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ink-and-flame · 4 years

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Kinktober Day 11 : The Other Grom [WARCRAFT M/M]

Kinktober Day 11 Prompts: Hand jobs (receiving) ~ Wrestling ~ Flogging (heavy) Fandom: Warcraft Tags: Exophilia, m/m, hand jobs, wrestling, dom/sub themes, swallowing cum, blowjobs, rough oral sex, cum marking, slight blood Pairing: Grom/Thrall

[Author’s note: This came in as a request after I wrote SubThrall with Anduin and I wasn’t sure what day would fit until I had a second look at the ones that were free and day 11 just worked for me. I had initially tried to cram this somewhere in the Warcraft 3 timeline, but I forgot how much of an idiot sammich Grommash was then and I couldn’t quite find a good place for it so I figured, eh, the Iron Horde version of Grom works too. So that is what I did. Also I couldn’t really figure out how to get flogging in there so I cut it from the list, but 2 out of 3 ain’t bad.]

What led Thrall to this decision, to this choice, was a series of events he never could have foreseen. There was also a considerable amount of guilt as well, but he pushed that down, deep down inside of himself. He had to believe that his decision had been right, that it was the only one he could make. He had to believe that Garrosh’s words held no truth at all to them, because if they did then perhaps he made a grave mistake. A mistake that could never be undone, a choice that could never be taken back.

They had defeated the fel armies, the Iron Horde was no longer a threat or an enemy. This other version of Grommash was actually a somewhat refreshing change from the Grom he knew in the past. Though that didn’t stop Thrall from missing his old friend and seeking something with this alternate version that he had never had. His love for Grom, his own Grom, had run deep and blurred the lines of friendship. This new Grom, well he was just different enough that Thrall felt ok with the familiar feelings bubbling up inside of him. This new Grom was definitely something else.

This was a Grommash that was calm, composed, rational, it was a little strange and Thrall wondered if his own Grom had never been corrupted, would this be how he ended up. Would Garrosh have had a chance at being great like Thrall had hoped he would be. Those thoughts plagued Thrall, along with others he dare not share. It was how he found himself standing in front of the red portal, not long after most had gone home. It wouldn’t hurt to go back and check, just this one, make sure that everything really was ok before leaving that world to its own fate.

Taking a breath and Thrall stepped forward, the lurching in his body somewhat painful as he landed on the other side. It was strange how different everything looked, but they hadn’t been gone for that long. It made Thrall curious and he moved on seeking the new leader of the Mag’har, or at least Thrall assumed Grom would lead anyway.

It took Thrall a bit to find the new encampment and he was impressed by how much had been accomplished, impressed and a little confused. There were a few moments where Thrall had to question his sanity just a little bit but maybe he would have answers when he found Grom. Which when he finally did he became even more confused. Something about Grom seemed a bit off and Thrall couldn’t place it. Though it felt good when Grommash looked happy to see him and clasped his arm pulling him into a hug.

“It has been a while. I wasn’t sure if we would ever see any of you or your Horde again, are you here alone?” Grommash tugged Thrall towards a large tent. “Come, you are just in time for food.”

“A while? How long?” This was concerning, if time passed differently between their worlds it might not be safe to go back and forth. He would have to speak to someone in the bronze dragon flight to see if they had answers.

“A few years, why?” Grom tilted his head looking a little confused but not too put out.

“It didn’t seem as long from our side.” Thrall didn’t feel comfortable lying, so he told a half truth. Something he did well.

“Magic, who knows with that shit. Come, eat, drink.”

Grommash seemed different. Calmer than before, more happy, and it was a little strange to say the least. Thrall wasn’t used to it, but he liked it. Though there was still and edge to Grom, something in his eyes told Thrall that maybe he wasn’t as calm as he appeared.

The food and the company were both enjoyable. Thrall found himself laughing and feeling lighter as he spoke with the Mag’har, orcs from different clans come together to form one. There was much laughter, boisterous and loud. Singing, even dancing. Thrall wasn’t sure what was being celebrated, if anything. Perhaps it was simply a love of life, or an enjoyment of peace.

Thrall had been entranced by everything around him, he had missed Grom staring at him, almost suspiciously. When he finally noticed his blue eyes widened a bit. Swallowing down the last of his drink Thrall cleared his throat.

“Is everything alright Hellscream?”

“Come, ride with me.”

Grommash stood and gestured for Thrall to follow him outside, leading him over to some stables and getting Thrall a fresh wolf to ride. Snowsong was enjoying a meal and taking a much needed rest at the moment. Mounting up Thrall let Hellscream lead, curious as to where they would go. The ride was a little longer than anticipated and Thrall grew worried. Something started to feel a little off.

When they finally stopped Thrall waited until Grommash got off his wolf to do the same. Walking over to the brown skinned orc Thrall was careful to keep his expression neutral. Even if he was a little worried.

“I know, you know. I know who you are, sort of. I know you aren’t who you say you are at least.” Grom turned to Thrall, yellow eyes narrowed slightly.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Stop. I know who he was. The stranger. I just don’t know how.”

Thrall sucked in a breath and sighed, rubbing his face. “I don’t think there is an easy explanation, even I do not fully understand it. Do you really need to know?”

Grommash looked away. “Was he really my son?”

Now Thrall was uncomfortable. “Yes, and no. He was the son of another named Grommash, but he was not your son.”

Hellscream turned and looked at Thrall, this time with more curiosity than suspicion. “Did you know this other Grommash?”

Thrall nodded. “I did, quite well actually. We were close, he was one of my dearest friends. I was there when he died. I held him, as he died.” The raw emotion in Thralls voice would be hard to miss. Even after all this time, thinking on that moment, when the life left Groms eyes, it still hurt some part of him. Maybe the pain was new and fresh again because of what happened with Garrosh, or that another version was standing next to him.

“Did he look like me?”

It was a curious question and Thrall shook his head. “Not really. I mean yes, of course, but also again no. His whole jaw was black, his skin was green, his eyes red. His body was a bit thinner in some ways. I think the fel taint did something to him. It changed his body and sometimes he was bigger, others smaller, it depends on how long it had been since he drank of it. The hair was almost the same. I think yours might be a slight bit fuller, but you both wore it quite long and almost identical.”

Grommash hummed and was staring at Thrall again, this time with a slight smile. “So which of us is better looking?”

Thrall balked leaning back and looking at Grom with wide blue eyes. He coughed and shook his head. “I, um. What?”

