It's a self reference for Tank Girl superfans, like Swifties.
It's another name for an engineer who works on designing pressure vessels.
Same premise as a furry, except for armored vehicles.
- wake up
- log into TankAffinity
- commission a drawing of my tanksona
- be sad about not being able to afford a tank that I could drive to tankie conventions
- read T-34 fanfiction
- go back to sleep
- just an average day as a tankie
If all 1360 active weekly users on hexbear pitched in 200 euros, we could crowdfund a used T-72 from a sketchy surplus dealer in eastern europe.
Someone who collects fish
A pet fish kept in a fish tank
If you say 'I'm as liberal as they come" and no one refutes the validity of your liberalism, you accend to tankiedom.
It's like trainspotting but for tanker trucks
Warthunder fan
When your favorite anime is Girls Und Panzer
A loosely associated group of hobbyists based around keeping things in "tanks." Some examples of what this includes but is not limited to, fish, reptiles, or gas. So long as its kept in a tank, you can be one of the "tankies."
Transformer that turns into a T-72
No, everything has to be serious at all times and we cannot find any humor in the absurdity of hell world. The last time I smiled was on August 19th, 1991. I wear a dirty ushanka at all times, do not shave, and only take cold sponge baths because hot running water is bourgeoisie decadence. Every day at exactly noon I have the same meal of an expired Maoist MRE I store in a pit covered in old issues of a revolutionary newspaper. I sleep in a bed made of flags from every failed revolution so that they are never forgotten. In the evenings I stare at a picture of vodka by candlelight, but I do not allow myself to drink because there is nothing to celebrate. Every local org has banned me after I attempted to split it by assassinating the leadership. There is no plumbing in my house I shit in a brass bucket with a picture of Gonzalo and Deng french kissing in the bottom of it. My house is actually an overturned T34 in an abandoned junkyard in Wisconsin. I have a single friend in this world and it is a tapeworm named Bordiga that I met after ingesting spoiled borscht on 9/11 in the ruins of building 7 (I blew it up after finding that a nominally leftist NGO inside of it wasn’t sufficiently anti-imperialist, the attacks on the world trade center were a perfect revolutionary moment for me to enact direct praxis against liberalism). My source of income is various MLM schemes in the former soviet bloc that have been running for so long no one remembers who I am, they just keep sending money. I have not paid taxes since McGovern lost the Democratic nomination for president and my faith in electoralism died more brutally than my childhood dog after it got into an entire jar of tylenol. I own 29 fully automatic rusted kalashnikovs and three crates of ammunition entirely incompatible with them or any other firearms I own. My double PHD in marxist economics and 18th century Swiss philosophy (required to understand Engels) sits over the fireplace of my home, my fireplace is a salvaged drum from a 1950s washing machine that was recalled for locking children inside of it. I chose that washing machine model on purpose because I am anti-natalist. During the latest BLM protests I firebombed a Nikes outlet in the middle of a peaceful candlelit vigil. William F Buckley and I wrote hatemail to one another for 47 years until my final letter gave him an aneurysm. The only water I drink is from puddles. George Lucas and I dropped acid together during an MKULTRA southern baptist summer camp and he went on to write the movie Willow about our time together. The best way to test whether an electrical wire is live is to drool on it and shrimp salad is racist. You can make an IED out of potassium and the instructions are online thanks to Timothy McVey, who was actually a committed antifascist communist slandered by the deep state as part of operation condor. Every time a liberal files a restraining order against me, I carve a mark into the wall. I am running out of walls. When Amerika finally collapses I will be ready to lead the revolution. I am very smart and people like being around me.
Someone addicted to huffing petrol fumes.
Jesus was a tankie.
Tank top crop top
It's like a sub but the bread is a square.
Someone really good at tank combat in Battlefield 1942, owns the noobs
Super-liberal people who hate democracy and have never worked a real job.
it’s Cockney rhyming slang. tankies rhymes with yankies.
A tank top enthusiast
Someone who installs hot water tanks
What is a tankie? A dead body--
Well, he ain't really dead, but he ain't like
Anybody that you've ever met before;
He'll eat Monopoly and shit out Connect Four
It's a sweet treat like a brownie or a cookie that has communism particles in it as the main spice.
The colour is typically red and it's often shaped like a start. Traditionally these are eating in October while listening to Soviet march songs.
People who only play Tanks in Brigador.
It refers to those who drink beer according to the bag-in-tank beer principle (widely known as tank beer), in which beer is stored in airtight bags in pressurized tanks. This preserves the beer's freshness because it doesn't come into contact with air until it leaves the tank and is poured into your glass.
Someone who siphons gas from officer's patrol cars
Anyone that advocates for sending tanks, bombs or other forms of lethal aid into a war zone unconditionally.
Someone who collects fish
I'm thinking sweaty joints.
