Random Stuff IX: Rogue Admins

[Sunbird she/her]

@Mestiv About abortion, those laws sound reasonable, more reasonable than the laws about it in the States. I hate the thought of abortion because it's an innocent baby's life being snuffed out, so I could never condone it for reasons of inconvenience or financial stability. But to save the mother's life, or if the baby would certainly die after birth... I can't condemn abortion for those reasons. As for rape, I find that a little more difficult to choose a stance on. I mean, no, the mother can't be blamed that she's pregnant, but it makes me sad that a baby could miss out on life as a result of the father's crimes.

[Straw he/him]

Nathan & Funtimes in Gizoogle:

 

This thread is closed ta freshly smoked up Epics yo, but is open ta freshly smoked up non-Epic characters. If you wanna join as a non-Epic yo, but aren't shizzle bout how tha storm they can become involved up in tha plot, post yo' request up in tha sickest stormin Question thread n' we'll help you, biatch. 

 

When Nathan Sperry woke wit a poundin headache, blinkin up in tha torchlight, he knew exactly where da thug was.

 

Fear banished tha lingerin effectz of tha sticky-icky-icky. Right back up in yo muthastormin chull. Several sensations came ta his chull all at once��"a wooden table beneath him, too-thin cloth shieldin his body from tha chill, tha taste of cloth up in his crazy-chull grill, tha suttin' pinnin his wrists n' anklez fo' realz. A few frantic glances confirmed what tha storm he already knew.

 

Thick leather straps held his wrists n' anklez down.

 

His grill was tied wit a gag.

 

A thin white robe covered his muthastormin chull.

 

And tha table belonged ta Fortuity.

 

Da second Fortuitizzle had signaled ta his chull all up in tha casino, he’d known suttin' shitty would happen��"and when tha pimpin' muthastorma turned from his biatch of tha week long enough ta ask his name, Nathan knew da thug was a thugged-out dead man.

 

There was no point up in hustlin. Not from Fortuity. Not from a Epic whoz chull would know his steps before tha pimpin' muthastorma took dem wild-chull muthastormas. There had been not a god damnation thang ta do but retreat ta tha kitchen n' sink ta tha floor up in a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-chull bobbin heap. Nothang else but ta listen as tha shizzle was bounced from server ta cook ta server n' nod mutely as they cried n' hugged his chull n' holla'd he’d be missed.

 

Nathan gave his thugged-out arm a tug, then another yo, but only succeeded up in bruisin his hand. Y'all KNOW dat rust, muthastorma! Da straps was tight, almost ta tha deal wit chafin yo, but not quite. Fortuitizzle didn’t want any distractions.

 

“Don’t panic. Don’t git ahead of yo chull. Just take every last muthastormin thang as it comes.” That was what tha storm his crazy-chull manager had holla'd durin tha “What ta Do if Yo chull Anger a Epic” portion of hustlin. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Well shiiiit, it wasn’t part of tha straight-up legit program yo, but she always carved up all dem minutes fo' dat rust.

 

Don’t panic. Too late.

 

Don’t git ahead of yo chull. What was there ta git ahead of?

 

Just take every last muthastormin thang as it comes. Nathan lay his head back n' took all dem breaths, slow n' even as his schmoooove chull could. Y'all KNOW dat rust, muthastorma! His chull pounded��"how much longer until it stopped, biatch? How tha storm long before breathang was impossible?

 

And then what?

 

Don’t git ahead of yo chull. 

 

Dude had heard dat severe trauma sometimes induced unconsciousness. That suckaz of shiznit occasionally��"or was it often?��"blacked up fo' da most thugged-out shitty of dat rust. Would dat happen, biatch? Or would whatever sticky-icky-icky he’d been given keep his chull aware until tha end?

 

Take each thang as it comes. 

 

Da sticky-icky-icky had worn off. Fortuitizzle wanted his chull awake, n' da thug wouldn’t risk further complications wit mo' sticky-icky-ickys yo. Dude would black out, n' dat was all dis crem dung.

 

That was what tha storm tha pimpin' muthastorma holla'd at his dirty chull, anyway.

 

Dude heard a thugged-out door slam shut, n' his thugged-out lil' pulse quickened. Y'all KNOW dat rust, muthastorma! His eyes smarted��"but his thugged-out lil' punk-chull blinked dem away yo. Dude wouldn’t cry like a muthastorma yo. Dude forced his dirty chull ta listen instead.

