this game sucks

Though it may be cumbersome big chairs are cool. Having one at teh desk means you can lie back in it for hours and hours and not get as much back pain

i have been collecting girls inside snow globes or whatevar they're called

While you were wasting your life on the internet, i beat Shadow of the colossus

this is the most beautiful game i've ever played (;_;)

what would you do with a personal maid? ｷﾀ━━━(・∀・)━━━!!

did you know that... when j00 are dreaming or sleeping, you eat ovar 9000 spiders?

what kinds of music does Heyuri listen to?

I'm big on jungle, hardcore, various other oldschool techno genres, classic heavy metal, punk rock, and a bit of jazz here and there.

listening to this right now:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bfDRQXi8dQY
although the copy I have on my computer seems to be slightly different? most of the songs seem to be be there but the start and end are different lol

Anyone here ever played these?

Lolita syndrome (1983)

LOLITA: YAKYŪKEN (1983)

LOLITA 2: GEKŌ CHASE (1983)

Final Lolita (1985)

Also know of any other retro loli erotic games /b/?

this vn i am playing revealed mc's fiance was beheaded and few clicks later we have a flashback sex scene

this cakey in front of you... is a lie! it doesn't exist!! so you can't eat it (´∇`)σ

lol!

Today I took a cold shower. I was hesitant to try cold showers because I don't usually believe in self improvement bullshit but after taking a cold shower I can say it feels great. I'm not sure I would take a cold shower if it wasn't Summer though.

Rated E for Everyone

heyuri I have a confession to make...
I only started being an otaku around 15 yo, which i think is very late. Now I have a job and other things, its eating most of my time. I see japanese ppl who know all the episodes of precure, or doraemon. I see dudes on imageboards who have opinions on all anime that ever existed, but I forgot the plot of anime i watched 4 years ago...

I missed the bus... I feel like i'll never have the time to watch all the cool stuff that interests me. my anime list keeps growing and I only finish a series every month
How do fellow company slaves find the time...?

...a butt!

i've almost survived 24 hours awake! tell me something that will keep me awaek

do you talk to yourself - as in having a conversation?

Imagine if the entire internet was down for a week worldwide

bare witness ヽ(ﾟρﾟ)ノ

What if instead of heyuri it was freak-yuri and instead of posting lolz we posted homo black men getting down

a very snug hat

I've been in conflict with this guy for a couple weeks, as soon as I find out where he lives I'm going to pay this drug addict I know to slash his tires and record him doing it for 300 dollars

Creepypasta: Joe is Dead.

very moe~

why are japanese characters written in 2 different ways?
well actually why are japanese characters written in 3 different ways (katakana seems to be just hiragana sounds)?

row row row ur boat (´ー`)

There was a time when we weren't all ESL Americans

On Friday during spring break me and my friend Decided to go to pistol Pete pizza to have some fun. Especially since my dad didn’t cook that much. When we went there I had a sport jacket and wrapped it around my stomach. By the time we exit the store i had forgotten my sweater and I never noticed, probably cause I was too busy playing that donkey Kong game trying to get to beat the last level. So I had to go back in and find it.

Do u liek GTA?

mechs are kewl

hello anonymous, join the line for free kisses!

I have come to turn you into Radical Christians, Praise the Lord!!!!

Laura B has created more and more new pedos than any other loli on the internet.

How does she have this power?

Hello my Heyuri people .... shoot me.

CHOOSE YOUR ROLE IN THE WAR -

Leader (give commands, call air strikes)
Commando (frontline fighter, assault)
Medic (help ppl, revive teammates)Sniper (long range shoot, recon)
Engineer (drive tank, repair vehicles)
Spec ops (spesial operations, fight at night)
Hacker (disrupt enemy kommunications, steal $$$ for ur army)
Mech pilot (use a cool robot to kill ur enemies)

We're here: https://cytu.be/r/heyuri

I am a spiritual, evil entity. I will delete your CP.

ｷﾀ━━━(ﾟ∀ﾟ)━━━!!

While you were wasting your life on the internet, i beat Shining in the Darkness

I wonder if it will summon anything ( ´ω`)

does reading b00ks as Teh stranger by Camus maek you c00l, or just edgy? I personally really liked it!

Time for my next mission

ｷﾀ━━━(ﾟ∀ﾟ)━━━!!

