Furry porn is so good I wish its fans and creators weren't deranged freaks
Why am i getting buff Toph art on my timeline, did a new Avatar related thing come out or something
Weed smells like sweat combined with gasoline and i'm not sure how some people find it pleasant
You niggers are boring all you ever talk about is gooning
>try your hardest to be le never goon
>people stop caring about the site
>the site is now what they swore they weren't
I'm not sure why I made this. It's not really worthy of /art/ and it's not anthro. They're literally some shitty doodles on a piece of scrap paper. Sometimes I just see a blank piece of paper or canvas or art supplies and I still get this fizzy feeling of wanting to make something... until I actually sit down to draw and then I realize I don't really enjoy the process. I can see how I can improve. I'm relatively good (I think) at transferring objects from my vision onto paper (probably as a result of being forced to do so to develop a "basic drawing proficiency" in school) and all I'd have to work on is visualization if I want to draw fictional things like anthros such that I can see the character or thing I'm trying to draw about as well as the mouse on my desk. And yet... it's just not enjoyable to me tbh.
<le reddit space
Anyways, it's unworthy of /art/ & unworthy of /anthro/, so I guess it's worthy of /b/.
What if there was a wikipedia horse
Japan is the first 0th world country
This happened to me yesterday
AI bros can you do this but anthro
I play around with AIslop, specifically Stable Diffusion. I have attempted to make a LoRA file for a certain focks character.
I am dissatisfied with the results, to put it mildly. You might even recognize her.
I am using Automatic1111 and Stable Diffusion 1.5. I trained the LoRA file with kohya_ss. Source images came from the places you'd expect.
I have access to SwarmUI with SDXL, Flux DEV, and 3.5 available on the back end, but I don't know whether any of the tools I have can make a LoRA for any of those. And the quality of what I get from them is very disappointing, given how much newer they are than 1.5.
Does anyone else around here mess around with image generation?
Make sure to join the army at goarmy.com
Do you workout for self-improvement anon?
OPEN THE FUCKING DOOOOOOOOR
does anyone have the field groyper averi image?
Thank you
Do you regularly give your object of affection a nice drink bouquet?
Site is locked so no one can object to me posting suggestive Undyne pics
>unofficial drawligator faps on the timeline
Naruto Chapter 1 full colour in English
>learning the history of the banking system and realising its fitting 1:1 with the schizo rothschild conspiracy theories
Most psychedelics should be legal
maybe AI isn't so bad after all
This is a softcore website btw
Do blapeepo count as anthro since theyre the closest humans to monkieys?
>Complaining about kemonos for “not” being furry enough and that they look like a “generic” anime humoid
Would complain the same about western cartoon animals? But they “look like” a “generic” cartoon humoid?
I'm not gay but Ralsei is cute
I used to have a crush on the arm creature from Parasite Days
Genocide of the Hellenised Jews
The death of Jesus
Embracing the Pharisees
200000 dead Egyptians and Romans
Wearing entrails
The Great Fire of Rome
Assassination of Visigoth leaders
Opening the Gates of Toledo
Assisting the siege of Vienna
Polish-Lithuanian usury terror state
Ritual Murders at passover
The Kahal system
Shulchan Aruch
York Uprising
England Coin Clipping scandal
Juan Alfonso's court
Dos Doblas Tax
1400s Russian Orthodox Judaiser Heresy
Khmelnitsky Uprising
Deggendorf Uprising
Rothschild war bonds
Anglo-Scottish Freemasonry
French Freemasonry
Secularisation
Race denialism
Weimar
Feminism
Abortion
Transgenderism
Pornography
End of eugenics as a public movement
Naked shorting
Loan capital
US Music industry
State capture
BlackRock, State Street, Vanguard DEI social engineering
Great Depression, Petrodollar, 2008 Financial Crisis, 2020 Covid lockdown
Legalisation of interracial marriage
Legalisation of adultery
Frankfurt School
Open borders
Dehumanising millenarianism
London-Wall Street Axis
"White privilege" theory
Great replacement and White genocide
Tikkun Olam global genocide
I’ve been looking at buying my first car for several months now and the Saab 900 has been the only model to install the feral, virulent ecstasy one gets in an intense social environment such as at a Black Metal concert or an arcade tournament. I. Want. One.
would you eat a million dollars for a can of pringles?
Can someone pls explain what is Normie Sadism?
POST NOT SAFE FOR WORK CONTENT SUCH AS:
>TITS
>BOOBYS
>PUSSYS
>COCKS
NO MORE RULES
>anti-furries
>anime haters
>right-wingers
>soycucks
>humoids
>moids
>before hmofa I was into anime girls
>Why are half of good porn artists into incest, beastiality or both, what happened to ethical g-
<*SPLAT*
Patrick Baitman & The Jokler are my role models and i'm tired of pretending they're not. No, I didn't "miss the point" I just want my pain to be inflicted on others, I want no one to escape.
which one of you made the white wash edit?
every day i am somehow even more miserable and tired than the last. my entire waking life has been reoriented around a single day of november 2025; i wish i had stopped breathing that night.
Can we pls keep soyfaggotry out of /anthro/? Thx
Please look forward to it!
Can floof ban all non-indians? I'm tired of non-aryan opinions on my 'foo
I'm black AND trans
How you like them apples?
Took 3x bromazepam that i stole from my mom and then fell asleep
>Hitlerian Femtanyl
W faps?
My least favorite ESL types (speaking as one myself) are the ones that say shit like "i speak English because it's the only language YOU know" when confronted about their poor vocabulary
anthro.foo?
more like
anthro.fool
Are negroes a type of anthro since theyre part monkey?
Does anyone else remember this show
With zoomers, notice how it's always "I want her to...(do something to me)", and not "I want to...(do something to her)"
>"I want her to sit on me"
>"I want her to step on me"
>"I want her to crush me"
>"I want her to peg me"
Concerning stuff
Fallout is an American media franchise of post-apocalyptic role-playing video games created by Tim Cain and Leonard Boyarsky, at Interplay Entertainment.
Mods pls undelete the butt files, yall could’ve just bumplocked the thread again
The hardest part of waking up every morning is going to the face field and choosing which face to wear
I don't ever wanna-
I don't ever wanna be you!
Don't wanna be just like you!
Oh, what I'm saying is,
this is "The Anthem,"
throw all your hands up!
In these brief notes I shall not attempt to deal with the question of the right to life in general, but with the right to one’s own life, which corresponds to the ancient formula of jus vitae necisque. It is the right to accept human existence, or to put an end to it voluntarily. I intend to compare certain characteristic points of view which have been formulated in this connection in the East and in the West. However, the problem will not be considered from a social point of view, but rather from an interior spiritual one, whence it appears in the shape of a problem of responsibility only to our own selves. For this reason, I shall not deal with theories, such as that of the Japanese hara-kiri, or suicide for reasons of honor or loyalty, nor with similar doctrines which we also find in the West.