“Don’t be a pussy, who is better looking. Me or the other me?” Grom was smirking now

Thrall had to think, objectively think. “You are both attractive orcs in your own way.”

“Really? I think you are just not wanting to admit that there is a difference between being attractive, and being attracted, and you are attracted. So, who is better looking. It's me isnt it?”

Thrall laughed loudly and just nodded. “Yes, fine, it is you.” Really to him they were both attractive to him, but this Grom was here, was alive, and it felt good. So maybe stroking that ego would actually get him somewhere this time.

“I bet I am stronger too.”

“Stronger than him? Hm, possibly. Stronger than me? No.” Now Thrall was the one smirking and crossed his arms across his chest.

What Thrall wasn’t expecting was for Grommash to leap towards him and push him back. At first he thought it was an attack, until he saw the smile and the glint in Grom’s eyes. He grappled the brown skinned orc and found that their strength was pretty evenly matched. They were both in their prime, trained fighters, and while Thrall had the elements on his side they were quiet and he wanted to test himself.

The grappling soon became wrestling as they rolled on the ground trying to get the other to submit. For a while it looked like Thrall just might best Grommash, but slowly, every so slowly, Thrall found himself on his back more and more often and for longer periods. He was struggling to get his feet under him, or to throw Grom off. It had been a while since he had wrestled another orc like this and it was thrilling.

He got Grom into a hold, his knee in the other orcs back as he tried to get Grom to tap out by choking him. Somehow Grom managed to get a grip and bucked Thrall off, tossing him off to the side. Thrall rolled trying to get to his feet but was knocked back as Grom launched from a crouched position.

Back on the ground, rolling, grunting, straining. Thrall found that he was becoming aroused and when Grommash had him on his stomach, there was a moment he was tempted to tap out just to preserve his own dignity. At least until he felt something hard pressing into the back of his thigh as Grommash held him down. Thrall wiggled and tried to get free, but could not and now he was distracted.

“Submit Thrall, submit to me.” Grom’s voice was deep, husky, a low growl in the other orcs ear.

Thrall felt himself throb. There was no way to hide it now. His robes might have hidden it before, but not now. Feeling a bit petulant he huffed. “Make me.”

“You’d like that. Wouldn’t you?”

There was something in Grom’s tone that made Thrall pause. Panic filled him slightly as he realized that this Grommash could very easily be connecting some dots that Thrall would prefer he did not.

“Did you submit, for him?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

Thrall sighed and growled as he tried to wiggle free but found that Grom really did have him well and truly pinned. “I never got the chance.” It was as close to the truth as Thrall would say.

“Hmm, well I am not him. Which you are lucky since I am clearly the better looking one, but I can give you what he didn’t. Again, proving I am just better.”

Thrall laughed, but it wasn’t a joyful one. “You can’t be serious.”

“Why not?” Grom moved his arm, getting a better grip on Thrall so he could pull the other orc up on his knees.

This time Grom pressed himself against Thrall’s ass and pushed his hips in a slow and deliberate grind. Not ready to release the other orc in case Thrall tried to escape.

At a bit of a loss for words, and quite angry at his traitorous dick Thrall found himself relaxing just slightly in Grom’s hold. It did feel good. Arms so different and weirdly familiar, a voice that if he closed his eyes was just close enough to fool his mind. Why not let go, why not see what happened? Why not submit?

“You are too quiet Thrall. If a line has been crossed, Say so.”

“We never, I never, not with him.”

“But you wanted to, didn’t you? I can feel it, I can smell it on you. You wanted this from him, he never gave it to you, I am offering, so why not take it?” Grom questioned his grip loosening enough to slip one hand down and grope the front of Thrall’s robe.

The hardness he found there made him smile, it made him want this even more. This powerful green orc was something unique, different, and he wanted Thrall, but he wanted Thrall to submit to him. Pushing at the belt holding the robe closed Grom was able to loosen it enough to slip a hand in and fondle Thrall through his loincloth.

“Awfully quiet there. You want it, so tell me Thrall, what is stopping you.”

Giving in Thrall bucked into Grom’s hand. His reservations and hesitance bleeding away from him as he thrust his hips forward seeking stimulation. Hands reaching back he gripped Grom’s hips, pulling the other orc closer to him, wanting to feel Grom’s arousal.

“Nothing, nothing is stopping me.” Thrall gave in. Grom could have whatever he wanted, could take whatever he needed to.

“Good.” Grom scraped his tusks along the side of Thrall's neck and tugged hard on the green orcs' loincloth, tearing it.

Pushing the scraps of fabric aside Grom gripped Thrall’s hard cock stroking it slowly, his thumb brushing over the already wet tip. Lips turned up in a smile as he could feel Thrall trying to stay still and failing, the smallest movement of his hips was enough.

“Give into it. Your pleasure is mine to give. You feel good, because I want you to feel good. Remember that.” Grom growled and nipped Thrall’s ear. “Just be glad what I want right now is for you to feel pleasure.”

Thrall moaned, losing the battle with himself and giving in. Arching up he thrust his hips into Grom’s hand, hesitantly at first. His rhythm stuttered and jerky as he hesitated just a bit. Wasn’t this wrong? Wasn’t he using this Grom to make up for what he never had with the one he lost, the one he loved? He was thinking too much and what he wanted more than anything was to let go and just enjoy this.

“That’s right. Move your hips. Fuck my hand. I want you to bring yourself to orgasm using my hand, and you better do it quick or I might just leave you like this.”

Gasping Thrall sped up his hips, thrusting faster and harder into Grom’s tight fist. He could feel his balls tingling, pulling up slightly as his cock twitched in the rough calloused hand that felt so much better than his own. His moans were getting louder as he gave into this, gave into the pleasure he was feeling.

Before long Thrall was cumming with a loud cry, his hips snapping forward hard as his cock swelled and pumped rope after rope of cum into Grom’s fist and onto his robes and the ground. Thrall was panting just slightly when he felt Grom’s hand near his mouth.

“Clean it, and you better be thorough.” Grom snarled.

Obediently Thrall licked at Grom’s hand, sucking his own seed from the fingers, and lapping it off the palm. Tasting himself wasn’t completely unusual, he had done it before. Never quite like this and the situation had usually been something a little different, but this time he liked it. Not so much the taste as the experience.

“Stay on your knees.” Grom stood up and moved in front of Thrall.

Pants already undone and cock out Grom held it in front of Thrall’s face. “Lick it, kiss it, show me you want it.”

