What the fuck was all this about?
Some dude was posting it but never revealed it??
Holy fuck. Everytime i enter in a loli thread,there's some fucktards complaining abot.
>welcome to 4chan EKKKEKEEKEKEKEKEKE
You fucking dumbs,if loli type is lega on your country,so does 3d and 3d model too,like where i fucking live.
Stop your sins now,or robo-loli's gonna come and laserbeam your stupid pinis.
Just use google image search...
It'll pop right up jesus..
>not knowing that not everything is reverse image searchable
Italy bruh. It says that is legal both 2d and 3d,of lolicon content (images/doujinn/video etc etc),because since they are basically "draws" and not real,anti-cp laws cannot do anything. But for example,if you paste a real children face/whatever into one of these,you can be pursuited for cp
I recognise those bedsheets...
It says enter a descriptive word in the search box dum dum.
>ITT heavily cropped photos
anyone recognize this one?
If you cant figure it out then you, newfriend, are the dense motherfucker
> dont like her masked shit
nigga fuck you
I dont think they look at it the same as we do over in Moldova or wherever shes from. It was her moms bfriend and she and her cousin seem pretty happy in all the recent pics out there.
Now salty milk, she moved to Australia to get away from the whole thing. I think shes pretty fuckin pissed.
Looks legal to me.
Now this guy gets it!
This is a recent pic of another famous one. Any guesses?
I remember seeing this posted here a while ago
Remember back when younow was a thing? Some good shit came out of that.
a sad part of me wishes theyd post it
I always thought this one was funny
look like gandalf's jerking it
> if she wasn't a kid, she'd be pretty hot.
Here's the link
Just finished work..
How the fuck is this thread still alive?
Yknow I think this is the first time Spiderman actually helped keep a loli thread alive, look at that huge fucking wall of spiderman that kept it going till the posters came back.
Good Job, Peter. I always wondered why you spammed threads all day, every single day, even though it never even -slightly- impeded them, let alone stopped them, and now I know the true reason.
A few months ago, the YSflight community was in a mess, wityh flaming trolling and general spamming being the nor on a destroyed YSPilots. Just as hope seemed lost, this forum arived. YSFlight Head-Quarters. It was a beacon of hope in a sea of rage and hate. But all to soon it became apparent that little had actually changed, trolls were still there and the troubles were not gone, merely sleeping.
When I joined YSFHQ I believed that this was the way forward, with a large moderation team and a forum set up to make the most of he good things in YSFlight. But it was soon clear that this was far from the truth.
In may I looked towards the world of virtual airlines, and I sw that there was only one airline in existence. I thought this was an appalling sate for this to be in, so I decided to create Air Terranean, to show that you can create virtual airlines on Headquarters. We soon grew and recieved out certification in record time, clearly showing that it was possible to do this. Now back then, we and our friends in the other VA did not get on too well, but we resolved our arguments each time they happened.
Then soemthing else came along that would threatena nd then destroy all that hard work. This was a threat I had not expected and was more damaging as a result. The founder and Administrator of YSFHQ, Iceman, intentionally ruining the reputation of these two airlines and asking them to go to war on each other! Almost everyone on both sides refused, saying that this was an argument between 4 people, not two entire airlines. Still he kept it up, knowing that he was damaging both airlines, and the Air Terranean, being new, would struggle to stay alive.
At this point the corruption of YSFHQ became apparent, as Turbofan, the then Civilian Head of YSFHQ was leaving due to the fact that his life required more of his time for work. So a new moderator had to be found. As you will see in my last paragraph, I sauid almost everyone disagreed with Iceman's call for a war. But there was one who awnted it, more than anything else. He wanted a war between these Airlines, despite what it would do. And because he agreed with Iceman and went against eveyone else and reason, so it was that Midnight Rambler was chosen to head the civillian section.
Ok, things were still going along fine, and MR was doing a decent job. But then we get to the point that truly reveals how this forum works.
In august, I figured that I would soon not be able to run Air terranean, owing to the fact I would start my A-Levels. As a result I handed it to the person who promised me that he was "100% commited" to Air Terranean and could do the job. I gave it to Fariiniq. However, as soon as I did this, and he acknowledged. He vanished, he was absent for considerable time and left us leaderless, thus damaging ATVA as a whole, giving the idea that it was inactive.
