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Do you think it exists?

I like Sprite

I can't fucking believe this. Pink from 'Among Us' ruined my marriage.
A couple months ago, my wife said she was going out for a ladies' night. She asked me to take care of my son, so I immediately obliged. "Yes Ma'am," I told her. After a while of waiting, she finally left and I could play my favourite game, Among Us. I hopped on my laptop, booted it up and my desktop loaded, complete with the 'Red Sus' background and all my Among Us Impostor fan-art. I was shaking in excitement. I slowly dragged my finger across the track pad, and watched the cursor as it glided over to the Among Us icon. Among Us. My absolute favourite game of all time and quite possibly the best and most well-made game in the entire world. As I clicked the button my body twitched with joy at the thought of being the impostor again. My fingers drummed impatiently on my desk as the Innersloth logo faded in, and then out. Then the main title appeared. I immediately looked at pink as she slowly floated across the screen. Oh, how I wish I could feel those luscious, soft asscheeks. Pink is my queen. The real woman in my life. My wife could never be as sexy as Pink is; her soft footfalls in electrical as I peek at her curvy form from inside a vent, waiting for the right time to strike. I could never get close to Pink, however, as if she had some kind of sixth sense, she would always leave before I could reveal myself to her as the impostor. I press Practice, to warm up my fingers before my first intense game of Among Us. I hit Blue in Comms, then cross the hall and vent to Specimen, murdering Green in cold blood. The thrill of killing an animated character in an online game has never been such a rush. I then move towards Reactor, stabbing Yellow in the back and then running down the corridor to the right to access Decontamination. I move quietly through the halls, like a snake about to strike its prey, and I see- Oh no. It's Pink. Standing there motionlessly as I face her directly. Her visor shows no emotion. But she knows. I can feel it in the air. I can't kill her. She is too beautiful, too angelic, the light reflecting off of her pink bodysuit, like stars on a voided sky. She doesn't run. I am moved to tears as I caress the screen, kissing it tenderly. "Goodbye, Pink. See you soon. It will all be okay," I whisper in a soft, reassuring voice. Then as my cursor hovers over the kill button, I hesitate. Thoughts of love go through my head. Red having reddish-pink sus children with Pink. But I have to. As the impostor, it is my duty to kill. I press the 'Kill' button and watch as my character beheads Pink silently. All I hear is the spurt of blood. There is no rush. There is only Red, standing by himself in Fuel. Pink's lifeless body laying on the floor beside him. I feel nothing at first, then immense sadness, like I'm at a loved one's funeral. My son knocks on the door, interrupting my brief moment of mourning. He asks, "Dad? Are you going to make me a snack?" I tell him to shut up, and my voice cracks. I break down sobbing. I killed her. I killed my one true love. God, forgive me. I open the door to my son, and he has a confused look on his face. I say nothing, and walk to the kitchen to make him a sandwich. Tears roll off my face into the bread as I lay it onto the counter. Lettuce, cheese and meat, followed by a sad swirl of mustard on top. My son is quiet. He sits on the couch, and stares at the floor. There is a depressing air around us. I serve him the sandwich and walk back to my room, contemplating life. If I killed Pink, how am I to be trusted around my family? I cry for hours, and finally my wife comes back. She sees me bawling on the bed like a child who dropped his ice cream. She then asks me why I'm crying and mutter, "I killed her. I killed my only love, Pink, in Among Us." She is filled with rage and slaps me across my face. I feel numb. She asks for a divorce. I don't reply. Instead, I take my laptop and get into my car, driving to a nearby hotel. Fast forward a few months to the divorce. It was quick and painless. After court, I ask my former wife to take me back.
"I can't take you back. You've always been this way. I was sus of you from the start."

When they're driving by, the volume always seems to make my windows rattle and move.

What do you think of gene-modifying technology?
If it was possible to change the genes of developing embryos and fetuses still in the womb, would you accept it? In what circumstances? What harmful consequences that this kind of technology being available would cause? Is there an ethical or practical problem if it would be used for certain purposes?

When is part 2 coming out for this? https://www.mangago.me/thing/about/596556/
There's been some speculations on your identity, but what I am most excited for is Part 2! It's been almost a week since you posted Part 1 and I would love for most clout!

I'm new to this forum and I sometimes see you guys talking about masturbating and s** and your daddies, should I stay on here? I also saw the discord drama and I'm confused?

And do you think that if a politician is caught by reporters cheating on his wife in a restaurant, they should be allowed to release photos or write articles?

Quite recently, I was eating some cherries. They were sickenly sweet with a hint of tanginess, as red as blood, and voluptuous, like that of a desirable curve. When I plucked the stem out of the cherry, it revealed a beautiful hole resembling the hole of an arse. The juicy exterior in contrast with the hole became apparent and I wished to slap its cheeks. I bit into the cheeks of the cherry and felt a pleasure unlike any other. I heard the cherry moan, "More....uhm..harder!" I took more bites until there was nothing left of it. My own hole was tingling the whole time. I took the rest of the cherries and fit them into my pussy. Then, I used my pelvic muscles to smush the cherries. It felt like that strawberry vibrator I brought online months ago. The juice from the cherries felt very pleasurable against the sides of my pussy as it spread to crevices I knew any man could never reach. I let the cherries break down in my pussy until it could no more and then I pushed everything out.
I will try it again.

If breasts are not sex organs and they exist, just like in other animals, to feed babies, why are they so hypersexualized? I believe in the past, ancient women did not need to cover up their breasts. When a woman in public breastfeeds, why is it seen as gross and something that should be hidden? No woman is trying to flash herself, just trying to feed her baby, and even if she covers her breasts to breastfeed, why is still seen as taboo? And one last question, why is is okay for a man to not cover his chest but it's not okay for a woman to not wear anything covering her chest? Are breasts really that taboo?

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That's the gist of what my mother usually said. The latest occurrence was last night, when I was helping wash the dishes. My mother said that girls should be good and do the housework and be filial to their parents. She also likes daughters that do all the cooking and cleaning. She likes to point out that my cousins that are girls are really good at cooking and obedient. I have a nice mother, but I wonder if she's old-fashioned. She and my father do not support homosexual relationships, especially not marriages.
Is there a reason other than gender roles, or even a legitimate reason, that girls are expected to dress well and do the housework? Is there a specific good reason why kids learn gender schemas? Why do people assign clothes and actions to genders? There must be reason why a man can not wear dresses and makeup. But why have historically, many men have had long hair, dresses, wigs, makeup, heels, and elaborately decorated clothes? Candace Owens said that "manly men" should be brought back and she wants a man to be manly and chop wood because that's "sexy." She is against men that dress up the way they want. Fuck her shitty views.
Are gender roles a social construct?

Once, a kid gave me a side eye when I tried to help him.

And do you think that if a politician is caught by reporters cheating on his wife in a restaurant, they should be allowed to release photos or write articles?

which question would you choose?

"you need Jesus" but I thought some of you users were not religious?

RIP nurse booty btw