Perhaps the severest and most virile form in which the right to dispose freely of one’s own earthly existence is asserted in the West is found in the theory of Stoicism, and more particularly in the Stoicism of Seneca. This doctrine of suicide, unique on account of the peculiar ethos with which it is justified, may serve for us as a starting point. Seneca and the Roman Stoics conceived earthly existence in the form of a struggle and a test. According to Seneca the real man stands above the gods themselves. The gods, owing to their very nature, do not know adversity and disaster. Man, by contrast, is subject to these, but also has the power of triumphing over them. Unhappy is he who has never encountered disaster and suffering, Seneca wrote, for he has had no occasion to put his own powers to the test and to know them. To man something greater than mere exemption from ills has been granted: the power of triumphing over them within himself. And those beings who have been most subject to trials should be regarded as the worthiest, if we bear in mind that in war the commanders entrust the most exposed positions to the strongest and best qualified men, whereas the less brave, the weaker, and the less trustworthy are employed in the less difficult, but also less glorious positions of the rear.
In a general way, this is also the order of ideas brought forward when suicide is condemned and stigmatized as a form of cowardice and desertion. Seneca instead comes to the opposite conclusion, and actually attributes the justification of suicide to God himself (De Provid., VI, 7–9). He makes God say that he has granted to the true man and the wise man a power beyond all contingencies; that he has so disposed things that no one may be restrained when he no longer wishes to be; the way of departure is open to him: latet exitus. “Whenever you do not wish to fight, retreat is ever possible. Nothing easier is granted to you than to die.” The expression used, “si pugnare non vultis, licet fugere,” with reference to the voluntary death which the wise man is free to choose, may leave us perplexed. But the actual context within the ethics of Stoicism as a whole explains what is meant here.
There can be no doubt that when death is sought because a certain situation appears unbearable, from the point of view of virile ethics, suicide cannot be justified. In those very cases where a humanitarian point of view might admit the right to commit suicide, virile ethics cannot excuse it. Still less does it permit a man to take his own life through motives of affection or passion, because this would imply a passive attitude, and one of impotence with regard to one’s own spirit, thus deserving condemnation. Strictly speaking, from the point of view of Stoicism, suicide even for honor or similar motives (i.e., with reference to social conditions), is not admitted.
The Stoic must distinguish between “that which depends on oneself” and “that which does not depend on oneself,” and must follow the principle that that which does not depend on oneself does not pledge one’s responsibility, must not affect the mind of the wise man, and must not constitute the measure of one’s own value or dignity. As we know, this principle of detachment is in harmony with all that which India has regarded as truly spiritual. When we consider this, Seneca’s maxim can only indicate the importance to be attributed to the inner liberty of a higher being. It is not a question of retreating because we do not feel strong enough to face certain circumstances or trials. It is rather a case of the sovereign right, which we should always reserve for ourselves, of accepting or not accepting these trials, and also of placing a limit to them when we no longer see any meaning in them, or have sufficiently proved to ourselves our own capacity for overcoming them. Impassiveness thus remains the presupposition of that maxim, and the right of “exit” is justified only as one of the factors which may assure us that the vicissitudes in which we are involved have our consent; that in them we are truly active, that we are not merely making a virtue of necessity. This point of view is rational and unimpeachable.
Things would, however, present another aspect if we were to apply the heteronomous framework common to theistic and religious conceptions to the agonistic and virile conception of life. Cicero attributes to Pythagoras the following saying: “To quit the post which has been entrusted to us in life is not permissible without the orders of the Chief, i.e., of God.” That is the same view as that of Catholic moral theology, which actually reaches the point of condemning these who seek unnecessary martyrdom as guilty of sin.
Nevertheless, this appeal to an almost military form of fealty comes up against certain objections, because it presupposes a prior free and conscious devotion to a Chief. But from the point of view of Western religion we cannot speak of this, because that religious tradition denies that the soul exists before being associated with the body in this life. We suddenly find ourselves in the “post” mentioned above, because before being there we had no existence at all; we are thus there without having willed or accepted it. We cannot then speak of responsibility, or of “military duty,” or of a debt for a life received, but not asked for. Hence the prohibition on suicide has no inner logic; there is only an appeal to faith, a mere acceptance of the will of God.
In Seneca’s conception, the horizon is broader and freer; there remains the idea of finding ourselves through our place in a conflict. And there remains the general command of holding fast, but the person is conceived as being free, and it is the person who has the last word. It is thus on the basis of considerations of a different and interior nature that he must decide as to his own responsibility and his actual right to his own life.
Up to this point we have dealt with Western points of view. Let us now see how matters stand in a doctrine such as that of the Hindus and particularly that of the Buddhists, in which the implications of Western theism are absent (i.e., the relations between a created being and a creator) and in which man is left to himself and has only to consider the natural consequences of his acts. We believe that the East has a specific and interesting conception only on such a horizon. But from every other point of view the same problems of Western religion present themselves also in the East.
According to the above-mentioned Oriental conception, the same prohibition against suicide of the more usual type is first of all affirmed. Wherever we reach the point of renouncing life in the name of life itself—that is to say on account of one or other form of the will to live and to enjoy—suicide is condemned. (On this point the Eastern view differs little from the Western.) In such cases the act of committing suicide is not judged as a form of liberation, but rather as an extreme, albeit negative, form of attachment to life, of dependence on life. No transfiguration after death can be expected by one who resorts to such violence on himself. In a different state of being the law of an existence devoid of light, of peace, and of stability will simply reassert itself once more. Thus, the problem will in no wise be solved by the act of suicide. Buddhism comes to the point of regarding even the inclination towards extinction, towards nirvana, as a deviation, when it appears as a desire or yearning. It is a Taoist saying that man attempts to free himself from death, but does not try to free himself from life.
At the same time, however, Buddhism, like Stoicism, admits suicide. But in whom? Once again, in a superior human being, in whom the characteristics of the Stoic wise man are to be found further strengthened: in a man who has realized such an absolute detachment that he has gone virtually beyond living and nonliving. Thus it is said that Mara, the demon of this world but also of the world of Brahma, sought in vain for the soul of the ascetic Channo who had “seized the weapon.”
Here, however, other difficulties arise. In the first place, if we have attained detachment, what can lead us to choose a voluntary death? In terms of the actual instances cited in the Oriental lore, the meaning does not seem to be very different from what it is in Stoicism. In certain circumstances, there is no reason to involve oneself beyond a particular point. We may “emerge,” almost as if we had had enough of a particular game—or as may happen when we wave off a fly, after having allowed it to crawl over our nose for a certain time.
But up to what point can we be sure of ourselves in such cases? He who has attained that spiritual perfection which renders the act permissible can hardly fail to find, in a certain measure, a super-personal significance in his existence on earth, realizing at the same time that this existence, taken as a whole, is but an episode, a transition, “a voyage during the hours of the night,” as the Oriental philosophers tell us. Oriental metaphysics in fact admits a multiplicity of states of being, of which the being of mankind is but a particular and contingent one. Once this is admitted, is not a feeling of impatience, of intolerance, even of boredom, evidence of a human residue of weakness? Is it not evidence of something not yet resolved or placated by the sense of eternity, or at least of the great non-earthly and non-temporal distances? And when things are thus, should we not be held, in the face of our own selves, not to act, not to “seize the weapon”?