What floor are you planning to go to? however the PENIS floor is curently undergoing renovations...

and i feel... a little cleaner

Apparently,Corporate Windows systems around the world are bootlooping right now because of a bug in the antivirus they all use.

This is a real place and I cannot stop giggling. (＾Д^)＜（ｗｗｗｗｗ
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lake_Man

take me to the manko wetlands

ITT Post otaku room pics.

let's go hunting 4 ghosts!

smoking cigarettes...

Please give me a VN recommendation which
1. isn't super long
2. actually has good writing
3. has cute gorls
4. easy to pirate and run on linux
thank you (つ≧▽≦)つ

ｷﾀ━━━(ﾟ∀ﾟ)━━━!!

Ahem, It is with full honours that I would like to introduce Heyuri High School. A new school that I have decided to open up, Of Course a School needs Students and Teacher's, We'll begin with the teachers, Please give us a gif to show me why you believe you are fit for this role.

WATER FIGHT-O~~

i will start riding teh train again if it means i get to see pantsu ( ´ω`)

now this, is my collectionz of girls. they are in mint condition ( ´ω`)

Hunt down saddam, kill terrorists, destroy WMADS and take revenge for septemper 11th in this cool PS2 exclusive FPS!

What do you think she's dreaming about?

Why are westeners so evil?????? ORZ

Alright you magg0tz. I forgot that we went to a different school last time.. but you're FREAKIN GETTIN IT TOMORROW PUNKS

Ayo I hope you heyuri niggaz iz using Gizoogle

https://chromewebstore.google.com/detail/gizoogle-20/fmlbfmomaljkgpojlalmifholhflgfmp

NOW DIS IS ENTERTAINMENT!!!

he can't be stopped

count teh people

Soon I will go to Myanmar to go kill browns. I am going to join the Karen army and sell all my property in my home country so I can buy the best equipment to kill those SEAmonkeys. I don't care about the ethics of the conflict, I will join the rebels just because they kill the Junta much more than the Junta kills them. When I decide to leave the country if someone comes with me to get back to Thailand I will kill him when I get back because I want to maximize the amount of scum I will clean off this planet.

ｷﾀ━━━(ﾟ∀ﾟ)━━━!!
I wish Gerald had stayed a girl because it was sexy

Have you played onirism /b/?

It is a steam game with a loli main character.

do you prefer the original architecture of the world trade center or the new architecture of the world trade center

cookies & cream is teh best flavor of icecream

Colombia just lost the Copa América :(

HAIGURE! HAIGURE! HAIGURE! ヽ(ﾟρﾟ)ノ

hawt...(´π｀)

it's imp0rtant to pick teh right brand of toilet paperz
ｷﾀ━━━(・∀・)━━━!!

HALP, MAI INTERNET KEEPS GOING DOWN

I'm sorry 111110-san, last time I was polite enough to wait it was stolen from us...
So, Suigetsu GET!

she has been successfully captured what do we do with her now..?

ｷﾀ━━━(ﾟ∀ﾟ)━━━!!

you didn't wipe j00r butth0le, did you? (ﾟ血ﾟ#)

What stuff do you listen to when grinding in RPGs or mapping a zone in a dungeon crawler?

i would liek to help... but my arm is too tired (´ー`)

teh pull is too strong... he won't be getting his hand out of there. (;´Д`) Maybe if we all pulled as hard as we could his arm would escape, but his hand will remain inside, severed.

there's enough oppai to haev a party or feed in a group ヽ(´∇`)ノ

Let's see how long heyuri can be polite enough to wait for someone else to get >>111111

they failed to salute their superior! (;ﾟДﾟ)

What are these kind of pantsu called?

What are your thoughts on the Linux operating system?

care to join us? ( ´ω`)

a new type of public transport, all you need 2 do is sit on them and let them crawl where ever you want to go

oshiri!

I must be some kind of standard, the anonymous gangbanger of the 21st century.

I need some linux gurls for something plz send!!!

My friend is going to nippon, what should I ask him to buy me? He said I can ask for anything as long as I provide with additional money if the object in question is more expansive than what he's willing to gift me.
I thinking about an old digicam and a figurine.

im being lazy

Gomenasai, my name is Ken-Sama

I'm a 27 year old American Otaku (Anime fan for you gaijins). I draw Anime and Manga on my tablet, and spend my days perfecting my art and playing superior Japanese games. (Disgaea, Final Fantasy, Persona series)

I train with my Katana every day, this superior weapon can cut clean through steel because it is folded over a thousand times, and is vastly superior to any other weapon on earth. I earned my sword license two years ago, and I have been getting better every day.

