DaaQ
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Watching that I came across this. Wolverine: The lost chapters.
I personally like these fan fiction creations, like the one from Aliens Dark Decent ect.
Ok I am not sure where this came from I went back like 4 pages, IDK what y'all are in contention with.
I have never heard of fused breasts, please elaborate.
But I am with Igor on no 2 are the same, which is OK.
I am thinking the co-host on MTV's Ridiculousness myself. My wife always brings up how that girls boobs are ugly. 🙅♂️
Here is what I "think you are talking about"What in my post made you think I was talking about covered boobs?
Is that what is meant by fused?
Otherwise my mind is going all Futurama BS.
Pretty close!
Though I've seen Asian breasts that were even more fused. If you were to run a finger through the middle of the midriff, you would not be able to touch the bone beneath unless you pressed really hard. It's rare from what I know. I think I've seen only two girls with those and I didn't make a point of saving the photos for future reference. Google pretends like fused breasts don't exist so that's no help.
GodisanAtheist
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DaaQ
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So I was on the right track, yea MTV runs Ridiculousness "almost" 24/7 except for Tuesdays, and whatever day the Catfish and cheating show is on.
They have to be approaching 1k episodes. Although Chanel is not on it full time anymore. They gave her a show. Only 1 season in atm.
More like anatomy discussion
Funny thing is that the resident Master of Boobs @DigDog decided to stay out of the discussion
DigDog
Lifer
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really shit trailer, but really good film. the ending is a bit meh, but i mean, not too different from Edge of Tomorrow's. I loved the premise and the idea of the "clues".
Kaido
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Kind of felt like that + Severance! Love me some Paul Giamatti too, I think I've enjoyed every one of his movies I've seen...Lady in the Water, the Illusionist, etc.
sdifox
No Lifer
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I
Igor hasn't watched enough pron to know what he is talking about.
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zinfamous
No Lifer
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OMG. I don't want to live on this planet anymore, with such people that "don't care for David Lynch."
zinfamous
No Lifer
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Mad Max was pretty much never the main character in any of the Mad Max movies, and he wasn't even in the title of this one, so....?
zinfamous
No Lifer
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What in my post made you think I was talking about covered boobs?
what is the purpose of even bringing up "fused breast"? like where the fuck did that come from and why are you confused that other people are confused about such a random non sequitor?
Always wanted to know but thought better than to start a dedicated thread on it. Maybe there's a reason for the rarity that someone here knows?
I wanted to like this one; seemed like a good idea that he had a weird brother. Affleck is good as this character. But I lost interest and didn't even finish it.
sdifox
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Pity we don't have here someone who could tell us her opinion on if that is something desirable or a worst nightmare.
DigDog
Lifer
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@stargazr
i wonder if you're following Jesse Welles?
he *is* the Bob Dylan of today; it would be weird if you didn't follow him, and at the same time having a better opinion of Dylan of ol'.
Dylan did some good stuff, but just some. We all know Blowin' In The Wind, Mr Tambourine Man, Chimes of Freedom .. and then ?
tell me you know what these songs sound like:
2. "Tombstone Blues"
3. "It Takes a Lot to Laugh, It Takes a Train to Cry"
4. "From a Buick 6"
5. "Ballad of a Thin Man"
1. "Queen Jane Approximately"
2. "Highway 61 Revisited"
3. "Just Like Tom Thumb's Blues"
4. "Desolation Row"
the guy had one formula, once he moved away from it, it was just mediocre rock. You like Blonde On Blonde? John Wesley Harding? Nashville Skyline?
Or, who can forget the immortal album "New Morning", with those unforgettable songs,
1. "If Not for You" 2:39
2. "Day of the Locusts" 3:57
3. "Time Passes Slowly" 2:33
4. "Went to See the Gypsy" 2:49
5. "Winterlude" 2:21
6. "If Dogs Run Free" 3:37
1. "New Morning" 3:56
2. "Sign on the Window" 3:39
3. "One More Weekend" 3:09
4. "The Man in Me" 3:07
5. "Three Angels" 2:07
6. "Father of Night"
i wonder if you're following Jesse Welles?
Dylan did some good stuff, but just some. We all know Blowin' In The Wind, Mr Tambourine Man, Chimes of Freedom .. and then ?
tell me you know what these songs sound like:
2. "Tombstone Blues"
3. "It Takes a Lot to Laugh, It Takes a Train to Cry"
4. "From a Buick 6"
5. "Ballad of a Thin Man"
1. "Queen Jane Approximately"
2. "Highway 61 Revisited"
3. "Just Like Tom Thumb's Blues"
4. "Desolation Row"
the guy had one formula, once he moved away from it, it was just mediocre rock. You like Blonde On Blonde? John Wesley Harding? Nashville Skyline?
