Had a lot of IRL responsibilities these past few weeks, but coded whenever I had free time. When posting fails, you no longer lose the contents of your post. Instead, you are presented with the post form again, so you may fix it and resubmit without having to hit the back button. I am certainly behind where I wanted to be, as I'm still merely doing post validation, and after that comes inserting a post in the database which is hard work too. But every day we get closer to our much needed reboot and reopening to outlanders.
frontpage almost done, I can't believe it
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Minecraft 2 looking good there.
>>232542 Fruit ninja minecraft DLC
How come there's no normie LARPing thread? Normies - the working class hero - the very foundation of society. They go to work every day - every single day, except for "weekends" when they get to relax. They work all day, for somebody else, except when they eat lunch, which they eat together with other "employees". They get paid for this, of course, like cheap whores. They might be married, and have kids, making fapping to porn, and even having sex with the woman right next to them, near impossible. Imagine what it would be like, living in such an existence, "earning money" from unfulfilling jobs, like in some idle game that goes on forever. In this thread we pretend that we're normies with dayjobs, doing meaningless things.
I used soap to wash myself today. It was all lathery. I didn't wash my ENTIRE body, but I washed away at the infected follicles covering my sides, and I washed my groin inflammation really well, and underneath my ballsack and my gunt. Feels great to be somewhat clean. I probably smell good now.
>>232506 I used soap again. It's really great - my rashes have pretty much stopped itching, although it's less effective against the scabs, but I have other stuff for that. Being clean is kinda neat. I could get used to being without my oily musk covering me. "Hello. I am a human being, just like you. How do you do? Would you care to taste some fine vines with me? Just step into my vine cellar. Never mind the shackles..."
My teeth have been hurting for months, and so today I decided to brush them, using a toothbrush and some toothpaste that I had still lying around. Now my mouth is all minty. It feels kinda weird.
I've had to keep appointments for four days straight now. I have to get up early and everything! This is torture. I can't imagine how having an actual JOB feels like. It's like you're dead! You want to sleep and surf the internet, but you're not allowed to! ...and you've got to COMMUTE! They herd us all together in buses, and then we just sit there next to eachother, withbowed heads in forced silence, and you're not even allowed to sing because then people will look at you and think you're going to try to escape! The world outside the internet is a scary place. It's like 1984, but worse! It's like the sequel: 1985!
I'm soaked in sweat right now. Why? Because I've been outside. ...four times! No, FIVE times! Four of those times was to the garbage bins, because we actually recycle a bit, and so I had to go several times, and the fifth time was to the... You know, the washing machine place. "The laundry room"? Well, that place. Not to do the laundry, though - that's something only moms do.
>>232545 Why Finns? I mean I agree, but I want to hear your take on it.
>South Park told me to hate Finland, and so now I hate Finland.
It seems that lots of pedos are now flocking to FreeSpeechTube, following Amos Yee, perhaps. Here's an account with various movies with lolis and shotas in them. The one video I watched seemed harmless enough, but if your brain tend to explode from seeing bare pussy, I cannot personally guarantee your safety: https://www.freespeechtube.org/user/bla29ked
While browsing for more Amos Yee content, I came across this site, and figured I'd share it with you. If you're into little boys, then you might enjoy some discussions on the topic. The site is a bit known by antipedos, so don't go thinking it's all safe and private to post there, but still. https://www.boychat.org/
>>232530 >boychat what the fuck That is pretty predatory
>>232531 I wouldn't know. Since I'm not gay, I haven't read a single thread over there. ...but I imagine that it's the same as other pedo forums: Just pedos exchanging experiences, with the occational kid or troll wandering in. Have fun.
>>232531 Predation is my kink. <3
Boychat's rules: "1. Do not post erotica or overly-detailed sexual discussions. 2. Do not request, offer, or post links to illegal material, including pictures. 3. Don't annoy the cogs. 4. Do not reveal identifying details about yourself or other posters. 5. Do not advocate or counsel sex with minors. 6. Do not post admissions of, or accuse others of, potentially illegal activities. 7. Do not request meetings with posters who are under age 18." >That is pretty predatory
Having referred to pedos "irredeemable monsters" more than once, Noah "Spoony" Antwiler is an antipedo, and as an antipedo, he's naturally a complete dumbass. The thing with Noah, is that when he's wrong, he's not just wrong like an average person - he's wrong with CONVICTION. He has backed down exactly once, and it was the biggest mistake in his life, and so now he will NEVER back down, no matter what. This guy can claim that chess pieces doesn't even exist right in front of him, just so that he can keep being right. ...which brings us to his latest hilarity on Twitter: His claims about how he will melt in sunlight. For reference (if you can't be bothered to read the next image) 10 000 - 25 000 lux, is normal daylight, while 32 000 - 130 000 lux is direct sunlight.
