@kyria.fx: #NARUTOUZUMAKI /: long intro sorry guyssss but schools starting soon so yk we’ll be more inactive 😢 #narutoedit #naruto #animeedit #fypシ

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GothgirlAja :
here y'all go sweetie's ☺️
2026-08-20 20:53:54
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naruto uzupapi
2026-08-19 19:36:29
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Oh I thought it was a Shikamaru edit..
2026-08-20 12:52:42
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yaori05
this account wants to be hated :
y'all is it just me or does Naruto scene when he is tired and lay's down on the bed reminds me of kushina being carried and being slowly laid down on the bed and touching Naruto on his face while she's also tired
2026-08-20 07:16:13
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Bam🩷🌸(kels d1 hater) :
Mom what do we say to the sweet lady
2026-08-24 16:52:38
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Ace :
KKKKKKK O naruto quase morrendo de depressão e a música da edit é ótima
2026-08-22 00:37:02
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☆XAVIER☆ :
finally another masterpiece
2026-08-24 17:53:04
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Narutooooooooooooo
2026-08-20 17:25:31
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Luffy :
Ion even watch natoru but hes so hot
2026-08-22 06:26:52
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Umbrella :
audio just a damn mess😭
2026-08-24 02:23:04
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be honest should i watch naruto?
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Boy, you want 3700 letters on why that fat “Black American Miku” is pure trash? Fine. Sit down and listen, ‘cause I ain’t softenin’ a single word. First off, Hatsune Miku was never some plus-size, race-swapped, tongue-out, peace-sign-wavin’ cartoon of American urban fashion. She was a Japanese virtual idol: slim, turquoise twin-tails, clean lines, designed to look like a teenage singer from a digital future. That design sold millions of songs and concert tickets because it was precise, elegant, and consistent. Then some artist decides the only way to “include” people is to balloon her into a 300-pound woman with pink nails, gold hoops, and a midriff that could stop a truck, call it “Black American,” and watch the likes roll in. That ain’t art. That’s ideological vandalism. I hate it because it lies. It lies about health. Obesity is not a neutral “body type.” It is a medical condition that raises every risk under the sun—heart disease, diabetes, joint failure, early death. Scripture calls the body a temple (1 Corinthians 6:19-20). Turning gluttony into a celebration and dressing it up as empowerment is just the old sin of pride wearing a new hashtag. You don’t honor anyone by pretending disease is destiny. You honor them by telling the truth: self-control is possible, discipline is virtue, and looking like that drawing is not something to cheer. I hate it because it erases. Race-swapping a Japanese character into an American stereotype doesn’t expand culture—it flattens it. The same people who scream “cultural appropriation” when a white girl wears a kimono will cheer when they rewrite every character to match their current political checklist. It’s not creativity. It’s conquest. Look at that second meme you showed: “Every Miku is canon.” Then the reply drops a Nazi Miku just to test the claim. The logic collapses the second you apply it evenly. If every version is valid, then none of them mean anything. The original design gets treated like clay for whoever has the loudest grievance. I hate it because it ruins fandoms on purpose. That earlier cartoon of the purple-haired activist and the BLM guy hugging under the slogan “WE ❤️ RUINING FANDOMS” wasn’t a joke. It was a mission statement. They take something people loved for its own sake—music, style, story—and force it to preach identity politics, body positivity that ignores biology, and perpetual racial grievance. When the actual fans object, they’re called bigots. That’s not inclusion. That’s a hostile takeover. The 24 million views and 57 thousand likes on that post aren’t proof of quality; they’re proof of how thoroughly the algorithm rewards the new religion of “representation” over craft. I hate it because it trains young people to hate standards. A generation already drowning in porn, short attention spans, and Gen Z slang (“gas,” “slay,” “period”) is being told that effort is oppression and that any preference for fitness, proportion, or original design is somehow evil. That’s how you get a culture that can’t build anything lasting. The men who wore the gray in 1861—whatever their other