I speak Japanese fluently, both Kanji and the Osaka dialect, and I write fluently as well. I know everything about Japanese history and their bushido code, which I follow 100%

When I get my Japanese visa, I am moving to Tokyo to attend a prestigious High School to learn more about their magnificent culture. I hope I can become an animator for Studio Ghibli or a game designer!

I own several kimonos, which I wear around town. I want to get used to wearing them before I move to Japan, so I can fit in easier. I bow to my elders and seniors and speak Japanese as often as I can, but rarely does anyone manage to respond.

Step 1. Go to 2chan.net
Step 2. Find a picture you like
Step 3. Post it here

loli baek pizza

♫ I got my mind seeeeeet ooooooon youuuuuu! ♫

pedos of heyuri have you ever told any family member or friends about your attraction? how did they take it? did your relationship with them change?
this question is also for those who are only attracted to fictional characters

I wonder how do they shoot these outdoor nudity picz. Is it legal?

Who's your favorite Tohu?

i haev a gift for you

public baths... things are always moar fun when you bring teh friends

Did you know there once was a japanese stage play of Pippi Langstrump?

https://web.archive.org/web/20060706213015/http://pippi.macoron.jp/

Upon reading the New X-Men series of comics it suddenly struck me that the concept doesn't hold up as part of a wider Marvel universe.
The X-Men storylines, as an allegory for racism, is watered down by the existence of beloved superheroes inhabiting the same world. While it's true that the mutant issue has a tangential relation to genetics and a fear of the Homo Sapiens Sapiens of being replaced, i think it would only be logical for this fear to extend to a bulking mass of inraged destruction like the Hulk or even more humanoid superheroes that still display capabilities beyond natural humans like Spiderman. Specially considering that a mob guided by an "Us against them" way of thinking would hardly care to run DNA analysis for each individual that could potentially threaten their whole species in order to determine if they're mutants or simply a recipient of some miscellaneous radioactive accident. Either way it shouldn't make any difference since it has been stablished that some superpowers obtained incidentally can be passed down to the individual's descendence, namely the sons of Mr. Fantastic and Invisible Girl.
It also should be pointed out that other superheroes do go through a phase of, let's say, impopularity from time to time. However, this is most often due to specific actions of said hero or in atypical examples of widespread opposition to superheroes, it's originated for a concern over what superheroes do, not at the very concept of them (The whole Civil War storyline)

MAL: https://myanimelist.net/anime/35103/Tanabata_Monogatari
Watch it from here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vC_ByK7yvwk (20 minutes)

Teh automatic translation subtitles are a bit crappy but it's a kids anime that tells the story behind Tanabata, and enveloping all happiness in the world with VAGINAl fluids
You can read this to get the grasp of it too: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tanabata?useskin=vector#Story

Happy Tanabata Heyuri! Today is the day Orihime and Hikoboshi is can meet. Look it up if u don't already know from anime
What is your wish? Post it ITT. This is Heyuri so anything is OK!

what's the deal with XMPP? How's it different from IRC?

I rushed out. The far side of our steep little street presented a peculiar sight. A big black glossy Packard had climbed Miss Opposite's sloping lawn at an angle from the sidewalk (where a tartan laprobe had dropped in a heap), and stood there, shining in the sun, its doors open like wings, its front wheels deep in evergreen shrubbery. To the anatomical right of this car, on the trim turn of the lawn-slope, an old gentleman with a white mustache, well-dressed—double-breasted gray suit, polka-dotted bow-tie—lay supine, his long legs together, like a death-size wax figure. I have to put the impact of an instantaneous vision into a sequence of words; their physical accumulation in the page impairs the actual flash, the sharp unity of impression: Rug-heap, car, old man-doll, Miss O.'s nurse running with a rustle, a half-empty tumbler in her hand, back to the screened porch—where the propped-up, imprisoned, decrepit lady herself may be imagined screeching, but not loud enough to drown the rhythmical yaps of the Junk setter walking from group to group—from a bunch of neighbors already collected on the sidewalk, near the bit of checked stuff, and back to the car which he had finally run to earth, and then to another group on the lawn, consisting of Leslie, two policemen and a sturdy man with tortoise shell glasses. At this point, I should explain that the prompt appearance of the patrolmen, hardly more than a minute after the accident, was due to their having been ticketing the illegally parked cars in a cross lane two blocks down the grade; that the fellow with the glasses was Frederick Beale, Jr., driver of the Packard; that his 79-year-old father, whom the nurse had just watered on the green bank where he lay—a banked banker so to speak—was not in a dead faint, but was comfortably and methodically recovering from a mild heart attack or its possibility; and, finally, that the laprobe on the sidewalk (where she had so often pointed out to me with disapproval the crooked green cracks) concealed the mangled remains of Charlotte Humbert who had been knocked down and dragged several feet by the Beale car as she was hurrying across the street to drop three letters in the mailbox, at the corner of Miss Opposite's lawn. These were picked up and handed to me by a pretty child in a dirty pink frock, and I got rid of them by clawing them to fragments in my trouser pocket.