We should, moreover, also bear in mind another order of considerations. When I speak of “my life,” adding that I am free to dispose of what is “mine” at my own good pleasure, I am acting without adequate reflection. In the texts of Pali Buddhism the relativity of this ill-considered talk about what is “mine” is effectively presented to us. It is said in those texts that just as a sovereign has the power of having whomever he wishes executed, outlawed, or pardoned in his own kingdom, similarly if I could say that this body, this life, is truly “mine” and “myself,” the wish that it should be so or not be so, could eventually be carried into effect. But that is not the case.
Moreover, strictly speaking, if life were our own in the absolute sense, it should be possible to bring our earthly existence to an end without even a violent act on our own body, but rather through a purely spiritual act. Once more, however, this proves impossible for almost the whole of mankind—only certain special forms of Yoga, of a Tantric inflection, admit the exceptional possibility of the so-called iccha-mrityu, of the death at will. This is tantamount to admitting something like an inner bond, a kind of will bound to a life which I cannot regard as extraneous to myself, but which at the same time I cannot identify with my own true will. We cannot fail to take this situation into account. It corresponds to the problem of our own existence as a certain definite sort of being. And any solution akin to that of the knot cut by the sword of Alexander the Great, is not a true solution. The fact of being, united to the impossibility of not being, gives us the disturbing hint of some sort of enigmatic, primal choice—almost as though we were involved and responsible in some obscure manner.
In this order of ideas, however, we cannot go too far when, following the views either of materialism or of Western religion, we consider the principle of life and of consciousness in physical birth. If we accept this, it is difficult finally to avoid a conception such as that of the Geworfenheit of certain Western existentialist philosophers: man as the being who finds himself “thrown” into time (in the East one would say into samsara), into a “situation” which involves and binds him to a responsibility, yet on a basis that is impenetrably irrational. This obscurity is certainly not solved by bringing in religious faith; indeed, generally speaking, the merit of faith is said to actually consist in accepting without wishing to understand. In the present instance it is a case of accepting a position which, hypothetically, has no connection of any kind, manifest or concealed, with that which may be attributed to my own will. Among Western existentialists, such as Heidegger or Sartre, this faith is atheistic and disconsolate. They do not even believe that the meaning which we are unable to see in our own lives today, might be grasped in a different state of being, as per the resigned hope of the believing Christian.
If we turn to the East, we encounter a different situation. Oriental traditions as a rule have admitted that we exist prior to earthly life, assuming a relation of cause and effect—and sometimes even of a choice—between the real force existing before physical birth and individual existence. (We know, however, that this doctrine was professed also in the ancient West, for instance by Plato and Plotinus.) In this case, although earthly existence cannot be attributed to the mere external will of the Ego, it represents a development associated with a deeper will, but always at the same time forming part of my own integral being. If, therefore, life here below is not an accident, then it cannot be considered a thing to be arbitrarily accepted or rejected. Nor can it be considered a bare and meaningless existential fact, before which there is only the choice of resignation or of a continuous test of resistance. Similarly problematic is the idea that earthly existence is something with which, before we find ourselves in the human state, we have, so to speak, “compromised” ourselves and are to a certain extent implicated—either, if we wish, as in an adventure, or as in a mission, a test, or election, accepting en bloc and beforehand even the tragic, problematic, or squalid aspects that the human condition in general may present. With this idea we may give a fairly satisfactory account of what we have just stated concerning the problem as to what may be regarded only conditionally and partially as “mine” and which nevertheless pledges myself.
Mods pls delete all butt files and ban all of them too
Mods pls retain a neutral stance on the butt files
Mother has begun watching our country's equivalent of Love Island
anthro or nah?
i like them
is this lute's new dead site
/b/ is the /b/oo/b/ /b/oar\d\
they should make girls taller
Watching this lad attempting to dejapify himself on Twitter in real time
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じしˍ,)⁐̤ᐷMods pls repin the the /b/utt thread, why did it even got bumplocked again?
Anfoo /b/ users will really just thankless dump their niggerass folder for no reason whatsoever just because they can.
I've seen the early signs, sooner or later our home board will be taken over and we will have no power over it anymore
We must react violently, or else...
Is ice cream good for you
THIS is the anfoo quality control?
smh my head...
Let’s face it, this is the truth some faggots had to deny. Anime has far more superior animation qualities than western cartoons in every way, and here’s MANY reasons why.
1. Art style
Anime art tends to be very unique, beautiful, effortful, and use more shading/highlighting/coloring. Cartoons in the other hand are usually generic, ugly, and effortless, and use a few simple colors.
2. Animation
“B-b-b-but anime is always at like 5 FPS”. not exactly. Anime tends to show some very smooth scenes in the most unique scenes, meanwhile the smoothest most cartoons can go is 10-15 FPS.
3. The animators
Think all western cart are white and conservative? THINK again. Many animators are usually ((( Jewish ))) and/or woke commie millennial faggots. Japanese animators tend to be much more racially pure and more racist in general
4. Fan service
Anime gives you the hot women with the big boobas, butts and slim waists. Cartoons show disgusting fat bipocs
5. Long-Running
Many anime can last dozen seasons & epsisodes, too bad most cartoons can only run a few
6. Community
“Muh weaboos are fat autistic manchild”. As if cartoonaboos aren’t like that. Most zoomers watch anime more than other generations (with a rate of 50% and above)
>b-b-but cartoons have more furries
And anime has kemonos, friendly reminder that the annime fandom and furry fandom are very influential to each other while they both tend to be more niche than the cartoon fandom. And sure there are some decent western cartoons but how can they ever compete with anime?
>inb4 cartoonaboo autists start sperging out in rage ITT
Who tf paid this twitter account to post this?
>movie revolves around a "genius" child prodigy/autist mathematician whose only talent is calculating big equations in his mind really fast
>movie revolves around a badass gangster dude who kills people at the drop of a hat but who is also coincidentally super caring towards wholesome pupperinos and poor old bipoc grandmothers
>movie takes place in a prison and revolves around badass gangster dudes who stab people and fuck eachother in the ass
>movie revolves around yt folx being racist and why that's bad
>movie revolves around cartoon characters or toys with an "adult" twist to them (with vivziepop (PBUH) writing)
>movie revolves around high schoolers from Sodom and Gomorrah
>movie revolves around anything in the Yookay
>movie revolves around a female lead who outperforms her male peers and bravely dismantles the patriarchy
>movie revolves around the military with an underlying "America bad" message
>movie made in the 21st century revolves around any historical event
This is pretty nice tho for an oldfag
Hello fooeycucks, the sharty has been shut the fuck down (and I'm gonna kill myself).
Would you give her some ice
Why does the Fooey hate Soyjak Party even though it started as a splinter of that site?
Pic unrelated.
