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WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON’T KNOW HOW TO FLY THIS THING!
Jackson: WHERE ARE THEY?
Holley: Since I can only assume one of our shared associates I’ll just tell you Sally, Francesco, and Sterling are upstairs.
Jackson: Has it look like I give a F*** about where Sterling is!
Holley: In that case,
they are downstairs.
Jackson: Thank you very much!
Holley: Oh and Storm.
Jackson: Hmm?
Holley: Aim for his hood.
(Meanwhile)
Sterling: I just don’t understand women!
Francesco: Neither do I!
Sally: Look it’s simple, just go to her and tell her how you feel.
Sterling: You know what? You’re absolutely right! You guys are so wonderful, thank you so much.
Francesco: He’s gonna get rejected isn’t he?
Sally: Yep.
(Somewhere else)
Jackson: Finally. Finn!
Finn: What the?
Jackson: Where is McQueen?
Finn: I think he’s outside.
Jackson: Where outside?
Finn: I don’t know
Jackson: Finn.
Finn: Yeah?
Jackson: Why is there a helicopter outside?
(Outside in a Helicopter)
Lightning: What do you mean you don’t know how to fly this thing?
Cruz: I mean I don’t really know how to fly this thing. I can’t make it any simpler.
Lightning: Than how did we get up here!
Cruz: I don’t know! I just started pushing buttons!
Lightning: You know at this point, there really isn’t any reason for why I haven’t MURDERED YOU YET!
(Red beeping warning buttons start)
Lightning: WHAT DID YOU DO!?!
Cruz: RELAX! I GOT THIS UNDER CONTROL!
(They crash the helicopter into Thunder Hollow Speedway. But at the speedway...)
Sterling: But I still don’t understand. Why don’t you like me?
Miss. Fritter: You mean other than I’m not into guys fancy-pants? YOUR FRIENDS CRASHED THE HELICOPTER ONTO MY TRACK!
Sterling: It was just the one helicopter...
(Finn is now in a helicopter with Mater hanging on for dear life)
Mater: AAAAHHHHHH!
Finn: QUIT SCREAMING!
(Finn also crashes the helicopter on the track... All of them survived that day)
don't know why but I found myself relating to the lyrics of Wicked Game more and more today. then I rode my motorbike at 90kph and crashed because of fatigue and I no longer feel like that
Psyche Weeping, Kinuko Y. Craft I Ophelia, Friedrich Wilhelm Theodor Heyser
I feel like more healthy rejection should be shown more in media. Show people its not the end of the world to be “friendsoned” or rejected. Just “Hey, I don't hate you, I just don't want to date you.” Its fine to be bummed out it just dont hate or harass the person because that happens a lot in shows.
Most in common I will ever have with hot girls is dripping precum from my chastity cage for them while I imagine they are getting stretched by real cocks 😍
Middle finger from hot girls is like blowjob for us 😍
Yes Goddess. Only feet and middle finger for PussyFree beta losers like me. I pledge to stay PussyFree for life.
MASTER hast made me watch this Clip on my knees over and over again last night. i've slapped my caged virgin dicklet, vibrated the cage and stopped exactly as He has told. my 19 yrs old muscle-bound, blond TEEN Bully will fuck this Super Hottie. She will be just one in a row of gorgeous Babes for my Master who are allowed pleasing His enormous cock today. Mhmm. This flawless white skin, this beautiful tighs, this round perfect ass... OMG Her gorgeous face smiling down in the cam. When i'm closing my eyes i see Her laughing at me in my loser brain, calling me an ugly, rejected virgin wimp again and again. i'm totally obsessed by this white, blonde Princess. However She never knows that a pathetic subhuman creature like me exist. Master will call me into His worship room to amuse Him with some twisted, masochistic fantasies about Her i've built up in my loser mind last night. Maybe He will give me a good slapping and taunt me in front of my totally embarrassed parents. Maybe He makes me lick the bottom of His shoes while He makes fun about my fantasies. Maybe He will make me beg Him to beat the crap out of me before the Babes will arrive and i have to crawl back into my pig stable. i hope He will do this because His mindblowing orgasms are even better after humiliating me He told me some weeks ago. Being the torture toy for my blond, huge, incredibly muscle-bound TEEN BULLY MASTER is all a pathetic subhuman virgin loser can hope for.
