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Wasn't Big Joel that guy who makes extremely pretentious, pseudo-intelectual "documentaries"
Diseased Rowling Derangement Syndrome - "TERF/Woke Author Bad!!1"
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Trying to disguise a widow's peak in the worst way possible. She's made herself look like a smackhead.
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I thought that was Ellen Page for a second.
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Move over avada kedavra
The most deadly curse in the magical world
"You will never be a woman"
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My hot take: it's because she was just a basic ass generic pretty girl that made her so publicly idolized by a certain lefty, softy, Harry-Potter-Loving demographic of men; she was pretty, but not too pretty, she was something any 1st-world man with a good job could have hoped for in a pre-obesity-crisis world, and thus she was safe to set as a standard of beauty in the prickly, SJW-policed milieu of Reddit and in the general soy communities that'd bitch and scream about lusting after any mega-hotties. Implying she was the highest physical standard of woman you'd aspire to fuck is part defense mechanism, part humblebrag about how "realistic" your wildest standards are and maybe gets you lefty good-boy points.
IDK, this might be bullshit what with how much a very loud portion of the modern left is in love with the grotesque, maybe even half a decade ago the Watson standard was too high and would hurt too many dangerhair feefees.
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They idolized her because she was underage for half of the films and they are pedos.
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She'll have probably trooned out.
She looks like she has anorexia. Or has gone vegan (if she had she would have told everyone though). Either way bitch needs a cheeseburger or three.
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Nah she'll have had to have been actually ass fucked by a raging Mtf to go that far. It's sadly how I believe most Ftm's are created, they're too busy being molested by these monsters to do anything about it.
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Same difference.
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That’s probably why there’s so many ugly people on TV these days, it’s hard to watch sometimes. Just like how I go to an art gallery to see beautiful works of art, not a banana sticky-taped to a wall. I don’t want to be disgusted by grotesque or fat people on TV, I want to watch something aesthetically pleasing. Progressives will tell you they’re just trying to relate to the common man. Well fuck you if you think I’m a disfigured mongoloid.
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Troonforma No-Nada.
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Darkness.
Joanne Kathleen Rowling opened her eyes to darkness and could only make out vague shapes within it. She rose cautiously to her feet, wondering if one of her deranged stalkers made good on their promise. She prayed for the safety of her family, of her children. If anyone sought to harm her, she hoped that they were only after her. Rowling traversed through an unfamiliar terrain. The ground beneath her feet gave way in odd places. Too hard to be carpet, too soft to be hardwood. Not loose enough to be dirt, not firm enough to be floor. Sometimes sticky, sometimes crunchy. Occasionally, she could make out the smell of gym socks and processed cheese crisps, but that would be quickly replaced by the smell of burnt hair and something metallic. Was it blood? Was someone hurt? Her steps quickened. The faster she had answers, the faster she could get out of this hellish place.
The light in the room brightened slightly. As Rowling pushed onward, the mysterious shapes in the dark were clear to her. A pile of tampons, visibly used but obviously not for their intended purpose, was laying in a corner. That wasn't the source of the metallic smell. Neither were the anime figurines on the shelf. Their plastic bodies gleamed with... something, but also reflected a light. She was getting closer. Closer to someone who can help her, another victim of circumstance, or the monster that put her here in the first place.
Rowling rounded the corner and she shielded her eyes. The back wall was lined with screens illuminating the room. Several of the screens were playing violent pornography, while others were children's cartoons and video game playthroughs. In front of them all, sat a basic swivel chair.
"Degenerate, isn't it?" the individual in the chair said, "What happened to the men in this world? Consumed by degeneracy."
"Who are you? Where am I?" Rowling spoke confidently. The fear in her voice was gone. The fear of the unknown disappeared. The more she learned about her captor, the less her surroundings intimidated her. This wasn't threatening, it was pathetic. However, she was no fool. A deranged man was a deranged man and she would not let her newfound confidence give her a false sense of security.
No response from the man. He must have been talking to himself.
"Where am I?" she said louder. The chair turned slowly in her direction. The lights behind him made it hard to identify him but she could make out that this was a white man, over 60, greying golden hair, wearing a basic navy or black suit with a red or purple tie.
"Hello, Joanne."
"Are you... Donald Trump?" she asked, her confidence rapidly morphing into confusion. He stood and stepped forward. It was indeed former United States president Donald J. Trump in the flesh.
"Couldn't be anyone else," he chuckled, "Oh, and by the way, my kids loved those Potter books of yours. Loved 'em. But that's beside the point. We are in the mind of a tranny."
"What? How did we get here?"
