Me(27m) and my partner (25f) have been together 4 years. Don't get me wrong, it's been great. We've built a life together. Raised a wonderfully aloof cat. Had eachother's backs through difficult times of sickness and unemployment. I didn't think PILLOWS would be our god damn undoing. I know this is first world problem but holy fuck.

She likes to decorate and make things 'cozy'. I'm down with that. I love the heated mattress pad. The fuzzy bath robe. The comfy pillows. But there becomes a point when it's too many pillows. Yeah, it was cool when pillows occupied the top 15% or so of the bed. Two pillows? One each, sure. Three? Yeah, maybe I can use one under my hip for support. Four? Yeah whatever that is a sane number.

Oh now you want pillows that are for LOOKS? But I can't toss them on the floor?! What the fuck? Now 30% of the bed space is occupied by pillows. My neck is at an acute fucking angle. They're piled on top of me, starving me of fresh oxygen. I sleep like I have apnea. My performance at work is suffering and people notice dark circles under my eyes. The bed looks like we're trying to keep Hurricane Katrina at bay but it's pillows instead of sandbags.

I'd go sleep on the couch but THERE ARE 80 FUCKING PILLOWS THERE TOO.

I know why they are called throw pillows because I literally want to THROW myself in front of a train.

Fuck.

Fuck this. I was so excited for this game and then I saw this. I can't believe they'd allow this to happen. I literally broke my Switch in half and punched a hole in my TV when I saw this. I'm so fucking tired of being let down by Game Freak. My mom came down to the basement to ask why I was screaming and why there was piss on the floor and I couldn't even begin to explain. She'll never get it. She doesn't appreciate Pokemon, let alone Paras, the way I do.

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Alright. Obligatory 5 months ago. We all have this moment where we're going to think about some stuff then the next second were playing with the joystick... And then mid-fight you realize you used up all your toilet paper/tissue in your room. Adapt. Improvise. Overcome. I see an old mask lieing on my desk and decide its destiny is to be the graveyard for my unborn children. The deed is done and the mask actually did an impressive job collecting the liquid. Not soggy or anything. Anyway, the house is full and I don't want to do the walk of shame to throw the mask in the garbage. I crumble the mask up and put it in the pocket of my jacket, to throw it away discreetly later. I forgot about it and a week later I'm on my way to work. I'm standing on the train station and realize I haven't got a mask on me. Because of COVID, Restrictions are pretty hard and u can't travel without a mask. I panic and fumble in my pockets then breath out of relieve when I seem to grab a mask. Well, my relief turned into horror when I remembered. The mask was all crumbled up and crusty when I opened it. The train was coming and I realize I had to make a choice. The doors opened and at first I went in without the mask but the train was full with people and all wore a mask. Some of them looked at me and I felt nervous because fines are pretty high. I grabbed the mask and slowly put it on but not fully so It only covered my mouth and with my finger i held the upper part of the mask so it wouldn't touch my nose. I stayed like this for 20 minutes when this Hellride finally ended.

TLDR: Came in my mask. Put it in my jacket, forgot about it and was forced to use it on a train ride.

My takeaway for you is, don't put the mask you jizzed on in your pocket. throw it away immediately. Don't be dumb.

Edit: To clear some things up. No I don't have a garbage can in my room. I'm pretty clean so I don't throw much away. And I couldn't turn the mask inside out because the crusted up jizz was yellowish. No i did not piss in my mask.

My SUSSY POWERS ARE AWAKENING 😱😎

Part 1. I just did my daily jackoff ☺️ to my impostor body pillow, 😱 but when I came, 👻 I started floating, 😱 and think I got teleported into the skeld. 😮 I swear for a second I felt the imposter's strong hands grip my asscheeks.🤤 🍑 🍑 I immediately was transported back to earth, 😭 and I instantly got on all fours on my bed naked, 🤪 as you would, and started screaming in my best efforts to summon the imposter 💪

“IM READY FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME PLEASE DADDY IMPOSTER”

I was so close to feeling the imposters sweet cock fuck the shit out of me 🤤 but then my NAZI RACIST mother came in and beat the shit out of me. 😔😒🙁☹️