You could only stand there, heartbroken, and watch them kiss. Every bit of it killed you inside- their lips pressed together, their tongues intertwined, his muscular arms around her waist, enjoying the softness of her sexy sweater, her arms against his broad chest with her hands resting on his strong shoulders and how much taller he was than you, so that even with her boots on, the ones with the crazy high heels, he was still much taller than her… and just when you thought you couldn’t take anymore, she turned and looked directly at you, smiling. Taunting. She didn’t have to say a word. She knew this was torture for you. And she loved it. Loved inflicting such soul crushing pain, waiting for the moment she knew would come. The moment you break down, tears flowing, your knees buckling. Sensing this, she glanced down from your eyes to their feet, and down you went. Satisfied, she turned back towards him and resume kissing, and as she did, you began kissing their feet. You’re not sure why, it just felt like the right thing to do, even though somehow you knew you’d never really recover from it. This scene would forever be in your memory, burned in, and would be in thoughts whenever you masturbate for the rest of your pathetic life.
Thats how love of my life talk to me💕..miss you
@celeb-femdom-project
I'm always so proud when I see others that get it and who are spreading the word. There is nothing to fear in being a loser and being rejected by women. You were born this way...and while yes you are in fact a failure and at the very bottom of the sexual food chain, it isn't your fault. Learn to love your unique qualities and traits. You still have purpose in this world and can still be extremely happy and live a great life even if you'll never get laid... Be happy about this fact...you can live a full life of service and never have to face all of the anxieties that women and pussy bring ❤️
The only physical touch a beta should get that isn't masturbation should be from another beta loser! Circle jerk yourself out of the gene pool!
There's very little I can add to what has already succinctly and accurately been said by the enlightened losers above. Clubs and bars, parties, flirting drinking and dancing is for real men and real women. Your presence there is not wanted and you would be very out of place in any of these settings. Staying home and spending your nights reject rubbing is both mandatory and appropriate. Leave alphas alone on weekends
Stay home and rub.
The women are out there, thankful you’re staying away, leaking alone to pics. While they have real sex with Alpha men. Know your place.
More women need to understand that delivering rejection and humiliation to a beta loser is an act of kindness. A beta loser performs his role better the more harsh the rejection and humiliation gets. Rejection and humiliation makes a beta obsess and crush over the woman who provides it even harder. After being rejected and humiliated for so much of their life, a beta loser begins to associate rejection and humiliation as loving compliments and pure pleasure
Becoming an enlightened beta loser is all about a personal journey towards acceptance of yourself. It is only when you realize who and what you are that you will be set free, and happiness will ensue. It's okay to be a loser and to be at the very bottom of the sexual food chain where women will provide you with a lifetime of rejection, scorn and denial. It's okay that you will be eternally pussy free. Obsessing over impossible to attain women (the crueler the better) and showing them just how pathetic and disgusting you can be is all you need to concern yourself with. In other words, all you need to do is be yourself!
When you're a beta loser these are the women you are inevitably drawn too. These are the women who are disgusted by you, grossed out by you, want nothing to do with you...and yet they will become your deepest desire. You'll do anything even for a bit of negative attention. You'll grow to see being given the finger as love, and you'll deeply crave their scorn and rejection. When enlightened you'll come to appreciate that these are the women that see you for what you are and aren't afraid to call you out on what you are. In essence they're doing you a huge favor
No Words
You're smothering me with ignorance
a mix of deadly silence, broken promises
and lies.
Abandoned and rejected like I don't matter to you
as the words you speak oppose the things you do.
And it hurts like a burning knife in my heart.
