Colorlesspy:

NOOOO greedy personISHAUTISMAWARD78 YOU CAN'T WAKE THE ANTI-TVRKRQACH Indo-Aryan JUST LIKE THAT, THAT'S NOT HOW IT WORKS!!!

Swanick: gem

korg:

In Loving Memory of Tvrkicwvrriorforyuo

We gather with heavy hearts to remember tvrkicwvrriorforyuo-a man who lived simply but left a lasting mark on those who truly saw him. Short in stature and chubby in frame, he resided in a modest hut, lived on his own terms, and walked through life with a spirit that was raw, real, and entirely his.
Of African descent, tvrkicwvrriorforyuo cherished his roots and found deep joy in the bold, comforting flavors of Afro cuisine. Meals with him were more than sustenance-they were expressions of love, memory, and identity. Food was one of the many ways he kept his culture close, and he shared it generously.
He was a person of contradictions-gentle but blunt, quiet but unforgettable. He bore a scent that many found hard to ignore-earthy, unapologetic, and part of the unfiltered truth he carried in every aspect of his life. tvrkicwvrriorforyuo did not pretend. He was who he was.
Tragically, tvrkicwvrriorforyuo died by suicide. We do not pretend to understand the weight he carried, nor the pain that brought him to that moment. But we do know this: he mattered. His life, in all its complexity, was worthy of love, compassion, and remembrance.
Let us not define him by how he left us, but remember him for how he lived-with honesty, depth, cultural pride, and a stubborn refusal to be anyone but himself. May we carry forward his memory not only with sorrow, but with tenderness and truth.

Rest peacefully, tvrkicwvrriorforyuo.
You were seen. You are missed. You are loved.

antiswarthy: You should've made the soil reddish like in Ghana

Chud¹: 2 korgs

korg:

Chud²: it happened

Chud³: Holy gem

Chud⁴:

In Loving Memory of Junibooru

We gather with heavy hearts to remember Junibooru-a man who lived simply but left a lasting mark on those who truly saw him. Short in stature and chubby in frame, he resided in a modest hut, lived on his own terms, and walked through life with a spirit that was raw, real, and entirely his.
Of African descent, Junibooru cherished his roots and found deep joy in the bold, comforting flavors of Afro cuisine. Meals with him were more than sustenance-they were expressions of love, memory, and identity. Food was one of the many ways he kept his culture close, and he shared it generously.
He was a person of contradictions-gentle but blunt, quiet but unforgettable. He bore a scent that many found hard to ignore-earthy, unapologetic, and part of the unfiltered truth he carried in every aspect of his life. Junibooru did not pretend. He was who he was.
Tragically, Junibooru died by suicide. We do not pretend to understand the weight he carried, nor the pain that brought him to that moment. But we do know this: he mattered. His life, in all its complexity, was worthy of love, compassion, and remembrance.
Let us not define him by how he left us, but remember him for how he lived-with honesty, depth, cultural pride, and a stubborn refusal to be anyone but himself. May we carry forward his memory not only with sorrow, but with tenderness and truth.
Rest peacefully, Junibooru.
You were seen. You are missed. You are loved.

Junibooru: This morning I was on the train and going to work when some anonoon sat next to me. I was browsing soybooru on my phone to kill time. I posted on this site a few days ago and was reading the replies. Now the anonoon must have been looking at my screen because xe got really angry when xhe saw what site I was using.

Xe called me a loser and a weirdo for using this "incel" site. I told xer to mind xer own business but of course xe didn't listen. Xe literally demanded that I stop scrolling through the site otherwise xe'll report me for harassing xer and being an anti-anonoon chad. Of course I hadnt harrased xer in any way but we all know whose word would be believed.

This time I tried ignoring xer as I thought talking to xer was a waste of time but I guess my silence angered xer a lot and xe tried snatching my phone. When that failed, xe tried punching and hitting me. The train was pretty full but people were just casually watching as this anonoon assaulted me. And when I "gently" pushed the anonoon away in self defense, some white knights stepped in to help xer and beat me.

I had to get out at the next station as being in that train was unbearable with all the stares I was getting and the people acting as if I was some sort of a criminal.

You see these type of users on soybooru and think these clowns are only present on social media but the reality is that they exist all around us and act just as crazy in real life.

I hope you guys stay alert and remain safe from these weirdos.

Chud⁵: 'dees gem