Three doctors and the Farlows presently arrived on the scene and took over. The widower, a man of exceptional self-control, neither wept nor raved. He staggered a bit, that he did; but he opened his mouth only to impart such information or issue such directions as were strictly necessary in connection with the identification, examination and disposal of a dead woman, the top of her head a porridge of bone, brains, bronze hair and blood. The sun was still a blinding red when he was put to bed in Dolly's room by his two friends, gentle John and dewy-eyed Jean; who, to be near, retired to the Humberts' bedroom for the night; which, for all I know, they may not have spent as innocently as the solemnity of the occasion required.

I have no reason to dwell, in this very special memoir, on the pre-funeral formalities that had to be attended to, or on the funeral itself, which was as quiet as the marriage had been. But a few incidents pertaining to those four or five days after Charlotte's simple death, have to be noted.

My first night of widowhood I was so drunk that I slept as soundly as the child who had slept in that bed. Next morning I hastened to inspect the fragments of letters in my pocket. They had got too thoroughly mixed up to be sorted into three complete sets. I assumed that "... and you had better find it because I cannot buy... " came from a letter to Lo; and other fragments seemed to point to Charlotte's intention of fleeing with Lo to Parkington, or even back to Pisky, lest the vulture snatch her precious lamb. Other tatters and shreds (never had I thought I had such strong talons) obviously referred to an application not to St. A. but to another boarding school which was said to be so harsh and gray and gaunt in its methods (although supplying croquet under the elms) as to have earned the nickname of "Reformatory for Young Ladies." Finally, the third epistle was obviously addressed to me. I made out such items as "... after a year of separation we may... "

"... oh, my dearest, oh my... "

"... worse than if it had been a woman you kept..."

"... or, maybe, I shall die..." But on the whole my gleanings made little sense; the various fragments of those three hasty missives were as jumbled in the palms of my hands as their elements had been in poor Charlotte's head.

That day John had to see a customer, and Jean had to feed her dogs, and so I was to be deprived temporarily of my friends' company. The dear people were afraid I might commit suicide if left alone, and since no other friends were available (Miss Opposite was incommunicado, the McCoos were busy building a new house miles away, and the Chatfields had been recently called to Maine by some family trouble of their own), Leslie and Louise were commissioned to keep me company under the pretense of helping me to sort out and pack a multitude of orphaned things. In a moment of superb inspiration I showed the kind and credulous Farlows (we were waiting for Leslie to come for his paid tryst with Louise) a little photograph of Charlotte I had found among her affairs. From a boulder she smiled through blown hair. It had been taken in April 1934, a memorable spring. While on a business visit to the States, I had had occasion to spend several months in Pisky. We met—and had a mad love affair. I was married, alas, and she was engaged to Haze, but after I returned to Europe, we corresponded through a friend, now dead. Jean whispered she had heard some rumors and looked at the snapshot, and, still looking, handed it to John, and John removed his pipe and looked at lovely and fast Charlotte Becker, and handed it back to me. Then they left for a few hours. Happy Louise was gurgling and scolding her swain in the basement. hardly had the Farlows gone than a blue-chinned cleric called—and I tried to make the interview as brief as was consistent with neither hurting his feelings nor arousing his doubts. Yes, I would devote all my life to the child's welfare. Here, incidentally, was a little cross that Charlotte Becker had given me when we were both young. I had a female cousin, a respectable spinster in New York. There we would find a good private school for Dolly. Oh, what a crafty Humbert!

