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Cats, Dude, and Fake: Belle Delphine said if she got 1 M likes on an insta photo she'd start a pornhub. Nearly 2M thirsty teen boys liked it. She made a pornhub but it's just video of her playing with stuffed cats. And now every teenage memer on insta is having a meltdown h This is the defi- nition of clickba. That's all you are. A girl who thinks it's funny to fuck around with people after you gave them hope what the fuck belle i actaully was hoping for a change in my life something to make me feel again yet you ruined me as a person as an 8h 249 likes Reply indiviul i am hurt by this you scarred me for life i actually thought that you would be the better person and drop the vids my dude yet you back stabbed us gamers that accept you into our culture and society how dare you cosplay like some of our e girls we dont accept you as an e girl or a gamer you have been shamed beyond recognition you arent our sister in arms anymore just leave this place that we call home and never Belle Delphine's gamer card has officially been taken away and she will no longer be excepted in our culture any longer. She has broken peoples hearts and destroyed their dignity. The only apology we will except is real videos and not these fake disgusting lies. 6h 93 likes Reply Never been this mad show your face again or you will hurt in life before us more than you intended leave now 4h 2 likes Reply please or i will have to do something on my own not to hurt you but to eYa TBH LTought you were actually gonna protect my brothers that have been antione thic in ct burt cuo to u Nuuuuu I want belle delphine nude nuuuuu
Cats, Dude, and Fake: Belle Delphine said if she got 1 M
 likes on an insta photo she'd start a
 pornhub. Nearly 2M thirsty teen
 boys liked it. She made a pornhub
 but it's just video of her playing with
 stuffed cats. And now every teenage
 memer on insta is having a
 meltdown
 h This is the defi-
 nition of clickba. That's all you are. A
 girl who thinks it's funny to fuck around
 with people after you gave them hope
 what the fuck belle i actaully
 was hoping for a change in my life
 something to make me feel again yet
 you ruined me as a person as an
 8h 249 likes Reply
 indiviul i am hurt by this you scarred
 me for life i actually thought that you
 would be the better person and drop
 the vids my dude yet you back
 stabbed us gamers that accept you
 into our culture and society how dare
 you cosplay like some of our e girls
 we dont accept you as an e girl or a
 gamer you have been shamed
 beyond recognition you arent our
 sister in arms anymore just leave this
 place that we call home and never
 Belle Delphine's gamer
 card has officially been taken away
 and she will no longer be excepted
 in our culture any longer. She has
 broken peoples hearts and destroyed
 their dignity. The only apology we will
 except is real videos and not these fake
 disgusting lies.
 6h 93 likes Reply
 Never been this mad
 show your face again or you will hurt
 in life before
 us more than you intended leave now
 4h 2 likes
 Reply
 please or i will have to do something
 on my own not to hurt you but to
 eYa TBH
 LTought you were actually gonna
 protect my brothers that have been
 antione thic in ct
 burt cuo to u
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Apparently, Asian, and Ass: File: hooka jpg (86 KB, 620x465) Anonymous (ID: ak8UhFLQ 10/28/14(Tue)23:29:45 No.576373696 Story time /b/ >be me >be sophomore in college >spring break >decide to go to San Francisco with a few of my bros this one buddy, we ll cal do would do iust about anything for a laugh >In San Francis co after an awful red-eye flight. >Go clubbing every night, having the time of our lives >Eventually our trip was coming to a close, and we only had a couple more days left in San Fran >Decide to go clubbing again, for the third night in a row >After a few hours of clubbing we were pretty freaking inebriated >Finally decide to wander back to our hotel for the night Begin to stumble back to the hotel, having a great fucking time We are suddenly approached by one a San Fran's finest >We are not interested in acquiring vanareal diseases from a crack whore, continue to walk >As we were about to walk by, this hooker said something that I'll never be able to forget >"I'll bet each of you boys ten dollars that you can't shit on my face" >Dave immediately takes her up on the offer, me and the rest of my friends are too drunk to care >Hooker takes us all down to an alley, then proceeds to lay down with her face upwards frighteningly emaciated meth addict hooker. Anonymous (ID: ak8UhFLQ 10/28/14(Tue)23: 30 :33 No.576373816 »576374049 >cont. Okay try to shit on my face" goes Dave pulls his pants down and exposes his bare ass >Just as he's about to pinch a log off onto this meth addict whore's forehead, she blows on his asshole shole immediately shrivels up like a dehydrated rais in, Dave literally can not