Gucci gang is truly the defining work of a generation. It will be decades before scholars truly understand the nuance in the lyrics of diminutive Pump. Some argue that Gucci Gang is a postmodern analysis of the materialistic attitudes and personality cults of celebrities in late stage capitalism. Gucci gang attacks the over inflated obsession with wealth and the capitalist infatuation with personal wealth and appearing wealthy. Gucci Gang also harshly criticizes the downfall of traditional values and the prevalence of physical states of pleasure with illicit substances in early 21st century art and culture. His defamatory attitude towards sex and women exemplify the lapse of modern moral standards around the physical act of love between two figures and mocks the sexual carelessness of today's youth. Intended to progress the women's movement of self respect. He also expresses that one’s interest lies mainly is status symbols such as “balmains”, rather than respect in women. In late stage capitalism money becomes more important than the societies wellbeing. Money becomes more important as an idea than it’s true value, because of humans enate materialistic obsession once the basic human needs are fulfilled they still crave more which is fulfilled by houses, cars, clothing, and other luxury items, all people can’t help but have these desires. This is the downfall of capitalism. Most people want to help others but when given the choice between more for themselves or more for more people they choose themselves. It’s human nature combined with modern day capitalism leads to disaster. We have evolved enough to know what would be better for more people yet still don’t do it, it’s because we are selfish by nature but if money is controlled by the masses then money will be used correctly. Mr. Pump shows this by explaining how he spends extraordinary sums of currency on “new chains”.

However, the shackles are not physical, but rather the chains are a representation for the bondage capitalism forces upon the masses. Paying for these chains is similar to how people defend, and even supply capitalism's demands, which only tightens the chains. One of these chain tighteners is the pharmaceutical corporations, whomst Little Pump loathes. His extreme detest for large pharmaceutical corporations is mainly due to their possession of a monopoly on goods such as codeine; thus the prices are driven sky high. He connects this with the Opioid crisis, which causes extreme poverty, and is often targeted toward the lower class. Mr. Pump’s character.

Do you have a source on that?

Source?

A source. I need a source.

Sorry, I mean I need a source that explicitly states your argument. This is just tangential to the discussion.

No, you can't make inferences and observations from the sources you've gathered. Any additional comments from you MUST be a subset of the information from the sources you've gathered.

You can't make normative statements from empirical evidence.

Do you have a degree in that field?

A college degree? In that field?

Then your arguments are invalid.

No, it doesn't matter how close those data points are correlated. Correlation does not equal causation.

Correlation does not equal causation.

CORRELATION. DOES. NOT. EQUAL. CAUSATION.

You still haven't provided me a valid source yet.

Nope, still haven't.

I just looked through all 308 pages of your user history, figures I'm debating a glormpf supporter. A moron.

After a long, hard day of work nothing beats an ice cold beer. Cool, refreshing, light. None of that fancy stuff, just a tall can of Miller. Mid-shelf beer. They have it at the corner store. I don't keep any in the house. If I have it I'll drink it. I'll drink too much. I don't want them to see me drinking too much. I still have pride. I put tape over my webcam so they don't see me at all, but I think they have cameras somewhere else in the house. They definitely have listening devices. My smoke detector is a microphone, pretty sure. It's wired into the house but still needs a battery. That's suspicious. It only seems to beep when I'm having a good day. I think they want me to always have bad days. I think they want me to drink too much. I'm not going to do it, though. I only buy one can at a time. I never grab the can from the front of the line.

It may be poisoned. I always grab my can from further back. Maybe the second one, maybe the fourth one. Sometimes I ask for one from the back room. I trust the guy at the corner store. I don't think he's with them. Once I grabbed a beer from the front. I felt very sleepy after drinking that one. One moment I'm watching the television, next moment I open my eyes and I'm on the floor. I couldn't move. I could see the sound of them bubbling up through the floor. Whatever they gave me gave them away. They live in my walls. They control the wires. When I grab a beer from the front they control me. I couldn't move. I thought if I could move my fingertips I'd be free. My fingers didn't move. They were holding a beer. An ice cold beer. I like having one at the end of the day after working hard. I work hard a lot. My shoulder hurts. My knees ache. Nothing a tall beer won't make feel better.
I feel good when I drink beer. I feel alive. I don't know what being dead feels like, but I know how it feels to be alive. It feels like drinking a cold beer. People say not to drink alone. I'm never alone. They live in my walls. They come out at night when I'm sleeping and move my groceries. I can never find the goddamn cereal. I can find the beer, though. It's at the corner store. It's always there, like a mighty lighthouse. God, I love drinking a beer after a long day of work. I feel good when I drink beer.