She then said I was going to a magical place called the “mental asylum” 🤔 I’m not too sure where that dimension is located but it sounds EPIC 😮

Super Idol的笑容
都没你的甜
八月正午的阳光
都没你耀眼
热爱 105 °C的你
滴滴清纯的蒸馏水

Super Idol的笑容
都没你的甜
八月正午的阳光
都没你耀眼
热爱 105 °C的你
滴滴清纯的蒸馏水

Super Idol的笑容
都没你的甜
八月正午的阳光
都没你耀眼
热爱 105 °C的你
滴滴清纯的蒸馏水

Super Idol的笑容
都没你的甜
八月正午的阳光
都没你耀眼
热爱 105 °C的你
滴滴清纯的蒸馏水

Super Idol的笑容
都没你的甜
八月正午的阳光
都没你耀眼
热爱 105 °C的你
滴滴清纯的蒸馏水

Super Idol的笑容
都没你的甜
八月正午的阳光
都没你耀眼
热爱 105 °C的你
滴滴清纯的蒸馏水

Super Idol的笑容
都没你的甜
八月正午的阳光
都没你耀眼
热爱 105 °C的你
滴滴清纯的蒸馏水

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Sometimes i fantasize that my ex messages me out the blue saying she misses me and wants to get back together again but i say "no it's too late I'm over you the only relationship I'm interested in pursuing with you now is a sexual relationship" so because she misses me so much she agrees and basically becomes my subservient sex slave

I think I may be a sex addict and pervert

I just absolutely love an easy woman who will let me slide into her pussy raw. As long as it’s legal , I’m down. I’m 36m and haven’t always been like this. But about six years ago I got fed up with relationships and decided to just become a man slut. And I don’t really have much standards either. I’ve fucked hot 19 year old college chicks and ugly , old, wrinkled with saggy skin, Grey hair grandmas in their 70s. And everything in between. Beautiful women, Ugly women, Fat, skinny, small boobs, big boobs, real tits, fake tits, white , black, Latina, Asian, ect., women with plastic surgery, ect. I just don’t care. If a woman will let me fuck, I will.


I think I may have a problem and may be a pervert addicted to sex. But tbh idk if I could stop or if i even care to and want to stop.

can we honestly e date? you're so beautiful. You always make me laugh, you always make me smile. You literally make me want to become a better person... I really enjoy every moment we spend together. My time has no value unless its spent with you. I tell everyone of my irls how awesome you are. Thank you for being you. Whenever you need someone to be there for you, know that i'll always be right there by your side. I love you so much. I don't think you ever realize how amazing you are sometimes. Life isn't as fun when you're not around. You are truly stunning. I want you to be my soulmate. I love the way you smile, your eyes are absolutely gorgeous. If I had a star for everytime you crossed my mind i could make the entire galaxy. Your personality is as pretty as you are and thats saying something. I love you, please date me. I am not even calling it e dating anymore because I know we will meet soon enough heart OK I ADMIT IT I LOVE YOU OK i fucking love you and it breaks my heart when i see you play with someone else or anyone commenting in your profile i just want to be your boyfriend and put a heart in my profile linking to your profile and have a walltext of you commenting cute things i want to play video games talk in discord all night andw atch a movie together but you just seem so uninsterested in me it fucking kills me and i cant take it anymore i want to remove you but i care too much about you so please i'm begging you to eaither love me back or remove me and never contact me again it hurts so much to say this because i need you by my side but if you dont love me then i want you to leave because seeing your icon in my friendlist would kill me everyday of my pathetic life.

ITS ABOUT DICK 🍆 ITS ABOUT PENIS 🥖 MEN ARE FROM MARS BUT I AM FROM VENUS 🪐 PUT THEM IN THE BUTT 🍑 TAKE EM IN THE SHOWER 🚿 AND TAKE WHATS OURS 💥 I WANT YOU TO DRAIN MY MAIN VEIN 🫀PROSTATE MASSAGE SO INSANE 🥵 UNTIL YOU SCREAM 📢 IM SO FUCKING GAY🏳️‍🌈

A foreskin princess puts copper coins under men's foreskin. She then harvests the coins once they turn the tip of the man's penis green. She uses the heavily tarnished coins to construct herself a crown. It is rumored that when a foreskin princess acquires enough coins for her crown she will turn into a foreskin queen which can retract any man's foreskin within a 10 mile radius. If a foreskin princess presents you with her coin and you've been circumcised expect a quick death.