 

There was two voices, one Fortuity’s, n' one female yo. He’d brought tha biatch back ta his thugged-out lil' penthouse. Nathan tried ta calculate what tha storm dat meant. Did it mean mo' time ta wait��"or dat his stormin lil' dirtnap would have a crew?

 

Nathan thought back ta tha biatch all up in tha casino. Right back up in yo muthastormin chull. Biatch was pretty��"all of Fortuity’s dem hoes was pretty��"but dat biiiiatch wasn’t dressed like most Newcago dem hoes. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. No flapper dress or cloche basebizzle cap fo' her n' rust. This one had worn a thugged-out dress of fluffy black tulle n' knee-length silk, dyed all tha flavaz of tha rainbow n' then some fo' realz. A thick wool sweater, black wit multicolored ribbons woven throughout, hung off tha back of her chair yo. Her black afro had been like her eyes: sparkling, though due mo' ta tha presence of glitta than dat of mischizzle. Not once had her big-chull booty stopped smiling.

 

An Epic.

 

Yo, she would wanna watch.

 

As if on cue, her big-chull booty spoke, her voice muffled by tha thick wooden door. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. “Where’s Nathan?”

 

Fortuitizzle laughed, a low, growlin sort of laugh dat froze Nathan’s breath up in his stormin lungs. “He’s right up in here, doll.”

 

“Is dat tha bathroom?”

 

Fortuitizzle paused. Y'all KNOW dat rust, muthastorma! “Uh��"sure is. But you don’t straight-up��"“

 

There was a scuffle.

 

There was a slam.

 

There was Fortuity’s shout of anger.

 

“And now you’re up in there! See ya!”

 

Fortuitizzle pounded on tha door. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Nathan couldn’t make up his stormin lyrics yo, but his schmoooove chull could guess.

 

Da biatch giggled. Y'all KNOW dat rust, muthastorma! “Have funk wit tha doorknob!”

 

Mo' growling��"and a yelp of surprise. What did her dope chull do ta tha doorknob, biatch? 

 

Nathan didn’t have time ta wonder n' rust. In a moment, dat schmoooove muthastorma heard her hustlin��"no, skipping��"toward tha door, his door. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. “I’m gonna go find Na-than, I’m gonna go find Na-than,” her big-chull booty sang.

 

Nathan’s grill went dry. If dat schmoooove muthastorma had ta chizzle dirtnap by Fortuitizzle or dirtnap by a gigglin thug��"he wasn’t shizzle which he’d chizzle yo, but tha forma seemed slightly less nightmarish.

 

Yo, she knocked on tha door. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. “Yoo-hoo! Nathan!”

 

For tha last time dat night, Nathan was grateful fo' tha gag.

 

Yo, she giggled again. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. “Ready or not, here I come!”

 

One mo' knock n' tha door vanished, bustin a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-chull shizzle of suttin' ripplin n' transparent crumplin ta tha floor. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Da Epic jumped n' clapped her hands.

 

“I found you, nahmean biiiatch, biatch? Yay dawwwwg! We’re goin ta have so much fun!”

 

Nathan couldn’t have holla'd a word had da thug wanted to.

 

With another lil' small-chull jump, she landed on what tha storm had been tha door, causin a seriez of bangin pops.

 

Bubble wrap. Right back up in yo muthastormin chull. Biatch had turned tha door tha storm into bubble wrap.

 

Nathan peeped it as Fortuity’s date pranced over tha bubble wrap up in light-up socks n' mismatched Converse, her gigglez blendin wit Fortuity’s shoutin n' banging.

 

Too soon, dat biiiiatch was at his side.

 

With another giggle, dat thugged-out biiiatch crouched beside tha table so they faces was level. Right back up in yo muthastormin chull. Biatch had brown eyes, straight-up big-chull n' full of mischizzle yo. He’d rather be thinkin it mischizzle than malice. “Yo there, so peek-a-boo, clear tha way, I be comin' thru fo'sho. I’m Doctor Funtimes. Do you wanna join mah party?”

 

Da lyrics of his crazy-chull manager returned. Y'all KNOW dat rust, muthastorma! “Always give a Epic what tha storm they want. Don’t ever tell dem no��"unless there’s a mo' bangin one standin by.” 