@Camil i'll get to it

Butchering young innocent female conscripts would be hot as hell. Just imagine how helpless they would be, begging you not to slit their throats as they lay wounded in the snow, crying as they watch you approach. She'd be too badly hurt to get away, and her rifle would be out of her grasp. You could listen to her frantic begging, she just wants to live, she just wants to go back to her family, she'll do anything if it means you'll let her go. But instead you walk up and place your ice- crusted boot over her soft tender neck and push down, slightly at first, then harder, and harder. So that she can't breathe, her fingers desperately gripping at your boot, you can feel them pushing down on your toes, her body thrashing weakly, and you can look into her wide eyes, begging you please just don't do this, just stop. And all you have to do to save her is to step back and pull your foot away. She can still live. She can still go back to her family. But instead you push down harder, until her windpipe crumples like a pine cone underfoot. And her eyes grow glassy as her life, still so young and fresh and full of possibility, comes to an end.

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This city is afraid of me...I have seen its true face. The streets are extended gutters and the gutters are full of blood and when the drains finally scab over, all the vermin will drown. The accumulated filth of all their sex and murder will foam up about their waists and all the whores and politicianswill look up and shout "Save us!"... and I'll look down and whisper "No."

C-can someone infwate or stuff my bewwy pwease?? ☺
(Dm me if interested in rp, I will let you know if I've already been taken)
Name: James
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Species: General Wolf /Dog
Body measurements: 4'2", 10 inch knotted horse cock, Golf ball sized balls, 100 pounds, Thicc thighs and ass, slightly thin arms, slim body, toned belly.
Sexuality: Bisexual
Position: Usually sub, standing, lying down, below.
Personality: Horny femboy/trap, almost always looking for one of the kinks or sex, but belly inflation or food stuffing right now. Always naked except for some thigh highs, and shoulder high gloves, and maybe wearing a cock sock too, wears panties if in public.
What I am looking for: Being submissive in an inflation rp, erotic. Someone over 5'10", male or female to inflate or stuff me. Mostly looking for dominant Cats, Dogs, Horses, or just about anything.
Kinks: Belly inflation (Water, cum, syrum, or any kind of inflation really other than air), slight ass inflation, slight dick inflation, BDSM, Traps/Femboys, dick corking, forced sex, forced inflation, spooning, unexpected sex, unexpected belly inflation.
Turn-offs: Poop, gore, diapers, blood, bubble belly inflation (Inflatee becomes a huge sphere.), really fast inflation.

Ever since I was pregnant, I constantly fantasized about having that big round belly again. I used to watch pregnant porn and try to push my belly out and rub it but obviously wasn’t the same. I recently came across inflation. I never heard of it before nor thought it was possible, and it turned me on so much. I just tried air inflation with a fish pump for the first time yesterday, and it was such an amazing feeling to have a hard tummy again. I rubbed it up and down it was amazing but it was a bit crampy at times. I loved the pressure, my tight belly…I know I’m going to have to practice at it more…I want to get to a point were my belly looks pregnant with out all the cramping…I haven’t been able to talk about this to any one nor my husband. I think he’d find it extremely weird.

WHY I AM GETTING A BOWLCUT

It seems now that the rate by which mass murders of whites by barbaric nonwhite animals is increasing at a rate that we can no longer see as tenable. Leaders of white countries, instead of addressing the plague that is upon us, tell us that we can simply learn to live with terrorism. From Europe to the United States, hordes of subhuman nonwhite animals in black, Muslim, and Mexican form threaten our very existence and the continuance of our culture and people. What is it that we can do to respond to this?

Many in the white community feel that we must continue to use methods which are peaceful and do not scare anyone. This is a betrayal of our race and heritage. Within the ancient Nordic poetry, we can simply look to the Volundarkvidha and see what should be done to the children of one's enemies. In response to unlawful imprisonment, Volund murders the sons of those responsible and rapes their daughter.

Many criticize Anders Breivik for killing the sons and daughters of the Marxist elite which were actively being trained to destroy his nation in a Marxist training camp. Let us reconsider and realize that his actions are completely in line with the poems that founded European morality.