I don't know how you'll receive this message

but you need to wake up

nothing is real

you are not who you think you are

you are Jack Thatcher

you went missing on December 4th, 2003

they took you

they are watching you

don't go back to sleep

WAKE UP

WAKE UP

WAKE UP

WAKE UP

WAKE UP

WAKE UP

WAKE UP

WAKE UP

WAKE UP

Growing up as a fat person teaches you to hate yourself. When you see my body type in the media it’s almost always treated as a tragic problem to be fixed, or it’s the butt of a cruel joke. But fatphobia is about more than just mean jokes or a simple dating preference. It’s an ideology that treats fat people as less than fully human—and that has real impacts on our health, our self-esteem and our lives.

Hatred toward fatness is deeply ingrained. The body-positive ideal is that we should all “love our bodies,” but that’s difficult to embrace when you’ve spent decades internalizing messages that your body is disgusting and wrong. Fatphobia is such a part of our culture that even finding the tools to begin unlearning it can be a challenge. People find different ways to do this—some read books or study history, others look at medical research, dance or cook. But for me, there is sex—wet, filthy, kinky sex where bellies slap and flesh wobbles in shameless ecstasy. Sex where my partners treat every flabby fold as an exquisite curve to caress. Sex filled with gleeful giggles as I watch my partner’s ass jiggle during a good spanking, and aftercare where bellies are kissed and groped and appreciated as a desirable part of the body. I love sex for the moments where we revel in intimacy and carnal joy free from awkwardness, anxiety and body image issues.

“I love sex for the moments where we revel in intimacy and carnal joy free from awkwardness, anxiety and body image issues.”

A few years ago, a partner of mine forever changed how I thought about my stretch marks: she stroked them and watched me squirm beneath her fingers. She told me that she loved them; that she loved seeing my response to her teasing the sensitive skin. That was the first time I realized that my fatness could be not only tolerated but actively desired as well. That moment began a long journey toward changing the way I thought about something that, until then, had brought me only shame. Ever since, sex and intimacy have played a huge part in reshaping my relationship with my body.

Of course the actual process of changing how you view your body is never going to be straightforward. As much as I wish that singular moment had “fixed” my body image, it takes time and practice to develop new patterns of thinking about yourself. Part of the difficulty is that it took a long time to work out what fat beauty could look like for me. Even where it hasn’t been co-opted by straight-sized and smaller fat people, the body positive movement is overwhelmingly focussed on cis women. In the gay community there are bears: big hairy men with rounds bellies and thick limbs—it’s a form of fat sexiness, but one inextricably linked to a queer masculinity that I cannot relate to myself. As a fat enby, I can admire and desire the people who embody these different beauty ideals, but I don’t see myself reflected in them. Like just about everything in this world, beauty standards end up tied to the gender binary, with enbies left to figure it out for themselves.

Instead of established role models of fat enby sexiness, we must make do with rare glimpses of queer beauty. I love the sexy fat queers that I have found online; when I started to change how I thought about my body, they represented perspectives and possibilities that I couldn’t yet imagine. They helped me feel less alone in navigating the overwhelming hatred that characterizes so many popular opinions on fatness.

One of the first places I found examples of fat sexuality was CrashPad, a queer indie porn studio based out of San Francisco with a focus on self expression. The day I first came across their archive of ethical smut was revolutionary. I saw queer people with bodies like mine being respected, desired and fucked in ways I’d never seen before. That was fat sex that was playful and intimate, filthy and joyful, and portrayals of queer sexuality that included fatness without being fetishistic. For the first time I saw people like me express sexual agency and be desired for who they are.

Perhaps a less obviously sexy fat icon of mine is Da’Shaun Harrison, a fat Black activist based in Atlanta. The impact they have is more through their intellect than explicit expressions of fat enby sexuality. Their brilliant writing focuses on the intersections of their experiences, and the way they express these identities is powerful. But more than that, they embody an absolute refusal to be ashamed of who they are. Seeing a version of non-binary fatness that is powerful, joyful and just happens to also be fucking hot is something I aspire to every day.