Add a gaming board
/g/ for gaming
Everyone loves video games
New katia also
Dream sequence: I was locked inside a foyer connecting a row of terraced houses alongside a black British social worker woman that looked like the alicia troonjak nigger (see image). I was going inside the chambers before the locked front doors of each home to pick up a faintly coloured dot, a small fastening (screws, nails) and a key from a drawer and cupboard in each of them. As I was doing this, the woman was saying variations of the phrase "Humanity should be more [adjective; i.e 'Cruel', 'Vicious', etc]" alongside a justification for it, after repeating this three times and running out of rooms, I turned to her and began fucking her (IDK why) as I stared at her face. She kept saying "I mean we're not beasts, are we?" as I did, I then consciously started trying to disengage as I was orgasming and she began laughing and saying "We're not, are we?" as she smiled at me until I opened my eyes.
I've understood it as being about HMoFA and amorality. I will not change anything about my personal character or beliefs because of this.
Society owes me a cushy work-from-home job and all the resources necessary to make it so that i never have to interact with or see another person in real life again until i die, if these conditions are not met i will surely lash out violently against the world using whatever i can get my hands on
I'm craving gin and tonic.
Looked up Valentine from Skullgirls on rule34 and was greeted by so many back to back uninterrupted pages of peak that it almost brought me to tears
Is the "Foo" in Anthro.foo short for Foodist?
Sharty son or /trash/ daughter?
Mothers are the greatest traitors that ascendant humanity have ever known.
Butt thread got an anchor next to it cause of all the asses weighing it down
punched a hole in my door because my grandmother was being a stupid annoying, cunt cant wait till she shes it kek
>Can I choose suicide instead of those
yes by not replying to that thread
Posting bare flat chested anthro women but calling them boys so it doesn't break the rules
nufurs can't triforce kek
the female organism who clowned on the 'foo xitter post literally wears BDSM gear in public,fef.
hmofa patriots stay winning
vocaloid is a niche topic, it's fair to not understand it. and do you mean like autistic? cus if you know how vocaloid works that is not a good sign that you're neurotypical
I'm sick of edgy sites going nuclear on every pedo joke imaginable. Like they can't distinguish between 'CLICK FOR CP (is a youtube link to the rickroll that obviously wasn't going to be 'P on the clearweb 'tube)' and 'I LOVE CP (which is a classic example of plausible deniability that could be subliminally normalizing it or 'I was only PRETENDING to be retarded' type shit). Like I don't get why edgy sites have become so woke and trigger-happy to where the only place you can make a joke that would fly on the classic 4chan /b/ is an actual middle eastern pedo shithole. This video aged like milk when people have too many forbidden subjects of comedy (ev&doe people like Tom Lehrer and Tommy Cooper are based and there's a slippery slope if edgy sites start banning certain categories of jokes when there's an obvious punchline or joke rather than a confession hid as humor):
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=knIroVvPZU4
The only rebuttal I can think of is that pulling the bait and switch could lead an actual pedo to post actual CP instead of a bait-and-switch, but so can calling pedos retards o algo, so I don't feel like I should be held responsible for how others interact with or perceive me because that's like 4cuck banning people who called a rule-breaking thread on /v/ garbage and saged.
And yes, it's poor-taste, but so is racism and Soyjak humor in general, and it's not like these sites are genuine recovery group therapy circles for survivors of child sexual abuse, so why is it 'insensitive' when the site is already absurdist and mean-spirited? Like no, I don't want Foodism 2.0, but I don't want butthurt jannies getting increasingly butthurt about obvious humor that is NOT a stealth confession.
The one thing that the human body has going for it is its proportionate legs. Most ungulates look fkn retarded once you #notice their stilt legs extending out from their organ sac body.
>Notice the rise in gooferism on this site as soon as this softcore porn thread appeared.
I've fed up with Sega pushing for Tangle and Whisper so much and pretending that they're so popular while they're not even at the top 10 (or even top 20) popular Sonic characters, including the official polls. Is it because they're ESG-pandering or something?
Whenever old people or gypsies come up to me asking when the next train is coming i want to shoot them in the head with a gun
>wake up for work
>shower in my clothes
>climb up into the attic and rappel down my house
>"at least the lawn doesn't need mowing!"
>get in my car and beep the horn
>realize it's Saturday
>rappel back up my house
>leave out the front door to buy booze and go to the library
Fire the yamato cannon at /b/
Hating kittydog types and furry animation meme creators is normie sadism btw
ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow
Big Gynocracy invented this day to sell your mom flowers
What does the 'foo think of Ruben Sim?
Sometimes I feel like I give off dark nigger energy.
Technically this isn't breaking any rules
I want to have sex with this thing
You're not white if you've never fantasized about killing your parents or siblings
>kemonos and hot anthros get posted on /anthro/
<leaky ((( soitroons ))) want it to be removed
>Soyjaks gets removed from /anthro/ instead now
<((( soicucks ))) argue why their UNFUNNY non-anthro “memes” don’t belong in the anthro board
TSD is happening. God I fucking love jannies. Thank you so much Floof!
This works in real life also
>NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO I HATE PORN GOONING IS MORALLY EVIL DOCTOOOOOOOOOS BAN THIS EPISLOP
ywnbaw
Post anthro related soyjaks
>Hello my name is vikingtiger and this is my waifur please draw averi saying mi name instead of joseph o algo I am jealous maynnn sheiiiiiiit
Brazilians are the best latinx
I get it, the dream of being able to manifest an image depicting a scene only by describing it in enough detail. Generative AI. I'm referring to Generative AI.
If this dream were made a reality through brain-interfacing technology, I wonder how many of the anti-AI people would be upset by it or against it in some way.
Drawing sucks, I hate it. Maybe that's because I'm shit at it and refuse to formally "study" and "practise" it, maybe that feeling never goes away for some artists.
Why is this it/she/they lowkey spittin
>Go to a sfw furry website/discord server/social media community
>Could be as "safe for work" as possible. The mods could ban anything even SLIGHTLY suggestive
>You still feel the radiating sense that people are disgusting porn addicted degenerates
I just want to like cute animals with human personalities and characteristics. Why did porn addicts have to overrun this fandom. It will literally never be normal because of it
These shartycucks got so pissed at my truth nuke lmao.
Soijaks do not belong in /anthro/. This is a furry website, not a soijak one.
>B-b-b-b-but where can I post my shitty wojaks?
You can post it on /b/ anytime
>you will never be dutch oven'd by Nekotsuki
>Soijaks do not belong in /anthro/. This is a furry website, not a soijak one.
>>B-b-b-b-but where can I post my shitty wojaks?
>You can post it on /b/ anytime
Post here nyaggers you like
>I dunno I don’t make the rules. I’m sure you’d get treated nicer if you were less ant-ACK!
They're anthropomorphising things beyond our comprehension
why do they specify that it's french onion dip when it's the only type of onion dip?
also why don't other countries have their own onion dip recipes?