I unequivocally support the killing of children. I believe that our enemies need such a level of atrocity inflicted upon them and their homes that they are afraid to ever threaten the white race with genocide ever again. So the hordes of our enemies from the blacks to the Jews to the federal agents are deserving of fates of violence so extreme that there is no limit to the acts by which can be done upon them in defense of the white race.

We will not relent until far after their daughters are raped in front of them. We will not relent until far after the eyes of their sons are gouged out before them. We will not relent until the cries of their infants are silence by boots stomping their brains out onto the pavement.

We must secure the existence of our people and a future for white children. We must secure this by any means necessary. Our enemies have made it clear: us or them. Let it be us. White genocide cannot continue.

So if I support killing children, I of course support killing adults as well. Dylann Roof's trial is coming up and I am thankful for his personal sacrifice of his life and future in defense of his people. In honor of Dylann Roof, I will be growing out a bowlcut in solidarity for his trial. As the white supremacist terrorist prophet Sam Hyde once said, "I just got the ultimo bowl cut."

I'm in my 40's. I have a thing for dogs. After acting on it in my 20's I promised myself I would never act on it again.

I have this fantasy based on real life stuff that I have no intention of acting on but it is majorly consuming my brain at the moment. I need to tell somebody who won't judge me or think I'm awful.

A couple of years ago I started C252K. I'm not a running convert who is training for marathons or anything but it got me back into shape. I work from home a lot and run at a park near my house almost every morning.

There is an older retired gentleman who walks his yellow lab Woody that I always see at the park. He does nothing for me but holy shit Woody does.

At some point I noticed Woody wasn't fixed. Around the same time I noticed Woody's owner doesn't have a wedding ring and looks at me the same way I do to his dog. He really isn't anything to look at and seems kind of creepy and I'm pretty sure he only has Woody as a way to get women to talk to him.

I fantasize about flirting with the guy and slipping him my number.

In the fantasy I start sexting him but keep asking for pics of his dog.

I offer to meet him for dates but only in places dogs are allowed and demand he bring Woody along. No dog no date.

Eventually I start coming over to his place and pay way more attention to Woody than him. I give him awkward hugs at the end of dates while I spent the entire time flirting and making out with the dog.

Right around when he realizes the truth that I'm dating Woody and not him I give him an ultimatum. I will do whatever weird sex shit he wants with me with two conditions. He only gets Woody's sloppy seconds and he has to watch Woody fuck me so that he really knows whose bitch I am.

"Nice pair, kid." She was facing the wall but she could feel the stares of the other patrons. A hush had fallen over the place. Even the bard had stilled. She felt both nausea and a hot burning desire. Her hands released his turgid penis and then it was inside her and she was screaming in both pain and ecstasy. Then everything went black.

When she came to herself again she was sitting beside Therris, who was buttoning her shirt.

"That hurt!" she said indignantly.

"Always does, kid. Didn't anyone ever tell you about Khajiit men? It hurts good though, now doesn't it?"

Barenziah scowled at him. She was still smarting. His penis had tiny little barbs on it.

"Well, the deal's off, if you like," he shrugged.

"No, I didn't say that. Only I prefer privacy, and I want to wait awhile, like a day or so before the next time."

Therris laughed. "You're OK, kid."

Straw was going to kill her, and maybe Therris too. What in Tamriel had possessed her to do such a thing? She cast an anxious look around the room, but the other patrons had lost interest and gone back to their own business. She did not recognize any of them; this wasn't the inn where she lived. With luck it'd be awhile, or never, before Straw found out. But Therris was by far the most exciting and attractive man she'd yet met.

You're an idiot.
Neckbeard manchild shitheel.
You have no idea what's going on due to your swollen hairy neck. Cuck faggot.
Yeah, you DON'T tolerate Communism at all, and it is NOT protected under the umbrella of liberty and free speech. (((Diversity))) of ideas all fair and good - no you Centrist assburger faggot... This does not apply to Communists who are trying to take away that very thing, and this applies to everything, not just Nazi larping servers, but everywhere... You stamp Communist subhumans the fuck out.
And what is this 'WAT A BIG STRONK MAYNE U R HUEHUEHUE' are you some kind of numale faggot?
I think i am better than everyone because i am in fact better than everyone in your retarded server, and yeah centrist faggot nigger, my idealogy absolutely is the right one. I impose my personal authority anywhere, even places i don't have it, regardless of who recognizes it. And then the end of your last shithead comment descends into brainlet drivel that barely is legible or taken seriously, but cap it off with 'ur so autism huehuehue' despite looking autistic yourself and showing zero awareness, you basic bitch vapid shell of a faggot.
Your server is worthless as your life is.