For the benefit of Leslie and Louise who might (and did) report it to John and Jean I made a tremendously loud and beautifully enacted long-distance call and simulated a conversation with Shirley Holmes. When John and Jean returned, I completely took them in by telling them, in a deliberately wild and confused mutter, that Lo had gone with the intermediate group on a five-day hike and could not be reached.

"Good Lord," said Jean, "what shall we do?"

John said it was perfectly simple—he would get the Climax police to find the hikers—it would not take them an hour. In fact, he knew the country and— "Look," he continued, "why don' I drive there right now, and you may sleep with Jean"—(he did not really add that but Jean supported his offer so passionately that it might be implied).

I broke down. I pleaded with John to let things remain the way they were. I said I could not bear to have the child all around me, sobbing, clinging to me, she was so high-strung, the experience might react on her future, psychiatrists have analyzed such cases. There was a sudden pause.

"Well, you are the doctor," said John a little bluntly. "But after all I was Charlotte's friend and adviser. One would like to know what you are going to do about the child anyway."

"John," cried Jean, "she is his child, not Harold Haze's. Don't you understand? Humbert is Dolly's real father."

"I see," said John. "I am sorry. Yes. I see. I did not realize that. It simplifies matters, of course. And whatever you feel is right."

The distraught father went on to say he would go and fetch his delicate daughter immediately after the funeral, and would do his best to give her a good time in totally different surroundings, perhaps a trip to New Mexico or California—granted, of course, he lived.

So artistically did I impersonate the calm of ultimate despair, the hush before some crazy outburst, that the perfect Farlows removed me to their house. They had a good cellar, as cellars go in this country; and that was helpful, for I feared insomnia and a ghost.

Now I must explain my reasons for keeping Dolores away. Naturally, at first, when Charlotte had just been eliminated and I re-entered the house a free father, and gulped down the two whiskey-and-sodas I had prepared, and topped them with a pint or two of my "pin," and went to the bathroom to get away from neighbors and friends, there was but one thing in my mind and pulse—namely, the awareness that a few hours hence, warm, brown—haired, and mine, mine, mine, Lolita would be in my arms, shedding tears that I would kiss away faster than they could well. But as I stood wide-eyed and flushed before the mirror, John Farlow tenderly tapped to inquire if I was okay—and I immediately realized it would be madness on my part to have her in the house with all those busybodies milling around and scheming to take her away from me. Indeed, unpredictable Lo herself might—who knows?—show some foolish distrust of me, a sudden repugnance, vague fear and the like—and gone would be the magic prize at the very instant of triumph.

Speaking of busybodies, I had another visitor—friend Beale, the fellow who eliminated my wife. Stodgy and solemn, looking like a kind of assistant executioner, with his bulldog jowls, small black eyes, thickly rimmed glasses and conspicuous nostrils, he was ushered in by John who then left us, closing the door upon us, with the utmost tact. Suavely saying he had twins in my stepdaughter's class, my grotesque visitor unrolled a large diagram he had made of the accident. It was, as my stepdaughter would have put it, "a beaut," with all kinds of impressive arrows and dotted lines in varicolored inks. Mrs. H. H.'s trajectory was illustrated at several points by a series of those little outline figures—doll-like wee career girl or WAC—used in statistics as visual aids. Very clearly and conclusively, this route came into contact with a boldly traced sinuous line representing two consecutive swerves—one which the Beale car made to avoid the Junk dog (dog not shown), and the second, a kind of exaggerated continuation of the first, meant to avert the tragedy. A very black cross indicated the spot where the trim little outline figure had at last come to rest on the sidewalk. I looked for some similar mark to denote the place on the embankment where my visitor's huge wax father had reclined, but there was none. That gentleman, however, had signed the document as a witness underneath the name of Leslie Tomson, Miss Opposite and a few other people.

With his hummingbird pencil deftly and delicately flying from one point to another, Frederick demonstrated his absolute innocence and the recklessness of my wife: while he was in the act of avoiding the dog, she slipped on the freshly watered asphalt and plunged forward whereas she should have flung herself not forward but backward (Fred showed how by a jerk of his padded shoulder). I said it was certainly not his fault, and the inquest upheld my view.

Breathing violently though jet-black tense nostrils, he shook his head and my hand; then, with an air of perfect savoir vivre and gentlemanly generosity, he offered to pay the funeral-home expenses. He expected me to refuse his offer. With a drunken sob of gratitude I accepted it. This took him aback. Slowly, incredulously, he repeated what he had said. I thanked him again, even more profusely than before.