Or, who can forget the immortal album "New Morning", with those unforgettable songs,
1. "If Not for You" 2:39
2. "Day of the Locusts" 3:57
3. "Time Passes Slowly" 2:33
4. "Went to See the Gypsy" 2:49
5. "Winterlude" 2:21
6. "If Dogs Run Free" 3:37
1. "New Morning" 3:56
2. "Sign on the Window" 3:39
3. "One More Weekend" 3:09
4. "The Man in Me" 3:07
5. "Three Angels" 2:07
6. "Father of Night"
Once upon a time, in a bustling city, lived a girl named Emma. Emma was an ordinary girl with an extraordinary sense of humor and an infectious laugh that could brighten anyone’s day. She was cheerful, kind, and loved to wear bright colors and quirky accessories. But one morning, Emma's life took a turn she never saw coming.
It was a bright, sunny Saturday when Emma woke up feeling a bit groggy. She stretched, yawned, and reached for her favorite pink alarm clock. But as she rolled over, she suddenly felt a strange sensation—like a gentle squish or a soft, sticky hug. Confused, she sat up and looked down, expecting to see her usual chest. Instead, her eyes widened in shock.
Her breasts were fused together as one.
Yes, fused. As in, one big, rounded, slightly lumpy mass where two should have been. They were perfectly smooth, like a giant, cuddly marshmallow, but definitely not what she was used to.
“Okay,” Emma thought, rubbing her eyes. “This is definitely not what I ever wished for!”
She pinched herself. Nothing changed. Her new, fused breasts were very real—soft, warm, and oddly amusing. She burst into laughter, because what else could she do? It was bizarre but undeniably hilarious.
Emma decided to approach her day with her usual humor. After all, if life gives you fused breasts, you might as well make jokes about it.
First stop: the mirror. She examined her new “marshmallow” with a magnifying mirror, giggling at how ridiculous she looked. She found that her clothes still fit—mostly—though bras were out of the question. She could squeeze into her favorite hoodie, which was loose enough to hide her “extra feature.”
Next, breakfast. Emma poured cereal into her bowl and took a spoonful. Her fused breasts jiggled slightly as she moved, making her laugh. She took a selfie and captioned it: “When life fuses your boobs, but you still gotta stay fabulous!”
But the real challenge came when she tried to get ready to leave the house. Walking out the door, she realized she’d need to adapt her daily routines.
Getting dressed: No more bras—her fused “marshmallow” was too big and oddly shaped. Emma decided to wear loose-fitting shirts and hoodies, embracing her new look. She even experimented with quirky accessories—big earrings, colorful scarves—that complemented her unique silhouette.
Going outside: Emma was prepared for some stares. She knew people might think she was an alien or a freak. But she decided to own it. After all, she’d always been confident in her own skin.
Emma quickly discovered that her fused breasts attracted a lot of attention—mostly from men. At the grocery store, a guy looked at her, eyes wide, mouth agape.
“Holy crap!” he exclaimed, stumbling backward.
At the park, a man on a bench stared so long he looked like his jaw might drop off. Emma would smile politely, wave, and continue about her day.
Most guys reacted with shock or horror. Some ran away shouting, “Freak!” or “Alien!”. Others awkwardly avoided eye contact, pretending she was invisible. Emma’s friends teased her about being a “walking science experiment,” and she took it all in stride, cracking jokes about her “marshmallow breasts” and how she’d become a local attraction—like a living, breathing carnival act.
Dating was a disaster. Every guy who saw her either froze in disbelief, gawked, or ran away screaming. She tried online dating, but the first few dates ended with her partner staring at her fused chest and then politely excusing himself, citing “unexpected surprises” or “personal space issues.”
Emma felt a little sad at first. But she refused to let her fused breasts define her happiness. She knew she was still the same girl—funny, kind, and full of life.
One day, Emma decided to visit her favorite cafe, “The Quirky Cup,” a cozy place where everyone knew her name and her jokes. She ordered her usual caramel latte and took a seat by the window, pulling out her trusty notebook to jot down some silly poetry.
As she scribbled, a man approached her table. He was tall, with kind eyes and a warm smile.
“Hi,” he said softly. “Mind if I sit here?”
“Not at all,” Emma replied, smiling back.
They struck up a conversation. His name was Daniel. He was a writer, a bit shy, and had a great sense of humor. They talked about books, travel, and life’s weird surprises. Emma was her usual witty self, cracking jokes about her “marshmallow” chest.
After a while, Daniel looked at her thoughtfully. “You know,” he said, “most people would be terrified or disgusted by what you have. But I think… it’s just part of what makes you unique. Honestly, I find it pretty cool. It’s like having a one-of-a-kind sculpture—something no one else has.”
Emma blinked, stunned. “Really?”
He nodded. “Absolutely. If anything, it makes you more interesting. And I think you’re beautiful—inside and out.”
