40ish white dude (he/him) from the Netherlands
Except they were kinda wrong. “Vader” is father in Dutch, not German.
There’s the actual real garbage island in the ocean, he belongs in the trash. (And no I don’t mean Puerto Rico, that island has suffered enough)
UK-born British Canadian
Found another foreigner that wants to destroy the USA.
You’re right, I don’t know why I thought it was Ford 😅
Ford Multipla drivers can finally point and laugh at another vehicle owner.
> sudo make guitar
*ends up in dependency hell*
Where the hell did I leave my shark repellent?
Just get a small loan of a few million bucks from your dad!
Dutch tech news site Tweakers.net kept saying that it was too hard… *head desk*
Firstly, it’s not an affliction, just like how being straight or being allosexual isn’t an affliction.
Secondly, rarely does a sex scene move the plot forward.
Thirdly, less is still more.
Fourthly, sex scenes still don’t help procreation one bit, now does it? So you didn’t answer my question, but I’m no longer interested in your answer. By calling me an affliction makes it perfectly clear to me that what you have to say isn’t interesting.
But what does that have to do with sex scenes in movies and tv shows?
If you had dreamt so vividly that you were 80-ish years old, and then immediately after waking up you look in the mirror and see a 40-ish year old looking back at you. For a short time you can’t comprehend what you’re seeing.
I agree with the teens. We already live in a dystopia, no need to have that in our movies and books anymore.
There’s a reason cottage core exists. And how popular bridgerton is, and that’s not because of the sex in the series, but the escapism to a world where war barely gets mentioned. And where costumed balls are all the rage.
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Also not a teen, but as an asexual person I’ve been wishing for that for a while now.
Ducking heck! 😄
Boohoo, Denuvo, cry me a fudging river!
Had a similar dream like that. But in my dream I think I died?
So like your dream, mine was hyper vivid too.
Met a girl, we dated, we got married, even had a couple of kids. And then at some point we celebrated our wedding anniversary with a big party. Our kids and grand kids were there. It was an amazing feast. And we go to bed happy, I kiss her good night and tell her how lucky I am, and then I startled myself awake and I find myself alone in bed in my darkened house.
I figured that she must have gotten up earlier or something, so I go to the bathroom, but I don’t recognise my face in the mirror initially, looks too young and I start to panic. Rush to kitchen, shouting her name. But the kitchen is empty too, obviously. She was never real. I mourned that loss for a few days, it really messed me up for a while. Wanting to go back to the dream. But I never saw her again in my dreams.
Scumbag brain.
I’m sorry, I don’t know what that means