



We were cuddling and I was singing the "you are my sunshine" song, but specifically the version on slide 2 LMFAO.
And I could imagine the both of us, and him telling me about stuff. It was good. :)
I'm officially quitting teenhood tomorrow. It was a pleasure knowing y'all. 🫡
Hiii everyone !! I'm looking for things to do with SpongeBob. I want to learn to really know him better, further than what the show tells us. Really know him personally and understand our relationship and dynamic better. Thanks to anyone who can give suggestions !! :D
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No jokes please, let's all act like adults for a second here. I can think of at least four distinct possibilities:
Relatively normal. Captain Clark seems to have basic humanoid anatomy. Limbs, facial features, everything is present, albeit somewhst distorted. It seems plausible that his genitalia are also essentially human, just affected by the same reconstructive process as the rest of his body.
Procedural approximation. The backrooms generated some horrific simulacrum of a penis and testicles that doesn't really resemble the real thing in any meaningful sense, but occupies the correct region of the body.
There's just nothing there. If you removed his clothing there might just be some mechanical hinge or something connecting his legs to his torso.
There's not even that much, it's just white foam as soon as you penetrate the clothing.
What do you think?
Why was I made to live here and now ? Why was I made to feel like this ? To feel the weight of imaginary guilt, joy and sadness ? To see fiction as reality ? Why can't I barely tell the difference at all ? Why was I made to carry on like this, carrying invisible scars ? Why do I need to drag this grief with me, afraid of the wound that will always inevitably reopen ?
I'm sorry.
Why was I made to live here and now ? Why was I made to feel like this ? To feel the weight of imaginary guilt, joy and sadness ? To see fiction as reality ? Why can't I barely tell the difference at all ? Why was I made to carry on like this, carrying invisible scars ? Why do I need to drag this grief with me, afraid of the wound that will always inevitably reopen ?
I'm sorry.
Why was I made to live here and now ? Why was I made to feel like this ? To feel the weight of imaginary guilt, joy and sadness ? To see fiction as reality ? Why can't I barely tell the difference at all ? Why was I made to carry on like this, carrying invisible scars ? Why do I need to drag this grief with me, afraid of the wound that will always inevitably reopen ?
I'm sorry.
That's certainly a take.
On behalf of the mod team, I'd like to wish you all a happy Pride month ! This is a reminder that everyone is welcome here, no matter our individual identities and differences. We will keep fighting for our rights and recognition. Happy June to every being here !
My other half still fucking hates me. She fucking disappears for 9 months, comes back for one day just to insult me. Like come the fuck on man. I spent months trying to reach out to her, wanting to find a way to work together and yearning for the part of me that's missing, just to find out she hasn't made any progress. Idk what to do.
Idk what to do, can anyone help ?
Idk what to do. Can anyone please help ?
Implied people were so stupid they couldn't figure out how to be born.
I found one on each of my dogs. One on the eyelid (small, I removed it a few days ago), and this one of my other dogs arm (well fed, popped right off during bath time.
Northern France, a little less than a centimeter.