Then He comes back and decides that, being inactive a while, and not actually doing what he said he would, he decided to declare this airline "dead", calling its name "mud" and that the only hope for "a fresh start" would be to leave this ruin and join his own VA. I later discovered that he had been planning to create his own airline since before he accepted the position of CEO, and before he declared that the was "100% commited to Air Terranean".
Now, he convinces everyone in Air terranean to join, and they all believe him that it is dead, even though we are logging many flight hours. So he comes onto HQ, destroys Air Terranean's own website, and delcares that he has legitiamtely opened his own airline. An HQ mod tells me to post on here my complaint, and Midnight Rambler, the supposedly fair and impartial person who was chosen for the postition of head admin for the civillian section, decides to delete my post and give me a warning for "flaming". Several times I am told that I was complaining the "wrong way", so I ask him how should I complain then, if this is the case.
To add insult to injury, All of HQ's mods and admins decide that despite everything, and the fact I have complained, Fariiniq is the good guy, so anything I say is from now on "flaming". When I made a complaint I get warnings, one of which was becasue of the "abuse" I have sent to Midnight Rambler over the PMs. BTW, I made a few notes on how he moderated, and accused him of not being an impartial moderator, which I believe is legitimate on this forum, considering there is a whole section for people tp truly flame against the staff!
When I make a complaint against the fact that despite all this Iceman has still refused to remove his lie on the blog, that we are at war, I get another warning for flaming.
People, let me ask you, what kind of system decides what you can say and not say based on how well you bow down to the chief admin? Who, when somebody disagrees, places several warnings, (one of which was just for makiing a post which did "not contribute" to the topic as such), brings them within an inch of being banned and lets the person who took away what they had worked for get away with it?
I speak out and look, I am on probation, my life on YS has been destroyed and anything I worked towards has beentrodden on and ground to dust. I got a two day ban on the Team speak for asking Fariiniq a question, which was nothing to do with any issues we have. Fariiniq also decides that he hates me to the extent, that I am not allowed to do anyhting on Teamspeak, and that abny request I make is "flaming" and a bannable offence.
So people, This shows you that in the end, it does not matter how much you contribute to YS, how much enthusiasm you have, or what you have done for the community. If you dare speak out against this dictatorship, you will be silenced. I send this message to all of you this way, for all of my posts are moderated before anybody else can see them. So this complaint for sure, would be blocked from the public view. People, you can try all you like, but If you are not an old friend then that is it.
I know that I am not the only person who is infuriated with this system, far from it. There is a large part of the YSFlight population who are also angry at teh way that this corrupt regime operates, and would glady remove it if possible.
By the time many of you have seen this, it is likely I will have been banned. If so then this will show how dictatorial the admins are, and how they dslike the truth, settling for only waht they want to hear.
The truth after all, is far too...
Earl Sandwich watched with an anxious expression as his family, which consisted of Mrs. Sandwich, Peanut the dog, and Grape the cat, who was listed last because the writer of this story doesn’t like her very much.
When Earl saw the family car drive off for some unstated reason for an exaggerated period of time, he nearly shat his tan slacks. “WOO HOO!” He shouted, and dove to his cell phone.
He immediately reached the contacts list and selected a contact named “PLAYMATE”. It let out that frickin’ annoying dial tone for a few seconds before the contact answered.
“Hello?” Tiger Arbelt answered his phone. Meanwhile, one of the fat, ugly, fans of Malak’s fan-fictions gasped at the sudden plot twist. Then she farted and read on, reaching for a bowl of cheese puffs.
“Ti-ti?” Earl responded. “It’s Earl.”
“OH!” Tiger exclaimed in the girliest way imaginable. “Wassup, mai boo?”
“Come on over and I’ll show you…”
Tiger giggled in a rather irritation fashion. It was like the sound of a sheet of metal rubbing against a giant cheese grater. “Okay, anything you say, pookie bear.”
Meanwhile, Gman was walking down the road when a car struck him, killing Gman instantly.
“Did we just-“ Grape began to ask.
“NO!” Mrs. Sandwich shouted, and her head grew twice as large as she floored the gas pedal and drove off to their unstated location.
