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STATUS: ...why is my youtube feed full of Jordan Peterson videos? I've never watched any of his shit 7 yrs ago
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...why is my youtube feed full of Jordan Peterson videos? I've never watched any of his shit
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7 yrs ago
I'll top the bill! I'll overkill! I have to find the will to carry on with the show! On with the show!
7 yrs ago
@Metadude Well, why not. If it works, it works.
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7 yrs ago
You also gotta remember partisan jokes only work for those on your side. Like if I make afor joke about the bloody Union, I'll get the support of my Northern friends but push away those Union folks.
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7 yrs ago
Ja, uff da. Ække godt det der
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If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
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A lot was going on now. The food had been delivered and Light seemed to have gone mental for whatever reasons regarding her role in the house. Either way the tiny little outburst bothered her not, the calm decline of her soft pillowthighs did just slightly. Of course it was not obvious to her, but her smirk seemed slightly strained. Here she's trying to act all friendly and welcoming like Noyi and this is how she's repaid? She gave off a light grunt before peering onto the food, while grabbing the can of beer in her grasp. She quickly popped it open, letting the genle scent of the brown liquid tingle her nostril just lightly before taking a swift chug followed by a satisfied sigh. A cold beer can heal any achy heart.
Nodding appreciatively at the food, ignoring the panicky yelp from earlier.. looking at it, most likely the overly crispy bacon on her plate. Oh well, she liked them that way. The crunch is apart of the bacon experience, in her mind. "Indeed, please start my massa-" She began before blinking lightly, sighing as the door knocked lightly. She dragged her gaze over towards the entrance door with a clear tingle of annoyance while the hostess moved over deep red. Obviously the girl was thinking something along the lines of "Oh please, don't make a fuss of my blush." but Yoki knew better, smirking gently as the door opened, "My darling pet, please. Your face is redder than my squishy tomato. It fits you, my little submissive homeowner~" She teased Sara while peering onto the newcomers with interest. Certainly, her interest went as far as 'Give me reactions' and 'are these potentials to my future harem?' but either way, it was interest.
Well the human coming barging in with a glee that could make even the darkest of souls smile in turn, Yoki refrained from paying it back. Ah, she truly was a monster, declining a smile from such a spirited girl? Yoki smirked lightly instead. To the newcomers, Yoki must seem to be perfectly human with her dashingly red hair falling down her forms and down the side of the couch, her feet free and resting on the other side. A finger gently tingled before it went to her lips in thought, pondering if she should reveal herself as a monster and not just Sara's personal dominatrix? Ah well, it'd be revealed in time knowing Noyi's attitudes, and so she ended up using her hair to pick up the various items on her plate, guiding them to the back of her head before a massive suction sent the food into some kind of void. And after that, she dared a stray of hair forward, lightly tickling Shau under her armpit, the hair extending to great lengths.
While her hair tickled the spirited girl, her eyes turned to look at the monsters entering. Well. That was unexpected. A spider. A biig spider. A really, really, really big spider. She blinked once. Twice. Thrice. Yup, it's real. It's right there. "What the fuck?" She muttered softly in the direction of Light, their previous conversations completely drowned in the new events. Her stare increasingly went empty in thought before finally shaking her head, downing the rest of her can of beer in one go, then dragging her eyes to the other girl. How cute! A girly zombie! Yoki knew she wanted this one. "Greetings, fellow undead and..." She dragged her eyes over to the spider again. "Spider? Arachnea? Furry-legs? Four-eyes... I mean, six-eyes? Please, wear glasses, I can tease you for being a Twelve-eyes." Yoki's mind was certainly baffled still. "Nevermind. Thing.
Let's go with that. What brings you three over to my darling pet's house? She was about to give me, her Goddess known as Yoki, a good footrub and shoulderrub, before sitting down on my lap purring like a sweet, little kitten." Introduction. Done.