There was no hesitation as Thrall leaned forward and did as commanded. His thick tongue dragging up the shaft and over the head, kissing the tip reverently before moving back down to lap and suck at Grom’s balls. When the other orc grunted Thrall moved in sucking a little harder before sliding his tongue back up to the tip, his hand coming up to cup Grom and squeeze his thick heavy balls.

“Fuck, and here I thought you wouldn’t know what you were doing.” Grom pushed his cock towards Thrall’s mouth. “You are going to suck it, you are going to suck my dick like you need air to breath Thrall, and you aren’t going to stop until I am satisfied. Understand?”

Thrall nodded as he licked over the shaft and head. He had not actually sucked all that much dick in his life, but this time he was more than eager to try and he wanted to impress Grom. Of course he did, but more than that, he needed this.

Grom grabbed the back of Thrall’s head and pushed his cock forward into Thrall’s open mouth, sliding in until he felt resistance. He would let Thrall have some control, just for a bit, but he fully intended to fuck Thrall’s face and that made Grom eager as his balls twitched in anticipation. He knew if he just started fucking Thrall’s throat he would cum quickly, something he didn’t want to do. He wanted to drag this out, something inside told him this would be his only chance for this.

Grunting he looked down to see blue eyes looking back up at him as Thrall obediently bobbed his head taking in inch by inch of thick brown cock. It was a beautiful sight to behold. Those thick tusks, surrounding his shaft. Those incredibly, almost haunting, bright blue eyes. Grom wanted to ruin Thrall, to break him down and build him back up again. For now, this would have to do.

It was hard to resist, thrusting into that tight throat, but somehow Grom did. He let Thrall continue to work his shaft. That tight throat massaging the tip of him, the gentle sucking, the way those thick fingers tugged at his heavy balls. Grom was in fucking heaven, but he still wanted more.

“You are doing such a good job, but I need more. You are going to want to take a deep breath Thrall. I am going to use your mouth and throat how I want, and you are going to be obedient and let me. Aren’t you?”

Thrall nodded and relaxed his position slightly, angling to give Grom better access. This would make it easier to take that thick cock further down his throat. It was a trick he learned from Vol’jin and honestly thought he would never need to use again. He let out a muffled sound of surprise as Grom thrust into his throat as promised, but it was a little deeper and harder than he had been prepared for.

Breathing through his nose, Thrall made himself relax more as he closed his eyes, letting Grom use him like this. His own cock was hard again, painfully so, and leaking. He was tempted to touch himself but didn’t he hadn’t been told he could. He wanted to be obedient, to show Grom that he could listen and obey.

“Fuck you got a tight throat. Open your eyes Thrall. Look at me.” Grom tugged sharply at Thrall’s ear until those blue eyes opened. “I want you to burn this into your mind. NEVER forget that it is me, not him, me, that you are doing this for. I am the one you are on your knees for. I am the one that is fucking your throat like my own personal toy. And I am the one that brought you pleasure. Me. Not. Him.” Grom snarled and snapped his hips forward hard.

He watched as Thrall gagged on the full length of his cock, carefully keeping an eye on him to make sure he wasn’t hurting him too much or suffocating him. He could see Thrall’s eyes rolling back just a bit and eased up, pulling himself out a few inches, but he was ready to cum and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could drag this out.

“Good, so good Thrall. You took all of it, I am so proud. Can you do it again. I want to be fully buried in your throat when I cum. Just nod if you can.” Grom’s smile was dangerous, but delighted when he saw the determined look in those blue eyes and the firm nod.

Gripping Thrall tight by the back of the head Grom pumped his hips fast a few time and the slammed his full length deep in Thrall’s throat. His cock swelling as he came hard with a roar. Pulling out suddenly he finished himself on Thrall’s face, coating the kneeling orc in his seed as he smiled down at him.

“You look so pretty covered in my cum like that. It’s how I always want you. You are mine now Thrall, and no matter where you are or who you are with, that will never change.” Grom used a thumb to rub his seed into Thrall’s cheek, marking the green orc with his scent.

Thrall stayed on his knees looking up at Grom. A part of him never wanted to leave, never wanted to go back home, even though he knew he had to. He wanted to hold onto this for as long as possible. He tugged open the top of his robe, baring his chest, neck, and shoulder.

“If you mean to mark me, then do it, or quit posturing.” There was something fierce and defiant in Thralls eyes, a challenge.

Grom did not like to be challenged and while he knew this could go badly, he didn’t care. Leaning down while yanking Thrall up he snarled and dug his long sharp tusks deep into green flesh, tasing blood. He worried at the wound, wanting to make sure there was no mistaking this scar for what it was. Thrall’s moans only drove him on as he stayed latched on long enough that even with healing, it would never fully go away. Pulling back Grom looked into Thrall’s eyes.

“Mine. Not his. MINE.”

#exophilia #orc boyfriend #orc x orc #m/m #warcraft fanfic #Kinktober 2020

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thequeenb · 5 years

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Polaroids (part 1)

Pairings: KamilahxMC

Author's note: English isnt my first language so excuse my mistakes.

- falling in love should be like Polaroids, instant-

Amy and Lily were walking down the New York city. It was midnight and their breaths would give in that they had been drinking. Laughing at their own jokes Amy reached into her bag "I need to capture this moment Lil" she pulled out a Polaroid camera and Lily grinned "do you carry your camera with you everywhere?" The girl elbowed her friend "shut up".

After many attempts of trying to get a good picture themselves they gave up. "Ugh my hand is shaking and we cant get it good" she scanned the area to find a decent person to take it for them. Amy's eyes fell upon an elegant woman probably in her early 30, she was wearing a dark red suit and a white blouse a few buttons open showing enough skin to want you wonder what's underneath. "Girl you are staring" Lily teased "Go ahead and ask" Amy's cheeks were red "No she looks to important to care for 2 drunk girls trying to get a picture" "if you dont go then i-" the girl signed "okay fine but if i get embarrassed i will kill you"

Amy approached the elegant woman processing in her mind what to say, she didn't realize she was standing to close "Can i help you?" Amy snapped back to reality her cheeks red. The woman's voice was like angels singing in heaven she then took a deep breath "Well i was wondering if-" "Oh dear you are really sweet but no" Amy felt embarrassed "well that wasn't what-" the woman looked annoyed at this point "i dont have time for this" the young girl held out the camera "well if you weren't rude and interrupt me i would ask you if you take a picture of me and my friend" she pointed to Lily was giving a thumbs up making the situation worse. The elegant woman arched a brow saying under her breath mortals "fine but make it quick" Amy handed her the camera