If i were the ruler of the world, i would not allow anyone to have sex ever again
Are trannies really bad? I honestly don’t mind them as long as they don’t completely shove their genders down my throat
what it feels like to have a gigantic penis and be extremely good looking but the only kinds of girls you are interested in dont exist yet
Does this name imply its straight to fuck post op trannys?
I got something BIG cooking 🍳🔥
played fistful of frags for the first time in quite a while
good videogame
Anyone else feel like there's a big "no fun allowed" movement subconsciously being pushed by a lot of people nowadays
They always keep repeating shit like "waaaaa waaaaaa no alcohol, no cigarettes, no junk food, that's like soooo bad for you"
Like nigga, can you please shut up. Not a single soul cared about this shit up until a few decades ago
There's a brothel nearby and I smell good meat but my dad left me here to watch his stuff. I'm thinking I'm just gonna have to abandon post. Sorry Dad.
lonely man transforms into a woman and immediately whores himself out
rule 2 bans (among other things) "porn" and "overly fetishistic media". can plain text (not ascii art or such, obviously) constitute porn or overly fetishistic media? if so, where is the line drawn? as in, there's a difference between "oughh i'd put my peanits in her" and intensely detailed sex roleplay, but obviously there's stuff between those two extremes and if some of it is banned there must be somecrossing over point from allowed typefucking to disallowed typefucking
Kendrick just opened his mouth, someone go hand him a grammy right now
Purrgem, are you Slvt4BIBISI from the soisphere?
Mandatory ID verification for using the internet is a good thing because it will drastically reduce the number of retards at the internet. Especially minors.
I have finally played enough doom mods for Elegg to appear to me in a dream
Incest is hot and it makes me hard
why aren't you using debian 13?
>fuggen Jerdee ar gunurs
>fuggen shemee ar trunslap luvurs
>fuggen fudest ar husteyel coz Dey stel mi fud
>fuggen brunegeers ar pados coz dey lek nutzee truhnamay
>fuggen curd ar grumurs coz der forums ar bedah den mine
>fuggen Xeter ar of-siders coz Dey wiz stelen mi soijeks
>fuggen fu’ee are zoofeyels coz Dey lek and’ros
Thread about ZZZ, the game, the lore, the characters, etc.
Post fundamental paper education gems
theyre not real btvv youre an adult nyagga get a grip
>go to artist's profile
>"please don't draw NSFW of my OCs" in bio
>their media tab consists entirely of drawings depicting their OCs in bikinis, aprons and other coomer meme clothing
What is their problem? How do we cure this?
>The opening of the Epstein File Ark of the Covenant blinds nobody in a world scorched by the merciless sun of a post-truth internet. The statistical possibility of a foreign government cooperating with federal agencies to help find toddlers for billionaires to facefuck doesn't matter as much to the average shitposter as the potential reality of the fall guy having dropped multiple hard-Rs in a COD Black Ops II lobby.
>Truthfully, human beings aren't wired to give a shit about what's happening outside of a 25 mile radius of their existence. The idea of something happening somewhere bothers us because when an event is depicted verbally or through media, it creates a bubble reality inside of our minds where we're forced to comprehend truths about the world which we are too small to fully comprehend. If you are brave enough to accept an uncomfortable truth, yet powerless to do anything to stop it, then you risk succumbing to the trauma of powerlessness.
>The psychological band-aid to this trauma manifests through symbolic acts. Somewhere across this nation, there are thousands of men in sunglasses wearing t-shirts that say Kill Your Local Pedophile who ideate in violent retributional fantasies while never being willing to overthrow the federal government or even simply stop paying money to streaming services so they and their family can watch movies and TV shows made by pedophiles.
>Somewhere across this nation, a waitress, a gas station clerk, a car mechanic, and an office worker will all scoff and make a derisive comment about pedophile bankers running the world while each of them would shamefully stay quiet about witnessing a rape if a mere five figure sum were presented to them.
>Somewhere in America's heartland, a staunch principled couple will lambast the pedo degenerates in office and proclaim that our nation must be cleansed in blood, yet as soon as they hear of their niece getting molested by an older sibling, the victim will be shunned for attempting to destroy the family by piercing a bubble of denial.
>The root cause of Nothing Ever Happens comes from this mechanism of verbal condemnation. All that needs to be done is simply hear and repeat the mantra: "Pedophile bankers run the world"
>Say it over and over again while doing absolutely nothing about it until it becomes a fact of life. It doesn't even matter if it's happening, what matters is that you said "fuck you" and killed a guy in your imagination and now you can carry on. As long as it doesn't affect your life. As long as it doesn't happen to you or your family.
>What's exceptionally intriguing and worrying is the possibility that the peasant class' hypocrisy being unveiled may simply result in a mass distillation of taboo towards accepted discomforting transgression. The concept of a pedophile in power once held a damning suicide-inducing connotation, a crime so reviled that its unveiling could be used to threaten and control a figurehead forever. It's quite possible that within your lifetime a sitting US senator will parade around a harem of his teenage catamites, one for each day of the week, and your normie coworker peers will do nothing more than smirk and shrug like an Ancient Roman plebeian.
>The end-state of this potential reality of indifferent uncomfortable acceptance of status quo would be a return to Babylon. A mathematical sharpening of the public conscious' tolerance thresholds for how many children are allowed to be sacrificed by consenting parents in exchange for stability and prosperity. Kevin Spacey gets to fuck three busboys a year in exchange for at least one film every two years. It would be the final curtain left to rip off the diorama Sodom and Gomorrah waiting emerge from their shattering salt pillars.
>Jeffrey Epstein is now whoever you want him to be. He will be the poster on the corkboard for the one thousand knife stabs you need to get out of your system when the world feels a little too real. Then you can print out another face and tape it to the avatar of hedonism that did everything you wanted to do when you were 14. He was a Mossad agent. He was a gamer. He was a pedophile. He lurked 4chan. He committed suicide. He was assassinated. He played a prank on Elon Musk. He has video tapes of Bill Gates. He slaughtered children inside of a cube. He hired teenagers to be housemaids. He conspired against Donald Trump's presidency. He was Donald Trump's best friend. He was a James Bond villain on his own island. He jerked off to snuff films. Him and Ghislaine were ride or die. His island has a baby-sized incinerator. He was a monster. He was a fall guy.
>Jeffrey Epstein is now whatever you want him to be.
>start using anti-telemetry firefox fork waterfox
>suddenly sharty won't connect
Thats not suspicious
>six seeeeeven
>mustaaaaaaaaaaaard
Isn’t softpore corn allowed in this website?
which one of you is this?
babymaking sex with anthros
do you ever just start thinking about everything you've ever done wrong
Do you think xe uses this website?
We are Purrgem, we carry the flame
HMOFA, AMOFH, HMOMA, and HFOFA are all absolutely disgusting, degenerate, and are some of the most Jewish kike things that can possibly exist and no amount of denial can change that
Out of any other website/board, this furfag website had to come from the sharty despite the fact they are blatantly hostile against furries. Why did you nyaggas have to choose that shithole anyways?
