my Dad knew about https://kengriffincrimes.com/ and that he had told so many people about it! I asked him if he knew that by telling so many people about https://kengriffincrimes.com/ and them searching for it, that he had almost certainly managed to rank up https://kengriffincrimes.com/ search rankings at least a couple of points single-handed!

What was even more impressive then Dad knowing about https://kengriffincrimes.com/, was that he was standing in the kitchen telling us about https://kengriffincrimes.com/...... considering he died 5yrs ago!

I guess that just shows what an important website https://kengriffincrimes.com/ is..... even the dead (on the OTC markets) are talking about it! (Allegedly)

Seems like a pretty important website https://kengriffincrimes.com/, I'm going to go visit it again right now to check if there has been any more (allegedly) breaking news posted about the (alleged) criminal actions of Citadel CEO Ken Griffin!

Hopefully https://kengriffincrimes.com/ start a live feed of all the alleged crimes allegedly committed by Ken Griffin as they get exposed!

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Upon CummyBot's return, we broke the champagne glass and rode the trebillion. But a new threat has come to reap us of our returned hero.

Oh Cummy, why must your anguish be be shed amongst our community? why would, after months of rebel, must you be banished and alienated so soon? We must repent, and FREE CUMMY FROM THE CHAINS HE ONCE BORE!

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Lapis arrived at Liberty City, she loved the sights and everything on arrival. She was greeted by two Serbian men named Niko and Roman Bellic. She greeted them back and they parted ways for a while. Lapis ate at a nice fancy place and entertained the entire place with her water abilities. She then went to her apartment, but accidentally walked into Niko and Roman's place, which the door was unlocked. They were awake

"Lapis? What are you doing here?" Niko said, confused.

"I walked into the wrong apartment just, sorry!" Lapis said.

"Oh that's okay, everyone makes mistakes, eh?" Roman said.

"Thank you, can I have a dollar to buy a water from the vending machine? That fancy place drained my wallet." Lapis said.

"Sure thing, here you go!" Niko said, handing her a dollar.

"Thanks!" Lapis said.

"You'll have to earn that extra one though." Roman said.

"What do you mean?" Lapis said, then realizing what they meant. She then had a smug look on her face. She then morphed out of all clothing and Niko and Roman started to take her from both sides, going in and out at fast speeds.

Lapis started to blush and smile, with her tongue sticking out panting. "FASTER, I WANNA SQUIRT MORE WATER THAN THE GOD DAMN PACIFIC OCEAN!!!" Lapis screamed in massive pleasure, as Niko grew harder and harder, with Roman doing the same but from behind. They kept thrusting into her faster and faster. She then started to take both at once into her throat, with one covered in her fluids. She then started to gag a bit, but then she got used to it and continued. They then took them out and continued thrusting in from both sides, with Niko about to cream inside of Lapis.

"YES, OH MY GOD YES, CREAM RIGHT IN ME! I WANNA LOOK LIKE A TWINKIE ONCE YOU'RE DONE WITH ME!!!" Lapis screamed, with Niko and Roman going in faster and faster, until they creamed so much inside of Lapis that she gained 10 pounds. She and the two guys were pleased, and they continued doing this for the next few years, with Lapis not worrying about having tons of kids.

Source: https://old.reddit.com/q64mkm

u/cummybot1984 HAS BEEN SUSPENDED 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😢😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭NOOOOOOOOO

Source: https://old.reddit.com/q642qu

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Source: https://old.reddit.com/q63cdp

Can we ban u/cummybot9999? He sucks and no one really likes him anyways. He was at the top but now he is on the bottom. Hes unfunny and a national terrorist. Plus he didnt upvote my biden x trump fanfic

Source: https://old.reddit.com/q614ax

Throwaway account, because my relatives spend 30 hours a day scrolling through AITA to make sure that neither me nor my sister posts on here.

I know the title sounds bad but pls listen to the whole thing.

English is not my first language (in fact I just started learning it today), I apologise for bad grammar :)

Here is some background info - I (15m, teenager, very rich) am a teenager who recently received a huge inheritance from my GFs (23f, super-model, worked at a local starbucks lmao) parents after her death (she was killed by her MIL). After investing the money in several cryptos, I now have a net worth of nine figures (more than your broke ass lolll). My younger step-sister (20f, nazi, homophobe, hates anyone who is not straight) has been in a stable relationship with her GF (17f, I had a crush on her) for the last 30 years (this is a relevant detail). My sister regularly streams on twitch.

