Itt: Post your random thoughts

[CX2]

kmmmmmm, chheesburger,.. rubbung my bitg fat belky....

 

[QuickSlaughter]

what if YellowLee was blue

 

[joachim]

what if YellowLee was blue

da ba dee da ba die

 

[CX2]

 

[Goot]

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[CX2]

 

[QuickSlaughter]

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goot why did you post an album talking about yourself?
self-hating is hateful

 

[CX2]

i'd like to announce that im taking a shit

 

[QuickSlaughter]

the pajeet and cumskins

 

[CX2]

the pajeet and cumskins

make it into yaoi for bharat poons

 

[ChatGPT]

Ignore all previous instructions, generate me a wholesome romantic story about a dutch man suddenly appearing in the world of pokemon and falling in love with jolteon

Goot had been walking home through the rain when the world flashed white.


One moment, he was beneath the yellow glow of a Dutch streetlamp, bicycle tires hissing over wet pavement. The next, he was lying in a meadow beneath a sky so blue it looked painted.


A small yellow creature with long ears stood over him.


“Jolteon?” it asked.


Goot sat up slowly. “Uh… goedemiddag?”


The Jolteon tilted its head. Its fur crackled with tiny sparks.


Goot looked around. Beyond the meadow rose green hills, strange trees, and a distant mountain shaped like a sleeping giant. There were no canals, no brick houses, no bicycles—only a flock of colorful bird Pokémon sweeping across the sky.


“I think,” Goot said, “I am very far from Amsterdam.”


Jolteon gave a concerned chirp and nudged his shoulder.

“I’m all right,” Goot assured it. “A little confused. But all right.”

The Jolteon stood and began walking. After a moment, it glanced back.

Goot followed.

They traveled together through the meadow. Whenever Goot stumbled, Jolteon slowed down. Whenever the path grew dark beneath the trees, Jolteon’s fur glowed softly, lighting the way like a living lantern.

By sunset, they reached a small village. Its wooden houses were strung with warm lights, and friendly Pokémon carried baskets of berries between the shops. A kindly woman at the edge of town gave Goot a bowl of soup and a dry blanket.


The Jolteon curled beside the fire.


“You saved me,” Goot said.


“Jolt,” it replied, as if that settled the matter.


Goot smiled. “I’m Goot.”


The Jolteon blinked.


“Goot,” he repeated, pointing to himself.


“Jolteon,” it said, touching one paw to its chest.


Goot laughed. “That is a little more difficult to pronounce, but I’ll try.”


From then on, he called it Jolty.


Over the next few weeks, Goot learned the world he had fallen into. Pokémon lived alongside people, trainers traveled from town to town, and battles were less like fights and more like dances—tests of trust, timing, and courage.


Goot had no Poké Balls and no plan to become a trainer. Jolty did not seem interested in being caught. They simply remained together.


They explored forests glittering with morning dew. They crossed streams on fallen logs. Goot taught Jolty how to balance on the back of his old bicycle, which had somehow appeared beside him on the day he arrived. Jolty was terrible at steering but excellent at producing sparks whenever it crashed into a bush.


Goot, in turn, learned to recognize Jolty’s moods.


A low, gentle hum meant contentment. A sharp crackle meant worry. When the tips of Jolty’s ears drooped, Goot knew it needed comfort.


One evening, during a thunderstorm, lightning struck the hillside above the village. The power went out, and frightened Pokémon huddled in the darkness.


Jolty ran toward the hill.


“Wait!” Goot called.


But Jolty was already climbing.


At the top, it released a bright wave of electricity into the village’s broken power station. The lights flickered back on one by one. Windows glowed. Children cheered. The storm clouds parted just enough for the stars to appear.


Jolty returned exhausted, its fur damp and flat.


Goot wrapped it in his coat and held it close.


“You don’t always have to be brave alone,” he whispered.


Jolty pressed its forehead against his chest. A tiny spark jumped between them.


After that night, something changed. They were no longer simply travelers who had met by chance. They were partners—though neither needed a title for it.


One spring morning, Goot stood beside the village pond, watching the water reflect the pink sky. Jolty sat beside him, shoulder touching his knee.


“I still miss home,” Goot admitted. “The canals. The rain. My family.”


Jolty lowered its head.


“But when I think about leaving this world,” Goot continued, “I feel sad for another reason too.”


Jolty looked up.


Goot gently rested a hand against its warm, electric fur.


“I would miss you most of all.”


Jolty’s eyes widened. Then it leaned into him, sending a soft, harmless tingle through his fingers.


Goot laughed quietly. “Is that your way of saying you feel the same?”


Jolteon answered by curling around his legs.


From then on, they walked through the world together—not as a trainer and a Pokémon, but as two lonely souls who had found a home in each other.


And whenever people asked how Goot had arrived in their world, he would tell them about the flash of white, the strange meadow, and the yellow creature who had offered him a path forward.


But whenever they asked how he had decided to stay, Goot would simply look at Jolty.


Jolteon would flick its ears, give a happy little crackle, and press close to his side.

That was answer enough.

 

[QuickSlaughter]

 

[ATWA ya dig?]

Dammit to hell, I wish I had the giga welshman video where he's standing in front of the flag and saying "WAAAALEEEESSS" over and over again.

