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I just can't stand it. When I see her I can only grit my teeth and clench my fists as hard as I can from jumping out and screaming "I love you!" at the top of my lungs. I literally have to bite down on my tongue, sometimes until it bleeds or else I'll lose control and caress her with kisses until the end of the world. She's just so beautiful. Not in that super model barbie doll way. She's legitimately beautiful. The super models put on make up and dress up and get air brushed so they can look like her. She doesn't need that poo poo, she's wonderful on her own. "Mr. Wales, you have a visitor." It's my secretary. I tell her to let her in, I already know who it is. I asked her to come to my office so we could talk. Not about work or anything, just... talk. I know it's against office policy but I just want to see her again. That gorgeous, naive smile, those huge, innocent eyes that seemed to take in the world so carefully. Her body was small, delicate, as if the slightest breeze would shatter her like a glass rose. I couldn't stop thinking about her. Always. She was always on my mind. There was a knock at the door. "Come in, Wikipe-tan." I could see the very edges of her lips move, forming a subtle smile as she gracefully took a seat opposite me. She sat there, so serenely, her hands holded on her lap like the necks of two swans asleep in a lover's embrace. I could see her feet moving nervously and her back was stiff with tension. Still, she was more beautiful than I had remembered. I stared at her a moment, drinking in her hour glass curves and supple, almost nubile body. "M-Mr. Wales? You wanted to see me?" Her words jolted me from my trance and I immediately returned to presence. "Oh, ah... I did want to see you," I nervously stumbled over my words. "I mean ah, well, yes. I wanted to see you - I mean speak to you." She smiled at my nervous attempt to speak, but I knew she was just as nervous as I was. "I mean... I mean call me Jimbo. Jimbo Wales. You don't need to call me Mr. Wales." She smiled serenely again, a lock of her blue hair falling over her eye. She gently brushed it back into place. "I asked you to my office, Wikipe-tan, because I wanted you to know that I lov-" I clenched my fist and took a deep breath, steadying myself. "I mean, I wanted to know if... if you'd like to go to dinner with me." I did it. I actually asked her. I asked her if she wanted to go to dinner with me. I couldn't believe I'd actually done it. There was silence for a moment; it was almost like I could see her thoughts through her clear eyes. I held my breath waiting for an answer. Then her sweet, melodic voice broke the silence. "I'd like that." My heart raced, I couldn't find the words to say. I wanted to jump up and down and shout for hours about how Wikipe-tan and I were going on a date, and I probably would have if I hadn't clenched my fist so tightly that the whites of my knuckles were visible. The brief pain brought me back. "I, uh," I stammered, "I'm glad. I'll have uh, I'll have my secretary make the arrangements, okay?" "Okay." She lithely got up from her chair and made for the door, her slender body swaying slightly as she moved. I couldn't help but shout "YES!" in jubilation as she left the room. In just a few hours, we'd be on our first date. * * * "You... you look amazing," was all I was able to stammer as I gaped in awe at her. The intricate, silk kimono she wore was tight on her body, displaying her nubile curves. She grinned slightly. "Thank you, Mr. Wales," she responded. "We went over this, Wikipe-tan. Call me Jimbo." "O-okay, Jimbo." I couldn't take my eyes off of her, she was so beautiful, so radiant. Her crimson red lipstick shimmered on her lips and signaled to me almost like a lighthouse signaling a ship. I wanted to reach over the table, kiss her, and it took all my willpower to stop myself from doing it. I couldn't believe it, I was actually at dinner with Wikipe-tan. I felt like I was going crazy, I wanted to touch her, to feel her willowy body in my arms and hold her forever, to let her know she'd be safe in my arms and that I would never let go. I'd gently caress her with the tips of my fingers, running them from her head to her back, up and down, tickling her delicate frame. I shook myself. What the hell was I thinking? I needed a drink to calm myself down. I reached over to get a drink from my wineglass, but my hand bumped into something. It was Wikipe-tan's hand. She was holding the glass. "Oh, I'm sorry!" I quickly apologized. She grinned softly again and I realized I hadn't taken my hand off of hers yet. I quickly let go and put my hand in my lap, but she began to giggle. "There's no need to be sorry." I laughed too. We both let out belly laughs and I could feel the tension between us drifting away. The mood was lightening. "I want to know about you, Wikipe-tan. I want you to tell me about yourself, what makes you tick, what you like and dislike." I told her. "I don't know what there is to tell," she said softly. "I'm just an ordinary girl from the city. There's nothing special about me." "I don't think so," I said. "I... I think you're very special, Wikipe-tan. I think that you're a lot different from the other girls and I..." I paused for a moment, trying to think of what to say, "I like that." "Thank you, Mr... Jimbo. I," she looked down and blushed, "I think you're special too." I placed my hand back on the table and slowly inched it towards hers. Her skin was soft, downy to the touch and her hands were small and delicate. She smiled as I placed my hands around hers; I could feel a real connection. "I think you're very beautiful, Wikipe-tan. I've..." I sighed, my eyes glancing away in embarrassment. "I've thought that for a long time." "Thank you..." She blushed again and brushed a stray lock of her blue hair. "I'm... I'm not so good with compliments." "You don't get them often?" I asked. "No..." She said. "You're my first." She smiled at me, but her eyes widened