Emma felt her cheeks flush. Here was someone who saw her beyond her fused breasts, someone who appreciated her personality and quirks. For the first time, she felt truly seen. She chuckled, "You don't find it weird or funny in the slightest???". Daniel moved closer, almost whispering, "Well, now that I think about it, it's gonna be fun seeing them move in unison when I stroke them with just one hand". Emma couldn't keep her laughter stifled anymore. She let out a big laugh that made everyone turn and look at her. She went, "OMG! You are so creepy! Stop!". Daniel smirked, "Do you really want me to stop? I was just getting started". Emma giggled uncontrollably and knew that she would never find a guy like Daniel ever again.
So she made a decision in her mind at that very moment. Daniel would deserve the very best of herself if he continued to stay this jolly and playful with her. She asked him with a naughty smile, "Do you solemnly swear to behave in the presence of Her Squishiness The Fused and Only?". Daniel replied, "Oh, I will behave. Like a kid who just got left behind in a candy store all night long!". It was at this moment that Emma realized that her fused breasts weren’t a flaw—they were a part of her story, a testament to her resilience in the face of what could've been a tragedy had she reacted negatively to the sudden change in her body and done something very wrong in panic, like getting the problem fixed by a plastic surgeon. Daniel was the gift she deserved all along and her fused breasts were the catalyst that turned her life from normal to the best ever she could hope for. She started to wear her “marshmallow” with pride, even joking about it on social media.
Her friends cheered her on, and soon, Emma became a local legend: “Emma, the girl with the fused breasts who found love.” Her story inspired others to embrace their own quirks and imperfections.
Emma and Daniel’s relationship blossomed. They went on adventures, shared laughter, and built a life based on mutual acceptance and love. Emma learned that true beauty wasn’t about conforming to societal standards but about owning who you are.
In the end, Emma realized that her fused breasts, once a source of embarrassment and discomfort, became her greatest gift—a reminder that being different makes you special. And that sometimes, the messiest, weirdest surprises lead to the most wonderful love stories.
So what did we learn from Emma? Embrace your quirks, laugh at life’s surprises, and remember that genuine love sees beyond appearances. Because sometimes, the most unusual features are what make you truly priceless.
It was a bright, sunny Saturday when Emma woke up feeling a bit groggy. She stretched, yawned, and reached for her favorite pink alarm clock. But as she rolled over, she suddenly felt a strange sensation—like a gentle squish or a soft, sticky hug. Confused, she sat up and looked down, expecting to see her usual chest. Instead, her eyes widened in shock.
Her breasts were fused together as one.
Yes, fused. As in, one big, rounded, slightly lumpy mass where two should have been. They were perfectly smooth, like a giant, cuddly marshmallow, but definitely not what she was used to.
“Okay,” Emma thought, rubbing her eyes. “This is definitely not what I ever wished for!”
She pinched herself. Nothing changed. Her new, fused breasts were very real—soft, warm, and oddly amusing. She burst into laughter, because what else could she do? It was bizarre but undeniably hilarious.
Emma decided to approach her day with her usual humor. After all, if life gives you fused breasts, you might as well make jokes about it.
First stop: the mirror. She examined her new “marshmallow” with a magnifying mirror, giggling at how ridiculous she looked. She found that her clothes still fit—mostly—though bras were out of the question. She could squeeze into her favorite hoodie, which was loose enough to hide her “extra feature.”
Next, breakfast. Emma poured cereal into her bowl and took a spoonful. Her fused breasts jiggled slightly as she moved, making her laugh. She took a selfie and captioned it: “When life fuses your boobs, but you still gotta stay fabulous!”
But the real challenge came when she tried to get ready to leave the house. Walking out the door, she realized she’d need to adapt her daily routines.
Getting dressed: No more bras—her fused “marshmallow” was too big and oddly shaped. Emma decided to wear loose-fitting shirts and hoodies, embracing her new look. She even experimented with quirky accessories—big earrings, colorful scarves—that complemented her unique silhouette.
Going outside: Emma was prepared for some stares. She knew people might think she was an alien or a freak. But she decided to own it. After all, she’d always been confident in her own skin.
Emma quickly discovered that her fused breasts attracted a lot of attention—mostly from men. At the grocery store, a guy looked at her, eyes wide, mouth agape.
“Holy crap!” he exclaimed, stumbling backward.
At the park, a man on a bench stared so long he looked like his jaw might drop off. Emma would smile politely, wave, and continue about her day.
Most guys reacted with shock or horror. Some ran away shouting, “Freak!” or “Alien!”. Others awkwardly avoided eye contact, pretending she was invisible. Emma’s friends teased her about being a “walking science experiment,” and she took it all in stride, cracking jokes about her “marshmallow breasts” and how she’d become a local attraction—like a living, breathing carnival act.