In my junior year I became fast friends with a guy named Joe. We talked about our lives and ideas and so many other things - he told me I could tell him anything. I told him about how deeply I mourned my grandmother’s death. We hung out at school, I beat him at chess, we texted late at night. I was so glad we were friends. I even offered to start carpooling, to drive him home when I found out he waited at school for two hours for someone to pick him up, and his house was barely out of my way.
Then...I don’t really know what happened. Everyone was convinced he had a major crush on me. We were a pretty small school, so gossip got around fast. Everyone kept asking me what I was gonna do when he asked me to prom. I assured them all that Joe and I were just friends and that I didn’t like him that way and I didn’t want to date him. A week later, he just kind of...stopped. He stopped talking to me. He stopped answering my texts. He didn’t sit near me in classes anymore. I still drove him home. He didn’t even say hello. He just sat in my car and stared at his phone.
At the end of the year, I found out he was dating one of my friends. I didn’t care, but I wished that he would tell me straight why we weren’t friends anymore.
I told my uncle that summer how I’d lost a friend that I cared so much for and he’d never even told me to my face. My uncle wasn’t sympathetic at all. He told me I didn’t know what it was like to be rejected, how badly it hurt. He said that Joe was justified.
I did know how it felt to be rejected. Joe rejected me, my friendship. I never saw him again.
Then came my first semester of university. I quickly met a boy named Nathan. Nathan was nice and good at the piano and thought I was smart and we got on pretty well. But I figured out pretty quickly that he liked me as more than a friend. So one night I asked him if he wanted to ask me out, if he liked me. He looked a bit awkward, but he said yes.
And I told him I wanted to be friends, but I wasn’t interested in dating. I was very clear. I said I didn’t want to lead him on. I wasn’t going to date him. He nodded and smiled and said okay, and I smiled back.
We continued to hang out every so often. When we sat next to each other on benches or couches he would slowly inch towards me as we were talking and our legs would be pressing together, and I would readjust and scoot away until I was nearly falling off the bench. I asked him to stop doing that.
One day he was dead set on a picnic early dinner in the university gardens. I told him it was a terrible idea - the mosquitoes would eat us alive. He persisted, and we went. We left ten minutes later because I was right about the bugs. Instead we just kind of wandered around campus. He pressed in close to my side and I uncomfortably realized it was kind of like a date. He told me I was pretty and that talking to me felt like talking to someone who knew everything. He looked at me with something like awe and I felt uncomfortable but told him thank you anyway. He walked me back to my dorm and made a beeline for the piano in the lobby.
He played a song for me while I sat on the chair behind him, unsure of what to do or look at or say. He got up from the bench and shuffled his feet a bit and asked me to be his girlfriend.
And I told him no. Exactly as I said before. He said “Why!” I said that I’d already told him I didn’t want to date him. He said that he thought if I experienced him taking me on a date I’d change my mind. And, well, I didn’t. After a bit more of this back and forth I told him sorry but no and he left. He was crying. I wasn’t happy. I wished he’d have just listened to me when I said I wasn’t interested, when I asked him to give me more space.
I see him around campus sometimes. We don’t talk anymore. I wish that Joe and Nathan and all the others like them could just have been my friend. I wish they valued me, my company and my friendship, over my potential as a girlfriend.
thoughts on the friendzone
[TRADUCCIÓN ESPAÑOLA] (thanks a ton, krissyraawr!)
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when i was 5 years old my best friend was a boy named kyle who didn’t know how to knock on doors so he made dinosaur noises outside my window to wake me up in the summer until i demonstrated how to ball his fists and slam them against my doors. we collected caterpillars in my trailer park and built them houses while we traded pokemon cards. he wasn’t the only one. there was ben, and mitch, and noah–but kyle’s the only one who hurt me, because when he tried to kiss me and i asked him why, he told me “because you’re a girl and i’m a boy, shouldn’t we like each other?”
i missed him so much and i wondered why he couldn’t just be my friend like he always was
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