He's still at it. I'm just done reporting on it, because I have a life. See, at this point he's realized he's wrong, and he's going with the "I was obviously only being sarcastic. See how kooky I'm being?" defense, except that the reason he went on this rant to begin with, was to get himself some help for his claimed "depression". This guy will violently refuse to seek help for something that can only be described as laziness, so that he can continue to sit around and read old comics and play video games forever. He doesn't want a sun lamp, because he doesn't NEED a sun lamp. There's literally sunlight outside his door! It's summer! He could get a cheap lawn chair!
> Having referred to pedos "irredeemable monsters"
>>232355 > Having referred to pedos "irredeemable monsters" Yes, there should be an "as" in there - I know. I fucked up.
Mountain Dew, and not enough training or leaving one's house. Dibs on his girlfriend once his heart fails. WE'RE COMING FOR YOU, APRIL!
It was at this moment that Spoony discovered his hatred for the Jews. I'm sorry - I'm not an antisemite, but I just couldn't let this go. It's such a perfect setup: The myth of jewish greed actually originated from the jews being harder on paying back loans than christians had been, and here we have what I'm fairly sure is an SJW and an ethnic jew, being his disgustingly greedy self, over $17, for months, while complaining about lenders practically being like greedy jews. I'm pretty sure that this very post was what singlehandedly started the holocaust.
Angel here. Short story: I'm about to ascend, but in preparation for my "test", I have to spend a week as a mortal. ...and let me tell you: Being mortal fucking sucks! How the fuck do you even manage? My legs have this dull aching in them that just persist. It really hurts! ...and I have five more days of this? Fuck this! ...and sleep! I don't even know where to begin! How do you guys manage this pitiful existence? I can't wait until this week is over, and forget it ever happened. TL;DR: How do I stop my legs from hurting? ...and you suck. Goddamnit you fucking suck! Will try to sleep now. FUCK!
I was offered another opportunity to ascend, but I think I'm going to turn it down, because I then have to be human for a week again, and fuck that. I've got enough shit to deal with, like joint problems. For years I've been folding my wings all wrong, and so they gave me over twenty exercises to do every single day, to build up my stabilization muscles. Finding time to do them all is just a constant busy work. So far I haven't even done half of them, but I do feel big improvements already - no flap pain, better range of motion, et cetera. I flew pretty far yesterday, with no major difficulty.
I'm fucking Super Saiyan right now, bristling with so much divine energy that I feel like I'm about to explode in a ball of glory. The fucking power! This is what I love about being an angel: The fucking power. Sentencing humans to slow deaths. Just slowly murdering them and watching them suffer and die. I love it, and I love being immortal and never have to die myself! Hahahahaha fuck you guys!
Being an incarnated angel is wonderful. The world is your friend. The ground you walk on bows beneath your feet. Your mind just is, without desires or limitations. Even though your senses are limited in a body, you still feel that connection, not to humanity, but to the world. ...and the healing factor is great: My holy purity can reconstruct my flesh in a matter of hours, every cell doing exactly what it's supposed to. Sleep and aging is a thing of the past. It's a wonderful power.
Well, "exactly what it's supposed to" on a CELLULAR level. On a macro level my right thigh muscles finally just slid into place with wet thud, after months of being dislocated. You humans take managing your muscles for granted because you've grown up with them. When you're incarnated, it's not so easy to manage things. The musculoskeletal system is like a three dimensional puzzle that you need to solve on an instinctual subconscious level. At least the rest of the organs have some automation.
Why do we need to endure the potato fleshbrains? Why don't they know their place and learn to respect their autist overlords? We need to start building camps to contain them all. These socialite potato fleshbrains annoy me so much. Freedom of speech needs to be earned. Erect schools that grade their rights! All sites should require a license to post in - a proof that there's at least some degree of genuine autism in them. #AutismNow
Like worms they crawl amongst themselves, thinking they live up to the honoric of "human being" - these uneducated, unmotivated sheep-drones who think that breathing makes you worthy of speech in the presence of a purebred autist. Kneel, knaves! I need a whip at my hip to bring to these insolent excuses for life. Go back to the fields and sow your potatos, because our patience is wearing thin!