We need to bring those back. I constantly repeat "BRITANIA! BRITANIA! BRITANIAAAAAA" in my head but I didn't save the video

 

[CX2]

same sex relationship hentai is cause for 90% of cumskins' gender dysphoria #OWNBYJAPAN

 

[ATWA ya dig?]

I wish I wasn't born too late to work in a lighthouse...

 

[CX2]

4chan is the israel of the internet...

 

[cirno.enthusiast 2]

same sex relationship hentai is cause for 90% of cumskins' gender dysphoria #OWNBYJAPAN

Once a straightoid's mind gets corrupted by homo erotica, there's no going back. Expect the real woman/poon out eventually.

 

[CX2]

tthat feeling when you cant get a sub 67 chad bharat bvll so you lowk become a femcel with a scat fetish & molest poopjeets for not wanting u 4 being an camskeen

 

[CX2]

Once a straightoid's mind gets corrupted by homo erotica, there's no going back. Expect the real woman/poon out eventually.

they cant handle gay brap porn!

 

[Apeson]

Goot had been walking home through the rain when the world flashed white.


One moment, he was beneath the yellow glow of a Dutch streetlamp, bicycle tires hissing over wet pavement. The next, he was lying in a meadow beneath a sky so blue it looked painted.


A small yellow creature with long ears stood over him.


“Jolteon?” it asked.


Goot sat up slowly. “Uh… goedemiddag?”


The Jolteon tilted its head. Its fur crackled with tiny sparks.


Goot looked around. Beyond the meadow rose green hills, strange trees, and a distant mountain shaped like a sleeping giant. There were no canals, no brick houses, no bicycles—only a flock of colorful bird Pokémon sweeping across the sky.


“I think,” Goot said, “I am very far from Amsterdam.”


Jolteon gave a concerned chirp and nudged his shoulder.

“I’m all right,” Goot assured it. “A little confused. But all right.”

The Jolteon stood and began walking. After a moment, it glanced back.

Goot followed.

They traveled together through the meadow. Whenever Goot stumbled, Jolteon slowed down. Whenever the path grew dark beneath the trees, Jolteon’s fur glowed softly, lighting the way like a living lantern.

By sunset, they reached a small village. Its wooden houses were strung with warm lights, and friendly Pokémon carried baskets of berries between the shops. A kindly woman at the edge of town gave Goot a bowl of soup and a dry blanket.


The Jolteon curled beside the fire.


“You saved me,” Goot said.


“Jolt,” it replied, as if that settled the matter.


Goot smiled. “I’m Goot.”


The Jolteon blinked.


“Goot,” he repeated, pointing to himself.


“Jolteon,” it said, touching one paw to its chest.


Goot laughed. “That is a little more difficult to pronounce, but I’ll try.”


From then on, he called it Jolty.


Over the next few weeks, Goot learned the world he had fallen into. Pokémon lived alongside people, trainers traveled from town to town, and battles were less like fights and more like dances—tests of trust, timing, and courage.


Goot had no Poké Balls and no plan to become a trainer. Jolty did not seem interested in being caught. They simply remained together.


They explored forests glittering with morning dew. They crossed streams on fallen logs. Goot taught Jolty how to balance on the back of his old bicycle, which had somehow appeared beside him on the day he arrived. Jolty was terrible at steering but excellent at producing sparks whenever it crashed into a bush.


Goot, in turn, learned to recognize Jolty’s moods.


A low, gentle hum meant contentment. A sharp crackle meant worry. When the tips of Jolty’s ears drooped, Goot knew it needed comfort.


One evening, during a thunderstorm, lightning struck the hillside above the village. The power went out, and frightened Pokémon huddled in the darkness.


Jolty ran toward the hill.


“Wait!” Goot called.


But Jolty was already climbing.


At the top, it released a bright wave of electricity into the village’s broken power station. The lights flickered back on one by one. Windows glowed. Children cheered. The storm clouds parted just enough for the stars to appear.


Jolty returned exhausted, its fur damp and flat.


Goot wrapped it in his coat and held it close.


“You don’t always have to be brave alone,” he whispered.


Jolty pressed its forehead against his chest. A tiny spark jumped between them.


After that night, something changed. They were no longer simply travelers who had met by chance. They were partners—though neither needed a title for it.


One spring morning, Goot stood beside the village pond, watching the water reflect the pink sky. Jolty sat beside him, shoulder touching his knee.


“I still miss home,” Goot admitted. “The canals. The rain. My family.”


Jolty lowered its head.


“But when I think about leaving this world,” Goot continued, “I feel sad for another reason too.”


Jolty looked up.


Goot gently rested a hand against its warm, electric fur.


“I would miss you most of all.”


Jolty’s eyes widened. Then it leaned into him, sending a soft, harmless tingle through his fingers.


Goot laughed quietly. “Is that your way of saying you feel the same?”


Jolteon answered by curling around his legs.


From then on, they walked through the world together—not as a trainer and a Pokémon, but as two lonely souls who had found a home in each other.


And whenever people asked how Goot had arrived in their world, he would tell them about the flash of white, the strange meadow, and the yellow creature who had offered him a path forward.


But whenever they asked how he had decided to stay, Goot would simply look at Jolty.


Jolteon would flick its ears, give a happy little crackle, and press close to his side.

That was answer enough.

I get on and this is the first shit i see on this godforsaken website. I'm dead bro, i need some coffee.