shit on her face >I stand over her face, knowing that my ten dollars is at stake >I squeeze my bowels like I've never squeezed them before, and I begin to feel a massive shit log stirring within me >I had gained confidence, this was my shining moment Just as I felt the tip of my shit touching the ring on my asshole, a great wind swept up from the prostitute's mouth and instantly closed the gates of my sphincter Just as Dave had failed before me, I was unnsuccessful in my quest >Hooker proceeds to do the same to each of my friends, not a single one of us can shit on her face >Hooker collects sixty bucks, and we finish our journey back to the hotel defeated >All of my friends and I quickly forget the experience, except for Dave >Dave becomes legitimately angy that he wasn't able to shit on the hooker's face >Keeps talking about how much he wants his money back >whatever.gif >Next day plane leaves the next moming, So this night was our last in San Francisco >We decide to go around and eat dinner at the cheapest restaurant we can find (after losing our money to the hooker, we decided not to spend much) Find this nasty "chinese" buffet >Eat a fuckton of food, tons of really spicy stuff Anonymous (ID: ak8UhFLQ 10/28/14(Tue)23:32: 03 No.576374040 cont >Decide to go back to the hotel to chill and start packing >We get back to the Hotel, and a look of pure malice crosses Dave's face "We're going to get our money back" >Apparently the chinese buffet was beginning to have a serious affect on Dave >Dave runs out of the hotel to go find the hooker from the night before >Friends and I have no choice but to follow >Dave doubles over in stomach pain, still running with the feriocity and determination of a tigress hunting her prey ie begins to groan and fart loadly, running even faster than before >Sure ve >Dave groans through clenched teeth "We want to try and shit on your face again, double or nothing" >Hooker agrees Takes us back to the same place as before, and lays in the same position >Dave stands over her face asI remain transfixed with anticipation the same meth head prostitute is stading at the same corner 2Anonymous (ID: ak8UhFLQ) 10/28/14(Tue)23: 33: 13 No.576374230 >cont >Before the hooker even had time to purse her lips in preparation of closing Dave's sphincter, he began to release an unholy anal terror the likes of which no man should ever witness >Dave lets out a defeaning warcry as legions of liquid shit spew forth from between his fiercly vibrating asscheeks >The hooker's screams of utter terror slowly become muffled as legendary proportions of post-digested spicy asian buffet cover her face and chest >The shit continues to flow forth as the floodgates of hell remain open >Hooker attempts to protect her already scat-buried face with her hands, which are quickly pushed back by the force of Dave's anal explosion >Finally, Dave's ass slowly putters and flarps itself to sleep >Dave turns around, bare ass quivering from the after affects of what can only be compared to a nuclear blast in order to assess the damage >The Hooker is literally covered from head to toe in shit, with a smell reminiscient of the prison cells in Auschwitz She's not even moving anymore, she just lays still, put into shock by the force of Dave's shit >Dave turns to us with a serious expression on his face, bare ass still exposed "Holy fuck I've killed her" >The pavement around the hookers head is also drenched in shit, giving the appearence of a grotes que brown halo >Dave quickly pulls his pants back up, and we all sprint away from the alley Still don't know what happened to that hooker, or if she even survived the breeze Hooker Green Text
Apparently, Asian, and Ass: File: hooka jpg (86 KB, 620x465)
 Anonymous (ID: ak8UhFLQ 10/28/14(Tue)23:29:45 No.576373696
 Story time /b/
 >be me
 >be sophomore in college
 >spring break
 >decide to go to San Francisco with a few of my bros
 this one buddy, we ll cal do would do iust about anything for a laugh
 >In San Francis co after an awful red-eye flight.
 >Go clubbing every night, having the time of our lives
 >Eventually our trip was coming to a close, and we only had a couple more days left in San Fran
 >Decide to go clubbing again, for the third night in a row
 >After a few hours of clubbing we were pretty freaking inebriated
 >Finally decide to wander back to our hotel for the night
 Begin to stumble back to the hotel, having a great fucking time
 We are suddenly approached by one a San Fran's finest
 >We are not interested in acquiring vanareal diseases from a crack whore, continue to walk
 >As we were about to walk by, this hooker said something that I'll never be able to forget
 >"I'll bet each of you boys ten dollars that you can't shit on my face"
 >Dave immediately takes her up on the offer, me and the rest of my friends are too drunk to care
 >Hooker takes us all down to an alley, then proceeds to lay down with her face upwards
 frighteningly emaciated meth addict hooker.
