I did have the idea that the sweeping majority of these people were absolute degenerates, so every time Kevin and his circle posts anything, I am validated. And I pray for the day society wakes the fuck up to these literal sex offender antics instead of politely parroting "trans women are women."
hefs kiss: it's art.
Why do most troons's smiles look like Aphex Twin album art?View attachment 1824791
This one is my fave. The smile. The horse teeth. The aweful side shave. The fake tits in two different time zones, and The desolate, dirt and dead tree wasteland behind him.
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This one is my fave. The smile. The horse teeth. The aweful side shave. The fake tits in two different time zones, and The desolate, dirt and dead tree wasteland behind him.
Love how troons can't smile without looking like a rapist, a coomer, or both at once.View attachment 1824791
This one is my fave. The smile. The horse teeth. The aweful side shave. The fake tits in two different time zones, and The desolate, dirt and dead tree wasteland behind him.
I think it's the angle. They can't face the camera dead-on or you see their manjaw. But they've gotta slap on that big fake grin to show how gender euphoric they are. The whole effect is seriously disquieting.
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This one is my fave. The smile. The horse teeth. The aweful side shave. The fake tits in two different time zones, and The desolate, dirt and dead tree wasteland behind him.
Likely a bunch of people follow it, think that will be enough to support them. It's just a matter of virtue signaling. Nobody's going to actually buy that expensive fucking alpaca yarn.
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This one is my fave. The smile. The horse teeth. The aweful side shave. The fake tits in two different time zones, and The desolate, dirt and dead tree wasteland behind him.
I eagerly away the indie horror movie that's basically Midsommer but with a crazy troon cult.You wake up. For a brief, blissful moment, you think you've finally awoken from a long nightmare. Then the aching head, the limbs stiff from cold, the hard floor beneath you shake you back to reality.
Tears of despair well in your eyes, as you struggle to keep yourself from sobbing. Maybe you can buy yourself some time before they notice you've awakened. You swallow hard, around the painful lump in your dry throat.
Suddenly, you notice the silence. No sound but your own ragged breathing echoing in your ears, and the distant whistling of the wind. You don't dare to hope, but maybe you're alone.
You open your eyes and look around. The room is small and barren, with nothing but a few broken chairs in the corner. A small, dirty window, high above you, lets in the milky morning light. There's nobody else here. You are alone.
You climb to your feet, the sudden jolt of adrenaline chasing away the stiffness and the aches in your limbs. You quietly approach the door, praying to whatever God is listening that the door will open.
The door opens.
Outside is a barren land, with small hills covered in dead grass and the trunks of long-dead trees. To your desperate eyes, no Promised Land could be more beautiful, more full of hope. You glance furtively at the distant house of your captors. No movement. All is still.
You slip back into the shadows of the shack and quickly devise the beginnings of a plan. Run. Run like hell. Find a car, a house, anyone. Anywhere is better than here.
For a brief, joyful moment, you are convinced that you're free.
Then you see it. All your hopes are in vain. There will be no escape, no freedom. Your fate is sealed.
This is the last sight you see, before the screaming starts.
edited cause I'm an idiot and screwed up image formatting
Yer ima have to email Null my DMCA over this post, I called dibs on the first “Unicorn Ranch” horror movie back in May.You wake up. For a brief, blissful moment, you think you've finally awoken from a long nightmare. Then the aching head, the limbs stiff from cold, the hard floor beneath you shake you back to reality.
Tears of despair well in your eyes, as you struggle to keep yourself from sobbing. Maybe you can buy yourself some time before they notice you've awakened. You swallow hard, around the painful lump in your dry throat.
Suddenly, you notice the silence. No sound but your own ragged breathing echoing in your ears, and the distant whistling of the wind. You don't dare to hope, but maybe you're alone.
You open your eyes and look around. The room is small and barren, with nothing but a few broken chairs in the corner. A small, dirty window, high above you, lets in the milky morning light. There's nobody else here. You are alone.
You climb to your feet, the sudden jolt of adrenaline chasing away the stiffness and the aches in your limbs. You quietly approach the door, praying to whatever God is listening that the door will open.
The door opens.
Outside is a barren land, with small hills covered in dead grass and the trunks of long-dead trees. To your desperate eyes, no Promised Land could be more beautiful, more full of hope. You glance furtively at the distant house of your captors. No movement. All is still.
You slip back into the shadows of the shack and quickly devise the beginnings of a plan. Run. Run like hell. Find a car, a house, anyone. Anywhere is better than here.
For a brief, joyful moment, you are convinced that you're free.
Then you see it. All your hopes are in vain. There will be no escape, no freedom. Your fate is sealed.
This is the last sight you see, before the screaming starts.
edited cause I'm an idiot and screwed up image formatting
Some roofer in Colorado whiles on a call out to some ranch gets pistol whipped in the back of head.
Wakes up to see two tall burly figures standing over him.
He asks “what’s going on?”
they say nothing but give each other this look:
Cut to black. Opening title appears in blood letter font.
“Unicorn Ranch”
Wow, I have an urge to join the Brotherhood of Steel now, to cleanse the Wasteland from mutants. Where did this come from?View attachment 1824791
This one is my fave. The smile. The horse teeth. The aweful side shave. The fake tits in two different time zones, and The desolate, dirt and dead tree wasteland behind him.
