Tumblr Prose or Reddit Prose, which one is worse? Really earning that B+ in English II here regardless.
>>679089is this even a question? Reddit
Also post the rest
>>679106>Also post the restThat's the whole thing, lol.
>>679111>Tumblr is soulfulIt's nothing but aging burnt out millennials.
>>679130>>679118>It's nothing but aging burnt out millennialsTbh, our cultural conservatives whining about everything are exactly that
>>679089>>679111>Muh Reddit vs Tumblr Smh.
>>679301Anyone calling me a slur that isn't one of the ones I hear shouted at me on the street is extremely reddit.
And 4chin slurs like "transhumanist" are just the right-wing equivalent of "you cockwaffling fuckpotato" type garbo.
>>679111>Tumblr is soulfulMore like it WAS, until the porn ban by a bunch of spooked crypto-christians.
It's exactly the same kind of spooky shit as the whole Satanic Panic, Video Nasties and other moral panics in the anglosphere.
>>679464>intrinsic valuets so spooky 🤣👌👌👌
i also like how the mouse (vicarious mouthpiece of the pseud making the meme) doesnt even actually refute the nihilism to any capacity yet redditors eat it up like the postmodernist sissies they are
She turns. "Hold up my fur." He
obeys. "Be careful. Don't touch my skin." Earlier in this
game she was nervous, constipated, wondering if this was anything
like male impotence. But thoughtful Pointsman, anticipating this, has
been sending laxative pills with her meals. Now her intestines whine
softly, and she feels shit begin to slide down and out. He kneels
with his arms up holding the rich cape. A dark turd appears out the
crevice, out of the absolute darkness between her white buttocks. He
spreads his knees, awkwardly, until he can feel the leather of her
boots. He leans forward to surround the hot turd with his lips,
sucking on it tenderly, licking along its lower side … he is
thinking, he's sorry, he can't help it, thinking of a Negro's penis,
yes he knows it abrogates part of the conditions set, but it will not
be denied, the image of a brute African who will make him behave. . .
. The stink of shit floods his nose, gathering him, surrounding. It
is the smell of Passchendaele, of the Salient. Mixed with the mud,
and the putrefaction of corpses, it was the sovereign smell of their
first meeting, and her emblem. The turd slides into his mouth, down
to his gullet.
He gags, but bravely clamps his teeth shut. Bread that
would only have floated in porcelain waters somewhere, unseen,
untasted—risen now and baked in the bitter intestinal Oven to
bread we know, bread that's light as domestic comfort, secret as
death in bed . . . Spasms in his throat continue. The pain is terrible. With his
tongue he mashes shit against the roof of his mouth and begins to
chew, thickly now, the only sound in the room. . . .
There are two more turds, smaller ones, and
when he has eaten these, residual shit to lick out of her anus. He
prays that she'll let him drop the cape over himself, to be allowed,
in the silk-lined darkness, to stay a while longer with his
submissive tongue straining upward into her asshole. But she moves
away. The fur evaporates from his hands. She orders him to masturbate
for her. She has watched Captain Blicero with Gottfried, and has
learned the proper style.
https://motheatenscarf.tumblr.com/post/656422341490950145/damn-image-description-cropped-image-of>Okay, had to track it down. It’s from Chaucer's the Reeve’s Tale, and it’s a description of a 20yo young woman:<This wenche thikke and wel y-growen was,<With camuse nose and yën greye as glas;<With buttokes brode and brestes rounde and hye,<But right fair was hir heer, I wol nat lye.
>In modern English (had to look up “camuse”, so that’s as good as my source, but I know the rest)<This wench was thick and well-grown<With a pug nose and eyes grey as glass;<With buttocks broad and breasts round and high,<But right fair was her hair, I will not lie.
>The fact that Chaucer had “big butt” and “I will not lie” within two lines of each other is causing me disproportionate amusement. Also the fact that “this wenche thikke” works equally well in Middle English and in modern slang.
<I think we’re all ignoring the very real possibility that Sir Mix-a-Lot is just a medievalist. I mean, you don’t pick the name SIR MIX-A-LOT for nothing, right? Maybe he just likes Chaucer. And big butts. And the fact that Chaucer also liked big butts, and that there’s frankly a LOT of butt talk in The Canterbury Tales. Unique IPs: 32