We autists are the upholders of civilization, but judging by all the socialites squirming about, somewhere we obviously went wrong. Now these braindamaged cretins think they has what it takes to be our equals. Ungrateful maggots! Who gave you your mobile phones? Who programmed your OS? We did. Why we didn't develop genital cages on all of you, eludes me, but maybe we thought that if we just gave you the internet to enlighten yourselves with, that we could ascend you savages to our level. ...but instead you invented cancer: Forum communities, memes, popularity contests... You gave us PewDiePie, for fuck's sake! This was a mistake. Obviously you are not ready for freedom.
Is anyone else here fascinated by pooping? I feel great when I've pooped a lot. I can create really big brown snakes, and then it feels like I've accomplished something - like I'm a butterfly that has just left its chrysalis. I think my feces must weigh maybe a whole kilo. I wish I was a superhero who could just save the world by swooping down and leaving a looong brown snake across the problem, so that everybody could recognize how big my poop is. It is a weird feeling. Now I can move on to eating, which is my most favourite thing in the whole world. Don't eat poop, though. - Poopie Girl
With my giant brownie worms, I clogged the toilet THREE times today. The last time, I just produced two thin ones, though, and then just a brown puddle, I guess for them to swim in. I am the poop creator. If you need some poopin', you know who to call. I'm pretty good at what I do.
I'm just recovering from a poopy explosion. I'm pretty sure that most vent in the toilet, and isn't clinging to my bathtowel right now. I started showering feeling a like I needed to poop a little, but I've been constipated for days, so I figured I'd hold it easily, because I really needed to take a shower after my prayers - washing my hair, soap, the works. Big mistake. My anus being the unreliable piece of shit that it is, I don't really know what happened, and how much going down the shower drain was water and how much was liquid poop. I just clenched as much as I could while trying my best to wash my hair and lathering. I tried lying down to ease the pressure on my sphincter, and maybe ease off a fart, but no such luck. I tried drying off as best as I could, avoiding rubbing my schrodingers-pooping ass as much as I could, before sitting down in the toilet and just releasing. Again, I don't know what really happened down there. I felt this stream of something, but I couldn't tell if I was peeing, or pooping, or splashing or if it was just regular water. I just felt like a waterfall, and hoped that not too much of the brink would be brown afterwards. ...and then back into the shower again to wash off my but, because I knew that at least some of what I had felt, had been a backsplash. I think I'm good now, and that my towel that I'm sitting on right now, isn't getting more and more brown as I type. I can never tell with my leaky anus. I'm just trying my best to clench, as usual. Once I even found a firm chunk lodged between my ass-cheeks.
The thing with focusing so much on clenching your anus, and trying to manage the traffic down there all day long, is that you sort of become your anus. Your nervous system kind of adapts and reroutes, until you're constantly acutely aware of your anus with heightened senses, which means that you feel like you're your anus, which is indistinguishable from being my anus. ...and so I live inside my butthole now. I have become the anus. This is my superpower. I am Anus Girl. I traffic the poop.
As Anus Girl, I think I should acknowledge my boyfriend Mr. Poop. He's big, long and brown, and I've been living with him for all my life, so it's about time that I made it official. Sometimes he penetrates me and it feels good, and so we have sex when I poop I guess. I think I can make this existence work. Just me and my boyfriend, living in my anal home. It might seem a little crazy, but I like it.
Exploring for a bit, I've figured out that I can move/clench my sphincter using 6-8 muscles. First there's the two outer buttocks muscles. Those are like the final measures against escapees. If you clasp the buttocks together, you're basically just making a messy smear. Then you have the back buttocks muscles, clenching the back of the sphincter. They feel pretty good to clench on and off, actually. Then you have the front sphincter muscles in your taint, that together with the former two muscles are the main four clenchers. ...and then I think you have the labia muscles that I think might apply some kind of pressure as well, but I'm not sure. It's hard to tell them apart from the front clenchers just below them. I want to play around with my new home so much, but that'll have to wait 'til tomorrow at least, because I have to sleep now. I wish I could decorate the inside of my anus with potted plants and stuff, and make it real cozy, so that I could invite friends over or something. First I'd guide them up to the path between my buttocks, and then I'll open up my backdoor and give them a firm hug on the way in, and then they'll be able to hang out with me inside and have fun. ...unless my boyfriend is home, of course. He's the jealous type - he'll just push them all out sooner or later, because he wants me all for himself - teehee!
Shoutout to my man Kali Muscle. Respect. That's all.