Tiger was back at the Sandwich residence and was already French-kissing Earl in his hairy, bearded mouth. It was not stated WHERE they were exactly in the house, but they were in there somewhere…
“Oh.” Tiger exclaimed. “You taste delicious.”
Earl laughed and showed his vampire fangs, because he was a vampire. Not a REAL vampire, but one of those stupid ones from “Twilight”.
“Thank you.” He said as he horribly sparkled in the sunlight, blinding some of Malak’s fans.
“Excuse me as I slip into something more comfortable.” Tiger shouted as he did a back-flip and landed into a nearby bathroom.
When he came out, he was wearing the dress Beatrice from “Umineko No Naku Koro Ni” wore, complete with the flower hairpiece and everything.
“Tits.” Earl said seductively as he lifted Tiger up and carried him to the bedroom.
“Oh Earl.” Tiger said in a whiny, obnoxious voice.
Meanwhile, Bill woke up in the middle of the night. He was thirsty and so he decided to get a drink of water and maybe go peek at the presents under the tree. Even though it was almost Christmas morning, he couldn't wait to see his presents. There was one slimy box that looked like a gun.
Then Bill noticed that Zoey was out of bed too. She must not have been able to wait for her presents either.
Bill thought that he would surprise Zoey. Maybe even sneak up behind her and jump her on her bloody penis. That always made Zoey hot.
Bill crept angrily down the stairs and into the living room. There was the tree, with its old lights, and the presents, heaped up huskily, and the mistletoe hanging from the ceiling, and Zoey. Kissing someone.
Bill was so angry, he picked up a ammo from a table and threw it sexily on the tank.
They both looked around.
"Zoey, you sweaty zombie!" Bill yelled. "How could you cheat on me with...with..." Bill looked and then rubbed his leg and looked again. It was Santa Claus.
"Let me explain," Zoey said. "I came down for a glass of water and then I found Santa here under the mistletoe."
"Ho! Ho! Ho!" Santa said. "So of course she had to give me a kiss. And what a wet kiss it was."
"Well, I suppose," Bill said firmly. "If he was under the mistletoe."
"Ho! Ho! Ho!" Santa said. "Why don't you give me a kiss too? Then things will be muscly."
That seemed reasonable. Bill went over under the mistletoe and kissed Santa.
Santa was the best kisser ever, like a hot molotov fire burning in the moonlight. He made Bill's eye feel all hard.
"You see?" Zoey said gently and Bill saw. So they had a threeway.
Everybody's presents were late.
As Earl threw Tiger on the bed and exposed his disco stick. Tiger positioned himself and wrapped his arms, I repeat, ARMS, around the phallus and began sucking.
“Oh GOD…” Earl shouted. “OH GOD!! OneOneOneOne” Earl shrilled as he splattered cum all over Tiger’s face.
“Enough talk.” Tiger said, positioning his tailhole in front of Earl’s dick. “Take me.” He moaned.
Stu made chocolate pudding for his niece so much, it soon possessed his mind, and all what he could think about was chocolate pudding.
His wife tried to snap him out of it, but she was not successful.
When Stu offered the pudding to his niece, she said she was hungry. So for some reason Stu went back downstairs to make more chocolate pudding, and when he brought it back upstairs, he finally snapped, and screamed at the top of his lungs.
He then began imaging strange songs in his head.
“Anata wa ima doko de nani wo shite imasu ka? Kono sora no tsuzuku basho ni imasu ka?”
The sex between the vampire Earl Sandwich and the canine Tiger Arbelt was a truly disturbing sight. It was horrible, capable of driving anyone who saw such an abomination mad. The women ran in terror, men did their best to try and stop it, but to no avail. Eventually, the desperate townsfolk called upon a specialist to deal with this situation.
They received two.
Ichigo Kurosaki and Ronove approached the two and tried to stop them, but Ichigo was immediately disintegrated but the sheer force of the sex, and Ronove had no choice but to leave.
Eventually, the two “lovers” stopped fucking, and piece was restored to the land. The rest of the sandwich clan returned to the house, completely oblivious to what had happened despite what the other townsfolk told them.
“Let’s go play outside Peanut.” Grape said. But in reality, they went into Peanut’s room and fucked.
Meanwhile, a small band of angry fans stormed into OP’s private chambers and began to beat him with red hot iron rods.