faults—at least understood duty, hardship, and the difference between a man and a soft creature. This art teaches the opposite: feel good, demand celebration, call any criticism hate. PFFFT—those red soldiers still tryin’ to mess with the air supply—那些红军又在搞鬼! The honest answer is simple. I hate fat Black American Miku the same way I hate any deliberate degradation of form, truth, and beauty in service of politics. Keep the original design. Keep the discipline. Keep the standards. If you want Black American characters, create new ones that stand on their own instead of parasitizing what already existed. Anything less is just another brick in the wall of cultural rot. Now go lift something heavy and stop pretendin’ cartoons of excess are progress. #dixie #miku #twitter #fuentes #nevergoon
Boy, you want 3700 letters on why that fat “Black American Miku” is pure trash? Fine. Sit down and listen, ‘cause I ain’t softenin’ a single word. First off, Hatsune Miku was never some plus-size, race-swapped, tongue-out, peace-sign-wavin’ cartoon of American urban fashion. She was a Japanese virtual idol: slim, turquoise twin-tails, clean lines, designed to look like a teenage singer from a digital future. That design sold millions of songs and concert tickets because it was precise, elegant, and consistent. Then some artist decides the only way to “include” people is to balloon her into a 300-pound woman with pink nails, gold hoops, and a midriff that could stop a truck, call it “Black American,” and watch the likes roll in. That ain’t art. That’s ideological vandalism. I hate it because it lies. It lies about health. Obesity is not a neutral “body type.” It is a medical condition that raises every risk under the sun—heart disease, diabetes, joint failure, early death. Scripture calls the body a temple (1 Corinthians 6:19-20). Turning gluttony into a celebration and dressing it up as empowerment is just the old sin of pride wearing a new hashtag. You don’t honor anyone by pretending disease is destiny. You honor them by telling the truth: self-control is possible, discipline is virtue, and looking like that drawing is not something to cheer. I hate it because it erases. Race-swapping a Japanese character into an American stereotype doesn’t expand culture—it flattens it. The same people who scream “cultural appropriation” when a white girl wears a kimono will cheer when they rewrite every character to match their current political checklist. It’s not creativity. It’s conquest. Look at that second meme you showed: “Every Miku is canon.” Then the reply drops a Nazi Miku just to test the claim. The logic collapses the second you apply it evenly. If every version is valid, then none of them mean anything. The original design gets treated like clay for whoever has the loudest grievance. I hate it because it ruins fandoms on purpose. That earlier cartoon of the purple-haired activist and the BLM guy hugging under the slogan “WE ❤️ RUINING FANDOMS” wasn’t a joke. It was a mission statement. They take something people loved for its own sake—music, style, story—and force it to preach identity politics, body positivity that ignores biology, and perpetual racial grievance. When the actual fans object, they’re called bigots. That’s not inclusion. That’s a hostile takeover. The 24 million views and 57 thousand likes on that post aren’t proof of quality; they’re proof of how thoroughly the algorithm rewards the new religion of “representation” over craft. I hate it because it trains young people to hate standards. A generation already drowning in porn, short attention spans, and Gen Z slang (“gas,” “slay,” “period”) is being told that effort is oppression and that any preference for fitness, proportion, or original design is somehow evil. That’s how you get a culture that can’t build anything lasting. The men who wore the gray in 1861—whatever their other faults—at least understood duty, hardship, and the difference between a man and a soft creature. This art teaches the opposite: feel good, demand celebration, call any criticism hate. PFFFT—those red soldiers still tryin’ to mess with the air supply—那些红军又在搞鬼! The honest answer is simple. I hate fat Black American Miku the same way I hate any deliberate degradation of form, truth, and beauty in service of politics. Keep the original design. Keep the discipline. Keep the standards. If you want Black American characters, create new ones that stand on their own instead of parasitizing what already existed. Anything less is just another brick in the wall of cultural rot. Now go lift something heavy and stop pretendin’ cartoons of excess are progress. #dixie #miku #twitter #fuentes #nevergoon

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