when she considered the double meaning of her words. "No, no, I mean that you're the first person to have ever called me beautiful!" She quickly exclaimed. I grinned a little and looked back at her. "You're my first too." "What do you mean?" She asked quizzically. "The first girl I've ever called beautiful." * * * "This is where I live," she told me, her hand still clasped in my own. "It's nothing special, just a small apartment. Would you like to come in?" I couldn't believe it. Wikipe-tan wanted me to come into her home. I squeezed her hand a little in exhilaration and nodded, "I-I'd love to." She and I walked inside the old building, hands locked together, and walked up the stairs to her apartment. She unlocked the door and we stepped inside. The first thing I immediately noticed was the number of beautifully-drawn anime wall scrolls hanging on her walls. "I'm an aspiring manga-ka," she said bashfully. I stepped over to look at one of her pictures, a warrior with a katana clad in red robes cleaving through a swath of foes. In the corner I recognized the Japanese character for 'Inuyasha'. "Is this Inuyasha?" I asked her. She nodded timidly, "Yes," she squeaked. "This is... amazing," I gasped. "Why didn't you tell anyone about your drawings?" She gazed at her feet in embarrassment, "I didn't think anyone would care..." I stepped over to her and ran my fingers through her hair, pressing her against my chest. I don't know if she was expecting it or not, but she didn't fight back. She held me too and looked into my eyes. I'm not entirely sure how long I was locked into her eyes, but it felt like an eternity of bliss. "They're not blue." I said. "Wh-what?" "Your eyes, they're not blue." I paused for a moment and looked at them again. "They're... They're sapphire." She smiled, and for a moment I thought she was going to say something, but then I felt her press in closer to me. She pressed her soft, angelic lips against mine and I felt a surge go through my body. I held her close, her fragile body in locked against mine as I explored her velvet lips with my own. "There's... something I want to show you," Wikipe-tan spoke softly. She grabbed my hand without waiting for an answer and lead me through her apartment until we finally arrived in her bedroom. She laid me down on the bed and I pressed myself against her. I could feel my engorged member rising as the heat of the moment escalated. She kissed me again and spoke softly into my ear. "I... I want you to be my first." "I want you to be mine too." * * * I held her closely in my arms, underneath the protective covers of her bed sheet. I couldn't tell if she was still awake or not. My fingers ran up and down her back and I listened to her gentle rhythmic breathing, watching as her nubile chest moved up and down with each breath. I smelled her soft, blue hair and kissed her forehead. "I... I love you, Wikipe-tan." My whisper was barely audible underneath the chirping of the crickets in the midnight air. She squirmed a little in my arms, rustling the covers, and then looked back up at me. She kissed my chin gently and put her hand on my naked chest. "I love you too..." she whispered. I smiled a little. "I've... I've wanted to tell you that for such a long time." I told her. "Me too." Her eyes slowly closed and her breathing slowed down. I held her against my chest and kissed her one last time before she fell asleep.
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PleasingFungus posted:everything about this is perfect
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Orbi posted:what the gently caress written by internet celebrity https://twitter.com/CBoyardee
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Suspicious Dish posted:I just can't stand it. When I see her I can only grit my teeth and clench my fists as hard as I can from jumping out and screaming "I love you!" at the top of my lungs. I literally have to bite down on my tongue, sometimes until it bleeds or else I'll lose control and caress her with kisses until the end of the world. She's just so beautiful. Not in that super model barbie doll way. She's legitimately beautiful. The super models put on make up and dress up and get air brushed so they can look like her. She doesn't need that poo poo, she's wonderful on her own.
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anything else aside, its kinda weird to go on a date with someone and then address them as if they were a literal child
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all playing airplane with their food at the restaurant
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Carthag posted:anything else aside, its kinda weird to go on a date with someone and then address them as if they were a literal child 
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i might look 32 but i have the emotional maturity of a 12 year old
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it's not an anime though, it's some horrible nerd's attempt at imitating anime and i posted it to emphasize the  iness of that story, not because i have a hard-on for little girls in maid dresses
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Sham bam bamina! posted:because i have a hard-on for little girls in maid dresses qfb^2
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Sham bam bamina! posted:it's not an anime though, it's some horrible nerd's attempt at imitating anime
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Riptor posted:do you know hatsune miku yeah shes my real girlfriend
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mods, the needful, please also does anyone have a copy of that neverending wiki article about lightsaber fighting style? it was like peak internet sperg in the pre-brony era
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FrozenVent posted:mods, the needful, please Best I can find is the talk page with "I think the wookipedia article on light sabers should serve as a good model on how to improve this article.".