>The soy/pol/ """gemboy""" spammer finally gets banned from the shardee
>Xhe immediately goes (back) to the anfoo
OhNoNoNoNoNoNoNoNoNoNo, nufurcacas, What is this? GEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEG
I was going to post it on anthro but realized it would be better placed on /b/.
I can't post it on pastebin since it's a bitch about the word 'sex' and AO3 is pending my invite.
Let me start out by saying I am not a writer so there's going to be grammar errors her and there.
So here it is.
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The Martian horizon reflected against my helmet as I walked through the service tunnel towards my destination. "Alright rookie here she is!" I presented. "The pride and joy of Mars Sec R&D military deterrent!"
A young man with a polish flag on the shoulder his space suit, took his step down the stairs leading from the tunnel. He looked up and was blown away at the massive sixty-foot tall, mounted plasma canon stood in the center of the Martian military complex.
"This behemoth is called the BFG 20K." I explained. "However, we're still fighting rights to that name since Phobos Aerospace insists that they came up with it first. Those guys are just upset that we're getting more funding." I snickered.
The new mechanic finally broke his gaze from the gun and asked “Has it ever been test fired before Russell?"
Seeing the look at his face, it's obvious he's trying to contain his excitement.
"Once every ten years, after we get through the inspection of course." As we began making our way down to the lower sections on the catwalk. "The head honchos has to make sure the BFG isn't going to risk a misfire turning mars station into a crater or accidentally turn earth into the second sun."
I vocalized ominously. "And last I heard Mars Sec had failed an inspection one time ended up with a Earth Federation firing over half of the mars staff over a loose wire."
The rookie’s face looked grim as if. Seems to me he wasn’t aware of how strict earth command can be.
I tapped my knuckles on his helmet "But hey look on the bright side, we got one year to go before the big day." I joked. "And don't worry if we fail this year’s inspection you'll hold off the inspector while the engineer team makes a run for it won't you?"
He gave a nervous chuckle.
I opened the toolbox and pulled out my only trusty companion. A five-foot-long silver steel torch wrench I named Ol'Sparky. "Okay rookie." I held the wrench in my arms. “Today is the day you get your name back."
"Right now we’re going to che-" But before I could even begin his rite of passage, my wrist mounted PDA began blaring an priority-one message. I stopped my hand just mere inches away from handing over my wrench and checked the message.
=Priority-One Message From Commander Wilford Blackthorne=
Oh great. Of all the bad timings he just had to show up. I tapped the message icon to see what this befuddlement of a commander wants this time.
Russel! Drop whatever you're doing and get your grimy ass to Communication Center Hub a.s.a.p! This is a huge discovery, and probably bigger than BFG Twenty Thousand.
-Commander Blackthorne
An exasperated sigh had found its way out of my lungs.
"Sorry rookie, commanders orders." I dropped Ol'Sparky back in my tool bag. The young man's face was mixture of pure disappointment. As I finished securing my tool and slumped the strap over my back.
"Hey don't let it get you down. Head over to Maintenance Sector 4 and tell them to finish up checking up for us." Before I walked out I turned to him and gave him the good news "Oh and take the day off too. I heard the tourist district is throwing something big over there.”
The polish guy still upset over this gave an awkward salute before leaving.
It didn’t take me long to reach the Comm station thanks to the shortcuts I memorized.
Stepping to the large door. I swiped my ID card , followed by the hiss of the electric metal doors slid apart signaling my arrival to the crew
In the middle of the large room was a circular computer desk where Blackthorne was sitting at. "Ah Russel you're a bit late." He turned his chair to greet me until he saw my tool bag. "Why'd you bring the bag for?"
Before I even had the chance to explain, he put his hand up. "You know what never mind, just listen." He spoke anticipating my reaction. "You're not going to believe this, our radar team had actually found signs of other life forms!"
Other lifeforms he said. Oh now. "Sir the it’s probably another one of Deimos outpost elaborate UFO prank." I cautioned “I mean it's not like we didn't have our fair share of laughs. Until one of the top brass from Earth Federation saw the juvenile painting and nearly cut our fundings for both parties.”
The commander waved his hand dismissing my skepticism. "Oh god please don't say that Russel, this one is the real deal." He spoke with glee. "In fact, there's an unidentified space vessel on right now requesting us to talk."
Hate to admit it but, he managed to pique my interest. I mean if what he says it’s true we could probably get a huge bonus for this.
"Sergeant Emile! Open the channel!" Blackthorne authorized.
From the lower part of the of the room a female comms officer responded. “Affirmative commander. Screen will be up in three...two...one.!"
The main view screen flickered to life and on the screen. On the display were anthro fox women all wearing military uniforms. Their sophisticated clothing had tails holes poking out of them. Each of them was a variant sub species of the fox family.
There was a red fox lady in a white lab coat talking with arctic foxes. Fennec fox women with large ears waving at us.
In fact, there were a couple of other fox species I don't even recognize all working in the bridge.
But the real star of the attraction was a tall auburn fox woman standing in the center of the bridge. She had an hourglass figure which reminded me of a pin up models you'd see on the calendars. She wore an open black commander coat with a golden paw print on a red sash on her left shoulder. She gave a bold smile on the transmission screen.
"Greetings terrans!" She spoke with a hospitable tone. "My name is Lyra Vespera, second daughter of the supreme leader on the planet Kyubi planet." She gave a gracious bow. "I am captain of this vessel known as the Velvet Skyline, it’s a pleasure to meet you
I was utterly speechless. Was I dreaming, is this another elaborate prank from Deimos again? I rubbed my eyes to confirm it. And still the screen was displaying the fox crew. My god this is happening.
I turned to my left and only to see Blackthorne eyes glued to the screen. He seemed a little too focused until I followed his eyes and noticed he was staring right at her cleavage.
Oh god dammit.
Blackthorne finally spoke but his eyes were not attempting to meet Lyra's. "The pleasure is all mines captain Lyra. I am commander Wilford Blackthorne and I'm in charge of this military outpost on this known as Mars." He cleared his throat. "So, what brings you to our red planet today?"
"We have been observing your species for quite some time.” She stated, "In fact our scouts have been impressed on how far your civilized planet has come.” She paused “However, we have learned that your race has suffered from a terrible war within your planet over lack of resources causing your population to drop.”
Lyra's ears twitched as she paced around the bridge. "Needless to say, our population has been facing the same issue as well but, thanks to our researchers back on our home planet."
She stopped while keeping eye contact. "We have decided launch a diplomatic mission to offer an inter-species mating program that would not only help with the declining birthrates but to establish cultural and genetic diversity between the two." She nearly lost her composure from the sentence.
The commander was leaning out of his chair, clearly letting his lower half take over his brain. "Mating program you say? Absolutely!" He quickly turned to the left, where sergeant Emile was sitting. "Tell the docking crew to ready Bay 3 immediately. I want to make sure captain Lyra and her crew feels welcomed."
Blackthorne stood up adjusting his collar before finally taking one last look at the screen. "Oh and captain Lyra I would personally like to invite you to my living quarters. After you get settled in of course. I would love discuss this program privately" Not even trying to hide his lascivious intent.