Nodding appreciatively at the food, ignoring the panicky yelp from earlier.. looking at it, most likely the overly crispy bacon on her plate. Oh well, she liked them that way. The crunch is apart of the bacon experience, in her mind. "Indeed, please start my massa-" She began before blinking lightly, sighing as the door knocked lightly. She dragged her gaze over towards the entrance door with a clear tingle of annoyance while the hostess moved over deep red. Obviously the girl was thinking something along the lines of "Oh please, don't make a fuss of my blush." but Yoki knew better, smirking gently as the door opened, "My darling pet, please. Your face is redder than my squishy tomato. It fits you, my little submissive homeowner~" She teased Sara while peering onto the newcomers with interest. Certainly, her interest went as far as 'Give me reactions' and 'are these potentials to my future harem?' but either way, it was interest.
Well the human coming barging in with a glee that could make even the darkest of souls smile in turn, Yoki refrained from paying it back. Ah, she truly was a monster, declining a smile from such a spirited girl? Yoki smirked lightly instead. To the newcomers, Yoki must seem to be perfectly human with her dashingly red hair falling down her forms and down the side of the couch, her feet free and resting on the other side. A finger gently tingled before it went to her lips in thought, pondering if she should reveal herself as a monster and not just Sara's personal dominatrix? Ah well, it'd be revealed in time knowing Noyi's attitudes, and so she ended up using her hair to pick up the various items on her plate, guiding them to the back of her head before a massive suction sent the food into some kind of void. And after that, she dared a stray of hair forward, lightly tickling Shau under her armpit, the hair extending to great lengths.
While her hair tickled the spirited girl, her eyes turned to look at the monsters entering. Well. That was unexpected. A spider. A biig spider. A really, really, really big spider. She blinked once. Twice. Thrice. Yup, it's real. It's right there. "What the fuck?" She muttered softly in the direction of Light, their previous conversations completely drowned in the new events. Her stare increasingly went empty in thought before finally shaking her head, downing the rest of her can of beer in one go, then dragging her eyes to the other girl. How cute! A girly zombie! Yoki knew she wanted this one. "Greetings, fellow undead and..." She dragged her eyes over to the spider again. "Spider? Arachnea? Furry-legs? Four-eyes... I mean, six-eyes? Please, wear glasses, I can tease you for being a Twelve-eyes." Yoki's mind was certainly baffled still. "Nevermind. Thing.
Let's go with that. What brings you three over to my darling pet's house? She was about to give me, her Goddess known as Yoki, a good footrub and shoulderrub, before sitting down on my lap purring like a sweet, little kitten." Introduction. Done.
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Mind if I pull up a stool? I'll just...squeeze...in...here. Ah. Barkeep!
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7 yrs ago
Forum: Introduce Yourself
'Ello there good chap, what d'ya want t'nite? A good ol' scotch? Mayhaps an ale with th'lads?
Heyhey, welcome to our corner of roleplay!
Heyhey, welcome to our corner of roleplay!
The kitchen is gonna look like a murder scene at this rate.
The house is sure to follow suite.
As it should look *Sagenod*
Maya Enilsdottir
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Sigh. First day of school was always a nuisance to Maya. Sitting by herself while her beautifully blonde hair slowly waved in the wind while the other students hooked up and mingled lightly between themselves. Talking about their vacations, their time missing one another, all of it. Maya resented this solitude, but whenever she tried to mingle, she seemed to scare everyone away instead. Why, she could not know, because she took good care of personal hygiene, her dialect did not show while talking, and she knew she was quite a beautiful specimen given her many blushful glances. If only one of those people would approach her without running away, tail between legs, perhaps she finally could make a friend? Or perhaps she should once again try to mingle and see if someone where willing to actually stay.