The Jew is immunized against all dangers: one may call him a scoundrel, parasite, swindler, profiteer, it all runs off him like water off a raincoat. But call him a Jew and you will be astonished at how he recoils, how injured he is, how he suddenly shrinks back: “I’ve been found out.”

Judy picked it up and walked over to the kitchen table. She gently put it down and stroked its pink flesh. "Report?" she asked it gently. "Sex!" the toaster gasped. "Need... sex!" "I'm going to turn you over," she said, and delicately picked the cyborg up and flipped it upside down. The six stubby legs stuck up into the air, squirming madly. Judy was doing something with her hands, and all the while the toaster moaned excitedly, kicking its feet like a psychotic chorus line. I couldn't see what was going on. Judy was hunched over the toaster, blocking my view. "It's female," she said to me. "Hasn't been neutered at all. That's fairly unusual. Come have a look, Roger." I walked over nervously, expecting the toaster to leap on to me again at any minute. What I saw startled me. The bottom of the toaster was pink and smooth, like regular human skin. There was also a vaginal passage and a brown patch of pubic hair. I'd never noticed the toaster having a vagina before. The orifice was surprisingly large for a four slice being. Judy was sliding her finger in and out of the toaster's cunt, massaging its clit with her other hand. "Yes! Yes!" the toaster grunted. "Oh God!"

Eh? You've never seen a pair of breasts before? And you're HOW old?! J-Jeez! Ahahahah! W-Well, we'd better fix that, then! Just close your eyes for a sec, aaaaaaand...

HERE! BOING!

AHAHAHAHA! You should have seen the look on your face! J-Jeez, anon! Th-Th-They're just sacks of fat on my chest, ya know! Do they really excite you THAT much?! G-Get a look at this, then! See how they bounce up and down! Jiggle jiggle! I-I bet you want to squeeze them too, don't you, Mr. Perverted Virginboy Anon?! G-Go right ahead! Honk these honkin' honkers as much as you want! Take your time! Heck, s-suck on 'em too! I know you really want to~! Just be careful: my nipples are super hard right now! C-Can't imagine whyyyy...~!

I-I-I-I-I-I bet you wanna see my vagina too! You pervert! W-W-Well, we're already this far! Might as well! I'm not wearing p-panties anyway!

S-S-S-So, what do you think? ...Well, I guess that ragin' 'rection in your pants answers THAT question! HAHAHAHAHA! Y-Y-You're such a pathetic pervert, anon! I-I-I-I bet it's the first one you've seen since you slid out of your mother's! L-L-Look how wet it is, too! Jeezums fucking Crikes, it's so fucking wet! I-I've never seen it this wet before! Look at what you're doing to me, you freaking pervert! Y-You sure know how to make a girl all hot and bothered! Oh, lordy! Christ-on-a-stick! You'd better take some responsibility for this! A-After all, when it's this wet, it's much easier to cram something up there! And I'm leaking like a freaking sieve here! You'd better p-p-p-plug it up RIGHT NOW!

@Camil I've been with my wife for 10 years now. We met in high school, and I got her pregnant.
She is and always has been a lazy person and a shit cook. I wouldn't even mind eating shit food if she at least made it on time. But she rarely did.

We'd get into screaming arguments constantly about how lazy and worthless she was. I felt like an asshole for it, but goddamn she was a real piece of work. The only reason I dealt with all this was for the kids, and also because the sex is great.

But one night, I got fed up. Not only did she get drunk, neglect the kids, and made me top Ramen for dinner, but she decided to give me attitude too. She was being real fucking bitchy. So I told my grandparents to keep an eye on the kids and told my wife we were going to go out and have dinner together. I drove maybe 3 blocks to a quiet area (we live in Oregon, it's not hard to find a quiet field) and I got out of the car, went around like I was going to open her door for her and let her out, and I just beat the shit out of her while she was still seatbelted. After a few punches, I asked her if she wanted to go back to her parents. She started screaming and yelling and said yes, so I beat the shit out of her again. Then I asked her what she wanted to do. She finally got smart and said she wanted to go home. So I took her home and dared her to start trouble. I even handed her my cellphone and dialed her mom's number on the drive home. I made her talk to her mom, while daring her to fucking say something.

