#danker

[spaciebabie]

Spacie, you are sepia, mustard and moss to me

That might sound contradictory but I can assure you it is not 💜💜💜💜💜💜

naur i get it...........the questionability of it leads 2 Academic Springtrap Thought. it is a wonderful byproduct. a wonderful cycle.

[dolorygloria]

Eyes Wide Open (2009) dir. Haim Tabakman

[madlovenovelist]

Book Review – ‘Free Space’ (#2 Admiral) by Sean Danker

A kidnap, an escape, and a botched date. Genre: Science Fiction No. of pages: 320 I’d impersonated a prince, temporarily stopped a war, escaped a deadly planet, and survived more assassination attempts than I could conveniently count. After all that, there shouldn’t have been anything simpler than a nice weekend with a charming Evagardian girl. However, some corners of the galaxy aren’t as…

[cloud-based-and-rainpilled]

Why would you say this…

crowley introducing human food to aziraphale.. crowley introducing kissing to aziraphale.. if hed chosen any other time any other moment before metatron arrived aziraphale would have reacted the same way, he would have gone all out, thrown himself into it without any second thoughts, drenched himself in the indulgence of kissing crowley until he literally couldnt take any more he would have loved it he would have l o v e d it

[banfan2]

Soo I was bored and randomly remembered about danker beef's existence,soo I looked him up on yt to see if he still makes vids,and apparently he fucking uploaded a nazi edit

Yuck

[stopfunkinwmyheart]

[cerivmarah]

Storm Dankers Commissions

All my commission work that I have done for Storm Dankers! Make sure to check out his YouTube channel! https://www.youtube.com/@StormDankers

[rainonmyhands]

a rare master , an alchemist and artist in one

[spaciebabie]

Cider for the ask game! I'd say moss too but literally the reason I follow you is springtrap so...

i mean at least you're honest

[weeblmaodotcom]

RIGHT MY FELLOW DANKERS NOT VOTE FOR PARISTON VOTE FOR ME INSTEAD #voteforging #antiparistonparty , Meme by Weeblmao.com

[madlovenovelist]

Book Review – ‘Admiral’ (#1 Admiral) by Sean Danker

Secrets, a ghost spaceship, and you’re running out of air… time to fight for your life. Genre: Science Fiction No. of pages: 309 “I was on a dead ship on an unknown planet with three trainees freshly graduated into the Imperial Service. I tried to look on the bright side.” He is the last to wake. The label on his sleeper pad identifies him as an admiral of the Evagardian Empire—a surprise as…

[famoustimesofficial]

Tony Danker’s Departure Leaves Void at Top of UK’s Influential Business Lobby

The departure of Tony Danker from his high-profile position has sent ripples through the upper echelons of the UK’s business landscape. As an influential figure, Danker’s exit leaves a palpable void at the helm of the nation’s influential business lobby.

Danker’s tenure was marked by his unwavering commitment to driving economic growth, fostering innovation, and advocating for sustainable business practices. His departure comes at a crucial juncture when businesses are navigating unprecedented challenges and opportunities.

The void left by Danker’s departure is not merely a personnel change; it signifies the absence of a visionary leader who consistently championed the interests of businesses while keeping a keen eye on societal and environmental responsibilities. His departure prompts questions about the direction the influential business lobby will take in his absence.

The legacy Danker leaves behind is one of impactful leadership, strategic acumen, and a relentless pursuit of progress. His departure serves as a reminder of the significant role individuals play in shaping the trajectory of economies and industries.

As the UK’s business landscape continues to evolve, Danker’s absence will undoubtedly be felt. Yet, his contributions have undoubtedly laid the groundwork for future endeavors, inspiring the next generation of leaders to uphold the values of innovation, sustainability, and responsible business practices.

The departure of a visionary like Tony Danker is not an end but a call to action. It challenges the business community to collectively step up, embrace new ideas, and work towards a future that reflects his passion for growth and positive change. Read More: https://famoustimes.com/tony-dankers-departure-leaves-void-at-top-of-uk/

[fatherryker]

What type of interested does this imply? I do know he’s a complete stalker, so It can’t be uhm..romantic..?

I’m not sure how to feel, I did FEEL a shiver down my spine, does he seriously have some weird fixation on me? His intentions lay with not just the bible…but the man holding it? Ugh…this is a lot, and it’s late…maybe I should just rest.

erm I have a another question... T_T

Who is that person you are interested in?

@fatherryker

[dailyadventureprompts]

Therapy Vs. Power Fantasy

Like a sage delving through cursed tomes to discover lost truths I recently I stumbled into some of the danker corners of the internet and abzorbed some absolutely vile takes. One of the recurring themes that popped up was people with rancid personal beleifs taking aim at the newer generations of TTRPG players (d&d and otherwise) for finding personal meaning or catharsis in their games, and how these new gamers were spoiled children who were getting overinvested.

Of course, they contrasted this "bitch" behavior there's a lot of other mysoginistic, homophobic, and ableist slurs they like to throw in when youtube TOS isn't looking with the badass way they play the game, like they've been doing ever since they were kids, like they still do in their playrooms mancaves away from all those pissbabies and girl feelings.