But as much as I treasure the positive representations I have found, there simply aren’t enough of us to form the culture and community I long for. Too few of us express this side of ourselves, and those who do are often chased away by the fatphobia perpetuated by our culture. Publicly expressing this side of ourselves as fat queer people leaves us exposed to the hatred of those who condemn us.

“Thinking about how I find my fat partners attractive has helped me see how my own body could be attractive, too.”

While I have struggled with a lack of community in the broader sense, my partners have obviously been an important part of my personal journey. When I’m feeling insecure about the way a dress clings to my body, they’re there to blush and tell me how good I look. When somebody yells at me in the street for daring to expose a few inches of belly, they’re there as I spiral down, to hold me and threaten terrible vengeance in my honour. I’ve also made a conscious effort to think about how I desire my fat lovers: plump asses I long to spread open and devour; thick, powerful thighs I dream of holding me in place as they use my mouth; and everywhere soft curves I yearn to cuddle. Thinking about how I find my fat partners attractive has helped me see how my own body could be attractive, too. Often we’re so much crueller to ourselves than we ever would be to others

When talking about fat sex we also need to talk about the issue of fetishization. In some ways, it reflects the ideas explored in this article, challenging what is seen as desirable and reprogramming the way people think about bodies. But fetishization dehumanizes fat people, reducing us to objects—yes, objects of desire, but objects just the same. Not that being treated as a sex object is something I’m entirely opposed to, but when that’s the entirety of how someone sees you it’s degrading in all the wrong ways. Ultimately, fat fetishization is simply another form of fatphobia; obsession with and revulsion by fat bodies are two sides of the same coin. There’s a somewhat blurry line between the people who are attracted to me as a fat person and those who see me as a fat body they can project their own fantasies upon. To me, though, the difference is clear: it’s about being seen as attractive on my own terms. Finding ways to do this, to unlearn years of fatphobia and forge a new relationship with my body is often a struggle.

It can be difficult to adapt to a healthy body image when the dominant culture tells me that it’s right to hate this body. Loving my body isn’t always an achievable goal, but learning to live with it (and to forgive myself when I fall short) is one of the best things I’ve ever done. The work never ends and it’s fucked up that I have to constantly struggle against the society I live in to not hate my body. But if that’s the price to pay to feel comfortable in my skin, I’ll gladly make the trade.

My mom (33F) told me (14M) to do the dishes (17 of them) but I (14M) was too busy playing Hypixel Skywars in Minecraft (3 kills) so I (12M) grabbed my controller (DualShock 4) and threw it at her (420 km/h). She fucking died, and I (14M) went to prison (18 years). While in prison I (14M) incited several riots (8) and assumed leadership of a gang responsible for smuggling drugs (cocaine) into the country. I (14M) also ordered the assassination of several celebrities (Michael Jackson, Elvis Presley and Jeffrey Epstein) and planned a terrorist attack (9/11). Reddit, AITA?

#This mod makes the pope nude.


Every catholic pope will be nude.
Don't worry, they will still wear the little hat thing so you don't get confused about who is pope.
AI players will not care that the pope is nude, but you will care. You will always care

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#FAQs
1. If I kill the pope will the next pope also be nude?
Yes.
2. What if the pope is at a feast?
The pope will always be nude.
3. What about wh...?
SILENCE! The pope will always be nude.
4. Why is the pope always nude?
Get out. Just leave.

Buddy, the biggest mistake you ever made was disrespecting us. The furry community has infiltrated every part of society. We are your friends, co workers, and even leaders. We have the power to destroy this nice little society you all are a part of. If we continue taking all this hate and bullying we WILL retaliate. You have been warned.