Dating was a disaster. Every guy who saw her either froze in disbelief, gawked, or ran away screaming. She tried online dating, but the first few dates ended with her partner staring at her fused chest and then politely excusing himself, citing “unexpected surprises” or “personal space issues.”
Emma felt a little sad at first. But she refused to let her fused breasts define her happiness. She knew she was still the same girl—funny, kind, and full of life.
One day, Emma decided to visit her favorite cafe, “The Quirky Cup,” a cozy place where everyone knew her name and her jokes. She ordered her usual caramel latte and took a seat by the window, pulling out her trusty notebook to jot down some silly poetry.
As she scribbled, a man approached her table. He was tall, with kind eyes and a warm smile.
“Hi,” he said softly. “Mind if I sit here?”
“Not at all,” Emma replied, smiling back.
They struck up a conversation. His name was Daniel. He was a writer, a bit shy, and had a great sense of humor. They talked about books, travel, and life’s weird surprises. Emma was her usual witty self, cracking jokes about her “marshmallow” chest.
After a while, Daniel looked at her thoughtfully. “You know,” he said, “most people would be terrified or disgusted by what you have. But I think… it’s just part of what makes you unique. Honestly, I find it pretty cool. It’s like having a one-of-a-kind sculpture—something no one else has.”
Emma blinked, stunned. “Really?”
He nodded. “Absolutely. If anything, it makes you more interesting. And I think you’re beautiful—inside and out.”
Emma felt her cheeks flush. Here was someone who saw her beyond her fused breasts, someone who appreciated her personality and quirks. For the first time, she felt truly seen. She chuckled, "You don't find it weird or funny in the slightest???". Daniel moved closer, almost whispering, "Well, now that I think about it, it's gonna be fun seeing them move in unison when I stroke them with just one hand". Emma couldn't keep her laughter stifled anymore. She let out a big laugh that made everyone turn and look at her. She went, "OMG! You are so creepy! Stop!". Daniel smirked, "Do you really want me to stop? I was just getting started". Emma giggled uncontrollably and knew that she would never find a guy like Daniel ever again.
So she made a decision in her mind at that very moment. Daniel would deserve the very best of herself if he continued to stay this jolly and playful with her. She asked him with a naughty smile, "Do you solemnly swear to behave in the presence of Her Squishiness The Fused and Only?". Daniel replied, "Oh, I will behave. Like a kid who just got left behind in a candy store all night long!". It was at this moment that Emma realized that her fused breasts weren’t a flaw—they were a part of her story, a testament to her resilience in the face of what could've been a tragedy had she reacted negatively to the sudden change in her body and done something very wrong in panic, like getting the problem fixed by a plastic surgeon. Daniel was the gift she deserved all along and her fused breasts were the catalyst that turned her life from normal to the best ever she could hope for. She started to wear her “marshmallow” with pride, even joking about it on social media.
Her friends cheered her on, and soon, Emma became a local legend: “Emma, the girl with the fused breasts who found love.” Her story inspired others to embrace their own quirks and imperfections.
Emma and Daniel’s relationship blossomed. They went on adventures, shared laughter, and built a life based on mutual acceptance and love. Emma learned that true beauty wasn’t about conforming to societal standards but about owning who you are.
In the end, Emma realized that her fused breasts, once a source of embarrassment and discomfort, became her greatest gift—a reminder that being different makes you special. And that sometimes, the messiest, weirdest surprises lead to the most wonderful love stories.
So what did we learn from Emma? Embrace your quirks, laugh at life’s surprises, and remember that genuine love sees beyond appearances. Because sometimes, the most unusual features are what make you truly priceless.
DigDog
Lifer
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i started watching a film and literally from a 1-second of film, i could tell it was a Was Anderson film.
Is that good .. or bad?
I mean, we get that a director has a style. But should that style be so overbearing, so dominant, that you can see a single image, a still, and immediately know ?
Is that good .. or bad?
I mean, we get that a director has a style. But should that style be so overbearing, so dominant, that you can see a single image, a still, and immediately know ?
Nah. You got lucky. Anybody could imitate him, no?
Or is it that only he can fool studio heads into pushing movies of his type?
DigDog
Lifer
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The Phoenician Scheme - https://www.imdb.com/title/tt30840798/reference/
absolutely brilliant. I may even say, possible his best film.
You may remember that i have complained that Anderson often does not have enough script - well, here it is - a full, comprehensive script that makes sense from start to finish.
Starring: everybody.
co-starring: Mia Threapleton, which i suspect has the kind of titties that Igor is so fond of.
8.2/10
absolutely brilliant. I may even say, possible his best film.
You may remember that i have complained that Anderson often does not have enough script - well, here it is - a full, comprehensive script that makes sense from start to finish.
Starring: everybody.
co-starring: Mia Threapleton, which i suspect has the kind of titties that Igor is so fond of.
8.2/10
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