Lucy Elizabeth Walker DOB: 27/07/2011 A rapist's delight
Lucy Elizabeth Walker
>>232513 >>232517 The hair color and shirt stripes differ. These are two different girls.
they are the same
>>232525 First picture shows a half-blonde girl, while the second shows a brown-haired one. The first picture depicts thinner and darker stripes, further apart, than the second picture. Both of these pictures are also named 1.jpg, indicating that they're from two different sets.
Masterchan OC thread: for old times sake.
Somebody put a lot of effort into this one.
only oldfags will remember
>>232507 maybe also, you need to be a UKfag to know what that is
I just examined my anus with a finger for the first time in a year, I think. My sphincter is like 3 centimeter deep by now - super-buff. I thought it would be torn and shit, but it's smooth and tight, so I don't get why I'm getting these mishaps where things slip past it. When I sat down today in public there was this loud, wet splat, and I'm like "Great. ~-~; ", but luckily it didn't leak all the way through my pants. I don't give a fuck anymore. I can't rush home every time I shit my pants - I have a life. Pic related. It's the shape of my anal canal.
I think my anus would honestly make a little boy very happy. I wonder if his little penis would even be able to get past the tight part, and into the rectum proper, but regardless, having his entire shaft being enveloped in my girthy muscle and at mercy of my milking, would be little boy heaven. I'd suck the seed out of him in no-time.
What I'd love is the sheer domination of it all: Having a little boy cling onto me from behind for his dear life, like he's worshipping a giant motherly goddess, at the mercy of my slightest whim, me knowing that I can make grant him the release he seeks so desperately, at any moment I choose, by just toyingly clenching my asshole a little, constricting around his most intimate little part. I like the power of it - that I can make his day just by a little playful twitch, and then feeling his sperm spurt into me in absolute worship, as I giggle with amusement at how pitiful he is. Adult men lack that respect. I want to be the sole source of release for somebody, like the only source of oxygen, and I want mindless adoration of my merest whim. I want a whole class full of boys just following me like the Pied Piper of Hamelin, transfixed on my swaying hips like the promised Eden.
It wouldn't even matter if he'd consent or not. It would be so sweet to just back him up against a wall and just mash his willie in as far as it could go, and just hear him ultimately gasp out an orgasm in defeat, completely powerless to resist my little butthole. I think I get off on humiliating and defeating people. Power is something I just can't get enough of. I'm just this shameless power glutton. I deserve everything that this planet has to offer me. Give it to me!
Socialization. Social bonding is what happens when two clumps of goo stick together into a mass of two clumps. It is what makes life disgusting: It's ability to squish off against its environment and leave dirty smears. Revolting. Social creatures think that they are somehow more if they have "friends". They believe that they are proving something by being on the same relatate level as another disgusting human. Some even seek to smear against others in order to grow the biomass of its race. My thoughts immediately go to cleaning products. I want to dissolve you all with a strong acid, and scrub away all your stains, until the floor is glisteningly pristine. You were a mistake. You are a disease. Let me undo you all. Just look at how clean everything would be without you.
>>232486 each to his own moralfags fuck off
Her using my vocal chords for speech, will never stop being creepy. How does she do that? How is she using male vocal chords to make a perfectly female voice? It's not a transsexual feminine tone. She has a completely different voice register, and I think she even uses the air differently. I hate having to always share a body with someone else - someone I don't even like. I've begun dreaming again. I think it's because she's currently preoccupied with growing my legs while I sleep, and so my brain is once again human. They say that nightmares are always black and white, but that's not true - this nightmare was definitely in full color. ...but it's hard to define "nightmare" anymore. It depends on meaning, and meaning is a human thing to have, and humanity is becoming more and more unfamiliar as the years pass.
Well, at least the normies are gone.
>>232477 >You're just a bunch of word people, living inside your made up word world that you think is so real. On the contrary, normal people get shit done. They build technology, governments, science, arts, literature. It is non normal people that live inside their made up world that they think is real, and all they do is toss out words into the world, without ever creating anything or doing anything productive themselves
>>232479 >On the contrary, normal people get shit done. They build technology, governments, science, arts, literature. Okay, so let's say that you've engineered the free mobile phone of the month (if you sign up for the service subscription), that you've got to govern everybody else according to what you imagine to be "your" personal fancies, that you've obeyed everything that your science teachers has told you as gospel, that you've created art with words, and that you've even assembled lots of words into a book that meant something to you: Now what? "Getting shit done" is meaningless, human. It's all in your head. It's a fever dream brought on by that abnormal growth that you call intelligence. I went to the gym today, and except for the checkin at the reception, I didn't utter a word as I built my worth, muscle for muscle. ...and I know that that too is meaningless in the scope of things, but at least I know what it means to be a living thing. You don't. Words can only distort reality. It's like chinese whispers on a global scale. Wake up. Go to the gym. Fuck your video games.