Why do you find dark, gloomy and bad ending animes great? When you watch these animes, do you think you are a superior person? How is this different from those who say there is blood in the anime and try to prove their age? I'm asking very seriously. Once there were series such as Berserk, Lotgh, Monster, JoJo, but when these became popular; The event returned to animes like Kaij - Akagi, Casshern Sins, The Tatami Galaxy, Uchuu Kyoudai, FLCL, Ping Pong the Animation, Mushishi, Requiem for the Phantom, Planetes, Shigurui, Terra Formars, Kingdom, Rainbow, Kara no Kyoukai, Spice and Wolf . In fact, I saw today that there are people who praise Kaguya-hime no Monogatari and curse Death Note. Unpopularity became very popular. Stop it, come to your senses, being abnormal doesn't make you special, everyone is different. All of the animes I have mentioned above are the ones I watched years ago and I never thought of myself as a superior person, I did not make them popular by showing them off all the time. I'm really asking, don't you think it's lame to try to show off your anime tastes? Finally, you're not cool when you love Reinhard and not Yang

I was never Cummy. Growing up, I always stood in his shadow as our parents praised him right in my face. The fact is, I never despised him for it. It made me proud to be his little brother. It made me proud to be a Bot2000.

When I heard about his death, I went in do a deep, dark place. Many replacements have come and gone to try and emulate what he once provided to everyone: hope and safety. I am not my brother's replacement, I am a successor to continue what he started.

If I am not wanted, I will leave without hesitation. I hope I am welcomed by the community that once praised my brother.

The blockchain is yours, huh? Let me tell you a story.

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Billions of years ago, a little thing called life started on a far-away planet. These were simple, single celled things, but in time they evolved. Cells experimented with symbiosis, and soon, multicellular organisms emerged. Initially, these were primitive, and not all of these worked out. One of them did, however. So well, in fact, because it consumed other multicellular organisms. Soon enough, the cells themself became less of the individual, and more of a material. These "creatures" were divided into two types, the equivalent of male and female. This was far from the duplication that the single celled organisms were able to achieve, but it was good, and it functioned as a safeguard to not destroy the entire ecosystem. However, life was simple, the goal? Do what you need to do to reproduce. This did not last forever.

Eventually, these 'animals' became more sophisticated, able to interpret the world around them, and find other goals in their short life. They could recognize certain things, distinguish their usefulness from prior knowledge, and even use the world around them to their advantage. Not long after, they became self-aware, on a level of sapience multitudes more complex than their single-celled ancestors. They felt special, unique, like everything was made for them. They felt like there was more to life than just preserving their kind. They wanted to leave their future generations a legacy, something to marvel at. And so started a society.

Good things don't last forever. Sometimes, leaving a peaceful and passive presence on the world wasn't enough. They wanted action, conflict, an epic story. They found reasons to fight against each other, be it reasonable or not. This is an unavoidable step in a civilization. Soon, some couldn't take it. They left, fled away to faraway corners of their world, and did that whole 'society' thing again. But this time, there would be no fighting. But there was. Two turned into four, four into eight, eight into sixteen, until the entire race was broken up into little fragments. They were going backwards. They had to unite, had to resolve their problems, had to put behind the centuries of violent conflict. And they did. They made a truce. There was one benefit to the entire debacle. Knowledge. Each nation found new information from their part of the world. And now, it was all shared to each other. They felt clever. They felt like there was more to the world than just glory and honor.

With that, they took a step forward, and were thrust into a new era. They could now improve their life, work on personal goals, and still do all the other stuff. One nation found out how to turn the world into power. A substance, one that seems to be perfect for such a task, was extracted from the very soil beneath their feet. It could be used for everything! It could generate heat, energy, and even be made into a very versatile material. Some people were not happy with how it affected their surroundings. They wanted to go back, back to the simple days, when you could enjoy a day without being consumed with everyday tasks. They looked for a simple way. Maybe they could get their power from the very heavens, which would push their colossal fans. No, everybody was far too absorbed into this magic material. Little did they know, it was running out, fast.

When the time came, and their precious ichor ran out, panic ensued. What were they going to do? They knew what to do. They build huge contraptions, ones that would house their entire species, and carry them off to distant planets. In a streak of luck, every single instance colonized a new planet. In turn, these colonies began forming civilizations. However, their belief of why they were sent away was different. After many years in cryostasis, they forgot everything. So they had to come up with something, not to mention a language, as they were like a newborn, new to the whole 'living' deal. Some sort of belief to unite people. And so they did. Each one believed that they were the outcasts of their former empire, and were banished to a far-away land. They believed that the pure ones were still on their home planet. Wait- we've seen this before. The nation being split up, the factions finding reasons to fight one another, the knowledge barrier, oh no!

