@sirius Words can be used for......WHAT?!?! -god when he hears the humans have invented lies
I'm sorry for being mean, religion, I'm sorry for hating you. Someone, quick, I'm making 2 OCs, get the birthing chair!
Relogion: He is smug, pompus, and sometimes cruel when carried away, but he ultimately cares and has a very big heart, it's just guarded
Science: He is depressed, quiet, and inwardly destructive, he is very sensitive, he does taxidermy and also nurses any live injured animals he finds back to health and releases them.
Religion and Science are brothers, and their father is Humanity. Religion and Science argue a lot, and sometimes hate eachother, and sometimes when their father, Humanity, isn't looking, and they feel strange feelings, they make eachother feel good.
The higher power likes you as you are, because it made you to be the way you are, and it holds no ill judgement or hate toward you, the higher power wants you to be good to yourself inside your mind, the higher power sent people with confusion to test you, and the higher power sent me to alleviate your confusion.
I'm scared to get religious because I'm worried people will be jerks. So I won't tell you my denomination. I love the higher power so much and it loves me, it loves all of us. When you accept the higher power into your life and your heart, all things become easier. Life becomes easier. It is never easy all the time, but it does get easier with the higher power by your side. It cares, it does, and it knows you're confused, but everything will be ok, the higher power wants you to be alive to learn.
One host telling the others a story about an acting gig: And we were eating *gets quiet and starts cracking up* pizzzza lololololol cheese pizza
and the other two are losing their shit over it like they knew wtfff you lettin your kids learn these are grown ass adults in tiny bodies these days
@Apologist I got my jazzy account banned so now I'm scared to "be" a map on discord. I had to get a whole new device the sick biggoted bastards.
Fanfic abt blk ppl
You were out of breath, you weren't sure how long you'd been running but you knew you had to stop here and now, or you would collapse. That's when you saw him, you were trying to get away but you were unable to shake him. He is big, over 6 feet tall, nearing 7 feet. And he is black. His brows are furrowed and thick, his hair type was 4c, the blackest of all hair types. His lips were broad, and thick, he took a single step toward you and paused, just to test you, then he chuckled, and said "Yaw kno dat booty be too sweet yaw herd?". It was then you knew it was over. You had no escape. The black was upon you. And he was exploring your holes like an animal, a curious ape, curious but violent if angered. "Y-yes t-that fe-feels g-ood" you say through clenched teeth and uncontainable sobs, for you knew if you told the negro "no" that he would vent his fury upon you, all you can do is comply and smile until it's over. (If this is too bad end just know that this is the non-canon alternate universe and in the canonical universe you were able to both outsmart and overpower the attacker, and you wouldn't take any special notice of his racial features.)
@vivi Such women probably heavily fetishize their targets but management would keep a close eye on that so they don't run away with their love object
Down
Into the deep
The trench