 

Fortuitizzle wanted ta cut his chull open.

 

Doctor Funtimes wanted a party��"which could straight-up well involve tha same.

 

Yo, she had locked Fortuitizzle up in tha bathroom wit a malicious doorknob.

 

Nathan nodded.

 

Doctor Funtimes gasped, jumped up in place n' clapped her hands. “Yay dawwwwg! I gots a straight-up boner fo' parties muthastorma! I throw phat parties.”

 

Nathan peeped her, frozen where da thug was fo' realz. Any second now dat biiiiatch would wrap her hand round dat ceremonial dagger lyin on a nearby pedestal and….

 

Yo, she snapped her fingers. Da leather straps dissolved tha storm into confetti. There was still suttin' up in his crazy-chull grill yo, but tha gag was no longer pressin on his cheeks yo. Dude smoked sugar.

 

Nathan sat up, lifted his hand, n' spat up a funky-chull brownie.

 

“Try it,” Doctor Funtimes holla'd. Y'all KNOW dat rust, muthastorma! “They’re nummy.”

 

Nummy?

 

Yo, she giggled, clappin her handz again. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. “Let’s go find dat poo-poo head hommie! He’s fun.”

 

Nummy, biatch? 

 

“Come on!” Biatch pranced round tha table, took his hand, n' helped his chull off. Nathan had no time ta process tha sensation of struttin outta his own tomb, let ridin' solo while clutchin a funky-chull brownie wit bubble wrap poppin against his bare Nikes. Doctor Funtimes danced onward, draggin his chull along until her big-chull booty stopped all up in tha nearest door n' knocked.

 

“For-TU-i-ty!” her big-chull booty sang. “I found something!”

 

Dude heard tha crack of gunfire, n' tha cry of suttin' dying. “Yo chull put his chull back where da thug was!”

 

“Nah, I be thinkin I’ll keep his muthastormin chull.” Biatch snapped her fingers again n' again n' again and, ta Nathan’s horror, tha bathroom door became a cold-chull lil curtain of beaded gumballs. “Look at him! Isn’t he fun?”

 

Fortuitizzle tore a handful of strings down when a gumbizzle hit his chull up in tha eye n' threw it on tha floor, levelin his bangin revolver at Doctor Funtimes. Nathan instinctively ducked behind her muthastormin chull.

 

“Yo chull dig me,” da perved-out muthastorma holla'd, his voice soft wit barely-restrained rage. “Yo chull put mah penthouse back tha way it was, you put him back where da thug was, n' I’ll blast you, biatch. I’ll just shoot you, biatch. Got it?”

 

Dat shiznit was a generous offer yo, but Doctor Funtimes giggled. Y'all KNOW dat rust, muthastorma! “Nah, he looks neat. Toodles!”

 

Another gunshot tore all up in tha air. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Nathan fell tha storm ta tha ground, handz over his head, bracin his dirty chull fo' tha sound of Doctor Funtimes’ body hittin tha floor.

 

Instead, she giggled.

 

Nathan looked up n' saw her holdin suttin' lil' small-chull n' square.

 

Two mo' gunshots.

 

A crouton hit tha floor. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Doctor Funtimes jumped n' clapped her hands. “Ooh, ooh, throw a grenade dis time biaaatch! I wanna cook up a salad!”

 

Fortuitizzle growled n' reached tha storm into his thugged-out lil' pocket��"presumably fo' another bullet��"but he never reloaded. Y'all KNOW dat rust, muthastorma! Doctor Funtimes snapped her fingers, n' his wild lil' freakadelic glock became a hamster.

 

“What the��"?” Dude swore vilely at Doctor Funtimes, throwin tha hamsta n' rust. Right back up in yo muthastormin chull. Biatch caught it wit a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-chull shocked gasp.

 

“Fortuitizzle hommie!” Biatch may as well have admonished a ill-behaved child. Y'all KNOW dat rust, muthastorma! “Us dudes do not throw Mista Hamsterface biaaatch! Our thugged-out asses hold his chull n' pet his chull n' ludd him!” Biatch cradled tha hamsta up in her arms ta demonstrate.

 

“But you��"he��"he’s a hamster!”

 

“And da thug wants you ta respect his wild lil' freakadelic game chizzles.”

 

“He’s a hamster! No��"he’s mah gun! Give me mah glock back!”