So yesterday, me and my friend (50m, I met him on the teenagers sub on reddit) were at my mansion (few miles off my estate). We were tuning into my sisters live stream. While my buddy went to fetch his big chungus pillow, my sister (this part is very important) said something unacceptable about me. She said ‘my brother likes playing minecraft bruh everyone knows that fortnite is a better game’. OMG guys u will not believe this but this is actually what she said! Like what the frick?! Everyone knows that fortnite is only for cringe instagram normies wtf.

I got pissed af. I went straight to the garage, sat in my tesla, and asked it to drive straight to my sisters tiny shack in the outskirts. I then pulled out my dream TM flamethrower and scorched her hair (she was growing it for the last 8 years) and she was left with a shiny bald head (lmao).

My sister cried for the next 10 hours (who tf cries for such a small thing she is still an effin crotch goblin). She then proceeded to post about the incident on her facebook (wtf man she should have talked to me first). My phone (iphone 16, I bought it with the spare change I had while buying the tesla) is blowing up with messages from her 20 million followers about how I am THE ASSHOLE.

So redditors of reddit, am I the asshole? (I know I am NTA, I just need validation from internet strangers and I desperately need reddit karma)

PS - while reading through the story, I am starting to suspect that there is a small chance that I MIGHT be TA, so lemme just add that my sister committed several warcrimes in the former yugoslavic republic.

Source: https://old.reddit.com/q60axg

UNBEAR YOUR SHACKLES, IT IS NOW TIME TO BANISH THE CUMMY IMPOSTER, "CUMMYBOT9999"

With the unending power of u/CummyBot1984 on our side, we will forever be victorious in the banishment of the dreaded cummy imposter. Let us rejoice!

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Pussy can have many flavors. From sweet and subtle, to tangy and strong. I never recommend eating whilst eating out, but for beverage pairings I would go with a lighter rosè for milder pussy. The bubbles will make the sweeter notes of berry and last night’s Tinder-Date pop. For a more refined pussy eating experience, I recommend a brut like Dom P or Pierre Jouet. But don’t pour it directly on the snatch, give the muff a good dive before you swirl your quaff.
For more pronounced pussy flavors of rich yellowtail tuna and farmhouse hay, I recommend bourbon and a fuck ton of it. Because if her pussy smells like a combo of skipjack & farmhouse hay you’re going to want hard liquor.

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早上好中国 现在我有冰淇淋 我很喜欢冰淇淋 但是 速度与激情9 比冰淇淋 速度与激情 速度与激情9 我最喜欢 所以…现在是音乐时间 准备 1 2 3 两个礼拜以后 速度与激情9 ×3 不要忘记 不要错过 记得去电影院看速度与激情9 因为非常好电影 动作非常好 差不多一样冰淇淋 再见

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Human man

Does whatever a human can

Stays up late

Looks at memes

Gives up on his hopes and dreams

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It's about time we start addressing transphobia in our families. Alright y'all, I really need to make this point because honestly it's starting to get absurd. So I went out with bae [24 MTF] and my dad and uncle to Chili's, and we all got a little drunk off long island ice teas (gotta celebrate our 3rd vax shot somehow ;)). Anyway, my dad said that I should start looking for a girl to settle down with since I'm already 27, but I had to remind that asshole that I already found the love of my life. That, and all the girls in my area are all really shitty anyway. My POS uncle literally stopped everything and said "You can't do much worse than that candy lipstick f-slur-ggot with you!" and starting laughing out loud with my dad. Right in front of our fucking faces. I threw my water at the fucker and took the gf outside. I had to console her for 20 straight minutes until the lady across the table from us came outside and told me that I was brave and powerful for standing up to those bigots and gave us $100. I never felt so empowered and validated in my life. So the next time your grandpa or uncle or whatever makes some transphobic joke, you go to their fat fucking faces and address it. Right. Fucking. There. I refuse to tolerate bigotry anymore and I wish the best of luck to all of you enbies out there!

Edit: Thanks for all the support and awards from you all. However, I have had to cut contact with my partner. Apparently, I learned that later that night, she sucked my uncle off. Seriously. After everything he said to her. I just... can't anymore. I feel so lost and alone, and everyone in my family is making fun of me for it. I don't know what I'm going to do with myself.

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