"How should we pose?" Lily asked Amy was in her world watching the woman who clearly didnt knew what she was holding. The girl approached her placing the camera the right way, their hands touched, hers were cold but she felt an electric feeling. "Well you press this button and its done" Amy chuckled "whats funny?" The woman arched her brow god thats sexy "well you look like a grandma learning about modern technology" she watched as the other woman grinned "lets just get this over with"

Amy was hugging Lily kissing her cheek and then smiled to the camera. The woman behind the camera looked at her like she just noticed her, her smile was shiny, beautiful even breathtaking. As she snapped the picture she felt something unfamiliar inside her like she got lost in her smile. Amy and Lily ran to see the results "wow girl your smile is everything" the woman cleared her throat "well then you are welcome" Suddenly Amy felt a confidence she never had before "wait!!" The woman turned around surprised "i never got your name" "Kamilah" she said before she smiled and disappear into the crowd.

Later that week

"Ughhhh i cant find her on social media" Lily said as she fell back on the couch. Amy chuckled "its okay Lil she only gave us her name anyway" "no its not okay you like her" Amy's cheeks became red "No i dont!" Lily protest "Yes you do! I saw the way you looked at her" defeated she signed "i mean fine she is beautiful but i dont even know her and i never will". As she was about to go to her room she heard a gasp "COME HERE!!"

Lily showed her the profile "Kamilah Sayeed, CEO of Ahmanet Financial" Amy's mouth was open "Well there go all my chances" her friend clicked on her company website "weren't you looking for a job?" "Yea why?". "Its your lucky day girl she needs an assistant" the girl laughed sarcastically "NO!"

Interview day

"God i cant believe you make me do this" Amy signed as she was fixing her dress in the mirror" Lily chuckled from behind her "dont act like i force you"

Ahmanet Financial

"Hey there! You must be Amy am i correct?" The girl nodded "well Miss Sayeed will be free in 15 minutes, should i bring you anything?" "A water will do just fine" she felt her throat dry, ugh she will believe i am stalking her or something i should just go befo- "Miss Sayeed is waiting for you if you please follow me" she followed the woman to the elevator. They shared an uncomfortable silence until Amy spoke "is there anything i need to know before i speak with her?" The woman was about to speak but they arrived to the top floor where Kamilah's office was. "Well i am about to find myself" Amy said, her hands were sweaty this is the last time i listen to Lily.

As she walked in she noticed how beautiful it was, she saw many artifacts and Egyptian paintings that were worth more than her life. There was no turning back now. As she walked further she arrived at a big desk filled with documents and a red leather chair that faced the window. It was 10:00 pm she still found it strange to have an interview this time. Her heart dropped when the leather chair turned to face her and she was greeted by the beautiful woman she saw days ago. Kamilah looked surprised she had a serious expression in her face, she would recognize this girl anywhere. She noticed how nervous the girl was but all she said was "Oh?"

Amy swallowed hard " weren't you that girl that asked me to take a picture of her and her friend?" She arched her brow that Amy found unbelievably sexy. "Oh um" she felt her heart beat fast "yes thats correct i am Amy". Kamilah looked amused "well then Amy is it a coincidence that you are here?" She knew this question was coming "i actually need this job so" "Hm i see, well i cant lie your resume is impressive for a girl in your age, i can barely remember me that young" Amy chuckled "Well now i am sure you are a grandma" Kamilah was surprised by the girls confidence "Excuse me?" She crossed her arms. Amy realized what she said "Oh i am so sorry its just that night y-" but Kamilah was quick to change the subject to avoid remember the perfect smile of hers. "Now then if you can fill these documents i have been trying all day the job is yours" Kamilah knew well it was impossible they were a mess.

After about 2 hours the girl returned to the office "well they were a mess but i managed to fix the mistakes, oh and tomorrow at 9:00 pm you have an appointment with Mister Rogers the CEO of-" Kamilah cut her off "I know who he is but how? I tried to convince him but he wasnt interested" Amy smiled "I have my ways" the CEO was sure impressed but she knew hiring her will be the death of her but then Amy smiled and she saw the same beautiful smile she noticed that night and like she wasnt in control of her mouth "You are hired" they both looked surprised to those words. "I wont disappoint you Miss Sayeed" "You can call me Kamilah" and that exact moment Amy knew it was just the beginning of their story.

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jesscmccrees · 6 years

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what’s wrong with tony? Just curious I don’t keep up with the stories so I don’t know but I want the tea

WELL i mean ultimately its down to preference & a lot of ppl hate him as an extension of hating rdj (racist) so. however , here is a list you can peruse that probs goes more in depth than i have. and here are my tags.

hes in every fucking mcu movie and causes just as many problems as he solves

hes made multiple Questionable jokes in these films which like. you CAN blame on the writers. but that doesnt change the fact that these writers somehow thought tony would be a good mouthpiece for a thinly veiled rape joke (aou) or that reservation joke (cacw? i think?)

manipulated a 15 yr old boy into going to battle in fucken. germany or some shit. overseas anyway. also called said boys sole guardian hot in front of him which isnt inherently Bad but like its definitely in poor taste imo

the first iron man movie is basically the “consequences” of tony bombing foreign countries. you can argue as to whether or not he Learned His Lesson but the point is that he was manufacturing weapons and theres no way to claim he didnt know wht they were being used for it doesnt... make sense?

hes supposedly “the heart” of the avengers when what made him “cool” in the first place is outdated now. people thought he was “cool” primarily because he was a playboy & Did What He Wanted. marvel hasnt given him any growth from this state to prove that hes changed. next to characters like thor and t’challa who are in many ways similar to tony he just doesnt really hold up? thor and t’challa may both be rich princes but they care about other people where tony rarely seems to unless he is personally affected

hes kind of mean spirited generally. most notable example is him fucking with bruce in the avengers. bruce clearly doesnt want the hulk to “get out” and yet tony keeps prodding him its just ugly

all of this stuff you MIGHT be able to wave away as “bad writing” (if it weren’t so strangely, consistently awful in the same way hm) but like whatever ig

also he was apparently made to embody capitalism as said by stan lee. im not sure how true this one is but like it checks out!

his fans are horrible. they cant stay in their own damn lane and honestly if they did i probably wouldnt be as vocal about hating him as i am. its just the typical fandom rollercoaster where people cant get over other ppl hating their faves. block button is free guys!

tldr: hes an asshole who is never held accountable for his questionable actions and his facial hair? it sucks dude

#anti tony #matt.txt #marvel.txt #i dont rly care if ppl like him bc comics do explore interesting parts of his character #so im. mostly indifferent to comics tony?#but mcu tony is.... an ass.#and i dislike him for personal reasons too but i wont get into those mgglkshdg #anyway ty for lettin me rant anon lov u #Anonymous

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anonymoustalks · 4 years

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do multiculturalism and small religious cult based on the concept of love towards your neighbor run by mentally ill people make it more diverse?