Before that incident, I had never laid a hand on her. But I had always threatened it. I told her "one of these days, if you don't straighten up, I'm going to lay hands on you."

All my meals have been on time, and she just recently tried to make a meatloaf. It was mediocre, but I was just thrilled that she tried.

Do with this information what you will.

I’m Danish and served in our military when I was 21. Well after a few years I was assigned to NATO in Izmir. But before I left, my commanding officer gave me a heads up.

Apparently there was a history of Turks anally raping Danes. It began when our special forces went to the Aegean to conduct drills with the Turks. After it was over (the Turks got unnecessarily physics during as well), our Danish boys decided to go sun bathing in the nice weather. Well the Turks noticed, came over and started flirting with our guys... sort of caressing them and holding their body parts inappropriately. We thought it was a cultural mis understanding but that night, the Turkish teams busted into the Danish Barracks and anally raped every single soldier amid cries and shits and more. The scene was appalling the next morning when the Danish command silently and instantly withdrew from the drills. It is not public because of the shame but be Turks claimed we sent them girls instead of boys ... they said our blond slender boys were basically girls and laughed it off. This is why Denmark is still pissed off at Turkey.

I’m Korean and served in our military when I was 21. Well after a few years I was assigned to the JSA at the DMZ. But before I left, my commanding officer gave me a heads up.

Apparently there was a history of American marines anally raping Koreans. It began when our special forces went to the Foal Eagle/Key Resolve to conduct drills with the Americans. After it was over (the marines got unnecessarily physics during as well), our Korean lads decided to go sun bathing in the nice weather. Well the marines noticed, came over and started flirting with our guys... sort of caressing them and holding their body parts inappropriately. We thought it was a cultural misunderstanding but that night, the USMC teams busted into the Korean Barracks and anally raped every single soldier amid cries and shits and more. The scene was appalling the next morning when the Korean command silently and instantly withdrew from the drills. It is not public because of the shame but because the marines claimed we sent them girls instead of boys ... they said our effeminate trap-like boys were basically girls and laughed it off. This is why Korea is still pissed off at America.

Shut your whore mouth! The A-10 is the goddamned sexiest, testosterone-infused piece of pure mechanical power and death that ever graced the sky. If it were a man its mere presence in a room would render every present female pregnant in two seconds. The A-10 is the closest thing to a physical manifestation of Ares the God of War in our modern era. The sight of it overwhelmes my heart and mind with an almost unendurable pride an love for everything that is baseball, mom, and apple pie. The A-10 is Handel's Messiah. It is Davinci's Sistine Chapel. It is Raquel Welch in One Million BC projected on the retina of a man seeing woman for the first time. A man seeing the A-10 on the battlefield is Saul of Tarsus on the Road to Damascus, as it is the heavens opening to reveal that he is seconds away from standing in the presence of God.

A code monkey is usually envious of a person with an academic degree. A code monkey claims to be able to "write code" (whatever that means) better than a professional with a degree, yet their code is completely worthless, because it is not built using theoretical frameworks which are taught to someone with a degree. A person with a degree is able to write highly optimized, concise, and demonstrably efficient code, whereas a code monkey usually writes nonsense code which routinely crashes, leads to inefficient use of processor and memory resources, and is overall worthless in a global, competitive market.
This is why nobody will hire you if you don't have a degree. It isn't because you're some misunderstood genius who learned to code on their own mitigating years of academic study. It is because your code is worthless.
Still think you're some misunderstood genius, and not a mere buffoon? Start a firm, and see how well that goes for you. Chances are, you will make a fool of yourself within the first days of trying to create anything of remote value.

Bethesda just shot themselves in the foot. I don't know how much the rest of you know about PC gaming culture (I'm an expert), but honor and shame are huge parts of it. It's not like it is on consoles where you can become successful by being an asshole. If you screw someone over on PC, you bring shame to yourself, and the only way to get rid of that shame is repentence.