Lyra, oblivious to the commanders intentions was just about to accept his proposal until I had decided to speak some sense.
"Hold on just one goddamn minute commander! Emilie cancel that request!"
The commander slowly turned towards me with disdain.
"Russel what is it this time?" He scorned
"Commander with all due respect, we’re already breaking the rules?" I spat "We just found an intergalactic life form, and you want to bring them on this station?"
"And your point"
"My point is!" I blurted out. "Didn't you read the section on encountering xeno from Earth Federation handbook? We need to stick to the protocol they gave us!"
Blackthorne just glared at me as if he made the biggest mistake of calling me in. "Russel quit being such a boy scout." He turned back to the main screen completely ignoring me. "Besides this station could use a little more excitement, I'm sure Earth Federation wouldn't mind if we conducted our own research."
Irritated by this man's remark I began to lay into him. "What's so exciting about bringing an unknown alien species into our sterile environment!" I explained Blackthorne. "Think commander, we don't know if they’re carrying viral pathogens from other planets. The whole station would have to be quarantined!” I stepped in front of his view. “What would we do if there was an outbreak of space aids on here?”
The commander just waved his hand dismissing my concerns "Yea, yea, sure whatever Russel I'll ask the medical team to stuff you in a sterilized glass tube or something."
Lyra who was on screen, seemed like she understood my frenzied rant. Raised her hand up. "Um, Russel was it?" I turned towards the main screen. "While I am sympathetic to your intentions to follow protocol."
She paused trying to come up with a proper response. "Our medical staff has worked tirelessly to conclude a that terrans are ninety-nine-point nine percent compatible with our DNA." Lyra placed her hands on her hips. “So you have nothing to worry about.”
I folded my arms and grimaced at the screen. "Oh really, so what about that one percent Lyra or let me guess." My skepticism finally kicked in. "That one percent must've been some fucked up cross breed abomination. Sorry but we’re not interested in raising mutant fox babies with a walking biohazard, xeno freak!”
That sentence alone must've felt like a bullet to her. Lyra's demeanor had cracked. I heard an auditable gasp from the crew on screen and in the background a red fox in a lab coat had uttered "Here we go..."
Lyra was visibly seething from that statement. Her ears were folded back and gritted her teeth. "You...you..." As she was trying to come up with a retort. I felt something grabbing my collar.
It was Blackthorne realizing that I was torpedoing his chances of getting some intergalactic snatch yelling at my face
"Russel! What the actual fuck are you doing!" He hissed
I shoved him off.
"What I'm doing is making sure we don't all end up fired, Wilford!"
Sure, I might've gone too far with my insult, but I was not about to lose my job because this man let his pants turned this station into a nursery.
"You keep your mouth shut grease monkey! Or else you'll end up losing something more than your job!" He spat back.
Blackthorne turned back towards the screen. "Captain Lyra, I am so sorry. Please don't mind our mechanic. In fact, I would like to apologize on his behalf, you see..." He gestured a finger at me. "He's been single on this station for far too long, it’s completely made him frustrated. He even started to name his tools like they were people.” He gave a forced smile to Lyra "Did I mention you are looking lovely today?"
I could feel my veins popping out of my skull. I didn’t mind the single part but he’s wen he’s trying to paint me like I was mentally unstable that had struck my pride.
"Frustrated? Me!” I exploded at the commander. "I'm single because I value safety over trying to get laid on this death trap of station." I pointed a finger at him and blurted out. "Speaking of which. I heard from the inspection crew that they found a pair of panties that were reported stolen underneath your desk in your living quarters!"
A female comms officer from the back had shrieked "Wait! What!"
His face was turning darker than the rocky terrain of mars from his darkest secret being announced to the entire room. On the screen a couple of fox women had begun a murmur about the perverted commander. Even Lyra had a judgmental look on her face.
"Th-Th-That's A Lie!" Blackthorne spouted while attempting to salvage the situation. "I'll have you demoted and transferred to that clown of the planet Deimos”
Without even realizing it I had found myself reaching into my tool bag and pulled out Ol'Sparky and brandished it like a club. "Try it Wilford, I'll be sure to tell them about how I saved the earth by denting in your skull!"
Lyra had finally had enough from watching this. "Gentlemen please, we have come here for a diplomatic mission!” She tried to insert herself into this argument.
The commander on the other hand took my threat as an roadblock for intergalactic lovemaking scoffed at my weapon of choice. Pushed a button under his desk and out came a secret compartment drawer with two very large pistols
Except he wasn't reaching for them. Instead, he stuck his hand into the box and pulled out a large carbon fibered power fist then placed his right hand into it.
"Oh so you're looking to throw down? Is that it Russel." He raised his fist up causing the gloves hydraulics to spring to life. "Fine. I'll beat the living hell out that you’re going to need a disability bot to even stand fit for trial!”
On the screen Lyra had thrown her hands up in disbelief. Totally stunned over how two human males are about to fight over a mating program. Clearly it seems like the researchers have painted a false image over how civilized an average human being is like.
"Blackthorne! Russel! This is an utterly pointless argument, can we please just calm ourselves and talk things out?”
None of us were even listening to her, right now we were daring each other to make the first move.
"What's the matter Wilford, I thought you wanted to impress your new friends, you panty thieving xenophilic degenerate!”
"You think I'm scared of that oversized toy you damn neanderthal." And in hormone induced fury he shouted, "Get That Damn Thing Out Of My Sight!"
On the lower far right of the room next to the window sat Sergent First Class Anderson. Unbeknownst to our little spat about space fox copulation. He had tuned out our argument while reading the diagnostics on the BFG 20K
The only thing that he heard was the horny rage from the commander shouting "Get That Damn Thing Out Of My Sight!" Anderson looked up and saw the Velvet Skyline on the screen then right off the bat he connected the dots.
"Affirmative commander, consider that damn thing out of sight and out of mind!”
He slammed his fist down on the fire button.
The stations AI announcer had echoed through the station.
"Attention! The Bio Fusion Generator has locked on to an unidentified target! All Martian personnel brace for recoil. The Bio Fusion Generator will fire in t-minus ten seconds!”
My blood ran cold. The commander’s face petrified from the alarm system blaring.
We both dropped our weapons and shouted “No!” in unison and leaped over the railing to where Anderson was at.
Like frantic drug addicts. We began to type furiously on his console trying to abort the discharged.
But it was too late. There was a loud whirring from the horizon. Causing the whole room to vibrate, knocking over anything that wasn’t nailed down and finally an earth shattering roar had followed.
Lyra on the screen, her ears folded back from the noise. "I-Is everything alright over there? What was that noise?" Her voice was quavering unaware of the speeding mini green sun heading towards her ship.
Her second in command shot up abruptly. "Captain! An unknown energy source has been detected! I-it's moving at us with an impossible speed!"
Before Lyra could issue a command. The screen went static, followed by a loud explosion. Everybody in the communication room had gazed through the glass window.