(6-18-20) You both like history.

Stranger: Hey

You: hiya

Stranger: Hello

Stranger: Hi

You: another hi wow ^^

You: very... hello-y

Stranger: Halló

You: why we say hello?

Stranger: to greet each other

You: are greeting important?

Stranger: no it's more important to salute than greet

Stranger: let's perform the Roman salute together

You: ;-; but dunwanna

Stranger: why not?Dont you share my war-like Roman spirit?

You: no, I am primitive

Stranger: filthy barbarian, too uncivilized to salute

You: yup ^^

You: I am one with nature

Stranger: do you put up irminsuls everywhere

You: oh that would be fun

You: that's a good idea

Stranger: it didnt end well for those who thought it'd be a good idea

You: it's okay

You: my faith is more important

Stranger: slaughtered by Charlemagne's frankish knights, forced to convert...

Stranger: do you sleep well

You: sure! ^^

You: do you?

Stranger: Yes of course

You: okay that's good

Stranger: what history do you like?

You: mhm, I kind of just forgot to remove this tag lol

Stranger: why did you tag history??

You: I wanted to learn about the balkans

Stranger: about the powder keg of Europe...okay

Stranger: but what period?

You: 1999 ish

You: yugoslavia basically

Stranger: oh the yugoslav war

Stranger: there was a great deal of ethnic tension between ethnic serbs and albanians they started cleansing each other NATO intervened and bombarded Yugoslav cities with DEPLETED URANIUAM as a result Yugoslavia got dismembered

Stranger: oh right

You: sounds like a good summary

You: also why with depleted uranium?

Stranger: many serbs still have cancer because of depleted uranium

Stranger: the type of bombs they used

You: oh

Stranger: I still cant understand why your dad beats you.

You: that's quite a change of topic lol

Stranger: Why does he beat you?

You: mhm because I'm a pagan

Stranger: no pagan would refer to themselves as pagan

You: it's okay, I have my own idea of paganism

Stranger: it means "a commoner" in latin

You: (don't worry I got this!)

Stranger: I hate you

You: :c

You: I feel sad now

Stranger: you're terrible.

You: D:

You: how can I become un-terrible?

Stranger: bring yourself into a permament state of non existence

You: is that nihilism?

Stranger: No its not nihilism -_-

You: okay sorry ^^

Stranger: oh speaking of words starting with nihil

Stranger: have you heard of ex nihilo

You: nope!

You: my linguistic skills are subpar!

Stranger: do you speak Latin

You: nope!

You: I would prefer to learn birdspeech

Stranger: Mao ordered the killing of all sparrows in China.

You: D: that's so sad!!

You: why?!

Stranger: he thought they were pests.

You: that's terrible

Stranger: Yeah

You: humans are more like pests

You: they've infested the planet

Stranger: thats so

Stranger: misanthropic

You: is that bad?

Stranger: it does reflect the actual state of affairs but its still misanthropic

You: I'm sorry if I offended you

Stranger: I just said its misanthropic

Stranger: I am not offended

You: oh okay, good

Stranger: given I am just a small larva not a human

You: oh you are a small human?

Stranger: are you implying small humans(in other words children) are larvae?

You: hm?

Stranger: Oh nvm my mind twisted this a bit

You: I mean children are neither eggs nor adults

Stranger: right

Stranger: do you like shouty children

You: mhm I think they are fine

You: children are being children

You: it's kind of natural I think

Stranger: so you said humans have infested the planet implying humans are evil. are they naturally evil or are they corrupted by society

You: mhm, I don't think any animals are intrinsically good or evil

You: but if there are a lot of them than it is an infestation

Stranger: so corrupted by society?

You: sure we can go with that

Stranger: Oh are you a Rousseauist

Stranger: you spoke of nature and so on

You: oh, I am not that sophisticated

You: I am a pagan

Stranger: shut up

You: sorry >.<

You: but I'm seriously not that sophisticated

Stranger: I know

Stranger: I ken that

You: *headtilt*

Stranger: I must kithe you that I am a mammal.

You: okay

You: I like mammals

Stranger: I must kithe you that I partook in the colonial partition of Africa.

You: oh how old are you?

Stranger: Oldish

You: I wonder how old your mitochondria are

Stranger: wait do you use numbers to measure age

You: idk

You: units of measurement are a social construct

Stranger: so...?

You: numbers are fine

Stranger: should we establish institutions that encourage people to use numbers to describe age

You: I don't know, what do you think?

Stranger: I have no opinion on that

Stranger: should we establish institutitoons of royal power

You: it is hard for me to grasp the concept of royal power

You: or royalty

Stranger: divine right

Stranger: the grace of god

You: can you explain god to me?

Stranger: when discussing Kings and how they justify their power the only God is the biblical one

You: I see

You: I feel like it must have sounded very strange to the pagans

Stranger: No it didnt

Stranger: Ceaser claimed to have descended from Jupiter

Stranger: CAESAR SORRY

You: I think it would have gotten weirder if they went to asia

Stranger: they had local rulers that also justified their rule with similar concepts

Stranger: it wanst all too different throughout the world

You: I think many of them had local gods

Stranger: obviously

Stranger: in almost all polytheistic religions there is an archgod though

Stranger: the god of all gods

You: I think I would prefer to reject gods and stay with my trees

Stranger: until the trees get cut down

You: why are you so mean?

Stranger: I am not going to lie about the harsh realities of this world

You: but you can change the world

Stranger: to what extent?

Stranger: and in what direction?

You: idk, that's up to you

Stranger: you can change the world

You: yup ^^

Stranger: you change the world

You: yup ^^

Stranger: does this sound motivating

You: it sounds depressingly motivating by being not actually motivating lol

Stranger: not so good then

You: no it's probably fine

Stranger: you can change the world for the worse

Stranger: does this sound motivating

You: it sounds motivating through its pessimissim

Stranger: I've never found pessimism motivating

You: mhm, really?