What this means is the PC public, after hearing about this, is not going to want to purchase Fallout 76 for PC, or will they purchase any of Bethesda's games. This is HUGE. You can laugh all you want, but Bethesda has alienated an entire market with this move.

Bethesda, publically apologize and announce Fallout 76 for steam or you can kiss your business goodbye.

Rawr x3 nuzzles how are you pounces on you you're so warm o3o notices you have a bulge o: someone's happy 😉 nuzzles your necky wecky~ murr~ hehehe rubbies your bulgy wolgy you're so big :oooo rubbies more on your bulgy wolgy it doesn't stop growing ·///· kisses you and lickies your necky daddy likies (; nuzzles wuzzles I hope daddy really likes $: wiggles butt and squirms I want to see your big daddy meat~ wiggles butt I have a little itch o3o wags tail can you please get my itch~ puts paws on your chest nyea~ its a seven inch itch rubs your chest can you help me pwease squirms pwetty pwease sad face I need to be punished runs paws down your chest and bites lip like I need to be punished really good~ paws on your bulge as I lick my lips I'm getting thirsty. I can go for some milk unbuttons your pants as my eyes glow you smell so musky :v licks shaft mmmm~ so musky drools all over your cock your daddy meat I like fondles Mr. Fuzzy Balls hehe puts snout on balls and inhales deeply oh god im so hard~ licks balls punish me daddy~ nyea~ squirms more and wiggles butt I love your musky goodness bites lip please punish me licks lips nyea~ suckles on your tip so good licks pre of your cock salty goodness~ eyes role back and goes balls deep mmmm~ moans and suckles.

I pretended to be a girl in csgo competitive matchmaking. At first we just played csgo together, but we worked up to more. I even skyped dressed as a sexy woman "with poor connection" so the video would blur. After many seductive photos of my ass in my sisters underwear I convinced him I was the real deal. It took me 3 weeks to become his girlfriend.

Eventually I scammed this guy out of $600 because I convinced him I would come visit if he paid for the flight. I was lucky it paid off because i had spent nearly $200 on make up to pull off this con. He also gifted me over 20 games on steam.

In order to understand the world today you need to realize that everything is controlled by a secret cabal made up of Illuminati alien Jews. The conspirators are agents of the antichrist and their conspiracy began in the Garden of Eden. The conspirators have been responsible for many events throughout history, including the homosexual and feminist movements, and every war since Napoleon. Today, members of the conspiracy are everywhere. They can be identified only by their Jewish alien DNA. The conspirators have help from powerful elite journalists, satanists and politicians, and the conspiracy benefits undeserving sinful degenerates; at the expense of white Christians. The conspirators want to enslave all white Christians, and round up and torture resistors in dungeons of Satan, created inside the mind of the victim using mind control. They are using to establish the reign of the antichrist. In order to prepare for this, we all must stockpile supplies and ammo, email everyone we know about the truth, and start executing them before they fulfill their twisted agenda. All of this was revealed years ago in the book of Revelations, and in subtle hints by resistors, and in the sociopathic and inhuman behavior of the perpetrators. Since the media is controlled by the Illuminati and Freemasons, you should get your information only from me.

One thing I absolutely despise is when poor people make excuses for eating garbage. Like bitch it's not hard to eat reasonably healthy without breaking your fucking wallet. Get some sardines, brown rice, canned tomatos, canned beans, etc. stuff like that. Put some garlic, basil, salt, spice mixes, on that stuff to get rid of the blandness and stop having the palette of a five year old where you put ketchup on mac and cheese like a white trash piece of shit. Stop globbing down processed carbs and cheese. It's not hard or expensive at all. Fuck you can buy bulk sacks of oatmeal and related stuff too for cheap.

Fuck, that’s the worst. Like those people who say they ‘feel like throwing up’ at the smell of eggs and fish, and won’t cook chicken because it ‘feels gross’, and then they go and eat disgusting greasy burgers and fries and slather sauce on their processed garbage greasy bullshit. And they have the nerve to tell me the brown rice, beans and chicken breast meal I cooked for them tastes bland. Fucking hell, if you didn’t wreck your tastebuds with processed shit and sugar, maybe it wouldn’t taste bland. Maybe if you tried eating vegetables, eggs and fish they would start to taste good. Fucking smooth brain adult babies.

My daughter is 8 years old and has been telling me she wants to marry a woman since she was 4. I've been trying so hard to give her something to help her not feel alone, like a LGBT movie or something, but ALLLLL of those are made for adults and I just can't.

