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He'll need the money to not live on the street until his almost certain arrest and institutionalization. Literally insane.God they're so faggy.
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He'll need the money to not live on the street until his almost certain arrest and institutionalization. Literally insane.God they're so faggy.
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make that a quote to define this whole website why dontchaVery nuanced bigbrain take on a man who put his penis inside his mother.
That's another thing I didn't know about until Chris became obsessed with it. They were "clever" enough to get 6000 dollars worth of weeb merch out of Chris and yet the only legacy they leave behind is Chris occassionally remembering to call himself a computer.Why did he or the Idea Guys have to drag the Neptunia series into this clusterfuck.
Write moar.Christine appears in the doorway of Barbara’s bedroom, a silhouette or varying proportions.
Christine: “Hey Love…r”
<There is no response from Barb>
Christine: “HEY DEARY!”
Barb: “Oh!” <sputtering noises> “Hello.”
Christine: “It was gettin’ lonely up in my bedroom, so I thought I’d come… I thoug.. I came down to see how y’all doooing…”
Barb: “I’m fine”
Christine moves toward Barb’s bed and takes a seat, flipping some hair over her shoulder as she sits.
Christine: “So… I hope you’re well…”
Barb: “I’m fine.”
Christine: “You’re not lonely? All up here by yourself? I get lonely in my… room… up in my room.”
Barb: “Oh. I’m fine.”
Christine sighs.
Christine: “Us two girls, you know? We could have some fun together.”
Barb: “I’m fine.”
Christine reaches under the bedcovers awkwardly. After a few moments of fumbling she produces a pair of large stained underwear from beneath.
Christine: “Ther… there you go… more comfortable now?”
Barb stays silent as Christine slides into bed beside her resting her elbow on the pillow and propping her head up with her arm. Her eyes search Barb’s face, trying to ascertain exactly how conscious Barb is. Barb’s eyes are closed. Christine hand moves under the bedsheet once again, this time her eyes stay fixated on Barb’s face.
Barb: “Hnng”
Christine: “There we go. Feels good dear?”
I hope Chris has some time to reflect peacefully before he's institutionalised, really feels like he's hit his lowest point and he can't get out of this oneHe'll need the money to not live on the street until his almost certain arrest and institutionalization. Literally insane.
Actually, kill yourself.Honestly, it's not Chris that's the point, its the principle writ large. Chris is obviously a profoundly disturbed individual. The principle of using preferred pronouns however, is a wider issue of how to make the world a kinder place for people with gender dysphoria.
This was the moment Chris Chan became HeisenbergChristine appears in the doorway of Barbara’s bedroom, a silhouette or varying proportions.
Christine: “Hey Love…r”
<There is no response from Barb>
Christine: “HEY DEARY!”
Barb: “Oh!” <sputtering noises> “Hello.”
Christine: “It was gettin’ lonely up in my bedroom, so I thought I’d come… I thoug.. I came down to see how y’all doooing…”
Barb: “I’m fine”
Christine moves toward Barb’s bed and takes a seat, flipping some hair over her shoulder as she sits.
Christine: “So… I hope you’re well…”
Barb: “I’m fine.”
Christine: “You’re not lonely? All up here by yourself? I get lonely in my… room… up in my room.”
Barb: “Oh. I’m fine.”
Christine sighs.
Christine: “Us two girls, you know? We could have some fun together.”
Barb: “I’m fine.”
Christine reaches under the bedcovers awkwardly. After a few moments of fumbling she produces a pair of large stained underwear from beneath.
Christine: “Ther… there you go… more comfortable now?”
Barb stays silent as Christine slides into bed beside her resting her elbow on the pillow and propping her head up with her arm. Her eyes search Barb’s face, trying to ascertain exactly how conscious Barb is. Barb’s eyes are closed. Christine hand moves under the bedsheet once again, this time her eyes stay fixated on Barb’s face.
Barb: “Hnng”
Christine: “There we go. Feels good dear?”
We cannot give an inch to the troons. It's only a few steps from this to users getting banned for not supporting confused kids getting pumped full of puberty blockers.so why is everyone on here fighting to the death to call him male? If it's no big deal, why not live and let live about it?
nah autism has been a thing for ages longer than him or any of us- Autistic before it became widespread
he trooned out just in time for it to become fashionable- Trooned out before it became fashionable
That has absolutely no relevance to you being so afraid of what other's may say, think, or do that you willing gave up independent opinion and will call someone by a pronoun because you feel like you have to.I don't see sex as a big deal. I think it's a collection of hormones. chromosomes, body parts, and brain make-up that can go "wrong" and come out differently in a lot of people. I think it's a more delicate subject than the anti-trans right can admit - someone can just come out vague, same as someone can be born with one arm. And not just intersex diagnosed people - look at lesbians and how many of them are tall, big jawed, deep voiced etc. This viewpoint puts me against the woke left who believe physicality shouldn't be part of the discussion at all and everything is socialized.
He has the mind of a child. He's entirely incapable of doing what you described and he is in an incredibly dangerous situation right now. He belongs in a hospital.I hope Chris has some time to reflect peacefully before he's institutionalised, really feels like he's hit his lowest point and he can't get out of this one
lowkey I want his jail arc to turn into his Breaking Bad arc turn into his supervillain arc just so I can see his goon squad wearing sonichu medallions while he builds CWCVille to rein in the merge by any means necessaryThis was the moment Chris Chan became Heisenberg
It's because Chris is the stereotype of the sex-starved pervert who trooned out in some misguided effort to fill his sexual urges. Distracting with the pronoun bullshit is their way of deflecting from the fact that she stuck her bent duck into her senile mom. Not a very ladylike thing to do.Imagine wasting your time worring about a rapist incests fucking pronouns.
Weird hill to die on.
Imagine the smellHas there been any comment by Chris on how Barbs muff tasted?