Stranger: especially given the etymology of the word

You: hmm

Stranger: are you thinking

You: idk, probably not anything productive

Stranger: do you like reflecting in bed

You: it's not a bad place to reflect

You: sometimes, I think if I had been born 100 years ago, I would have been very religious

You: but wasn't

You: and now I have a lot of misplaced faith

You: that I don' know what to do with

Stranger: well...right the conventions of the Edwardian era were quite rigid so you had to be religious

You: I should just make my own religion I guess

Stranger: oh no

You: is that bad?

Stranger: you intend to become a cult leader

You: a cult is only bad if you manipulate your cult members

You: otherwise it's just called an ordinary religion

Stranger: so?is there any guarantee that you wont use other believers to build up your own power base?

You: I don't think I need any power

You: we should give our love to the world that surrounds us

Stranger: thats what Christianity says

You: yes but I dont believe in any god

You: so I can't be christian unfortunately

Stranger: so you need a religion as a set of practices that promote the love your neighbor thing

You: good things are made by plagiarizing ^^

You: mhm, I don't think it's bad if someone made a church and community for these beliefs?

You: you can help other people in your church and support them

You: and overall just feel nice in a community

Stranger: Sounds so rosy

You: yup{

You: ^^

Stranger: well...not sure this would gain any traction considering people already have similar religions except that they have a God and idolatry is important in our culture you know

You: yes, it is sad... I guess I will jut have to be alone then :c

You: but I have my faith!

You: I guess there just won't be many others...

Stranger: when you say something about faith I always think of crusades really even though that isnt even remotely what you mean

You: hmm?

You: what I mean by faith is believing in something even when there is no evidence to suggest you should believe in it

You: for instance, there is no reason you should believe that your neighbor will not steal from you

You: but faith is trusting that they will not

Stranger: yeah but I mean when you say the first that come to mind "religious fanaticisism, the defender of the faith status, the conquest of "divine" fiefs"

You: lol ^^

Stranger: say that*

You: I guess I just ended up defining faith for myself somehow I guess

Stranger: Its just because the idea of fighting for faith is quite common

Stranger: oh nvm

Stranger: my mind perverts everything

You: huh?

Stranger: Just never mind

You: oh okay

Stranger: Sorry

You: hm? why are you sorry?

You: you have nothing to be sorry about

Stranger: Yeah right

Stranger: so yeah I like the crusades ofc did you know that the first crusade was the only successful crusaaade

You: I didn't know!

Stranger: wait I think I got carried away with all these crusades

You: although I think it depends on your side

Stranger: I mean there never were any "muslim crusades"

Stranger: they use a different term

You: but I mean the all attacke jerusalem?

You: *they all

You: at different points in history

Stranger: Well yes

Stranger: the holy land right

You: yup

Stranger: but actually Judea has always been plagued with bloodshed

Stranger: when Hadrian was Roman emperor Jews rebelled against Roman rule and commited genocide against Romans

Stranger: based on religion

You: killing is mean

Stranger: you can see similar stuff happening nowadays

Stranger: its effectively the most restless spot in the world

You: mhm

You: although sometimes I wonder how it compares to Sudan

Stranger: what about it?

You: idk if the palestinian area is worse, or if it's a matter of we just pay more attention to it

You: or if there are also places elsewhere in the world that are worse/very bad

Stranger: well the conflict there has been around for a long time and its an ethno religious conflict thats why we pay so much attention to it

Stranger: and also Israel may possess nuclear weapons

Stranger: which is also why some people are concerned about the current situation in the middle east

Stranger: oh and also Trump supports Israel which is also why some people are ever more concerned about Israel

You: hmm

Stranger: and also the jews are considered one of the most oppressed people on Earth

Stranger: oh wtf am I saying

You: hm?

Stranger: no nvm

Stranger: Sorry

You: okay

Stranger: But again Hadrian banned the Torah law

Stranger: and

Stranger: many jews were sold into slavery

Stranger: and they were banned from practicing their religion

Stranger: oh I like Hadrian so much

Stranger: He did so much good for Rome

You: I just feel like I only know the wall that's named after him

Stranger: and the city

Stranger: Adrionople

You: hadrian... remove the H?

Stranger: In some languages H is silent thats why

You: oh okay

Stranger: its quite weak in English as well

Stranger: in French it doesnt exist at all

Stranger: although its still used in writing because the spelling is a mess

You: language can get weird

Stranger: well yes especially if its Germanized vulgar latin that borrowed lots of frankish vocabularly from an old dutch superstrate

You: I guess a lot of people migrated and moved around ^^

Stranger: Yeah obviously thats how the salic franks came to rule over Gaul

Stranger: OH AND they wrote the salic law

Stranger: they wrote the salic law

Stranger: !!!

Stranger: they wrote the salic law

You: you sound really excited ^^

Stranger: No its actually very important the salic law caused at least 3 wars

You: oh wow

Stranger: why....why history???

You: did you just read something new?

Stranger: no really

Stranger: why did you tag history

You: I forgot to remove the tag since I just wanted to learn about the balkans

Stranger: do you generally talk about history

You: hmm I talk about anything really

Stranger: oh where are you from?

You: us east

Stranger: Pensylvania?

You: nope!

You: that's pretty specific

Stranger: Constantinople?

You: even more specific lol

Stranger: Virginia?

Stranger: see I am good at geography

You: constantinople, idk if there's a us city of that name

Stranger: well I didnt mean it in a serious way

Stranger: are you from Virginia?

You: nope

Stranger: Washington?

You: I feel like I should stop answering because you will guess it eventually lol ^^

Stranger: did I guess it though?

You: I plead the fifth!

Stranger: Oh but you should definitely rename your hometown Constantinople because it sounds more Christian than anything

You: well there are a bunch of places with strange names

Stranger: Trumpoletania?

You: is that an actual place?

Stranger: no just my imagination and alternative present

You: Maybe in 100 years

You: and they continue to name avenues after US presidents

Stranger: i

Stranger: do

Stranger: la

Stranger: try

You: lol

Stranger: even those that owned slaves?

You: are you protestant or is this a modern revulsion of idolatry?

You: they all owned slaves

You: this is america

Stranger: well the presidents that held the position before the civil war did

You: yes and most of the streets named after presidents are usually after the "founding fathers"

Stranger: well thats still idolatry

You: is idolatry bad in your moral-ethical compass of things?