I found Stardew Valley first and got hooked. Shane was my first love after my divorce (honestly I found the game at a very hard time in my life, and the whole intro with Grandpa really hit me hard and made me cry). My daughter was thrilled that gay marriage is a thing in SDV and all of her gameplay has been ramping up to her being able to persue Abigail.

I keet telling her "Honey, just wait until Fall when you can plant pumpkins." but she just has to make sure she finds Abigail every day and talks to her. The Travelling Wagon lady was selling Pufferfish one day and my daughter was like "OMG! Abigail LOVES Pufferfish!"

She hasn't gotten far yet (she only gets to play 2 days a week) but I read ahead and I can't WAIT til she gets to Abigail's final heart scene.

I know it's just a game, but I think it's super important for her. We don't live in the most understanding area and I've wanted so much to help her feel normal.

My only wish is that George's scenes relating to same-sex marriage were universal to every same-sex marriage, not just with Alex, so my daughter could see what that looks like.

Oh yeah, and she farms stuff too and whatever.

Thanks for a great game <3

Edit: Thank you all for being amazing, and thanks for the TV/book recommendations. I myself am both G and T and worry about "influencing" her choices (internalized phobia much?) but a neutral and open world like SDV where she got to make her own choices really does make me happy. She's been asking about Steven Universe anyway so I'll try to hook her up with that, and make a note of all your other ideas for when she's a little older 😃 Thanks for being so awesome, everyone :)

Edit: I get it. She's 8. She's got a lot of growing between here and the future. Will she still like girls when she's older? Who knows! Who cares! Is there any harm in letting her explore this, even if it does happen to be just a phase? I'm not shoving this down her throat. I'm not the one telling her to make same-sex couples in The Sims or in the drawings she makes. SDV is a modern day version of playing House, except the characters are NPCs. Tell me it would be better to squash this behavior.

Edit: This post is old and nearly dead but I realized today that I never provided an update. She finally got Abigail up to full hearts, got her house up to par, and managed to catch the guy who sells the marriage pendants on the very darn last day of Fall. She was SO STOKED to be able to get married in her first year, and to have a Winter wedding. She lost interest in the game shortly after that, but I suppose it served the purpose and filled the void she needed at the time 😃

Ever since I was pregnant, I constantly fantasized about having that big round belly again. I used to watch pregnant porn and try to push my belly out and rub it but obviously wasn’t the same. I recently came across inflation. I never heard of it before nor thought it was possible, and it turned me on so much. I just tried air inflation with a fish pump for the first time yesterday, and it was such an amazing feeling to have a hard tummy again. I rubbed it up and down it was amazing but it was a bit crampy at times. I loved the pressure, my tight belly…I know I’m going to have to practice at it more…I want to get to a point were my belly looks pregnant with out all the cramping…I haven’t been able to talk about this to any one nor my husband. I think he’d find it extremely weird

They really need to do a hard reboot of Smash.
Cut 95% of the roster including most of the veterans, and just completely reimagine the game from the ground up. Smash Ultimate is nothing more than a juiced-up remaster, almost like a "Super Smash Bros. REMIX'

IF they wanna shatter the earth like how they used to, then they would completely redesign smash, so that it caters to today's tech & gameplay style.
THAT's what Nintendo needs to save the switch. Not a fucking "Super Smash Bros HD Collection Feat. Dante from the Devil May Cry series"

>muh new content
Updated stages & graphics are not new content. You could argue that they are, but in an objective sense, its not new.

>muh newcomers
See this is the funny part. This is how you know Nintendo is running out of creativity. For the first time in Smash history, they're adding predictable characters to the roster. Fucking boring. What makes Smash "Smash", to begin with, was it's uniqueness and fucking weirdo roster. Now it's just become a cross-over party game. Literal party game, in the same tier as Mario Party. Mario Kart 8 is less of a party game than nu-smash.

>muh new gamemodes
Oh, you mean the single lines of mere code they added? The "epic new gamemodes" that are Update/Patch tier? Yeah.. cuz that'll really make people wanna buy it.

>muh new music
>muh new skin alts
>muh this muh that
shut up. not an argument,

>ur just a stinky melee fag!
I hate Melee too, for all its own reasons.

Come at me.

This is a true story. I did this. No kidding.