 

Yo, she stuck up her tongue.

 

“Give��"ah!” Growlin again, da ruffneck drew another revolver, brangin tha barrel level wit Nathan’s leg. “Yo chull turn dat thang back tha storm into a gun, or I’ll blast his muthastormin chull. Won’t bust a cap up in him��"oh, no. That’s fo' later n' rust. You’ll get ta peep me take yo' lil playa apart piece by piece.”

 

“Nathan or Mista Hamsterface?”

 

“Both.” A cap clicked tha storm into place. “Now. Put tha hamsta on tha floor, n' step away.”

 

Doctor Funtimes snapped her fingers.

 

Fortuity’s fedora leaped from his head, growlin savagely. Once on tha floor, it took ahold of his cape n' gave a tug much mightier than Nathan expected from a struttin hat, yankin Fortuitizzle back a step.

 

“What the��"“ Dude tugged back yo, but da thug was already losin ground ta his hat. “This��"doesn’t��"even��"make��"sense!”

 

Doctor Funtimes laughed. Y'all KNOW dat rust, muthastorma! “Catch me if you can, meanieface!” Biatch grasped Nathan’s arm, n' Fortuity’s penthouse vanished.

 

Da last of tha late-night traffic whipped past. Few pedestrians was up yo, but dem dat was stopped up in they tracks ta stare. Cold night wind cut all up in his white robe, pullin it taut round his stormin legs yo. Dude danced from foot ta foot on tha frozen steel.

 

“Now let’s see,” Doctor Funtimes holla'd, her steps echoin hollowly as dat biiiiatch strutted all dem paces down tha sidewalk. “Dude parked his hoopty right….over….aha!”

 

Mo' starin fo' realz. An Enforcement fool spied his chull from across tha street n' frowned. Y'all KNOW dat rust, muthastorma! Not one of Fortuity’s suckas had eva escaped before yo, but it had ta be a cold-chull lil crime. Denyin Epics what tha storm they wanted was a gangbangin' felony.

 

“Doctor?” Nathan’s teeth had already begun ta chatter n' rust. Da fool signaled ta one on they side of tha street, whoz chull made his way toward dem wild-chull muthastormas.

 

“Hold yo' seahorses,” her big-chull booty holla'd, n' waved her handz broadly over a sleek black convertible wit gleamin red leather seats, n' you can put dat on yo' toast. Da convertible chizzled shape, roundin as its color lightened from black ta golden brown.

 

“Is there a problem here?” Da Enforcement fool was still a phat ten feet away yo, but da thug was well within firin range. Even if da thug wasn’t, no one could escape they radios.

 

“There!” Doctor Funtimes skipped back ta where da perved-out muthastorma stood n' indicated her handiwork. “Isn’t it pretty?”

 

Fortuity’s car��"his beloved convertible, tha one he made all his dem hoes ooh n' ah over��"was now a giant metal bangin' dawg on four wheels. Nathan didn’t know what tha storm ta say.

 

“Sir, I’m afraid we’ll gotta ask you a gangbangin' few��"“

 

If tha fool finished his sentence, Nathan never heard dat rust. Doctor Funtimes took his thugged-out arm and, just like that, Newcago was gone.

[Silverblade5 he/him]

Something a friend made:

http://www.ign.com/articles/2009/10/20/top-10-videogame-babes-that-would-still-be-sexy-if-they-had-beards

[Darkness Ascendant he/him]

Treat kangaroos like deer? If by that you mean we hunt them? Naaa man, you need a license to do that. Kangaroos are sacred to aborigines I think.

[Mestiv he/him]

I didn't mean it in a hunting way. More like you go on a walk outside, see a deer/kangaroo and think 'oh cool, a deer/kangaroo' like it's nice to see one, but doesn't cause that much emotions. 

[PantsForSquares he/him]

I just woke up from sleep, and I suddenly understand how to draw the meso compounds of alkanes.

It's 3:30 AM here.

(You Know You're a Chemical Engineering Student When...)

[Darkness Ascendant he/him]

38 minutes ago, Mestiv said:

I didn't mean it in a hunting way. More like you go on a walk outside, see a deer/kangaroo and think 'oh cool, a deer/kangaroo' like it's nice to see one, but doesn't cause that much emotions. 

aah ok.