 Anonymous (ID: ak8UhFLQ 10/28/14(Tue)23: 30 :33 No.576373816
 »576374049
 >cont.
 Okay try to shit on my face"
 goes
 Dave pulls his pants down and exposes his bare ass
 >Just as he's about to pinch a log off onto this meth addict whore's forehead, she blows on his asshole
 shole immediately shrivels up like a dehydrated rais in, Dave literally can not shit on her face
 >I stand over her face, knowing that my ten dollars is at stake
 >I squeeze my bowels like I've never squeezed them before, and I begin to feel a massive shit log stirring within me
 >I had gained confidence, this was my shining moment
 Just as I felt the tip of my shit touching the ring on my asshole, a great wind swept up from the prostitute's mouth and instantly closed the
 gates of my sphincter
 Just as Dave had failed before me, I was unnsuccessful in my quest
 >Hooker proceeds to do the same to each of my friends, not a single one of us can shit on her face
 >Hooker collects sixty bucks, and we finish our journey back to the hotel defeated
 >All of my friends and I quickly forget the experience, except for Dave
 >Dave becomes legitimately angy that he wasn't able to shit on the hooker's face
 >Keeps talking about how much he wants his money back
 >whatever.gif
 >Next day
 plane leaves the next moming, So this night was our last in San Francisco
 >We decide to go around and eat dinner at the cheapest restaurant we can find (after losing our money to the hooker, we decided not to spend
 much)
 Find this nasty "chinese" buffet
 >Eat a fuckton of food, tons of really spicy stuff
 Anonymous (ID: ak8UhFLQ 10/28/14(Tue)23:32: 03 No.576374040
 cont
 >Decide to go back to the hotel to chill and start packing
 >We get back to the Hotel, and a look of pure malice crosses Dave's face
 "We're going to get our money back"
 >Apparently the chinese buffet was beginning to have a serious affect on Dave
 >Dave runs out of the hotel to go find the hooker from the night before
 >Friends and I have no choice but to follow
 >Dave doubles over in stomach pain, still running with the feriocity and determination of a tigress hunting her prey
 ie begins to groan and fart loadly, running even faster than before
 >Sure ve
 >Dave groans through clenched teeth "We want to try and shit on your face again, double or nothing"
 >Hooker agrees
 Takes us back to the same place as before, and lays in the same position
 >Dave stands over her face asI remain transfixed with anticipation
 the same
 meth head prostitute is stading at the same corner
 2Anonymous (ID: ak8UhFLQ) 10/28/14(Tue)23: 33: 13 No.576374230
 >cont
 >Before the hooker even had time to purse her lips in preparation of closing Dave's sphincter, he began to release an unholy anal terror the
 likes of which no man should ever witness
 >Dave lets out a defeaning warcry as legions of liquid shit spew forth from between his fiercly vibrating asscheeks
 >The hooker's screams of utter terror slowly become muffled as legendary proportions of post-digested spicy asian buffet cover her face and
 chest
 >The shit continues to flow forth as the floodgates of hell remain open
 >Hooker attempts to protect her already scat-buried face with her hands, which are quickly pushed back by the force of Dave's anal explosion
 >Finally, Dave's ass slowly putters and flarps itself to sleep
 >Dave turns around, bare ass quivering from the after affects of what can only be compared to a nuclear blast in order to assess the damage
 >The Hooker is literally covered from head to toe in shit, with a smell reminiscient of the prison cells in Auschwitz
 She's not even moving anymore, she just lays still, put into shock by the force of Dave's shit
 >Dave turns to us with a serious expression on his face, bare ass still exposed
 "Holy fuck I've killed her"
 >The pavement around the hookers head is also drenched in shit, giving the appearence of a grotes que brown halo
 >Dave quickly pulls his pants back up, and we all sprint away from the alley
 Still don't know what happened to that hooker, or if she even survived
 the breeze
Hooker Green Text

Hooker Green Text

