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TYLER JUST WRAPPED UP 10 YEARS OF LORE IN A 4 MINUTES LENGTH VIDEO WHAAAAAT THAT WAS CRAZY. I GOT GOOSEBUMPS. WOW. WOW.

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My Bad - The Chainsmokers & Shenseea (2023)

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Jenna posted this on her story :D

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unfortunately for everyone i'm back on my twenty one pilots bullshit

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the new album is gonna take me the fuck out and i’m dragging all of my followers with me. i will NOT be apologizing for my inability to shut the fuck up about fob8

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spring training?

WINTER MOOD???

FALL OUT BOY???

mfs out here collecting seasons like pokémon

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the two emails fall out boy sent this morning: the subject for the first (left) was “it’s time to open your gift” and the subject for the one sent a few hours later (right) was “a claymation fall out boy celebration”

I’m not sure if everyone received both or if the “from your friends at pink seashell beach” was only sent to those who signed up at the pink seashell website earlier.

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i have got to kill this guy

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ALSO clicking on the seashell at the bottom of the site gives you this

and clicking on the little santa hatted logo at the top makes this happen

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Glimmer: As your best friend-

Catra: Mermista is my best friend

Glimmer:

Glimmer: AS YOUR BEST FRIEND-

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Two trans men in love: Sky, aged 64. Mike, aged 55.

Photos taken from Jess T Dugan’s series To Survive On This Shore.

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“Swivel… but delicately.” | FANTASTIC BEASTS: THE SECRETS OF DUMBLEDORE

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Twenty One Pilots - The Outside (Official Video)

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new clancy letter

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New clancy letter

I wrote it out so it's easier to read because I know it's kind of hard reading the cursive. I'm gonna put it under the cut because it's long

"I haven't had the ability to write for what seems like a lifetime. This deprivation is what weighed on me the most. Not the lack of food, or the change of scenery - they wouldn't let me write anything down.

Well, at least not without them present...

I remember that day vividly. First, they let me out. Even though the hallway was still gray and drab, the new experience was a shock to my system - significantly different than usual captivity. I tried to match the rhythm of the nameless guard's footsteps as we echoed down the long corridor. I followed close behind, as If i had no choice. Cold concrete encapsulated us and seemed to cast a spell of synthetic calmness. Obedience.

we arrived at a blue door. it was an odd contrast to this concrete maze. As I went through the doorway I found myself in another typical gray Dema room. The only difference was who was waiting for me.

Four of them. Three of them were unknown to me, but one was clearly Keons. I knew his voice

They proposed an idea. a television show - or whatever it was. I had no idea that I was known outside of my cell, but they informed me that I had garnered notoriety for my schemes and outbursts. They wanted to use my face for the benefit of the city. They handed me a pen - a familiar instrument. yet they must be present when I use it. They wanted to manage my imagination and vision. although shackled, at least I could create again.

Thus began the sessions.

Everyday my cell door would open. I followed the guard down the familiar hall, through the blue door, to sit down at the desk and chair.My designated creative space - perfectly centered under their watchful eye. Sometimes three, sometimes eight - not once were all nine present. He was never there. I would have felt it if he was.

At the end of the session, Keons would take my pen, gather my writings and send me back. This went on for months

What were we creating? I wasn't sure. A variety show with songs and set pieces? Were the rulers of this stifled city actually attempting entertainment for its people? Everything I created had to be "for the benefit of the citizens of Dema" - a phrase I heard often. I didn't question them - I was happy to be out of my cell - and putting words to paper.

On the final day, after I wrote the last line, I was asked what to name it? The question caught me off guard. This seemed like a decision they would make.

Show Day: They dressed me up and asked me to smile - a poor attempt at hiding my sleep deprivation. It was all so colorful, as if compensating for the grayness of the city.

it was a blur. Before I knew it, it was over, and I was back in my cell. I can only remember fragments - only blurred hallucinations of color and chaos - like a dream. The confusion of it all hangs overhead. What was it all for?

.... but it wasnt over.

I guess it went well enough for them to request more of me. I was useful to Dema, and my creativity was exploited in new forms - they wanted me to be the entertainment at the annual assemblage of the Glorified - a performance at sea for the premiere citizens of Dema.

I knew those weren't the real bishops on that ship.

I'll quicken the entry - I need to keep up with The Torchbearer.

During the performance, we were attacked by something in the water. I don't know what possessed the creature to attack, but it was odd, and felt incredibly intentional. Many lost their lives in the attack, and I was thrashed through the bitter cold water, yet somehow survived.

Did this 'icy cold' preserve me? Why was I spared? I am still so cold as I write. This place feels foreign - nothing like Trench. From the frigid sea, the air here is somehow colder than the water that surrounds it.

I have a strange feeling that this island will provide answers. I must go.

-Clancy"

SO HOLY SHIT, I guess we were wrong about saturday and the outside taking place before the Trench cycle.

First of all CLANCY ISN'T DEAD. I guess they knew the submarine crashed and they assumed he died with many of the others.

The first thing he talks about is writing the live stream, he was confused and sleep deprived for it which fits because he acted confused and rushed sometimes.

Then he talks about Saturday, a performance for the "premier citizens". Who are they and what decides they're "premier"? He says that he knows those aren't the real bishops on that ship, what if they bishops were planning on using the creature that attacked the submarine to kill Clancy so they used fake/expendable bishops in their place (he did say the attack felt intentional), or they knew about the creature in the water and didn't want to risk being on the ship themselves.

He also quickly interrupts that to say he has to keep up with the torchbearer, which, from what I can tell from the photos, is Josh. It must be just them two on the trip because there's no mention of anyone else.

Clancy says the island feels nothing like Trench which pretty much proves that this happened AFTER the trench cycle. He asks why the 'icy cold' preserved him and why he was spared, maybe the attack was orchestrated by the banditos to save him. Lastly he ends it saying he has a feeling the island will provide answers, which is probably what we'll see in the new mv (PREMIERING TOMORROW!!!!)

(map of his travel)

They most likely started off at Port Vial and traveled pretty far out to where you could see the islands from the background, then trash(?) attacked and he swam to Voldsøy with the torchbearer (josh).

That's all we have, again feel free to add anything if you know anything, especially since we don't have much