#chur bomb

[kilometerking976]

CAN SOMEBODY GET SOME CHAOS IN HURR🗣🗣🗣

[sillyams]

I’m sorry

[margoteve]

The Normandy Album 2

Parentage

Pairing: Shakarian

Rating: eh PG?

Summary: Joker tries to prank Garrus with tactical use of Grunt.

Enjoy! The chapter is also on AO3. Inspired by an art of @thatwildwolfart

"Hey, Grunt!"

"Yeah?" Grunt looked up from his meal and squinted at the approaching human. The pilot. Joker. It wasn't often the brittle human would leave his station in the cockpit. "What is it?" The young krogan noted the lack of EDI, the AI in her robotic body often served as asistance to the man.

Joker carefully sat down by the mess table. "You know how Shepard is kind of like your dad?"

Grunt frowned. "Shepard is my Battlemaster, not my father."

"Yeaah but like she takes you out like shooting and gifted you that new shotgun and didn't she bail you from C-Sec, again, last time we were on Citadel? That's kinda like prime dad behaviour," Joker argued his case.

"Where are you getting with this human?" Grunt tilted his head, smelling some sort of trick.

"Nowhere, really, just food for thought," Joker said. "It just makes you think how she you, and Garrus make for a very disfunctional family. So I was you know, trying to organize the dynamics."

"Heh," Grunt grinned. "Don't worry, you too are in my krant. Despite your squishiness."

"Right, thanks Grunt. Anywhoo!" Joker slowly stood up. "I should go, the Normandy won't fly itself."

"It is flying itself, though," Grunt noted but Joker waved his hand and limped away to the elevator.

Grunt returned to his meal but his mind was slowly churring the conversation. Then he paused, looked in the direction of Joker. "Heheheh."

"Team Reunion Friday" was the best idea that Kasumi and Tali came up with. The old squadmate crew of Shepard all together for a night of drinks and shenaningans in Shepard's apartment post-war. Everyone was in high spirits. Shepard was sitting at the top of the table, in her wheelchair raising a toast. "To Normandy!"

"Here, here!" Everyone responded.

Just as they were downing the drink Grunt turned to Commander. "Shepard."

"Grunt?"

"You have been the closest a tank bred could have to a father," he said with a grin.

"Aww, thank you Grunt."

"Does this make Vakarian my mother?"

The bomb was dropped, most guests started to choke on their drinks, some stared, Joker grinned like it was Christmas.

"Well..." Shepard looked at Garrus.

"Now, hold on Shepard-" the turian started.

Among the sputtering a loud laughter boomed among the crew, much to the embarrassement of one Garrus Vakarian. Grunt grinned. Later when the jokes and jabs at Shepard's boyfriend ceased Grunt stopped by Joker.

"You owe me a bottle of ryncol."

"I'll make it two, buddy," Joker replied grinning at the recording. It would strike him gold on the extranet.

"Good, hehehe."

[minervas-wife]

TWD S2 EP5 LIVE THOUGHTS

i raise my fist in the air and shake it like a cartoon character every time i see ed peletier

i actually love the atlanta bombing scene bc this situation would be so actually genuinely frightening to experience,, its like being told that the govt are giving up on u

seeing famous actor james allen mccune outside of sp7 is crazy man

i hate man talk shane hes so annoying snsksksks

daryl walking thru the water so carelessly my man gonna have trenchfoot by the end of this episode

'i just had a long talk with shane' lori sweating bullets

shut up merle shut up merle shut up merle

NOT THE WALKER EAR NECKLACE

'or WHAAaat?'

i used 2 think all americans annunciated their words like hershel = mature pronounced 'mat-yewr' instead of 'ma-chur'

'let's keep that to ourselves' hershel wouldn't like an ear necklace for some reason

'if its smart it left the country'HA

GLENN MAGGIE BETH AND JIMMY AT THE KIDS TABLE

kisses his temple 'i got stitches 😡'

walker barn moment :/

[tommyoboe]

BERLIN 2024.

I don't have a plan for this post and I believe that's pretty apt for talking about this place. For me, Berlin is not just a city but a character and a way of life. I embrace the hippie nature of this statement, just as I embraced the German capital with Cameron. With everything we had.