Apparently, Bad, and Comfortable: theladyzephyr: Folks let me talk about Crowley and sunglasses, because I have a lot of emotions about when he wears them and when he doesn’t, and Hiding versus Being Seen. We’re introduced to the concept of Crowley wearing glasses even before we’re introduced to Crowley, by Hastur: “If you ask me he’s been up here too long. Gone native. Enjoying himself too much. Wearing sunglasses even when he doesn’t need them.” Honestly Crowley’s whole introduction is a fantastic; we learn so much about his character in a tiny amount of time. The fact that he’s late, the Queen playing as the Bentley approaches, the “Hi, guys” in response to Hastur and Ligur’s “Hail Satan”. I like this intro much better than the one originally scripted with the rats at the phone company, but I digress. Crowley wears sunglasses when he doesn’t need them. Specifically, he still wears them around the demons, and when he’s in hell. You know where Crowley doesn’t wear glasses? At home. We never once see him wearing glasses in his flat, except for when he knows Hastur and Ligur are coming. That’s an emotional kick to the gut for me. Here’s one of the only places Crowley’s comfortable enough to be sans glasses, and when he knows it’s going to be invaded he prepares not just physically with the holy water, but by putting up that emotional barrier in a place where he wasn’t supposed to need it. An argument could be made that Crowley actually never needs glasses. We’re shown that it’s well within the angels’ and demons’ powers to pass unnoticed by humans. Crowley and Aziraphale waltz out of the manor in the middle of a police raid, and going unnoticed by the police takes so little effort that they can keep up a conversation while they stroll through. Even an unimaginative demon like Hastur apparently doesn’t have trouble with the humans losing it over his demonic eyes. The humans in the scene at Megiddo are acting like “this guy is a little weird” and not “holy shit his entire eyeballs are black jelly” That means that Crowley’s glasses are a choice, just like Aziraphale’s softness. Sure, he could arrange matters so that nobody ever noticed his eyes, but he doesn’t want to. Crowley wants acceptance, and he wants to belong, and he’s never, ever had that. He didn’t fit in before the Fall in Heaven, he doesn’t fit in with the demons in Hell. With the glasses, and with the Bentley and his plants and with the barely-bad-enough-to-be-evil nuisance temptations, he’s choosing Earth. This is where he wants to fit in, perhaps not with the humans, but amongst them. Even after Crowley is at his absolute lowest, when he thinks Aziraphale’s dead and he’s on his way to drink until the world ends, he takes the time to put a new pair on when the old ones are damaged. He needs that emotional crutch right now, even with everything about to turn into a pile of puddling goo he’s not ready for the world to see his eyes. Which is why I swore out loud when Hastur forcibly takes them off. It’s about the worst thing that Hastur could have done. Rather than leading with a physical threat, his first act is to strip away Crowley’s emotional defences. It’s a great writing choice because god it made me hate Hastur, even more than all the physical violence we see him do. It’s also the moment that Crowley really truly gets his shit together, and focuses all of his considerable imagination on getting to Tadfield and Aziraphale to help save the world. He’s wielding the terrifyingly unimaginable power of someone who’s hit rock bottom and realised it literally could not get any worse than this. He doesn’t put another pair of glasses on after discorporating Hastur, and he spends the majority of the airbase sequence without them. He puts them back on again, I think, at the moment that he really lets himself hope. When he thinks ‘shit, there may be a real chance that we get through this to a future that I don’t want to lose’. The vulnerability is back, and he needs Adam to trust him. In Crowley’s mind being accepted by a human means he needs to have his eyes hidden. Someone give the demon a hug, please. Interestingly, there’s only one time in the whole series that we see Crowley willingly choose to take his glasses off around another person. Only one person he’ll take down that barrier for, and even then he’s drunk before he does it. Dear God/Satan/Someone that makes my heart ache. Crowley’s chosen Earth, but he’s also chosen Aziraphale. He’s been looking for somewhere to belong his entire existence, and it’s with the angel that he finally feels it. When the dust settles and the world is saved and they finally have space to be themselves unguarded, I like to imagine Crowley takes off the glasses when it’s just the two of them; the idea of being known doesn’t scare him quite so much anymore.  