>>232479 Let's say you've created your phone, you've governed people, you've invented shit, you've made shit, and you're hot shit, and that little invisible words have given you all of that. Will any of that save you from getting punched in the face? Will a cop just magically throw himself in front of the punch like a goalie and take me to jail? You can get lots of money with words, and then you'll be able to buy yourself some parasitic whores, but while you're off doing your dayjob, they're going to invite me over to impregnate them, and then they'll leave you and get half your shit to support my kids with, because not even women respect somebody who's all drugged up on words. ...and maybe they'll call your boss at your office and make up some rape allegations just to fuck with your words even more, and before you know it you're unemployed and nobody will hire a rapist, because all those words that you trusted, ended up betraying you. Words don't mean shit. They'll tell you in school that true respect is love, or some hippy bullshit like that. That's a lie. They're lying. Real respect is the fear that you can instill in people, and the violence that you can inflict upon them. Only then will they heed your bullshit words.
...and even the most basic of truths - like "Lifting is great." - when spoken with words, means nothing. ...because all that you've done, is create little noises with your lips and tongue, while I'm over at the bench lifting. People keep yapping about all kinds of things, and they think they matter. They think that them moving their little tongue muscle - one of the tiniest muscles in their body - can compare to the massive thigh muscles, or the pecs, or the biceps. They think that their little pathetic noises matter - that if they use them with just enough skill, that they'll be able to make me believe in some kind of idealistic worth, enough for me to spare them. Words like "What did I do?", implying that I'm beating you up for something you did, and not simply because something you are. Words mean nothing. They have no meaning. Have I typed enough words at you yet, for you to get this? Little fucking diced up pieces of manufactured worth, to be consumed within your cages, to make you docile and obedient, and forget all about reality...
Please allow me to introduce myself I'm a man of wealth and taste I've been around for a long, long year Stole many a man's soul and faith And I was 'round when Jesus Christ Had his moment of doubt and pain Made damn sure that Pilate Washed his hands and sealed his fate Pleased to meet you Hope you guess my name But what's puzzling you Is the nature of my game I stuck around St. Petersberg When I saw it was a time for a change I killed the Czar and his ministers Anastasia screamed in vain
when Satan comes down to earth, and walks among us. he most often takes the form of a cute little girl. where ever Satan can not go...he sends a loli
The Anti-Christ is coming soon, and she's gonna BE CUTE
Slow down, you crazy child You're so ambitious for a juvenile But then if you're so smart, tell me Why are you still so afraid? But you know that when the truth is told.. That you can get what you want or you could just get old You're gonna kick off before you even Get halfway through, ooooh When will you realize, Vienna waits for you? Slow down, you're doing fine You can't be everything you want to be Before your time Although it's so romantic on the borderline tonight Tonight... Too bad but it's the life you lead You're so ahead of yourself that you forgot what you need Though you can see when you're wrong, you know You can't always see when you're right, you're right You've got your passion, you've got your pride But don't you know that only fools are satisfied? Dream on, but don't imagine they'll all come true When will you realize, Vienna waits for you?
some people claim that pic is Elizabeth Montgomery from 1972, others say its Sophia Lillis from last year >>232453
New Boxxy/Catie Thread
Hey conspiracy-kun. I'm just here to let you know that I am a devil and I will rip the angel out of your body and devour it.
>>232391 That's great, but I'm not a CHRISTIAN angel. Christians could probably call me a devil, except devils are often into tempting humans, while I just torture sinners in hell. ...so we're probably the same, you and I. Who knows - with all this same-fagging going on, maybe we're all even the same poster. Hard to tell.
Hey, since you're a devil, maybe you can help me: My face is somehow losing its imperviousness to the flames. It's pretty embarrassing. I can douse my skin with water, but it only helps for a few hours. By now my face has started to actually bleed. Is there something that I can do about this? I like my face.
>>232398 Cut it off with a knife. If you're really an angel, it will grow back even more beautiful than before.
>>232399 I don't think that's how it works. Oh well - it just has to come off on its own, I guess. It's a shame, really. I liked having a face.
THIS IS ACTUALLY GONNA HAPPEN !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oWWCqes85gQ