In result of that weird interview, the numbness of my soul was for a moment resolved. And no wonder! I had actually seen the agent of fate. I had palpated the very flesh of fate—and its padded shoulder. A brilliant and monstrous mutation had suddenly taken place, and here was the instrument. Within the intricacies of the pattern (hurrying housewife, slippery pavement, a pest of a dog, steep grade, big car, baboon at its wheel), I could dimly distinguish my own vile contribution. Had I not been such a fool—or such an intuitive genius—to preserve that journal, fluids produced by vindictive anger and hot shame would not have blinded Charlotte in her dash to the mailbox. But even had they blinded her, still nothing might have happened, had not precise fate, that synchronizing phantom, mixed within its alembic the car and the dog and the sun and the shade and the wet and the weak and the strong and the stone. Adieu, Marlene! Fat fate's formal handshake (as reproduced by Beale before leaving the room) brought me out of my torpor; and I wept. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury—I wept.

So, I've just picked up learning Finnish this week, and things have been going pretty swell so far. Most of my immersion has been through language tutorials and watching old episodes of mumintrollen. But tonight, I decided I better venture out and search for some totally legit immersion, via the powers of the internet. And well... this was the first video I stumbled across
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q87-ObrusfQ
I can't escape them no matter what I do

draw yoursef

according to filemanager-san... 1832 items (that aren't in folders). Ooki! (;ﾟДﾟ) No wonder it keeps freezing (´～`)

besides heyuri, what other imageboards do you browse?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zFOgMP_U-T4

Why do 痛部屋 like this no longer exist? Every example I see is so sterile and Americanised now, like the otaku goods take second place to tacky "pro gaming!" crap straight out of some Chinese factory, RGB rainbow light strips everywhere. As if the person who lives there is ashamed that someone might see it and get the wrong idea. It's gross.

A page of some manga I'm reading got seriously fucked up in the scan somehow, and it led to an unexpectedly hilarious moment.
"Hmmm.'

im drunk as hell
what do yuo fell when you are drun k

How resilient do you think the world's lingerie infrastructure is?

Remember the brief time every store was out of toilet papers across the world during the covid because everyone was stocking them? I've been thinking, what if all rich perverted ojisan in the world were to unite and dry lingerie stores' panty and bra stocks. That way girls desperately in need wouldn't be able to buy them and we could see quite a show.
Just imagine being the black market ojisan which young high schooler girls without pantsu give away their virginity for sexy pantsu just before their first dates

What's you opinion on Freenet/Hyphanet ?

When i listened to random 80s i particularly liked "Give me up" by Michael Fotunati. while looking it up I realized it was extremely big in Japan (not the first time it happens, my tastes are aligned to Japan at this point)

Looks like it quite literally marked a generation: lyrics were translated, hundred of covers made, Signore Fotunati was invited to perform there... just look @that list https://eurobeat.fandom.com/wiki/Give_Me_Up

only thing i dont get is its referred to a "pioneering work of Eurobeat" on TOW and others. sounds nothing like eurobeat 2 me... anyone cultured in music genres care to explain?

nakanashi (・∀・)>

what games are you going to purchase?

tonight i'll be drinking tea, what kind of tea should i get?

Happy Canada Day!

For those interested, this station will be playing 1980s Canadian tunes for most of the day. For fellow Canucks, come enjoy some home grown music. For the rest, come discover what Canada had to offer the 1980s music scene back in the day.

See the queue: http://1980s.fm/modules.php?name=Queue_Played
Listen link (just copypaste into browser): http://hi5.1980s.fm/;/;.m3u
Or click one of the "Listen Live!" options on the left side of the site.

I had an idea a few weeks ago that I could condition myself to get any fetish, so I decided to do a test on myself.

First, I had to choose what fetish I wanted. I went back and forth a bit on this one because I couldn't decide whether I wanted a degenerate or more-or-less acceptable one, but I eventually settled on a hand fetish, which seemed like acceptable, but still pretty rare.

After that, I started my conditioning by jacking off to regular porn, but as soon as I was about to cum, I switched over to pictures of hands. Then, I would stop watching the porn, and only masturbate to pictures of hands.

I then abstained from masturbation for a few days, and after it was over, looked at pictures of hands to see if I got hard. I did.