Raising up with her fist clenched, a determined expression to her face, she decided that once again she should talk. And the queen of ice began walking from the safety of the tree's shadows, her every step moving towards the crowd. And, just like last year, she seemed to cut a way through the crowd while the younger juniors made way for her to walk. So they're still afraid, huh. And abruptly she stopped, gently tapping the shoulder of one while watching her jump in fear at her stance.
"A-ah, y-yes, Senpai?" She said with a trembling voice. As if just the touch alone sent a wave of ice and snow through her spine, chilling her body to negative levels. Oh, shoot, Maya actually had not thought of what to say. "Ah, I was merely wishing to give you and your friends a welcome and good luck to the upcoming year." She replied with a stern face, no smile while her tundra-like eyes peered back onto the young girl. What was that? Is Maya suddenly a teacher now? That was far too formal.
"O-oh, t-thanks. Y-you too..." She replied with her voice quivering as if she was about to cry. Maya coughed lightly and nodded while forcing out a smile, then she took her leave towards the hall.
Entering through the doors, she lazily looked about the grandeuse architechture she had grown familiar to over the years, prying her eyes as if looking for some recognized faces. Well, she saw two only, one of the teachers she'd heard stories about and the strange redhead that always loitered with the juniors and seniors around these days. She lightly shook her head, that girl was infamous for her desire to tease others, and Maya made a mental note to avoid her. Just like last year.
Instead she began walking down to find a vacant seat, hopefully with seats vacant around it too, so that she could enjoy some peace of mind. Since that was clearly all she could hope to attain anyways. And luckily, she entered early so that was indeed the case, down by the 4th row she found what she wanted.
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Sigh. First day of school was always a nuisance to Maya. Sitting by herself while her beautifully blonde hair slowly waved in the wind while the other students hooked up and mingled lightly between themselves. Talking about their vacations, their time missing one another, all of it. Maya resented this solitude, but whenever she tried to mingle, she seemed to scare everyone away instead. Why, she could not know, because she took good care of personal hygiene, her dialect did not show while talking, and she knew she was quite a beautiful specimen given her many blushful glances. If only one of those people would approach her without running away, tail between legs, perhaps she finally could make a friend? Or perhaps she should once again try to mingle and see if someone where willing to actually stay.
Raising up with her fist clenched, a determined expression to her face, she decided that once again she should talk. And the queen of ice began walking from the safety of the tree's shadows, her every step moving towards the crowd. And, just like last year, she seemed to cut a way through the crowd while the younger juniors made way for her to walk. So they're still afraid, huh. And abruptly she stopped, gently tapping the shoulder of one while watching her jump in fear at her stance.
"A-ah, y-yes, Senpai?" She said with a trembling voice. As if just the touch alone sent a wave of ice and snow through her spine, chilling her body to negative levels. Oh, shoot, Maya actually had not thought of what to say. "Ah, I was merely wishing to give you and your friends a welcome and good luck to the upcoming year." She replied with a stern face, no smile while her tundra-like eyes peered back onto the young girl. What was that? Is Maya suddenly a teacher now? That was far too formal.
"O-oh, t-thanks. Y-you too..." She replied with her voice quivering as if she was about to cry. Maya coughed lightly and nodded while forcing out a smile, then she took her leave towards the hall.
Entering through the doors, she lazily looked about the grandeuse architechture she had grown familiar to over the years, prying her eyes as if looking for some recognized faces. Well, she saw two only, one of the teachers she'd heard stories about and the strange redhead that always loitered with the juniors and seniors around these days. She lightly shook her head, that girl was infamous for her desire to tease others, and Maya made a mental note to avoid her. Just like last year.
Instead she began walking down to find a vacant seat, hopefully with seats vacant around it too, so that she could enjoy some peace of mind. Since that was clearly all she could hope to attain anyways. And luckily, she entered early so that was indeed the case, down by the 4th row she found what she wanted.