"Obsession. God, folks get worked up about anything and everything these days. But in very special cases, whatever they're obsessed about gets lodged in their brain forever." Trump pointed to the cardboard boxes in the corner labeled, "Age of Consent Laws in Japan", "My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic Trivia", and "Nazi War Machines Fun Facts".
"But-"
"And about getting out? Don't count on it. This may be a dusty, dank shithole that reeks of jizz and piss, but there is an upside."
"An upside?"
He threw his arms out wide, a showman to his core.
"It's rent free!"
I saw something like this in a different thread but I couldn't find the post so I tried to recreate it the best I could. Thank you for tolerating this autism.
Joanne Kathleen Rowling opened her eyes to darkness and could only make out vague shapes within it. She rose cautiously to her feet, wondering if one of her deranged stalkers made good on their promise. She prayed for the safety of her family, of her children. If anyone sought to harm her, she hoped that they were only after her. Rowling traversed through an unfamiliar terrain. The ground beneath her feet gave way in odd places. Too hard to be carpet, too soft to be hardwood. Not loose enough to be dirt, not firm enough to be floor. Sometimes sticky, sometimes crunchy. Occasionally, she could make out the smell of gym socks and processed cheese crisps, but that would be quickly replaced by the smell of burnt hair and something metallic. Was it blood? Was someone hurt? Her steps quickened. The faster she had answers, the faster she could get out of this hellish place.
The light in the room brightened slightly. As Rowling pushed onward, the mysterious shapes in the dark were clear to her. A pile of tampons, visibly used but obviously not for their intended purpose, was laying in a corner. That wasn't the source of the metallic smell. Neither were the anime figurines on the shelf. Their plastic bodies gleamed with... something, but also reflected a light. She was getting closer. Closer to someone who can help her, another victim of circumstance, or the monster that put her here in the first place.
Rowling rounded the corner and she shielded her eyes. The back wall was lined with screens illuminating the room. Several of the screens were playing violent pornography, while others were children's cartoons and video game playthroughs. In front of them all, sat a basic swivel chair.
"Degenerate, isn't it?" the individual in the chair said, "What happened to the men in this world? Consumed by degeneracy."
"Who are you? Where am I?" Rowling spoke confidently. The fear in her voice was gone. The fear of the unknown disappeared. The more she learned about her captor, the less her surroundings intimidated her. This wasn't threatening, it was pathetic. However, she was no fool. A deranged man was a deranged man and she would not let her newfound confidence give her a false sense of security.
No response from the man. He must have been talking to himself.
"Where am I?" she said louder. The chair turned slowly in her direction. The lights behind him made it hard to identify him but she could make out that this was a white man, over 60, greying golden hair, wearing a basic navy or black suit with a red or purple tie.
"Hello, Joanne."
"Are you... Donald Trump?" she asked, her confidence rapidly morphing into confusion. He stood and stepped forward. It was indeed former United States president Donald J. Trump in the flesh.
"Couldn't be anyone else," he chuckled, "Oh, and by the way, my kids loved those Potter books of yours. Loved 'em. But that's beside the point. We are in the mind of a tranny."
"What? How did we get here?"
"Obsession. God, folks get worked up about anything and everything these days. But in very special cases, whatever they're obsessed about gets lodged in their brain forever." Trump pointed to the cardboard boxes in the corner labeled, "Age of Consent Laws in Japan", "My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic Trivia", and "Nazi War Machines Fun Facts".
"But-"
"And about getting out? Don't count on it. This may be a dusty, dank shithole that reeks of jizz and piss, but there is an upside."
"An upside?"
He threw his arms out wide, a showman to his core.
"It's rent free!"
I saw something like this in a different thread but I couldn't find the post so I tried to recreate it the best I could. Thank you for tolerating this autism.
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Didn't the attack helicopter meme come from the military during the rise of trump era 2015 and 16?
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In fairness, that's definitely a bad pic of her. She looks better than that on average.
But...yes, she doesn't look good there lol.
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Jesus christ is she becoming anorexic? You can see her chest bones.
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its exhausting to ride a broomstick all the time, give emma a rest.
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According to Know Your Meme. this is the origin:
I Sexually Identify as an Attack Helicopter
I Sexually Identify as an Attack Helicopter is a copypasta about a male who dreams of becoming a helicopter. It mocks gender and sexual identification posts by comparing the desire to be an attack helicopter with the experiences of transgender people and other LGBTQ+ people. The format of the...
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That vegan diet be like...
Disastrously Dumb
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So they been coming after Silvervale.
i mentioned that before.
but now they're coming after Ironmouse.
Twitter Troons deranged over JK Rowling gonna end up starting a war with vtuber fandoms.
i mentioned that before.
but now they're coming after Ironmouse.
Twitter Troons deranged over JK Rowling gonna end up starting a war with vtuber fandoms.
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Begun, the retard war has.