This got me thinking, specifically about power fantasies, how vunrability relates to art, and how repressed men are terrified of seeming weak, and how the early d&d lore is laregely based around childhood or adolesent fears.

The tie between media illiteracy and conservatism is nothing new. To enjoy art, you have to open yourself to it, to the chance of elation or disapointment or challenge, to let it resonate with you in ways you can't nessisarily predict or control. The fascist conservative only likes art that reinforces who they perceive themselves to be, strokes their ego, and confirms their biases about how the world should be.

It's very telling then that when you see chuds talking shit about younger d&d players, they often throw "therapy" around as an insult, because much in the same way that art can touch something inside you, therapy is about challenging your ingranned self image, toxic ego, and beleifs... all things that chuds consider vital to their sense of self.

This is not to say that a power fantasy can't be theraputic: a good portion of my own writing is about vicariously smashing broken systems and ousting the corruption of the world.. but there's a fundimental difference in the power fantasy of raising your fist against unjust power and the fantasy of being the boot inflicting that power downwards on those you dislike.

What the chuds are trying to do here is use d&d (or whatever OSR itteration they've decided to parasite this week) as a balm for their insecurity, not ask questions about WHY they're scared of being weak, or what strength really is, but to have a space where they can larp as being the ubermench real MEN they've always fallen short of IRL.

They're people who were bullied and ostrasized, and like good little bootlickers they've decided that the only thing wrong with their abuse was that they were the ones on the reciving end. Part of the reason they're so upset that this new generation of players is so "woke" is because the "woke" players refuse to put up with them being assholes, dening them the chance to establish themselves as the new top-rung in the abuser hierarchy.

Also, before I sign off, mad love to my friends in the OSR community, I know you have to put up with an above average number of these dipshits and while you prefer a different style of game to mine I know we're all fighting the good fight for a better, more welcoming TTRPG hobby.

[chicaboom-chic]

Come to Grandpa- Old! Vito Corleone x Reader. 18+

I’m sorry for anyone who read this, I cannot keep the monster inside me contained. 😥

The room smells of mothballs, whisky, and cigarettes. It’s not the worst thing you've ever smelled, but honestly, it dulls the romance in the atmosphere, romance that was already questionable, dry, and devoid of any life.

Speaking of which. You think as the door whips open with a creak, he here is. You can smell and hear him before you see him coming; labored breaths and a musty stench that mingles with the odd aroma already in the air. It makes the small office feel more danker than usual.

“Vito.” You turn around, greeting him with the brightest smile you can muster. He smiles back as he approaches your seat, flashing his yellowish teeth. It takes a while for him to approach you. When he does, you stand up intending to to help him to his seat but he swats your hands away gently, but not before kissing them. You wince. 

Always the gentlemen.

“You look beautiful,” He says as he settles on the other side of the desk. His old eyes rake over your form that is encased in a tight black dress. He licks his lips, dribbling a bit. 

Gross.

“Thank you.” You say out of obligation. Your stomach rolls in disgust. 

Why is it always the old ones?

You make small talk with him for a couple of minutes. You listen to him drone on and on about the grandchildren from his thuggish children. He even holds up a photo of his youngest, Michael, with his child. Now Michael seemed like an interesting man; a rich, attractive, interesting man. 

“How lovely,” You say sweetly. Inside You’re screaming.

Hurry up, old man. 

It takes a while but the Vito finally finishes his yap fest and beckons you over. You stand up instantly and make your way towards him. You sink to your knees in front of him. You unbutton his pants with swift hands and yank down the boxers beneath. You are mildly disappointed to find a half erected cock, it makes work so much harder, but you’ve dealt with worse.

You begin by jerking him off slowly, carefully; wouldn’t want his heart to give in so easily. Vito is soon grunting, and his breaths become even more labored. 

“My dear, please.” Vito coughs.

You roll your eyes, looking down at his hardened cock. Your displeasure and disgust increase tenfold as a wave of what smells like goat's cheese hits you, it is permeating near his withered-up groin, congregating near his wrinkly balls.  The waft hits you in the face. It almost makes you gag. You push down the feeling as your head is simultaneously being pushed towards the tip of his cock.

Oh, Well. Bottoms up.

You swallow his cock completely. The taste of sweat and dried urine floods your mouth.

It doesn’t take too long for Vito to finish, that’s the beauty of sucking off old guys; their stamina is bust. Vito pulls you off before he can finish, and his cum promptly splatters on my face, unpleasant but it’s better than swallowing a load of stringy-cheese sperm. Vito attempts to wipe it off my face but you pull away and wipe it off yourself. 

You allow him to help you up from the floor. He’s musing about how beautiful you are now. It is fueled by the afterglow of his climax and now he won’t shut up about spending a weekend with you in a resort or somewhere tropical. You play along as you open your purse. He places generous wads of cash into your purse. It is the only real joy you derive from this tryst.

 You close the purse with a slam and make an excuse. You practically rush to the door. The taste of sweat and urine lingers in your mouth but at least you’re six thousand dollars richer.

I love to ruin people’s days with my stories. Hehe, hope you enjoyed.