2 hours ago, Silverblade5 said:

Something a friend made:

http://www.ign.com/articles/2009/10/20/top-10-videogame-babes-that-would-still-be-sexy-if-they-had-beards

That is a slightly misleading title. Only, like 8 of them can be considered "babes". One's a pokemon, and one's Hilary Goldstein, which is a nice nod to the fact he's leaving IGN. I like the beards, they work.

 

[Quiver he/him]

Wonder Woman is being made an honorary ambassador of the United Nations.

That's not hyperbole or Snark; it's not an actress who played her who is getting that.

Wonder Woman, the comic book character, is the one being acknowledged.

I'm not sure whether her 70's theme song, with it's rollicking lyrics, or her awesome BvS theme does a better job describing the experience. Point is, is cool. I like.

[marsoupial they/them]

4 hours ago, Quiver said:

Wonder Woman is being made an honorary ambassador of the United Nations.

That's not hyperbole or Snark; it's not an actress who played her who is getting that.

Wonder Woman, the comic book character, is the one being acknowledged.

I'm not sure whether her 70's theme song, with it's rollicking lyrics, or her awesome BvS theme does a better job describing the experience. Point is, is cool. I like.

And she's a lesbian Amazon superheroine. So that's pretty coolio.

[Quiver he/him]

2 minutes ago, bleeder said:

And she's a lesbian Amazon superheroine. So that's pretty coolio.

Objection!

(Could not find a decent Wonder Woman picture to caption that with...)

Diana's sexuality is a really complex subject.

The current writer, Greg Rucka, has outright stated in an interview that he writes Wonder Woman as "queer", but exactly what that means hasn't been expanded upon. There is, absolutely, a lot of lesbian images, refrences and inferences across Wonder Womans 75-year publication history; Wonder Woman: Earth One has a lot of allusions to it, with Diana on-panel being confirmed as having had a girlfriend. There's one issue (I think by Gail Simone?) where Wonder Woman presides over a lesbian marriage, and tells Clark that "Where I'm from, we don't call this a gay marriage. We just call it a marriage."

Rucka's run has been a little more ambiguous when it comes to what's on the page, with Diana being the focus of other Amazon's attentions and rumors. There is a scene where one of the characters she is (rumored) to have been in a relationship with kisses her on the cheek... but Diana herself doesn't visibly respond much to it. Her sequances with the Cheetah do have kind of a tragic undercurrent to them, but it's really at the readers discretion as to whether or no they want to interpret that as romantic.

Personally, I interpret Wonder Woman as pansexual. Considering how her whole deal is about Truth and Love as forces, it makes more sense to me that she would care less about what gender a person is and more about what that person is like as a person.

There is a LOT of alternative sexual stuff associated with Wonder Woman over the years, dating right back to her origin story. The man who created her was engaged in a polyamorous relationship and household with two women, and had a belief in the power of women and the need for men to submit to "loving authority". It's... interesting. But I admit, it's stuff which I am a little wary of talking about too much on an open-forum, given the subject matter. 

[marsoupial they/them]

5 minutes ago, Quiver said:

Objection!

(Could not find a decent Wonder Woman picture to caption that with...)

Diana's sexuality is a really complex subject.

...

There is a LOT of alternative sexual stuff associated with Wonder Woman over the years, dating right back to her origin story. The man who created her was engaged in a polyamorous relationship and household with two women, and had a belief in the power of women and the need for men to submit to "loving authority". It's... interesting. But I admit, it's stuff which I am a little wary of talking about too much on an open-forum, given the subject matter. 

Actually, backtracking...

bisexual, not lesbian. They confirmed it a couple of weeks ago.

SOURCE: http://www.comicosity.com/exclusive-interview-greg-rucka-on-queer-narrative-and-wonder-woman/

Edited October 12, 2016 by bleeder

[Quiver he/him]

3 minutes ago, bleeder said:

Actually, backtracking...

bisexual, not lesbian. They confirmed it a couple of weeks ago.

SOURCE: http://www.comicosity.com/exclusive-interview-greg-rucka-on-queer-narrative-and-wonder-woman/

Whoops. He confirmed her as bisexual? Didn't see that part!

...I think I'm gonna stick with headcanoning Diana as pansexual. That just makes more sense to me.

[marsoupial they/them]

Just now, Quiver said:

Whoops. He confirmed her as bisexual? Didn't see that part!