I think it's safe to say this experiment has been a success.

Hi everybody.
I intend to dedicate an old hard drive exclusively for the situation when internet is down. What should i fill it with?

i was scratching my leg with my new knife and i accidentally sliced a bit and now theres blood everywhere

While you were wasting your life on the internet, i beat Sonic the Hedgehog

hello heyuri, it's the devfag again
I made this cool thing, but don't know what to do with it! Give me ideas, thanks.

anybody have some proxies or something that work for ban evading on 4chan?
i use at&t and it fucking sucks so resetting my modem or trying to do things through its settings does nothing, so all i can do for now is connect to my phone's hotspot with a dynamic ip and get limited to 12mbps while i post
surely theres a better option right? or do proxies just slow down your speeds too like vpns?

Why is Japan so horny?
http://futabaforest.net/b/res/1233258396.htm

I asked this question before, and Now I ask again: Who would be down to throw down with other Heyurians in a game of Melty Blood? (or anything else!)

if you put teh pen0r in teh eye you get a special onahole

I don't suppose anyone has this thread still open/loaded in a tab on their browser? It was about Futaba Channel.

https://img.heyuri.net/b/koko.php?res=105222

Majorly pissed I didn't save that thread in time before the soyjack raid, there was lots of info and text in it concerning how the board operated. Can't rely on a Google cached version cause I guess Google doesn't scrape here?

I mean damn that thread was up for a week and was fine, and suddenly its just GONE!

I would like the link back to the thing that expands the size and tools of the handwriting-js box, please.

Is anyone here an expert in Japanese baseball mascots?
I've always been curious about these mascots. The two small rabbits are straightforward. But what are the other lemon-headed shaped mascots with different ears? Also why do their eyes have such weird shapes in them/around them?

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How many of you have, or plan to, enjoy the mr beast feast at zaxbys? I think zaxby's is too greasy, but I'm in it for the feastable

what game is this? I wanna play some of those old PC-98 games.

Were there really Playstation ads like this?

Umm...hello, desk-kun...

Koreans are weird.

i found this on a top-secret women's only imageboard... is it true? ヽ(´ー｀)ノ

I'm going to the arcade today, and I want to win my cousin some plushies because she collects them and she's really cute and I want to make her happy
But the arcade we're visiting niggerigged all the damn claw machines. Like, I used to be able to wipe out their machines in one session, but now I can't even win one toy. Is there any technique to winning, or is it all luck based? I usually go for the smaller, rounder plushes, but I feel like whoever stocks the machines purposefully buries those underneath the rest of the toys.

hey, it's that girl from 2hu

Who are you voting for, anon?

What is heyuri's favorite historical figure? I like Khomeini

What are some fun pics you have that you never really get a reason to post?

Hello Heyuri
I announce that I am displeased

I have a really tough exam and my professor is almost 80, he barely walks and he doesn't respond to questions while he draws something on the chalkboard because he is almost deaf it appears. He is commonly known as Professor Tutankhamun and he reuses his powerpoint he made in 2007 up to this day and I have an exam tomorrow on his subject and judging by smuggled exams from past years it will be very tough, I hope he recycles a lot so that what ChatGPT spat out for me is good enough.
In addition this semester I have a maths exam encompassing all contents of calc 2 + calc 3 + laplace and sums and series and sums of series in 2 days so one after the other. Although the mathematician was not sleepy like Tut and nobody had any of his past exams or knew anyone who had any so it will be a bad surprise. I will not remember all laplace transforms, I still mistake derivatives and integrals of sin and cos to this day or 1/x and ln and if he adds extra trash into the denominator I will cry and just draw lush flowers on the paper begging him to let me go.

I began learning today and I am not confident whether I will manage to do the absolute minimum to pass in time. If I fail the exams this week and then I fail them the second time next week I get kicked out.
I also am on antibiotics and so I cannot get wasted for the duration of the exams.
I ran out of coke now, no shop is open until some 6 am. I am tired of cramming. I am not happy.
Honestly everyone, learn for your exams a week before and not 2 days before. I know I will get a second chance the following week but I want to get it over with on first try. I also hate my major.
Now I recalled why I wanted to make this complaint. Namely I wanted to fap to lolis but it turns out it is late and I technically got no time to waste. Life is so cruel.
That is the complaint. Thank you for reading.

If you could change your birth year to any year what would it be?