Stranger: and those people didnt embody all the things that the modern day US claims to embody

Stranger: No not necessarily

You: oh okay, I'm just curious

You: because all forms of commemoration can be interpreted as a kind of idolatry

You: well, frankly its in the eyes of the beholder

Stranger: well when you have a large statue of Stalin in front of your house then its obviously idolatry

Stranger: and I do want a statue like that

Stranger: to idolize the greatest leader of the USSR

Stranger: see I dont see idolatry as necessarily bad

You: mhm but it's different depending on if you commissioned the statue or if someone else visits your statue 100 years in the future

You: the meaning can change in the eyes of the beholder

Stranger: well the only difference is how many people are affected by the cult of personality

You: fair enough

Stranger: I think in the US there should be a few statues of Stalin

Stranger: privately owned ones at least

You: lol

You: I'm not always sure why I understand people idolize people

Stranger: why are you so alien

You: because I clearly can't speak english

You: ^^;;;;

You: how is it possible to type something and have the words come out all in the wrong order?

Stranger: just like any other human you should understand why people idolize other people and elevate them above others

Stranger: dyslexia

You: are there more people that you idolize?

Stranger: Lenin,Marx,Ernst Thalmann,Niccolo Machiavelli, Pinochet and Mussolini

You: that's such a nice spread

Stranger: oh wait no

Stranger: I dont like Machiavelli Pinochet or Mussolini

You: oh that's too bad

Stranger: why

You: idk, it's good to like a diversity of things I think

Stranger: it depends actually

Stranger: is the world diverse?

You: diversity is a strange word and I don't know how to process it

Stranger: Mussolini could process it easily

You: ^^

Stranger: shut up

You: :c

Stranger: is the world diverse

Stranger: answer me or face my wrath

You: umm... yes...?

Stranger: do multiculturalism and small religious cult based on the concept of love towards your neighbor run by mentally ill people make it more diverse?

Stranger: cults*

You: hmm maybe?

You: I think it is a bit abstract to quantify diversity

Stranger: I think it's a bit abstract to quantify numbers

You: lol ^^

Stranger: you cant counter my statement

You: of course

Stranger: you lose

You: it's okay, I think it can be fun to lose sometimes

Stranger: thats an overromanticized idea created to make up for the horrors of losing

You: mhm the way I would analyze it is probably as a reactionary sentiment towards the competitiveness of modern culture?

Stranger: competitiveness of modern culture? what do you mean by modern culture?popular culture?

You: mhm gaming pops into my mind immediately

You: or the set of sentiments related to that kind of competitiveness for fun

Stranger: well this is unrelated to what we were discussing a few minutes ago though and is merely part of some cultures

Stranger: not all of them ofc

You: yup, it's unrelated

Stranger: are you irrelevant

You: sorry!

Stranger: thats a genuine question

You: oh I read it backwards lol

You: "you are irrelevant" lol

Stranger: seems like you are used to insults

You: mhm probably~

Stranger: but, are you irrelevant?

You: I think it depends on your frame of reference?

You: I suppose I must be relevant to myself

You: I have no idea if I'm relevant to others though

Stranger: Okay let me put it this way. Why do your parents consider you to be irrelevant?

You: hopefully not!

Stranger: but they do

Stranger: that's a well-known fact

You: okay go on

Stranger: No that's all I've got to say about your irrelevant now tell me, why do your parents deem you irrelevant

Stranger: irrelevance

You: um, apparently this is news to me, so I was hoping you could explain

You: that said, it's really hard for me to know what other people think

You: because um, I'm not them

Stranger: harness the power of lightning and use it to develop an ability to read human minds

You: is that a reference towards electricity and.... idk what technology

Stranger: Perhaps

You: I dunno, I don't know a lot of things

Stranger: that's true

Stranger: you know very few things

You: yup

Stranger: But it's perfectly okay to be ignorant

Stranger: I know a lot of ignorant people

Stranger: who I am very good friends with

You: okay

Stranger: you're ignorant.

You: I don't really mind that much tbh

Stranger: you are ignorant

You: mhm

Stranger: you are ignorant

You: why are you repeating it?

Stranger: you are doomed to be ignorant forever

You: I don't really see ignorance as an absolute though?

Stranger: because I've been told that psychological abuse works like this

Stranger: well I deal in absolutes.

You: oh, were you experimenting with something?

Stranger: Yeah, with neo-absolutism and its psychological basis

You: I'm not totally sure how to reconcile that statement

Stranger: The gracchi brothers tried to reconcile the senate and the roman people after an inflow of unpaid slave labor and cheap grain bankrupted the small farmers

Stranger: But to no avail

Stranger: disgruntled senators assassinated the gracchi brothers and thousands of their allies

You: that's a bit sad

Stranger: yep just like your life

You: I'm quite happy with my life actually

Stranger: you arent

You: hm? how so?

Stranger: You are constantly told that you're a failure

You: I was wondering why you changed the topic to "why your dad beats you" earlier?

Stranger: Oh I was trying to help you with your family problems

You: oh, I don't live with my parents though

Stranger: why not

Stranger: you should leech off your parents

You: idk because I don't need to?

Stranger: why not??

Stranger: you can ask your parents to subsidize Malta

You: I dunno, I don't need to

You: I wonder why I don't do things I don't need to do

Stranger: why dont you want Malta subsidized

You: because I am selfish

Stranger: what's the etymology of the word selfish?

You: self-ish?

You: sell-fish?

Stranger: in the past the self part meant "I" (similar to the greek word ego) so in Old English they said "ic self" in middle english it came to mean "a person who has no identity"

Stranger: and I think when you say selfish

Stranger: you mean that you have no identity

Stranger: that somebody has stripped you of your identity

You: okay, I can live with that I guess

Stranger: and now you're lost,trying to make your life meaningful

Stranger: but decades of degeneratation have affected you

Stranger: what creates degeneracy?

You: I dunno~

Stranger: you're not smart :/

You: I thought we established that earlier?

Stranger: we didnt

Stranger: you're not smart :////

You: lol okay

You: I wonder what creates degeneracy

Stranger: keep wondering

Stranger: perhaps one day you will find your answers

You: mhm okay ^^

Stranger: you aren't smart

You: yup

Stranger: you aren't smart

You: you really like the repeating thing

Stranger: its really interesting that when you had to choose between shame and arguing you chose shame you know I am a psychology graduate(graduated 2 years ago) and this is actually a sign of a weak personality

You: ohh that's really cool!