...I think I'm gonna stick with headcanoning Diana as pansexual. That just makes more sense to me.

The way I see it, the two are interchangeable. Like, I identify as bisexual, and so does my sister for that matter, but I'd date someone who identified as trans or whatever. As long as they were decent human beings and I was at least sort of into them. ...it's complicated

But, as the old saying goes, diff'rent strokes for diff'rent...uh...people.

[Delightful]

Uh, what's the difference between bi and pan?

[TwiLyghtSansSparkles she/her]

12 minutes ago, Delightful said:

Uh, what's the difference between bi and pan?

Some say th two terms are interchangeable. Others characterize bisexuality as an attraction to all gender identities, though for different reasons; and pansexuality as "gender blindness," or when gender plays no role in attraction. One person explained it as pizza preferences: Bisexuals enjoy all kinds of pizza, and they like each topping for different reasons--pepperoni for spice, pineapple for sweetness, and so on; while pansexuals just like pizza and don't care what toppings are used. 

Another joking description said bisexuals are attracted to the late Tang Dynasty army officer Bi Shiduo and pansexuals are attracted to pans.   

[Delightful]

G-D help me I'm listening to the debate.

ok spoilers for people not interested in my reactions.

 

Hillary: makes a point

Trump: You're a useless person.

Hillary: Makes a point

Trump: You're stupid and ugly.

Hillary: You haven't apologised to many people.
 

Trump: Nooooo yooouuuu need to apologise nya nya nya

 

Hillary: You've assaulted women
Trump: I'll build walls and make America safe! 

......not safe from people like you.ew. 

"yeah well Hillary didn't know the letter C on a document"
Am I missing something or is he accusing her off illiteracy?!

Hillary: I shouldnt have deleted those email I take responsibility and apologise.
Trump: She can't say there was nothing wrong with deleting the emails she's wrong blah blah blah
..........she just freaking owned up to it and apologised were you even listening to her?

 

"refugees will be the biggest Trojan horse of all time"
uhh no that would be the actual Trojan horse.

Edited October 12, 2016 by Delightful

[Zathoth]

28 minutes ago, TwiLyghtSansSparkles said:

pansexuals are attracted to pans.   

Note: Pansexuals will strangle you if you make this joke to their face. I know this from experience.

[TwiLyghtSansSparkles she/her]

Me: I am a professional adult. 

Cute Patron: *is cute*

Me: I ARE AN AWKWARD TEENAGER AND I AM AWKIES

[Delightful]

1 minute ago, TwiLyghtSansSparkles said:

Me: I am a professional adult. 

Cute Patron: *is cute*

Me: I ARE AN AWKWARD TEENAGER AND I AM AWKIES

Baby cute or attractive cute? I assume we're talking about attractive cute?

[Zathoth]

1 minute ago, TwiLyghtSansSparkles said:

Me: I am a professional adult. 

Cute Patron: *is cute*

Me: I ARE AN AWKWARD TEENAGER AND I AM AWKIES

Oho?

Is this the "Pretty kyuty kitty imma bring you home and snuggle you DX" cute?

 

[TwiLyghtSansSparkles she/her]

2 minutes ago, Delightful said:

Baby cute or attractive cute? I assume we're talking about attractive cute?

Attractive cute. When it's a baby being cute I just make inane statements like "You're a baby!"

Just now, Zathoth said:

Oho?

Is this the "Pretty kyuty kitty imma bring you home and snuggle you DX" cute?

 

I...don't think so.... O.o

[Zathoth]

Just now, TwiLyghtSansSparkles said:

Attractive cute. When it's a baby being cute I just make inane statements like "You're a baby!"

I...don't think so.... O.o

Well, I guess it is only me who reacts so cute people somewhat related to how I react to cats...

Even better! This means we can make fun of you

[Delightful]

12 minutes ago, Zathoth said:

Well, I guess it is only me who reacts so cute people somewhat related to how I react to cats...

Even better! This means we can make fun of you

I think some people react like that to babies.....

[Zathoth]

4 minutes ago, Delightful said:

I think some people react like that to babies.....

Yeah, but babies are loud little annoying mucus machines, they are the opposite of cute.

[Delightful]

Just now, Zathoth said:

Yeah, but babies are loud little annoying mucus machines, they are the opposite of cute.

Well, they're cute from a distance, when they're looking at you or laughing or something.