Niyoki the "Fuck formatting beautifully like everyone else because I dunno how to :C"
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As if peering into the mind of the young houseowner, the yokai simply smirked at her deviously. Yoki rarely got to play around with pets like this, be it due to Noyi's interference, her stepping over the line and scaring the prey away, or whatever person realized it might not be as masochistic as she gave off to be. Although Yoki rarely did this for the sexual joy in pushing someone down to the ground and eat the dirt she stepped on gleefully, and more as a release of her frustrations towards the world as a whole, she didn' exactly deny the sensations either. If she had full control of this body, she'd definitely form some sort of brothel for submissive fools to endulge in painful pleasures. But Noyi wanted none of that.
While her thoughts drifted off lightly, a single nod given with her YokiSmirk™ to Sara as she hurriedly went to prepare the lunch of her lifetime, she peered over to the creature from the void. Indeed, she seemed to be restless and wishful to dart around the world and see new things, things that generally bored the yokai greatly. "True, yet still the desire to settle down and get your home organized is more important to me. Well, you do you, miss Plaything~" She really needed to find a more demeaning and yet affectuous nickname for her. Well, she had time. They'll live with one another for a good while, after all.
The sweet scent of frying bacon caught her attention and, with a normal smile, she peered to the kitchen where her pet worked tirelessly to satisfy her needs for food... and Light's too, of course. What a subservient being she was to move in with. As if the exchange program specifically put them together to form their little sadomasochistic relationship, as if the heaven's above decided that this home, the Kimoto residence, where to become the Coven of Fun and SM. She didn't mind that thought while giving off a gentle smirk while her foot lightly kicked up and down in the couch. Peering onto the void girl again, she smirked fiendish again while noting her slight frustration at a lack of seating, "You're free to sit on my lap, you know~?" She softly teased while patting her thighs, "They are quite comfortable, these pairs of mine. In fact, so are these~" She nodded while slowly guiding her fingers to her chest.
Her teasing was cut off by the sound of the phone, and prying her eyes over to see what was happening, she lazily realized she'd gotten a call. The more she thought about it, the weirder it sounded, because she couldn't imagine Sara to even have friends given the way she seemed to be. And Yoki was a peopleknower, unlike Noyi the Naive, rarely wrong. Sharpening her ears, she tried to listen in until again her attentiions where broken, this time by the blue-haired girl. "Mmh, shopping? Me? I may be perfect in almost every way,
but I have no sense for clothing. As for toys, I'm sure miss Maso here has a few to play around wih already. Unless it's a date with yours truly you so wish, then I might consider it~" Yoki the sadist was trying hard to catch Light in her cobs of adultery, but deep down she did consider the thought of just joining in some shopping and loitering. It was a warm day, and an ice cream later on sounded delicious after all.
Thinking at the next words briefly, the yokai placed a finger at the tip of her lips thoughtfully. She couldn't exactly deny that Sara seemed unprepared, especially given their entry being so abrupt, but in her mind Sara was unaware she'd even host a single monster. Whatever that ditz of an idiot was thinking, she seemed to find the little situation they'd brought up to be quite hilarious, "You might not be wrong. But the events unfolding after has been a blast, wouldn't you agree?" She replied lazily before pondering the next part. No, she'd never heard of that. In fact, she hardly knew anything about this exhange program until Mr. Suitman approached her, and he was not a man of words. The final part of her words excited her though.
"Never heard of that. But I certainly wouldn't mind a dungeon where I could chain up miss Sara Kimoto for days on end, only to enter once in a while to give her a good whipping or eletrocution." That last part was said audibly enough for Sara to hear while she spoke in the phone, and perhaps even the caller, hoping to derail her thoughts slightly while speaking. "Sounds fun, don' it, miss Light?"
