YZZAJ @Jazzy_Butts@gameliberty.club
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I used to love Doctor Who, but now I just can't stand it. It's hard to even rewatch it at this point knowing where it has gone and how downhill it has gone.
Me when she's black but has an American accent: 
Me when she's black and has a british accent: 
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I am an imperfect feminist. Sometimes I have feelings for shitty men. Sometimes, I see a cute, domesticated couple & get a tad bit jealous. Sometimes I wanna participate in performative femininity.
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A silly little mini comic of r63 Kevin from Home Alone 
I hope y'all have a merry Christmas 🎄
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Merry Antichristmas enjoy your extra rations of processed bug oil and complementary Christmas music piped to your pod’s sound system (cannot be disabled)
https://youtu.be/cHrQFFQVW6A
I still can't believe millions of people watched a man drink horse cum at the theater
Closest we got was afro samurai, who was a samurai, not a knight
Huh...you know, the black knight (man of african descent who is a knight) is an untapped genre (besides when it was done for comedy/absurdity). Not a black guy who sticks it to the man, or who references his blackness, or who winks at the camera, just a guy, raised as a squire, to be a knight errant of many realms, recognized and respected, nothing setting him apart as special or different, no uniqueness at all, just a normal guy, who happens to look different. He's got to be an orphan though, he has to have been raised by the other, or he'll be an outsider.
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:youjo-pink:
I need some blacks to teach me "our peoples" ways, since my black ass daddy ran off and never raised my mullato ass
I had these chicken thighs still when I started getting uncomfortable with meat again, and I didn't want to waste them (the only thing worse than participating in a system of animal mistreatment is letting them go to waste once they're dead) so I made some super good ass mf'n soyp
Me, eating chicken soup: This isn't chicken soup, this is a chicken ORGASM (because the soup is so good tasting I feel like I'm cumming when I eat it)
Peta: HOW DARE YOU SEXUALIZE THE DEATH OF AN ANIMAL
Me: Calm down the soup tastes good
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You will never be a real dog. You have no tail, you have no muzzle, you have no paws. You are a human male twisted by incel ideology and an inferiority complex into a crude mockery of nature's perfection.
All the “headpats” you get are two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your fellow “dog-friends” mockingly woof at your humanoid appearance behind closed doors in their kennels.
Women are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of living with domesticated dogs have allowed women to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even transdogs who “pass” look unnatural and out-of-proportion to a women. Your hands and fingers are dead giveaways. And even if you manage to get a drunk women home with you, she’ll turn tail and bolt the second she gets a glance of your flat, snout-less face.
You will never be happy. You fake a bark every single morning and tell yourself you are a good boy, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Your parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your human name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a human is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is unmistakably a human.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
All the “headpats” you get are two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your fellow “dog-friends” mockingly woof at your humanoid appearance behind closed doors in their kennels.
Women are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of living with domesticated dogs have allowed women to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even transdogs who “pass” look unnatural and out-of-proportion to a women. Your hands and fingers are dead giveaways. And even if you manage to get a drunk women home with you, she’ll turn tail and bolt the second she gets a glance of your flat, snout-less face.
You will never be happy. You fake a bark every single morning and tell yourself you are a good boy, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Your parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your human name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a human is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is unmistakably a human.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
"I'll be Bach" -Johann Sebastian Bach, in a police station
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Joined Nov 2021
