#10/11/24

[project-deity]

"I'm chris redfield and I'm here to make the residents stop being evil" - very real re9 leaks

[shankss-magnificent-ass]

Imagine breaking the news about the seraphim to King

You: I have bad news

King: [let's out a pained sigh] what could be worse than my race being revealed to the world, Kaido losing a fight, our empire falling, losing my wing, and being imprisoned by the very people my boss oppressed?

You: so we just heard from Luffy, and apparently. Vegapunk used the samples that he collected from you all those years ago.

King: [ throws back his head and cries] Fuck!

Queen: What'd he use them for? I had opted for cloning the skin samples to create a fleshy exoskeleton for a cyborg.

You: he made Lunarian cyborg clone-babies of some of the warlords.

Queen: oh! Cyborg Clones, huh? I had personally voted we use the skin samples we collected to create a skin for a mech, but cyborg clones never really occurred to me.

Jack: [guffaws] which ones?

King: [scrunches his eyes closed, crosses his fingers and whispers] not Moira, not Moira, please not Moira.

You: Kuma, Mihawk, Jinbe, and Boa Hancock.

King: how is that so much worse! Boa and Mihawk were intense enough as humans. And Kuma and Jinbe were strong enough due to their own species!

You: from what Nami said, they look around 8 or 9 years old. Vegapunk was kind enough to include pictures and details. [Holds out the package]

King: [can't stand the sight of the files, so he looks at the pictures first and sees they all look like normal photos a parent might take.] These are posed photos, aren't they?

You: most likely

Queen: [peeks over his shoulder] oh Boa is still beautiful as a child. Which makes sense, seeing as she's gorgeous as an adult.

Everyone in the room: [ ಠ⁠ಗ⁠ಠ]

King: [holds up a flaming fist] Kaido isn't here to protect you from me anymore.

Jack: [gives Queen a menacing look]

Queen: OH, NO! Not like that! NO!

No one in the room: [believes him]

A week later

You: hey King, so uh, I was wrong.

King: [pinches the bridge of his nose] please, don't.

You: There are other seraphims than the ones I told you about.

Queen: Figures

King: ... There's a Moira seraphim, isn't there?

You: [gives him a pinched smile] yeah, there's a Doflamingo, and a Crocodile seraphim too.

King: a Dofla-! That bastard! Mixing my genes with Moira of all people is bad enough, and to mix in a celestial dragon, especially Doflamingo, is even worse!

Jack: maybe Doflamingo was cute as a kid?

You: Ehh, no. I wanted to punch Doflamingo as an adult, but I want to punch him even more as a child.

King:[notices you are carrying more files] are those the new one's files?

You: yeah.

King: [braces himself and sighs] alright let me see.

You: you're taking this news better than I thought you would. [hands him the files]

Queen & Jack: [huddle closer to get a look]

Jack: [sees the pictures] oh god

Queen: how does Crocodile look more dower as a child?

King: [holds up the pictures of the Moira and Doflamingo seraphim's] these two are my least favorite.

You: Parents aren't supposed to have favorites.

King: ugh, don't call me that, please.

Queen: would you prefer Papa?

King: [pushes him away by his face] shut up

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[is-hinata-good-today]

november 10th, 2024

hinata is phenomenal today, more phenomenal than ever before!!!!

[conniesblueboys]

David Vassegh: "Kiké, what changed this series?"

Kiké Hernández: "Uh... the fact that the last two games we scored more runs than them?"

David Vassegh: "Okay, sounds good!"

(link)

[dearestlyrics]

if i chase you away

i’m back to chasing tail

running circles after what was real

[yvernal]

The 10th of November was a Sunday. I was already a bit sick, mostly a sore throat and a dull headache. It was sunny outside when I set off for a walk, bundled up in my winter coat and a big scarf. I walked almost 10km back and forth, from Mom's flat to the nice park.

I like sitting near bodies of water. There's something soothing about it, the stillness of the reflecting surface, the damp odor of the air and the faintest sounds of lapping.

[rovingsolitarything]

10/11/24

Temperance

Economy, moderation, management, frugality, accommodation, patience, purpose, the middle path, finding meaning, balance.

It’s very much time for a spiritual retreat, don’t you think?

- CJ

[awiita-de-melon]

Here we go 🚗

[forgetyoursingalongsandlullabies]

5 Positive Things 10/11/24

My Covid symptoms are fully gone now

I took a midday nap

Watched some cool clips of different Cab Calloway performances in class

Got mango milk tea after class

No rehearsal tonight so I’m looking forward to going to bed a little early

[lonely-journal-keeper]

The fact that there is not a hot girl sitting in my lap and kissing me stupid is actually homophobic

[beautysnake]

doodle from november

[charmac]

What is happening?

[mikeywayarchive]

king_contraryman and shoot_thescreens: THANK YOU @mychemicalromance @gerardway @mikeyway @raytoro @frankieromustdie 🖤

[Nov 11, 2024]

[azereii]

lethal!!!!!!!! company!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[yvernal]

I Am But An Echo Of Myself

I more than probably already said it but I tend to forget things easily. Most of the time, I only remember things that happened to me by accident, or because a situation I'm currently in the middle of echoes with one I was in before.

Sometimes I recall an anecdote because of something another person said. It's always a bit strange when it happens, because I have the sudden urge to share it, put it into words and air it out like some sort of washed laundry long forgotten in the washing machine's drum. It's wrinkled, humid and in a less than pristine condition. But it's mine nonetheless.

I feel quite shameful everytime I recall one. I feel even more so when I actually share it, find the courage and shamelessness to interject something along the lines of "it reminds me something that happened to me when-".

I feel like I monopolize the conversation when I do, despite being hardly the most talkative person out there. I'm always anxious of being the subject of back talk about how I keep bringing back everything to myself.

In a sense, I do bring it to myself.

But I need you to understand, I'm not doing that to overshadow you and your experience. I'm not doing that to be the center of attention or the most interesting people in our fleeting conversation group. If anything, I'm thankful that you were the first to talk, the first one to bring that subject on the table.

I have a terrible memory.

There's so little of me that I am merely an echo of myself, something solely able to exist by linking my existence to your own. There's nothing to envy or be jealous of, truly. All I do is gravedigging my own past like it's some forgotten treasure long buried to which you just gave me back the map leading towards it.

This blog is my hoard, in a sense. An empty jar that I'll slowly fill up with bits of nothings and slivers of my very benign existence, little trinkets and small treasures haphazardly recalled, stumbled upon, asked for.

I want to put my everything here, to remind myself just as to remind others that I once existed.

I exist. I exist. I exist.

Maybe if I write it enough, it'll start feeling true.

[every-sanji]