Upon arriving Monday morning, we enjoyed the ease of self check in at the vibrant Urban Loft. We then toddled along in the scorching but not entirely unpleasant heat to grab a coffee and Anzac cookie from the renowned Barn Coffee. The service was superb and the coffee outstanding. This is one of our top roasters, so to experience the coffee in person was a real treat.

On to charming Prenzlauer Berg we went, showcasing remnants of the Berlin Wall, that is a huge part of Berlin's personality. It was fascinating to walk through wide sunlit streets and capture the contrast between West and East. Second hand shops and adorable cafés lined the way, displaying mid-century pieces in a rainbow of colours. It was a real celebration of culture and loudness in the home. I loved it.

With deli goods in hand we stumbled upon a tree containing books, divine cold brew coffee, a mosaic salamander, and Ting, showcasing the best of Scandi design.

An effortless ride on the U-Bahn took us to Friedrichshain, with the Eastside Gallery displaying art from times old and new. There were celebration pieces alongside works for thought and a look back through history with striking impressions on a period ruled by division. The other side led to the cute River Spree, with buskers playing folk and jazz tunes as the sun set.

Our trip to supreme Berlin chain Burgermeister rounded off a day full of walking nicely! We people watched, noticing all sorts of characters roaming the bustling but calm streets. Groups were fairly small, mainly individuals and duos going about their lives. It was a nice change the night scenes of Birmingham, swarmed with large garish groups all looking the same. I love that in Berlin everyone is truly individual.

Balu Coffee was our breakfast spot the next morning. The croissant benedict with avocado and salmon was vibrant and refreshing. Cameron's kimchi toastie was full of flavour, my grapefruit juice zingy and Cameron's cold brew packed a superb punch.

Edgy Kreuzberg was our central location for the day. The streets were lined with converted East German flats and vast greenery. Minimum was bursting to the seams with furniture from our favourite brands and the neighbouring stationery shop had a huge selection to make the mind boggle.

We found ourselves in an oasis of greenery at a garden centre set up for the homeless, then at a charming street corner for cold brew with tonic. This seemed commonplace in the city, and it's now something I miss.

Markthalle Neun was a definite highlight. The eclectic range of food options had us gasping in delight. The freshly made salami pizza slice went nicely with Fritz Kola, something that is a true German staple.

The afternoon continued with exceptional dark chocolate ice cream and as the evening approached we made our way to the Tempelhof. This was the site of a Berlin airport for many years and is now a meeting place for all Berliners. Barbecues, cycling parties and even a refugee shelter brought people together. This beautiful mix epitomised Berlin in every single way.

We rose the next morning to be greeted by bagels and cold brew coffee at Tucano Coffee, before making our way to the Tiergarten to embrace all things green. The eerie but magical sounds of the Carillon Tower were enchanting, and as we strolled through the gardens, I felt a sense of happiness and confidence. Everywhere we went in Berlin, people didn't stare or question each other, rather people enjoyed themselves and had no worries. I felt self conscious about wearing shorts, but in this city I felt this completely disappear.

They also have this thing in Berlin called summer.

The afternoon contained more contrasts, from a bombed out church from World War II that still had elements of beauty to lavish department stores in the west. We marvelled at the Vitra collection in the KaDeWe, as well as Paper & Tea and some astounding cookies.

Potsdamer Platz followed for more sensational Barn Coffee, then to the Mall of Berlin for shopping with a view over Berlin's government buildings. Alexanderplatz brought sensational currywurst and a trip to the DDR Museum for an insight into life in former East Germany. Even the U-Bahn journey home brought joy, with Berlin's Hauptbahnhof illuminating us from underground with a ceiling depicting a starry night.

We ventured to the Moabit area for breakfast on our final full day in this bustling metropolis, followed by more shopping at familiar brands like Arket, Cos and Rains. A bakery pit stop and cold brew later we were at the Kurfürstendamm, one of Berlin's most famous avenues for shopping. We took in the designer outlets on the sunlit boulevard before continuing our journey at the Musical Instruments and Deja Vu Museums. We stocked up on Ritter chocolate at their huge store before enjoying a final cocktail to close our experience in the stunning capital.

It was difficult to say goodbye to this wonderful city, as to me there is no place more brilliant I have ever visited. It has everything the imagination can conjur. The public transport is unreal, rightly putting UK public transport to shame with its vast selection of overground and underground offerings. The pace of life is slow but people get things done with no complaints. The weather is beautiful in the summer. The blend of past and future is spectacular. The history is like that of no other city. And the people are one that I can embrace. I feel I can be my true self in this city, and that is the best possible feeling.

This trip has heightened our desire for a life abroad, as I feel this is where the future really is. This is where true happiness can be found, and that realisation is one of the most exciting ones to date.

So until next time Berlin, vielen dank und auf wiedersehen.

[oldschoolhip-hop]

Chur Bum: Nine Releases Creates Tyler The Creator LEGO Figure

Nine Releases put out a very dope mini-figure of Tyler, the Creators album, “Cherry Bomb.” The figure isn’t tall but sure is mighty with a fixing of detail in the chest piece along with the mask featuring a ton of detail in the print. I can speak on the quality from my Mac Miller figure and safely say that this is a high-end collectible with a great look, so if you’re a fan of Tyler, the Creator…

[matlab-exe]

choose a tyler

[squuuge]

i made a shitty gif of Tyler the Creator”s cherry bomb guy

[bubblegum-babyydoll]

Cherry Bomb 🍒

[emosyzoth]

omg hai bestie 💖💖💖 ik ur probably sleeping rn and if ur not u should go sleep 💖 but tell me about the funky girlboss man with the eyepatch 💖

Omg u mean majima my girlboss malwwife dilf boyfriend girlfriend husband

💖💖 ok so actually in like Yakuza 0 and even b4 that I think he wasn't rly all that unhinged or 'im insane I'm crazy' he only adopted that persona after the events of Yakuza 0 bc he saw so many guys living their lives doing crazy shit and wanted to live crazier than all of them💖💖 also I think someone you love not knowing who you are rly and having to watch them find someone else does that to you 👍 he also acts kind of an idiot (he literally spent like a minute slamming his head on a desk to push a button) but I think he's still pretty intelligent nd just acts like that to go with the whole mad dog thing. And he has a daughter who is not rly his daughter but it's pretty clear he thinks of her as one is it's very nice seeing them interact her name is Yuki and I love her💖

Here's a pic chur of him he is saying this abt defusing bombs 💖💖💖💖💕💕

[lisatelramor]

Black Cat (or a White Elephant)

Every now and then I pull out a DCMK genderbend fic I started in 2012. Probably never going to finish or edit it to be honest. But. Because it took a sidestep and became an AU of an AU partway through (thus why it either needs compatibility editing i can’t be assed to do or made into 2 different things...) I had a few scenes that no longer fit. This is one of them, so the genderbending is kind of a side note. Also in this AU Kaito and Saguru started forming a sort of tentative friendship sooner than later. 

***

Kaito poked the box with her toe. The creature in it growled and thumped around the plastic interior. Kaito pulled out her cell phone. It was answered on the second ring.

“Hello?”

“Did you mail me a kitten?” Coughing and sputtering came from the other end of the phone conversation.

“…What?”

“Did you mail me a kitten?” The cat in the box was quiet again. Too quiet.

“Why would you think I sent you a kitten?” Hakuba sounded like she swallowed a sip of tea wrong.

Kaito squatted down to the box’s label. “I just signed off on an air-mailed package from Europe. A package containing a cat.”

“And you thought I sent it?”

“Well…” Not really, no. She couldn’t see Hakuba sending anything other than the occasional letters from halfway across the world, and certainly not something like a cat. “It was kind of a stretch, but I don’t really know anyone…from…Europe. Huh.” Kaito peeked through the hole in the box. Black fur.

“I take it you figured out your mystery cat mailer?” Hakuba’s dry tone was something Kaito found herself missing.  She could go without the superior attitude it often accompanied, but Hakuba could be a wonderful straight-man to Kaito’s goofiness if she’d play along.

“I think I might have an idea.” She did know one other person in Europe. And Chat Noir was probably the only person who would think to send Kaito a black cat.

“Does it have a name?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t opened the box yet.”

“Great, call it Schrodinger.”

Kaito snorted. “I’m not naming a cat Schrodinger. And I’m pretty certain the cat in there is alive since it was growling at me just a minute ago. Besides, that’s a mouthful.”

“Then shorten it to Schrodi. Or Ding.” It sounded like Hakuba was holding back laughter.

“Just a sec.” Kaito opened the cat crate. A black furred body shot out of the opening in a blur of fluffed fur and claws. It hid under the couch glaring at Kaito irritably. It probably blamed her for the nasty cross-continental trip. Taped inside the crate was a short letter. “Her name’s Estelle and she’s supposed to keep me company.”

“Does this person realize you have enough doves to supply wedding halls with complimentary flights across the chapel?”

“Probably not.” Hmm, a cat and doves. This wouldn’t turn out well would it? The cat growled from under the couch. “Well I can’t ship it back to Europe.”

“Keep it on a trial basis,” Hakuba advised. “If it gets into trouble, Aoshi seems like the type who would like a pet.”

“Good idea.” Kaito crumpled the note and went in search of something a cat could eat. She was pretty sure there was canned chicken in some cupboard. Honestly this could just as easily be a way of messing with her than Chat Noir sending a thoughtful gift.  She would have appreciated some notice at least. “Cats eat chicken, right?”

“And fish.” Kaito flinched, almost dropping the can and her phone. The damn f-word. “I wish you luck as the new, proud owner of a cat.”

“I’ll let you know if it lasts the week.” She set the dish of canned chicken in the center of the living room and retreated to a chair on the opposite side of the room as the cat. “Thanks for not being the one sending me a cat.”

“I can safely say that I will never be the person air mailing you a cat, Kuroba.” Hakuba was surely smiling on the other end. “I should be able to visit Japan in the future. This is your fair warning.”

“I’m not KID,” Kaito said automatically. It was practically a scripted part of their conversations by now. “But it will be good to catch up. I’ll pass along the news to Aoshi.”

“Good. Maybe you’ll get to meet Watson.”

“Can you get a European sparrow-hawk through customs?”

“With the right papers you can get just about anything through customs.”

“True.” The cat stuck her head out from under the couch. Her ears flicked back and forth in Kaito’s direction in time with her voice. Paw-step by paw-step, she crept until she reached the bowl in the middle of the room. Her tail twitched. Kaito could see her preparing from a trap. “I’ll see you around, Hakuba.”

“Have a good morning, Kuroba.” The phone disconnected and Kaito closed her phone silently. The cat finally stooped to eat the chicken. It looked like this would be a long process to get it to trust her. Thankfully Kaito was a patient person when it came to animals. She’d just have to keep the doves far away from dangerous kitty claws. “Hey, Estelle,” Kaito murmured. Ears flicked forward, but she kept gulping down the chicken. “What is Chat Noir thinking sending you, kitty cat?” Estelle growled. It was going to be a very long process.

*o*o*o*o*

“Allô? C'est de la part de qui?”

“Ms. Jones?” Kaito purred in her best Kid voice. “Just calling to inform you that your gift might not live until her adult fur grows in.”

“Kaitou Kid,” Chat Noir said, sounding pleased. “So you received Estelle.”

“Yes.” Kaito glared at the cat currently trapped under a laundry basket. It was alternating between batting at a feather and glaring at her with big, yellow eyes. “I don’t think we’ve hit it off.”

Chat Noir laughed. “Cats are picky. Friendship is something that must be earned.”

“Well she isn’t really helping me like her.” Kaito shifted her phone to the other ear so that she could better soothe the dove on her forearm. Poor Karui was missing feathers from her tail and still shaking an hour after Kaito found her trying and failing to escape the cat. “She tried to eat my doves.”

“You keep birds?” There was a sigh from the other end. “No, no, of course you keep birds. You are self-proclaimed a magician-thief. You have kept them separate; you would not be so foolish as to let a cat into the roost, so to speak.”

“Of course, I’m not stupid.” Kaito skritched at Karui’s feathers along her head and neck like she enjoyed. The trembling became soft coos of contentment. “Accidents, however, happen and I can’t watch her all the time.” The cat in the basket chose that moment to meow loudly and authoritatively, like it could convince Kaito to let it out. She scowled at it. “The cat likes my neighbor for some reason. She climbs onto his shoulder and everything.”

“Does this neighbor like Estelle?”

“Terribly.” Estelle meowed again. Karui ruffled her feathers and shuffled higher along Kaito’s shoulder.

“Give her a bit more time. If she remains a nuisance, your neighbor would be a good home.” Chat Noir sounded amused. She probably was enjoying one-upping Kaito in some way even if it was in the form of a gift-turned-irritant.

“Fine. I wanted to be sure that there would be no hard feelings if this were the case.” Kaito transferred Karui to the perch she kept in her room for when she trained her doves. Karui scooted to her favorite place by the edge that was scored with hundreds of claw indentations from generations of doves. Kaito squatted to look at the cat. Surprisingly, Estelle didn’t hiss.

“None at all,” Chat Noir said. “She was sent with good intentions. I am glad to hear that you have companions of the human sort.” There was almost a question in her tone. Kaito frowned.

“He doesn’t know. I have friends who do, so please butt out.”

“Territorial, no?” Chat Noir was definitely laughing on her end of the phone. “Do I count among these friends, Petite Phantom?”

Kaito snorted and stuck out a hand for Estelle to sniff.  The kitten sneezed. “Maybe. Maybe not.” She was still annoyed that Chat Noir knew where to send the package. Kaito would have to respond in kind… Although knowing her phone number probably was equally invasive for people who liked their private lives to remain private. “I’m willing to give you the benefit of the doubt.” Estelle licked Kaito’s fingers before biting her pinky with needle teeth. Kaito winced. Thankfully she couldn’t bite too hard since she was still a kitten.

“Then I wish you luck with this…male friend.” She was grinning and Kaito was going to send her something nasty. Maybe a package that spat blue dye onto everything the moment it was opened. Or combining it with a glitter bomb. She would find glitter in places for years.

“It’s not like that, and thanks anyway.” Estelle was licking her hand again, but she was keeping her teeth to herself. Aoshi was going to love his new kitten. Love. And Kaito would gladly send the cat-toys, litter, food, and water dishes with her. “A pleasant day to you.”

“And to you, Kuroba-chan.”

Kaito winced. “Please don’t.” Chat Noir laughed and Kaito hung up the phone. It was probably a waste of an international phone call. At least she knew that the cat hadn’t been sent just to harass her. She was sure there was a little bit of harassment involved though. Chat Noir seemed intent on fitting into some kind of older sister role. It was annoying. Kaito could take care of herself and she certainly didn’t want anyone meddling. But Chat Noir wasn’t too bad. Kaito had wanted someone for cross dressing tips after all. Estelle bit Kaito’s finger again. She glared at the innocent, wide yellow eyes.

“You. You are going to live with Aoshi.”

Estelle purred low in her throat, rubbing against Kaito and the laundry basket. There would be fur stuck to the plastic next time Kaito went to use it.

“Don’t play cute. You just want out so you can murder my pretty birdies.” She was too much of a softie if a bit of purring and rubbing earned her forgiveness. Estelle mewed and butted her head against Kaito’s fingers, rubbing her whole body along them. “That counts as bribery. You’re not winning any points.” The kitten made a churring sound deep in her throat. Kaito sighed. “Fine. But far from Karui. You almost scared her to death.”

She lifted off the basket and scooped the ball of fluff into her arms. Pinpricks of claws immediately dug into her chest and forearm. “Yeah, yeah. I know.” Kaito scratched the fuzzy triangular ears and the kitten purred even as she tried to eat a button on Kaito’s shirt. “I’m sure Aoshi will spoil you rotten.” The kitten went back to the living room where she was supposed to be and Kaito closed her door firmly with Karui safe inside. The dovecot was closed for the night as well and not even a particularly intrepid cat would get in or out of there tonight. She’d talk to Aoshi in the morning. He’d probably even hug her for it. That was one upshot of an unwanted cat. And Hakuba would laugh her head off when she told her… internally. Kaito couldn’t really see Hakuba laughing hard out loud for anything short of Kaitou Kid doing something both embarrassing and entrapping. And even then it would be smug. Actually, screw Hakuba. Kaito wasn’t telling her anything. Estelle, after a day of mischief, was finally asleep.

[yarkmagazine]

MY PERSONAL EXPERIENCE WITH CHUR BUM

Personally I fuck with Cherry Bomb. Pretty sick body of work and honestly I wasn’t mad when I first heard it. Matter of fact, I found myself waiting for T to get off of his dark shit. Kinda pissed that I wasn’t able to cop the documentary package that recently dropped, and sold out.. I was working that day so didn’t get a chance to camp out, even though I totally would have. Not all the way sad about it cuz I did recently finally get my copy of Boys Don’t Cry in the mail (ORDERED THAT SHIT ON Black Friday LIKE WTF FRANK???). 

Okay so here is a little sorry about how Chur Bum gave me unbelievable human strength. So basically one night I was on my way to the YMCA from my friends house late at night. The way it was set up is that I was on the main road that has express busses and shit that runs like once every 5 minutes which is pretty damn reliable like even late as fuck at night. But anyways, not sure about other places but in Toronto bus drivers are ass holes and will leave you even if they see you flagging them down and running in their general direction.. fuck them. But basically the express bus that I was on just reached my stop. And I saw the bus that I needed that would take me to the station that I needed to go to. I also noticed that the light was bout to turn green/ that nigga was about to take off/ the only thought that was in my head was OHHH FUCK. The bus that I needed to catch was at least 30 meters away or some shit (not 100% about those measurements, just know that the bus was kinda far as fuck from where I was at the time). So I'm thinking to myself “look as soon as this nigga opens the doors I'm bout to be on my Usain Bolt shit”. So right when the driver finally opened the doors the song “Cherry Bomb” started to play in my earphones. 

OK STOP THE STORY. The title track off Chur Bum always seemed to get mad disrespect cuz I guess people figured it could’ve been mixed better or whatever and you can't really hear the lyrics. I feel like T knew EXACTLY what he was doing to be most honest. I know Needle Drop even said that it was nothing but a Death Grips rip off??? Fuck that, totally deserved more than 3 stars.. like what the fuck.. what ever. To me, its more of the vibe that it gives off. Like for me at least, I have to be doing some sort of activity when listening to certain tunes. CAN’T JUST BE SITTING AROUND!!!! GO SKATE OR LIKE SKY DIVING IDK WHAT YOU LIKE TO DO!!!!! 

K back to the story. The doors just opened and I was about to be on my digital dash. IT WAS SOME SHIT STRAIGHT OUT OF A MOVIE TOO!!! Cuz as soon as the bus doors opened, nigga I shit you not, the beat dropped. And the volume was maxed the fuck out. I ran for my life and ended up catching the bus long story short. I always think about that day whenever I listen to that album. I think I will remember that day for the rest of my life!!!

The moral of the story is, it’s not about how meaningful the lyrics are, at least not all the time (PEOPLE LIKE TO HAVE FUN LIKE ARE YOU REALLY GONNA GET TU TO ILLMATIC IN THE CLUB?? I THINK NOT, NIGGA PLAY THAT UZI OR SOMETHING). Its about that feeling that you get when you hear it. Totally a conversation that can go on for ever and be debated and shit but this is just MY OPINION AT THE END OF THE DAY.

[bertievi]

💢Something about the muse that annoys you?

Mun talks about the Muse 

One thing that does annoy me to hell is his consistent protection of David! It’s different when he doesn’t know that his brother has essentially committed treason and is fraternising with the enemy and then him knowing and doing nothing to expose his brother for all he has done but instead cover it up when others would have been executed for lesser things. David outright told Hit/ler to bomb London... you all know my feelings on David.

His inability to hold his brother accountable is maddening! What’s worse is that I know in interactions the muse will also do everything he can to protect him by any means necessary. Arguably David’s treason is considered ‘top secret’ and it kind of gets its own immunity form the public... but it’s likely only top secret because Bertie and Chur/chill made it so. That man should have been arrested >.>

[lastconcourse]

Fragment of character monologue from slander/migraine scene

“at Dawn: flagrant fog coats us. Far, air brakes shout.  Get phone: touch, type: I must move a message out directly from a treescape where I shiver, past beige bridges, ponds, barns, silos and a creek’s crook, past freight rail’s rumble, from a train churring distant sound; a sentence sent like a needle through a nerve, launched to drive a calling through a thread, sent downtown, toward: cornice: cornered↴ outlets.   Makes tensed motions: Types a message; shivers, sends: “Discuss this SLANDER with your friends.” While yellowlit fog fills up a brick-framed window “Discuss the SLANDER against me with your douchebag “friends” s’friecleanends A clea⇉s’friecleanends A clea⇉s’friecleanends A clea⇉ A clean blue sky provides me zero help, and My approval rating with my father, mother, and cousins Is now rapidly:quickly:speedily:fastly:hurriedly: markedly rolling down ⇊⇊⇊ n’doYouwn⇉n’doYouwn⇉n’doYouwn⇉   You say no one was slandering ME? :m⇉ ⇉Unsurprising from an ugly piece of shit like YOU who surrounds himself with  idiots to make himself look smarter on camera. And if no one believes me— Oh, my forehead THROBS, My head jelly crushed, acid coated notions punch my brain in siege, A harsh memory puffing on six acidic deadly legs with haste INTO wherever the fuck my blasted soul hides the loci of it’s feeling BOOM! BOOM! Explosions in my forehead; Wherever the cosmic secret unknown to me, the workings of my soul still assailed. BOOM! BOOM! There goes the billion-horsepower spirit of cortisol, carpet bombing the lobe The lobe in the globe that is my skull, once home to my peaceful kingdom of thought, Where a cruel memory is now insurgent in what once was placid peace :e’Yopeacou⇉:e’Yopeacou⇉:e’Yopeacou⇉   You Little Douchebags It was really nice out today You RUINED IT By mocking and reminding me. My skull cracks forth, this brain force-engorged to bloat Up with copies of an acidstinging thought Born from past-hurt, infection spread by notion. Like under a car’s wheels I’m crushed chest to neck By tense chemical jaws erected throughout me.

NOT ttt’falnotse⇉ False? Fuck off: According about ttt’tabouto⇉ to you uuy’yonotu⇉ Not surprising…….Not surprising at all……. my past tttt’pabutst⇉ but not t’nomeanot⇉ I mean my HEAD ANYMORE                              The devil sent thee……cowards lie…. I made things better                 “NOT” character assassination?

Look up the definition because All my life I only wanted to lead The library is a fun place where you and your friends can go to learn about anything now I swear to God what they’re saying is sla’is SLA’is ⇉ SLA’is SLA’is SLA’is SLA’is SLA’is SLA’is SLA’is SLA’is SLA’is⇉ SLA’is SLA’is SLA’is SLA’is SLA’is SLA’is SLA’is SLA’is⇉ SLA’is⇉ SLA’is⇉ I swear to God what they’re saying is SLANDER is SLANDER R’SAYILANDERINGGGGG⇉⇉⇉⇉⇉⇉⇉⇉⇉⇉⇉IS SLANDERR”

[zephyrthejester]

Well, this just got awkward. Mao’s nowhere to be seen, but Suzaku and Lelouch have found Nunnaly... And a massive, motion-sensitive bomb that’s hanging from the ceiling.

You’d think the waterfall would trigger it, but...

Anyhoo, Mao called Lelouch and said that he’ll play along because Suzaku came on his own. He may be a madman, but he’s a fair madman!

And, uh. Speaking of Mao. Where in the flying fuck is he right now? This is within 500 meters of Lelouch, so it’s clearly near the school grounds. It looks like a church. And behind Mao there... Scales? Those look like scales.

I think it means Justice. You know, the scales of justice, and all that. But why a chur---

A church. A CHURCH. Just like there was a church in the vision Lelouch had when he grabbed C.C. at Narita. Holy shit.

I think... Mao might have some things he wants Lelouch to know before this is all over...!

[foobeech]

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