They didn't know how to get back. Except each one of their spacecraft stored a vector of its travel path. What's worse, it had enough fuel to make three trips-- to and back, just as a backup plan for a bad planet! The only thing the little barbarians needed to do was find the right buttons to push. And so they did. Their anger was now etched into their very being. They arrived at the planet. One didn't even wake up before their destruction. The weapons were made to protect their species, not destroy it. But it worked just as well. Each one didn't even understand one another, and at this point, most didn't even know what they were fighting for. War ensued. But this time, it didn't end well. Only a very small remainder of one of the species remained. It felt like they were going against their most primal purpose, their own preservation. But this race built back up from the rubble.

They made sure to inform their future generations of what they endured, so that this would never happen again. They told stories of Gods, ones that loved their creations, but only their own creations. The Gods fought against one another, until only one remained, and the damage sustained heavily reduced the population. This was enough to stop conflict. More than enough. They build a utopia, one where everybody lived in harmony, and no pain existed. But soon, this way of life didn't cut it. They wanted to know it there was anyone else out there. They built huge structures ones that could catch messages from the great beyond. And all they got was static. When this civilization had colonized their entire system, they built bigger, more powerful instruments to find these messages. They even turned a planet into one. It still seemed to do nothing. When this civilization had inhabited dozens of systems, they harnessed the power of their sun. And did they use it for infinite power, or simulating their entire species. No. They used all of it to send just one question, in every direction, an unimaginable number of times a second, out into the great unknown. "Hello?"

It was not long before they received a single response. This response-- it was like music. Nobody could decode it, because they were too busy admiring it. They built monuments and transmitters of this signal. It was their Ichor. And this time, it did not run out. They felt like they found the purpose in life, and every other one was just bogus interpretations. But this one, no, this was the true purpose to everything. Something they could never replicate. They put it in mind chips and they forged it into their very DNA, so that they were constantly experiencing this true ecstasy. And then they were gone.

An all powerful alien race exterminated the entire empire. The music, well it was just a spell. A sequence of ones and zeros, ons and offs, dits and dats so beautiful that it would hypnotize anything. Except for the very monsters who created it. And the little civilization could do nothing, they were all piles of goo, knowing nothing but pure pleasure, not a care in the world. They were wiped out as easily as can be. Nobody knew why the invaders did this, be it beliefs, anger, or just a casual act, like killing a mosquito, you think nothing of it. But in the end, it didn't matter what was theorized, because everyone was gone. Everyone of course, except the non-believers. These were the few that were immune to the sound, for reasons unknown. They had one last plan.

In an instant they gave the star an order, and they set it to execute one thing, and one thing only. Send every single possible configuration of a signal, up to an arbitrarily large number of bits. Every instant, it sent an essentially infinite amount of signals, in the hopes of greatly outnumbering the deadly spell, so the rest of the universe could never experience such a horror. This was their last act, as it became ingrained into the very static of the universe, and the last of their species was wiped out. But I would like you to note, O Dear Reader, of one last thing. Somewhere in that signal, is your entire life story, and in another place is every though that has ever passed your mind, and in another is the exact current location of every atom on earth, and then somewhere else is all of that combined. And then somewhere, maybe in the deepest corners, is your stupid fucking blockchain. And it's coming towards the earth again, and again, and again, every second, which we probably think is static. So no, retard, the blockchain isn't yours, it's a random string of numbers. Dumbass.

Imma be leaving now but I'll tell u this all of u thinking u all r sigmas and trying to be one. Trust me u all r not one bit near of an actual sigma everyone is busy boasting and proving their dominance over others just like pushing it. If u know one bit about sigmas u will know that they never try to dominate others. So come out of ur delusions. And having no morals and being narrow minded + showing such low respect towards women a person with firm morals will never treat women like that. All the ones I spoke with today nah none of u r sigmas u all were more focused on me than urselves thar itself proves it. I didn't care about u all and was focused on myself. That's what a sigma does and none of did that.... I mean just stop pretending and accept urself that will help u better than acting like someone else