Apparently, Bad, and Comfortable: theladyzephyr:

Folks let me talk about Crowley and sunglasses, because I have a lot of emotions about when he wears them and when he doesn’t, and Hiding versus Being Seen.
We’re introduced to the concept of Crowley wearing glasses even before we’re introduced to Crowley, by Hastur: “If you ask me he’s been up here too long. Gone native. Enjoying himself too much. Wearing sunglasses even when he doesn’t need them.”
Honestly Crowley’s whole introduction is a fantastic; we learn so much about his character in a tiny amount of time. The fact that he’s late, the Queen playing as the Bentley approaches, the “Hi, guys” in response to Hastur and Ligur’s “Hail Satan”. I like this intro much better than the one originally scripted with the rats at the phone company, but I digress.
Crowley wears sunglasses when he doesn’t need them. Specifically, he still wears them around the demons, and when he’s in hell.
You know where Crowley doesn’t wear glasses? At home.
We never once see him wearing glasses in his flat, except for when he knows Hastur and Ligur are coming. That’s an emotional kick to the gut for me. Here’s one of the only places Crowley’s comfortable enough to be sans glasses, and when he knows it’s going to be invaded he prepares not just physically with the holy water, but by putting up that emotional barrier in a place where he wasn’t supposed to need it.
An argument could be made that Crowley actually never needs glasses. We’re shown that it’s well within the angels’ and demons’ powers to pass unnoticed by humans. Crowley and Aziraphale waltz out of the manor in the middle of a police raid, and going unnoticed by the police takes so little effort that they can keep up a conversation while they stroll through. Even an unimaginative demon like Hastur apparently doesn’t have trouble with the humans losing it over his demonic eyes. The humans in the scene at Megiddo are acting like “this guy is a little weird” and not “holy shit his entire eyeballs are black jelly”
That means that Crowley’s glasses are a choice, just like Aziraphale’s softness. Sure, he could arrange matters so that nobody ever noticed his eyes, but he doesn’t want to. Crowley wants acceptance, and he wants to belong, and he’s never, ever had that. He didn’t fit in before the Fall in Heaven, he doesn’t fit in with the demons in Hell. With the glasses, and with the Bentley and his plants and with the barely-bad-enough-to-be-evil nuisance temptations, he’s choosing Earth. This is where he wants to fit in, perhaps not with the humans, but amongst them.
Even after Crowley is at his absolute lowest, when he thinks Aziraphale’s dead and he’s on his way to drink until the world ends, he takes the time to put a new pair on when the old ones are damaged. He needs that emotional crutch right now, even with everything about to turn into a pile of puddling goo he’s not ready for the world to see his eyes.
Which is why I swore out loud when Hastur forcibly takes them off.
It’s about the worst thing that Hastur could have done. Rather than leading with a physical threat, his first act is to strip away Crowley’s emotional defences. It’s a great writing choice because god it made me hate Hastur, even more than all the physical violence we see him do.
It’s also the moment that Crowley really truly gets his shit together, and focuses all of his considerable imagination on getting to Tadfield and Aziraphale to help save the world. He’s wielding the terrifyingly unimaginable power of someone who’s hit rock bottom and realised it literally could not get any worse than this. He doesn’t put another pair of glasses on after discorporating Hastur, and he spends the majority of the airbase sequence without them.
He puts them back on again, I think, at the moment that he really lets himself hope. When he thinks ‘shit, there may be a real chance that we get through this to a future that I don’t want to lose’.
The vulnerability is back, and he needs Adam to trust him. In Crowley’s mind being accepted by a human means he needs to have his eyes hidden. Someone give the demon a hug, please.
Interestingly, there’s only one time in the whole series that we see Crowley willingly choose to take his glasses off around another person. Only one person he’ll take down that barrier for, and even then he’s drunk before he does it.
Dear God/Satan/Someone that makes my heart ache. Crowley’s chosen Earth, but he’s also chosen Aziraphale. He’s been looking for somewhere to belong his entire existence, and it’s with the angel that he finally feels it.
When the dust settles and the world is saved and they finally have space to be themselves unguarded, I like to imagine Crowley takes off the glasses when it’s just the two of them; the idea of being known doesn’t scare him quite so much anymore.  

theladyzephyr: Folks let me talk about Crowley and sunglasses, because I have a lot of emotions about when he wears them and when he doesn’...