A beautiful yet horrifying lightshow of a exploding green sparks danced over the thermosphere of mars. The Bio Fusion Generator Twenty Thousand had finally found its first live target in eight decades. The Velvet Skyline had been reduced to nothing more but raining scrap parts.
The commander who was standing beside me had slumped to his knees. His mouth was wide open, but no sound could be heard.
What followed next was transmission of panicked calls from the various stations.
"Mars this is Phobos! What The Hell! That blast had completely fried out our long range radars! Explain yourselves NOW!"
"Deimos here! Guys! We said we won’t do any more UFO pranks? Have mars finally lost it? Someone answer us!”
"Attention Mars Sec R&D. This is Earth Federation general. You have just violated article 404 (c) 1. You had better give us a damn good reason we shouldn't have you all arrested.”
And before the commander could muster up a sentence or explanation a new call had brute forced it's way in. On the screen were a handful of survivors of the Velvet Skyline, all huddled together in a lifeboat.
Over the sounds of angry sobbing was a fennec woman issuing out celestial coordinates. “Repeat the coordinates are…”
At first I thought she was putting on a request for a rescue but, then I the dread hits me when I recognized some of the numbers.
Those were the home addresses that lead directly to Mars itself.
"Terrans!" she shouted "You have killed our sisters and the daughter of the Vulpine empire for that our planet has declared war on your pathetic race! Expect enslavement or genocide, we haven't decided on which will be more satisfying!" She concluded. "We will finish what your collapsing birthrate has started!"
With that the transmission ends, and the lifeboat had warped into the cosmos. Thus began the great Furry War of 2177.
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Feel free to make fun of it or whatever, I'm never going to write ever again.
breeading HOT furry women with my TINY human penis
Is liking femboys really gay?
You people have been slowly adopting my posting style and I find it really disgusting and upsetting. Fuck off.
All of us are better off dead
>My wife Soytan's the only one beside me.
>My tiny cock's the only thing I'm beating.
>Sometimes I wish I was a real woman.
>'til then I goon alone.
it's really attractive to me when minority girls talk about loving white men
Mosquito season never ended where I live.
Posting at 4chan nowadays is impossible with its new bullshit catcha system.
All I wanted was to play video games in peace without Jews ruining them. Therefore it's Jews' fault that I am now "antisemitic".
Kevin... he had a point... i get it now...
>nobody looks like that, take your meds. have you ever seen someone who looked like that? nobody does. you're insane. furries were debunked by politifact you regressive science denying piss baby FLUFF.
Mods, pls stop removing some of the files on the Twerkout thread, this is /b/ for god’s sake! Also all the women showing their booties are clothed but tagged with spoiler anyways
the cat on the right is suffocating, the flower decoration is pushing on his throat. die cat! die for the amusement of your owner. the one on the left is still struggling, he will not give up his life so easily, he detests his brother for his weakness in the face of death.
this website has become shit because um uh um i dont like it
Do you draw your heads like this?
Do you guys drink water over other drinks?
Where are all the irl phat goth girls at?
IM HERE TOO also where the fluff are the UK femboys lemme stalk them IRL from above inb4 furrorists wont do shit
Staying away from most modern online communities (especially social media, forums and 4chan-style imageboards) feels so good for my mental health. But at the same time it feels so lonely. My problem isn't with normies only but with self-proclaimed geeks, otaku, social outcasts etc that have been so toxic and obsessed with politics and stupid dramas from early - mid 2010s and after. And talking with them is often like talking with robots. And we got to the point that even AI bots talk, feel and behave more human-like than actual human. Which is why I laugh with people that act paranoid about Ai technology "replacing human".
Does anybody still have that "Joe Biden if he wasn't fucking around" image?
Also requesting the 'No niggers zone' video.
Couldn't sleep. One of these days, I'm going to go to bed and instead of passing out for 16 hours, I'm just going to die.
Blud thinks she's in Vietnam 💀🌴
Is there a booru for this website?
What does the ‘foo think about Fundamental paper education
1. Soycucks
Unfunny kids that complain about anything
2. Minors
you must be at least 18+ to be here
3. Normies (sometimes)
same as soycucks
4. Anti-Furries
Self-Explanatory
4. Anime haters
Majority of this site likes anime (especially kemonos)
5. faggots
this is a fag-free zone
6. Hardcore Corn
Hot furry chicks are always allowed, but we recommend keeping them clothed still
we post hot furries here
7. Fetishists
__they are too disgusting, we do not need inflationfags, diaperfags, fatfags (sometimes), etc.)
8. Politics
this is not /pol/ for furries, we may allow edgy humor and all but most political shit shouldn't be interfering
9. Autists (sometimes)
some are cool, but some others are just faggy retards
Been to the gym for 2 years (started when I was 17), made some good progress so far but I feel like it’s not enough. How do I gain more glutes & thighs while I keep a slim waist? Also I’m 5’1 so is that average or slightly short for a woman? my 16 yr old “little” brother said that I was a midget just because I’m below his chin for some reason (he’s 5’8). I might need more help for my gym transitioning goals, any advice?
Why doesn't the 'foo have any writerGODS? /CFA/ was full of them
Why doesn't the 'foo have any writerGODS? /CFA/ was full of them
What resolutions are you guys doing for the new year
1488 GET on my CO2 reading.
I'm really attracted to hot girls that are nice and agree with me
I hate modern internet. It's so boring and shitty that it makes me use it less and less (except for basic use like paying my bills, checking info and reading manga online). And I hate 2010s and 2020s. I miss the '90s and 2000s.
What type of people should move to anthro.foo so it can be better and what type of people shouldn’t go to anthro.foo so doesn’t turn into coal
I really don’t care about them that much tbh
What anime does the foo like? I'm bored and need something to watch.
Am I paranoid for trying to avoid having any online presence besides stuff like YouTube comments and discord chatting (if they count as online presence) and wanting to have my small blog and YT channel as my only online presence? I even avoid sharing my discord ID left and right because of stalkers, doxxers, spammers, harassers, trolls etc.
Keep in mind that I used to be regular, active member at many different forums, social media, sites etc but I gave up with them since it's so fucking tiresome and meaningless, especially with the current state of the internet.
Ever seen birds without their beaks?
Have you ever seen a white girl twerk?
I lied in bed for 5 hours and didn't fall asleep. I'm so high-strung and emotional that I think I'll have a heart attack and die long before I'll have to worry about calling it quits and killing myself while I'm still ahead.
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Collapsing from exhaustion is so kino. So is collapsing from blood loss. It's because the body is the first to give out.
It is an undisputed TRVTHNVKE that Rajirra is a slut for black men and is built for black men ONLY
Not even 10 years ago i used to be able to get a screen protector or a phone case on Ebay for under a dollar, now you can't buy shit without like five dollars at least
One thing I hate with all these "support real artists" fags is that almost none of them draw 100% in hand and they either draw 100% in computer or they only draw in hand and then do the coloring in computer. And many of these fags who parrot the "support real artists" crap don't even draw themselves, therefore they can't speak on behalf of artists.