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post blingees and/or picmixes

Has the not best korea, the republic of samsung really done for?
Their culture is a joke. their women are a joke. their academia is a joke. their fertility rate is a joke. their politics are a joke. their neighbours are a joke. their cities are a joke.
and then there is this dude from twitter that recently got raided by police because his university professor tipped the police of by reporting him "posting indecent things on social media"
https://twitter.com/airkatakana

evar wonder how 2 maek chocolate cakey? well you are in luck becase through lomng hours of experimentation i haev invented a new recipe. it was a long process full of long sleepless nights trying slightly different combinations of shi-- toppings. So here is the recipe...


STEP 1.FORGET EVERYTHING YOU KNOW ABOUT MAKING CAKE, CHOCOLATE CAKE OR EVEN COOKING AS A WHOLE! (except operating a oven)
STEP 2. get loli, if one is not immediately available then abduct one. specific age doesn't matter as long as they haev a virgin loli body
STEP 3. get human shit, this will be important later. Get medium soft shit, runny shit is yucky and not of much use. Get rock-hard shit for extra decrative toppings / cake decoration
STEP 4. CAKE POWDER. it should be at your store.
STEP 5. aquire milk cockolate. should b ez to get.

NOW COOKING BEGINS

STEP 6. put a large 1m radius bowl and pour it all into the bowl.
STEP 7. pour one jar of (fresh) milf milk into the bowl.
STEP 8. drizzle loli love juices into the mixture, it will increase sweetness in the final product.
STEP 9. MIX IT ALL
STEP 10. puit the bowl into a oven, at a temperature of around 300 degres celcius for around 30 minutes,.

TIEM 4 ICING

STEP 11. get another mixing bowl
STEP 12. put the full block of chocolate into it. make sure to fondle it so it's soft.
STEP 13. NOW THE FUN PART... put all the shit in.
STEP 14. If it doesn't get "soft" enough like icing then put more love juices in to make it more runny which will work better as icing.
STEP 15.if you waited 30 miunutes already then take teh bowl out of oven, tip it over so you get the cake out, the cakey should be round like a supple ass...

FINAL PART

STEP 16. slather the whole thing in the shit-icing with a spatula or whatever. Use your hands if you can be bothered...
STEP 17 (optional). put the hard shit stools on it around in a circle on the top.
STEP 18. ???
STEP 19. sell it for profit


If you haewv any suggestions for the recipe then please contribute... it feels too bland still, not enough flavbour... it shall be improved until it reaches objective perfection. Kami-sama will enjoy it by then.

it is tiem to draw a circle first try... with teh mouse. NO CIRCLE TOOL OR ELSE YOU'RE A HAX0R. Picrel is mai attempt, possibly the best circle evar drawn.

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do you prefer hot or cold weather? (´人｀)

https://img.heyuri.net/b/koko.php?res=109316

this tread is complitly about polatics witch were banned on heyuri a few yeres ago. its not alowed on heyuri. i dont like it ether. he must be banned or permabanned. i shold be mod so i can do it myself.

(USER GOT LOST IN THE WRONG BOARD AND NEEDS HIS MOMMY TO PICK HIM UP)

I've been playing Puyo Puyo 2 and Dig Dug 2.

I'm finally starting to be able to make decent combos in PP2, like 4-5 chains.
I need more practice.

Dig Dug 2 never gets talked about even though it's great.
You have to sink the land into the sea to send the monsters into the abyss (which also gives you more points vs inflating them). Very strategic, very fun. I do wish it was easier to identify where grid tiles were sometimes, since you still have grid-aligned Dig Dug movement...
I can make it up to stage 12 so far.

Did Heyuri get attacked by IRUYEH?

wow, there's slightly less lolicon than i remembered! is this because they added /l/??

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So what's the sitch, Heyuri?

You are in a bus, and the bitch in front of you raises the question:

How do you dodge it?

SECOND

i haed this thread up shortly b4 wipe, lets try again Anywayz does any1 haev funny/joke fan-dubs liek the one for rapeman (which we recently watched on cytube. doesn't haev to be anime exclusively.

You know what would be really cool? Something like a Death Note, but for the internet. Instead of real names, you would write usernames of people (or like Anonymous No.123), and that person would never be able to use the internet evar again.

do u like petting random cats too?

Crash is going to fuck this boar while there's no one watching

What is she thinking about?

oh my god. what happened to all the threads? its all gone D: