#clowns are here

[mackdaddyofthecravate]

Just about to watch but the two of them trying to convince us or themselves or both that they never cared about each other is the funniest shit I have ever seen.

To quote Hot Fuzz:

"We just sat through three hours of so called acting and their kiss was the only convincing moment in it!"

[transannabeth]

if you opened discord’s april fools day loot boxes how long did it take you to get all the items? it took my friend 18 boxes but me 65 and i want to see how bad my luck is

[neurovarious]

[joker-ace]

my current top 3 favs in one piece and me forcing them to interact bc that's super unlikely to happen in canon right now

[thyfleshc0nsumed]

The fact that CHILDREN are taught sayings like "boys go to Jupiter to get more stupider, girls go to college to get more knowledge" and people STILL deny the existence of misandry?? It's utter insanity. I know SO many boys and not a single fucking one has EVER gone to Jupiter, certainly not to get more stupider.

To all the boys and men who need to hear this: you are smart, you are cared about, you are loved, and don't listen to anyone who thinks it's okay to say disgusting shit like that. You deserve better.

[raconteur-wanpi]

Collection of deeply unfunny Vinsmoke family memes to distract myself. I think I'm loosing my sense of sanity. Sorry.

[princeoxca]

game night

[betaminshitto]

nothing much just bugger setting his grudge aside for a sec

[fern-prairie]

removing the dumbass stupid pirate clown on my feed

[neurotypical-sonic]

do people just not know how boycotting works. or how rallying together to make a difference works. what other examples can I use to make it make sense. okay pretend that someone is fund-raising, and their goal is to make $1000. you may think "man I can only afford to donate $1, and thats such a small amount and it wont make any difference at all, so why bother."

that might be true! $1 isnt a lot of money, and there is very little you can do with $1!! okay, so now pretend that one hundred people who see that post think the exact same thing. "Why bother contributing when what I do makes no difference?" and so none of them contribute that single dollar.

If they all decided "It may not be much, but I can contribute what I can" then suddenly that fundraiser has been given $100. Thats a significant amount of money, and much more than $1!!

do you fucking understand. why is everyone so fucking defeatist. "There is nothing I can do as an individual to make a difference" no one is asking you to single handedly stop wars. People are asking COMMUNITIES to come together to make a difference. Chose to be apart of that community.

Apes together strong. Lets break into Area 51, they cant stop all of us. Whatever fucking slogan that works for you

[crystallizedtwilight]

You've almost convinced me to watch one piece. Almost. More clown man and fam is needed....for research...

[eriochromatic]

winter outing featuring cross guild and company 🌨️🌨️🌨️

[redinthesea]

(He did it on purpose to piss them off specifically) I think the MADS people are easily the most wretched horrible people in this story. They are also, unfortunately, potentially some of funniest. And I wish them nothing but misery for my own entertainment. [Original Post]

[supreme-leader-stoat]

[urgentkettle]

i fear that if left unchecked, Kendrick may start releasing a diss track every 12 hours. By the end of next week we’ll be at 4 a day.

[strangererotica]

EXPLICIT CONTENT | MINORS DNI

Art the Clown x Reader smut | blood, cum play, choking, dubious consent, victim reader, vaginal fingering, rough oral (reader receiving) only read if comfortable consuming dark content

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The last things you should have remembered were the feel of his fingernails digging into your throat, the hot wash of his breath across your face. Your consciousness began to fade, the details of the world around you melting into an inky well of nothingness, of peace. Of Death. But just as you’d grown comfortable in the palm of eternity’s hand, it released you. Hell wouldn’t have you so soon, and neither would Death. Because despite your body’s weary yearnings, the Devil wasn’t finished playing with you yet…

Lurching back to consciousness, your eyes snapped open onto the clown. His black gaze, framed in stark white, carved through your skull like a rusted dagger. His sick smile, painted black, spread wider over his blood-spattered face. You shivered in his grip, his hands still wrapped around your throat, effortlessly pinning you in place against the bathroom wall. Without freeing you in the slightest, the clown removed one hand from your throat and let it drop to his side. He stared at you, unmoving, watching in silent amusement as you writhed under his grip.

Slowly, methodically, the clown dragged his lowered hand along your hip. His fingers played with the plump flesh there, pressing into the softness covering your bones. His touch was curious, experimental; he was studying you. With your back still fixed against the wall, you couldn’t drop your eyes to see what he was doing; but you felt everything. The clown’s hand dipped between your legs, his blood-slicked fingers nestling around the curves of your cunt. In a twisted act of betrayal, your body responded to his touch, your clit pulsing against the clown’s filthy touch.

His smile never wavered, and you found yourself unable to meet his eyes, knowing you’d see your own aroused, shameful expression mirrored in their dark reflection. He teased his fingers between your lips, gently spreading you. The crusted fabric of his gloves scratched just right against your clit, and you found yourself lightly humping at the friction, chasing the stimulation and hating yourself for it all at once. Without warning, he sank two fingers inside you, his eyebrows twitching in delight as you moaned in response. He continued to fuck you, one hand around your throat and the other inside you, till your legs were trembling against the wall he had you pinned against. Warm liquid dripped down your inner thighs, and whether it was blood or cum, you couldn’t have cared less. Growling weakly under the clown’s control, you allowed the sick, forbidden pleasure of his touch to guide you to climax. Bucking on top of his hand, you came with a guttural sob as he continued to hold your throat (and life) in the palm of one hand, and your cunt in the other.

He tore his fingers from inside you, enjoying the way you winced at the sting. Pulling you down by your throat, the clown had you on your knees in front of him. The sound of fabric tearing was followed immediately by a dull pressure filling your ears as the clown shoved his member between your lips. Your vision was blurry, a mix of black and white lurching together in front of you as the clown brutally took your throat for his own pleasure. That feeling of fading returned, consciousness dimming in your peripheral as he once again denied you oxygen. Your eyelids fluttered, gaze drifting upward and meeting his, drops of sweat and blood trickling down his forehead as he fucked you within an inch of life.

Ripping himself suddenly from your throat, the clown threw you onto your stomach. The cold tiled floor stung as your bruised, bare skin made hard contact with it. He ripped at the already-torn fabric of your tank top, exposing your back completely as he crouched over you. Thick, warm drops of semen spattered your skin, the clown panting softly as he relieved himself onto you. Moments later, you felt his fingers gliding over your back, manipulating his release into what felt like curves and shapes on your skin.

The clown rose to his feet over you, admiring his work. You heard him take a step backward, and looked discreetly to see what he was doing. Reaching for a large black garbage bag, the clown slid the knife he’d used to pierce your skin earlier inside it. You felt a rush of hope suddenly, seeing that he chose not to retrieve any new weapons from the bag. He tucked his cock back inside his clothes, the tear he’d made to fuck you visible in the front of his costume. He slung the bag over his shoulder, the metallic clinking of knives and god-knows-what-other kinds of weaponry sending a shiver down your spine, along with his cum growing cold on your back. With a final flash of his sick, wide grin, the clown waved goodbye and left the room.

You waited a good ten minutes to make sure he was really gone before you dared to move. Clutching the sink for support, you shakily lifted yourself upright, your thighs trembling as you willed yourself to stand. You reached for a towel from the dispenser, running it under some warm water and bringing it behind you to clean yourself up. But before you wiped away the cold, jellied cum from your back, you were able to clearly read what the clown had used his fingers to write in it: “A-R-T.”