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FrozenVent posted:mods, the needful, please it was linked to from a front-page article, wasn't it? "wikigroaning"? i think they actually felt some shame and got rid of it http://www.somethingawful.com/news/wikigroaning/ "Lightsaber combat" now redirects to "Lightsaber" https://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Lightsaber_combat&oldid=214255593
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FrozenVent posted:also does anyone have a copy of that neverending wiki article about lightsaber fighting style? it was like peak internet sperg in the pre-brony era beaten i guess but mine has the images and templates intact 
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prefect posted:it was linked to from a front-page article, wasn't it? "wikigroaning"? i think they actually felt some shame and got rid of it Wikipedia posted:Luke Skywalker himself demonstrates Form Zero when he allows himself (and his entire team) to be captured by the Ewoks in Return of the Jedi, seeing that responding in violence would bring more harm than good, and instead choosing to passively wait for the situation to play itself out, and in doing so, gaining an essential ally in achieving their victory in the Battle of Endor.[29]
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Beethoven & the Nazi Party This article states that Beethoven was a personal composer to Hitler & the Nazi party, saying he was 162 yrs old and then vanished without a trace. THIS IS INCORRECT!!! In the first paragraph of the article, his death date is mentioned. How this oversight has gotten in to the article is a gross offense to the memory of this great composer. I hope this is fixed immediately! —Preceding unsigned comment added by 96.18.66.19 (talk) 02:38, 27 February 2011 (UTC)
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Gazpacho posted:Beethoven & the Nazi Party this is the best thing ever
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Gazpacho posted:Beethoven & the Nazi Party lol
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During his time, and subsequently, a widely circulated but evidently false rumour had it that Brown had embarrassed himself while drunk at an official reception in South America. Brown was said to have lumbered over to a tall, elegant vision in red, and requested the honour of the next dance, to be told, "I will not dance with you for three reasons. The first is that you are drunk. The second is that the band is not playing a waltz, but the Peruvian national anthem. The final reason is that I am the Cardinal Archbishop of Lima."[1] Although the story is amusing, checks have not substantiated it. Brown did not visit South America during his term, and the story had originally circulated about a different minister.
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WorkingPeer posted:During his time, and subsequently, a widely circulated but evidently false rumour had it that Brown had embarrassed himself while drunk at an official reception in South America. Brown was said to have lumbered over to a tall, elegant vision in red, and requested the honour of the next dance, to be told, "I will not dance with you for three reasons. The first is that you are drunk. The second is that the band is not playing a waltz, but the Peruvian national anthem. The final reason is that I am the Cardinal Archbishop of Lima."[1] Although the story is amusing, checks have not substantiated it. Brown did not visit South America during his term, and the story had originally circulated about a different minister. 
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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Mickey_mouse_acid_warning.png Description An example of a warning pamphlet/poster associated with the Mickey Mouse acid urban myth. Source ME Date ME Author ME Permission Me Other versions ME
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Veteran Looney Tunes director Chuck Jones was highly critical of the film. In a 1998 interview he said he thought the film was "terrible" and said as man who worked with the characters for almost thirty years the story was deeply flawed. "I can tell you, with the utmost confidence," he said, "Porky Pig would never say 'I think I wet myself'". He also added that if Bugs were to be faced with the situation he encountered in the film, weather the aliens were tiny or colossal, he would not have needed anyone's help, especially not from Michael Jordan, and said he would have dealt with the problem in a brisk seven minutes, not an hour and a half.[6]
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iirc he didn't like Who Framed Roger Rabbit either but his reasons were mostly technical (the animation looked bad or something) instead of sperging about the story
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so he's the proto john kricfalusi? "all animation is bad unless i made it or its some obscure poo poo you've never heard of"
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Media and experience [edit] The internet has played an important role in helping to develop the fetish.[1] Because this fantasy is purely fictional, macrophilia media generally takes the form of artwork, collages created using Photoshop, photographs taken from a low angle (also known as a "point of view" shot) or amateur videos of giantess trampling and destroying model cities.[2] The act of a giantess trampling or crushing smaller objects with their feet often ties the fetish together with the crush fetish, and the controversial crush videos.[6] There also existed an exhibit at the Museum of Sex titled "Kink: Geography of the Erotic Imagination" which explored many different fantasies, including macrophilia.[7][8] One way in which it's possible to experience the fetish in real life is with extraordinarily tall women who refer to themselves as amazons—after the mythological Greek warriors. An amazon, such as the 6'4" Mikayla Miles who stands just under 7' in her fetish boots, will schedule private sessions with macrophiles to engage in non-sexual interaction such as: trampling, lifting and carrying, foot worshiping, roleplaying and domination.[3] An annual rally known as the Amazon Convention (or AmazonCon for short) gathers a selection of tall women to network with other amazons and to meet and greet their admirers.[9] Sham bam bamina! fucked around with this message at 16:33 on Dec 21, 2013 |
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it doesn't get me all riled up but ive always wondered what it would be like to kiss a girl taller than me 
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same as kissing someone shorter, but you tilt your head up instead of down
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Sweevo posted:same as kissing someone shorter, but you tilt your head up instead of down whoa slow down there rico suave, thats a little above this crowd
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Sweevo posted:same as kissing someone shorter, but you tilt your head up instead of down 
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