@Archmage MC@Fabricant451@ineffable
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As if peering into the mind of the young houseowner, the yokai simply smirked at her deviously. Yoki rarely got to play around with pets like this, be it due to Noyi's interference, her stepping over the line and scaring the prey away, or whatever person realized it might not be as masochistic as she gave off to be. Although Yoki rarely did this for the sexual joy in pushing someone down to the ground and eat the dirt she stepped on gleefully, and more as a release of her frustrations towards the world as a whole, she didn' exactly deny the sensations either. If she had full control of this body, she'd definitely form some sort of brothel for submissive fools to endulge in painful pleasures. But Noyi wanted none of that.
While her thoughts drifted off lightly, a single nod given with her YokiSmirk™ to Sara as she hurriedly went to prepare the lunch of her lifetime, she peered over to the creature from the void. Indeed, she seemed to be restless and wishful to dart around the world and see new things, things that generally bored the yokai greatly. "True, yet still the desire to settle down and get your home organized is more important to me. Well, you do you, miss Plaything~" She really needed to find a more demeaning and yet affectuous nickname for her. Well, she had time. They'll live with one another for a good while, after all.
The sweet scent of frying bacon caught her attention and, with a normal smile, she peered to the kitchen where her pet worked tirelessly to satisfy her needs for food... and Light's too, of course. What a subservient being she was to move in with. As if the exchange program specifically put them together to form their little sadomasochistic relationship, as if the heaven's above decided that this home, the Kimoto residence, where to become the Coven of Fun and SM. She didn't mind that thought while giving off a gentle smirk while her foot lightly kicked up and down in the couch. Peering onto the void girl again, she smirked fiendish again while noting her slight frustration at a lack of seating, "You're free to sit on my lap, you know~?" She softly teased while patting her thighs, "They are quite comfortable, these pairs of mine. In fact, so are these~" She nodded while slowly guiding her fingers to her chest.
Her teasing was cut off by the sound of the phone, and prying her eyes over to see what was happening, she lazily realized she'd gotten a call. The more she thought about it, the weirder it sounded, because she couldn't imagine Sara to even have friends given the way she seemed to be. And Yoki was a peopleknower, unlike Noyi the Naive, rarely wrong. Sharpening her ears, she tried to listen in until again her attentiions where broken, this time by the blue-haired girl. "Mmh, shopping? Me? I may be perfect in almost every way,
but I have no sense for clothing. As for toys, I'm sure miss Maso here has a few to play around wih already. Unless it's a date with yours truly you so wish, then I might consider it~" Yoki the sadist was trying hard to catch Light in her cobs of adultery, but deep down she did consider the thought of just joining in some shopping and loitering. It was a warm day, and an ice cream later on sounded delicious after all.
Thinking at the next words briefly, the yokai placed a finger at the tip of her lips thoughtfully. She couldn't exactly deny that Sara seemed unprepared, especially given their entry being so abrupt, but in her mind Sara was unaware she'd even host a single monster. Whatever that ditz of an idiot was thinking, she seemed to find the little situation they'd brought up to be quite hilarious, "You might not be wrong. But the events unfolding after has been a blast, wouldn't you agree?" She replied lazily before pondering the next part. No, she'd never heard of that. In fact, she hardly knew anything about this exhange program until Mr. Suitman approached her, and he was not a man of words. The final part of her words excited her though.
"Never heard of that. But I certainly wouldn't mind a dungeon where I could chain up miss Sara Kimoto for days on end, only to enter once in a while to give her a good whipping or eletrocution." That last part was said audibly enough for Sara to hear while she spoke in the phone, and perhaps even the caller, hoping to derail her thoughts slightly while speaking. "Sounds fun, don' it, miss Light?"
@Archmage MC@Fabricant451@ineffable
O-oh, I like you too @liferusher!
@Archmage MC
True, true. Well, Noyi will pop in after some time and be like "the fuck is wrong with Sara" and stuff. I'd like to call our little coven the coven of fun and sadomasochism.
True, true. Well, Noyi will pop in after some time and be like "the fuck is wrong with Sara" and stuff. I'd like to call our little coven the coven of fun and sadomasochism.
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