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Am I a friend? Potentially. An adversary? Conceivably. But a saviour? That’s for certain.

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The Munich Manual of Demonic Magic is a fifteenth century grimoire primarily composed in Latin. It is currently in the collection of the Bavarian State Library in Munich. The text focuses largely on demonic and necromantic magic, but contains sections on conjuration, astrological magic, and divination as well.

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turkey and azerbaijan are attacking armenia right now, and it’s 1915 all over again because the world is distracted and people are too busy wondering if they’re gonna live or die, and who gives a shit about my country anyway? my mum told me to tell my friends and explain to them what’s happening and that we are the victims in this war because azerbaijan is spreading lies and people are believing their lies and i told her, what good is that going to do? do you think anyone’s going to come to our aid? is russia going to help us? is america? is england? erdogan said they will finish what their ancestors started, and he means genocide. he means ethnic cleansing. he means to massacre every last one of us. and in doing so admitted to the very same thing turkey has spent 105 years denying. i don’t know who to tell and what good telling people will do because we’re a small, insignificant country, and we have nothing to offer to the people in power, the handful who rule the world. so i sit here with my pain and i feel helpless. i know there’s twitter threads and links to petitions and people being urged to contact their senators, and sorry if im being pessimistic, but azerbaijan has been attacking us for the last 22 years, and though we defend ourselves, we can’t do anything to stop them. they’ve violated ceasefires (and geneva conventions) multiple times. i don’t think they’ll rest until every last one of us is dead.

we just want peace. we just want to live peacefully. we’re not asking for a lot here.

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Liam saying on Talks Machina that he flat out FORGOT about Vokodo’s spell reflection means that this little reaction to Matt asking “Does anybody in this party have over 72 hit points at the moment?” is literally

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Concept: combine the “you don’t know you live on a death world until you leave it” trope with the whole Cthulhu-in-space genre of weird fiction, except in reverse: humanity’s Special Thing™ is that humans (and, by extension, all terrestrial life-forms) are weirdly resistant to reality-bending bullshit, which is what lets us survive and build a relatively functional civilisation in spite of hailing from a world that plays host to multiple Other Gods – which is, of course, otherwise unheard of; having even one of those squamous bastards in the neighbourhood is generally enough to ruin a whole star system’s day.

Non-human vessels can’t approach within a dozen light years of Sol without their crews being driven mad by the corrosive psychic resonance emanating from Earth’s deepest oceans, and we’re wandering around living our lives and not noticing. Aliens can never travel on human ships because our FTL drives kind of maybe tunnel through Hell, a process that horribly warps non-terrestrial life, and we just think it looks pretty when the n-dimensional hellfire coruscates across the viewports.

This sort of thing kept humanity uncontacted for a long time, until the aliens’ observers eventually figured out that we weren’t a bunch of weirdly normal-looking elder thralls, we just straight up weren’t aware there was a problem. It’s only then that they arranged first contact – remotely, of course – to basically ask “dude, what the fuck?”

(Humans are reasonably well-integrated into the galactic community these days, though most worlds enforce strict screening and quarantine procedures before allowing a Terran traveller planetside; it’s just like a human to have a class 7 epistemivore hitchhiking in their brain, and when informed, go “you know, I have been getting these headaches lately”.)

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victor tsoi , about like half of his songs : yeah , it doesn’t really mean anything . no deep meaning , no metaphors whatsoever . just a fun nonsensical lil’ song !

me : i love you , but i also don’t believe you .

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okay, I usually post Palaye memes here, but right now I'd like to talk about something else

today is the 30th anniversary of the death of the talented Russian musician Victor Tsoy

you don't need to know the lyrics to understand his music

I think it's important

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fun words :

bastard

scoundrel

charlatan

harlot

rapscallion

hooligan

ruffian

swindler

plebeian

blasphemy

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Twenty-something years later I still feel like shit

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call me deranged, call me mister no name

(x)

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Gawt DAMNNNNNN this shit slaps so fucking hard

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The Anarchist Cookbook, William Powell

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Not nearly enough “Sirius Black makes himself at home in Privet Drive because there’s nothing the Dursleys can do to get him to leave” fic out there, and it’s a crying shame.

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Degausser - Brand New