You: also congrats

You: I don't mind having a weak personality

Stranger: you're a weakling

You: lol

Stranger: look at yourself

You: I think you are probably affirming a component of my identity?

Stranger: you cant even lift a table

You: maybe that is why you are not getting as much of a reaction?

Stranger: of a reaction?

Stranger: this is a bit out of place

You: hm?

Stranger: I am trying to help you with your mental problems

You: oh okay

You: I thought you were repeating because you were expecting me to say something different

Stranger: that too since this would give me some info about your retention character

You: (retention character, meaning...?)

Stranger: google it, I wont tell you since I realize that you must learn to find all sorts of helpful information on your own

You: I feel like I am not heading in the right direction with googling "retention character"

Stranger: wanna know why I chose that term?

You: why?

Stranger: Its probably the least popular term outlined in the book "the interpretation of dreams" by Sigmund Freud and I am well aware that it doesnt have a wikipedia page so you'll have to skim over the book and maybe you'll find it there

You: oh okay

Stranger: you must learn that sometimes its very hard to acquire useful information

You: I guess so

Stranger: I am beginning to think that you have trouble learning

Stranger: not dyslexia but something different

You: mhm can you elaborate more?

Stranger: No. You have to process my ever word and muster all of your brain power to get your answers

You: aww, I would appreciate it if you just said it ^^

Stranger: No. You must learn how hard it is to obtain information

Stranger: I am trying to help you.

Stranger: stop resisting

You: Okay, I'm a bit lazy though

You: or maybe I am lazy today

Stranger: thats the problem

You: I am unclear about how I am resisting

Stranger: you are always lazy

You: okay that is probably true too

Stranger: ignorant, lazy and pitiful

You: I dunno about pitiful

Stranger: I feel sad for you

You: although I guess from an external party I guess that is possible

You: it's okay you don't need to feel sad

You: I'm quite happy

Stranger: you aren't

Stranger: stop lying

You: I try very hard not to lie

Stranger: the biggest lie I've heard from you so far

You: hm?

Stranger: is you say

Stranger: ing

Stranger: that

Stranger: you try very hard not to lie

Stranger: an ignorant

Stranger: lazy

Stranger: liar

You: okay, I'm not totally sure if I am following

Stranger: its okay

You: but if you think that way it's fine too ^^

Stranger: wait I think I know why you disgust some people

Stranger: especially your parents

You: go on

Stranger: you are ignorant and lie too much

You: mhm I'm a little bit unsure how people can tell what are lies though

You: but yes I am ignorant

Stranger: some can some cant

Stranger: I can

You: okay that's pretty nice intuition

Stranger: not intuition you dumb fucker

You: hm? what then?

Stranger: you've got be more careful about what you say

Stranger: because about 70% of what you say is gibberish

You: oh... I'm sorry then

You: I guess I should try to be clearer?

Stranger: you say intuition when its the critical method

You: ah okay

Stranger: No you should stop speaking. At all

You: I didn't know

Stranger: for about a month

Stranger: and then start speaking again

You: I don't really want to do that

Stranger: but in a more reserved manner

You: how do I speak more reserved?

Stranger: First of all throw words that you most commonly use away they are the worst and they make you sound dumb and ignorant so dont say nihilism (this is what you say in almost every situation) dont say unsure because this makes you sound uncertain and thus weak and silly

You: is it bad to sound weak/uncertain?

Stranger: it isnt bad to sound uncertain when its justified

Stranger: but you're literally both dumb and uncertain

You: mhm, but I don't really understand why strength is valued as a virtue

Stranger: It isnt valued as a virtue you moron

Stranger: you seek opposites

You: huh?

Stranger: thats a retarded way of thinking

You: can you explain more?

Stranger: "can you explaim more" is the backbone of your everyday vocabularly

Stranger: throw it away

You: mhm but I don't always understand things, and it would be helpful if people clarified their statement

Stranger: you never seek answers. you want others to find them for you

Stranger: thats why you're so dumb by the way

Stranger: so get rid of it

Stranger: you dont need that phrase

Stranger: imbecile

You: is the a better way to ask for feedback?

Stranger: You dont need feedback at all. Forget about feedback. You should never request feedback

You: mhm why?

Stranger: "why" get rid of this

You: I feel like it is hard to justify doing something unless you know the reason

Stranger: another rule you should apply

Stranger: Dont argue with people who are much better than you

You: I didn't realize I was arguing you though...

You: I thought I was just asking for an explanation

Stranger: I told you to get rid of "why" in your speech and you tried to justify using why

You: ah okay

Stranger: throwing arguments at the interlocutor creates an argument

Stranger: fool

You: I don't really feel like doing the things you are suggesting though

Stranger: buffoon

You: I'm sorry if it seems disrepectful

Stranger: clown

You: I feel like clowns are kind of scary actually

You: I don't really understand why they are invited to birthday parties

Stranger: your behavior is that of a clown

Stranger: but it isnt scary

You: hmm, clowns are for generating entertainment and laughter?

Stranger: yep thats why you usually try to but it doesnt really make you seem funny when you're required to hold a proper conversation

You: sorry

Stranger: try to do

Stranger: idiot

Stranger: shame on you

Stranger: shamee

You: I don't understand shame in all of its aspects actually

Stranger: Shame

Stranger: on you

You: is the meaning of that phrase that I should feel shame, even though I don't?

Stranger: shame on you

You: ^^ okay

Stranger: clown

You: you seem to be very patient

Stranger: you've gone so boring...

You: sorry

You: I think I just have difficulty understanding you

You: I'm not always sure when you are being sincere vs. just having fun

Stranger: are you going to bring something interesting into the convo

You: umm I'm not sure I know what you consider to be interesting

You: I can guess at things

You: also is it late for you?

You: sorry if I've kept you up

You: I know I took a lot of your time

Stranger: lol I wouldnt damage my sleep pattern because of people like you

You: okay that's good ^^

Stranger: the only reason Ive been talking to you is boredom but as I already mentioned you've become very very boring

Stranger: so I have to wish you a happy life and say goodbye

You: sorry

You: okay you too

You: I wish you the best

Stranger: byeeeeeeeeeeee

Stranger has disconnected.

#omegle #history #religion #roman history #cults #jerusalem #crusade #ignorance #mental illness #faith #I was acting a bit silly here and this conversation was very strange

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