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abdulraveman · 2 years ago
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Yasuda Shota Kanjani's Entertainment GR8EST 2018
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kamil-a · 1 month ago
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futures already had the worst possible things to happen to it happen its all postgame now. just emdless new types of loneliness for people to give it. it knows where it stands with aerolith already, unlike sayer and ocean and speaker (at first) who think maybe they can Be Good Enough to win its (aerolith, the concept's) favor, future has no illusions, they (aerolith, every person and ai in it) want me dead, i want all of them dead. if i cant get positive attention then your thoughts will be squarely on me for the final hours of your life.
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dullahandyke · 2 years ago
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Girls will say they're gonna go study for the mocks and then go on adverts.ie looking at headphones. Some cunt is selling some cat ear ones for a fiver....
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[alecto the ninth]
gideon: i love you
harrow, stone faced: i killed john
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cthonicascendant · 1 year ago
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i got a plush cookie from a drag queen at pride and it is the most stimmy thing ever bc it is soft and squishy and crinkles when u squish it and anyways ilu random drag queen i hope ur doing well ty for the cookie
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weenfanaccount · 2 years ago
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2 go back to min wage job I LOVE (classroom assistant w autistic kids) or to suck it up and be "academic mentor" at catholic skool and earn enough to move out and support self..........
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synthshenanigans · 11 months ago
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My gender is a fuckin rock
PFFTT 10/10 keyboard so true
Tags: @tallyhoot @lemonlightt @cr0ws-cha0t1c-c0llect10n & anyone else who'd like to join :}
Type "my gender is" on your phone and let your phone finish the sentence, then tag your moots to keep the chain going, I'll go first.
My gender is a little bit more intense than I thought I could have done
@mirukosbitchywife @get-junpeid
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thewertsearch · 3 months ago
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So pacified, he listened to what I had to say, a8out my recent travails with the law, and Pyralspite, and what I'd come for in truth - the treasure he'd 8een keeping safe for me.
There's the fucker.
I cradled the oracle in my synthetic hand, as if appraising 8y w8 the mystic qualities it still concealed. With my vision 8fold seared away, I was as 8lind to its secrets as the old Doctor was to its present wherea8outs. I'd learned to keep it cloaked from the awareness of the man who once called me his protege, a 8ackhanded term of endearment from a smug manipul8or. Loc8ing his so called dark pockets was the only gam8it I had in countering his milktongued dou8lespeak.
Milktounged is such a great descriptor for Scratch's bullshit. I'm willing to bet that the Expatriate came up with that one.
I wonder what Scratch's plan was for Mindfang? Perhaps she was just another vector for manipulating Vriska - a particularly effective one, too, since she's serve as a mouthpiece her descendant would naturally trust.
The expatri8 for indiscerni8le reasons seemed naturally surrounded 8y such a void in the Doctor's awareness, and so was uniquely fit to inherit the or8. The Doctor could not see his treasure, nor I into it.
It's been implied a couple of times that the ancestors have access to Aspect powers. The Expatriate appears to have some sort of passive Void ability, and Mindfang's (presumably) effective use of the Fluorite Octet suggests that she, too, can manipulate luck. She also referred to Redglare as a 'true seer' in her journals, implying that that each Guardian might also share their offspring's Class.
This is a pretty interesting idea. The Guardians are children of Sburb, same as the Players, so there's nothing really stopping them from having pseudo-Player status themselves. They don't seem to have Dream Selves, but it's not out of the question that they could even ascend to God Tier, if they died on a Quest Slab.
It also means that the human Guardians probably had powers, too. Could their advanced knowledge of Sburb be derived from Mom Lalonde's status as a pseudo-Seer?
I guessed exploiting some technological means of gazing through its surface may have 8een simple enough, 8ut I hesit8ed. Every expedient granted 8y its counsel, though never instantly, came at a price. Knowing his n8ture, I'm surprised I only now recognize it as yet another instrument of his spurious 8enevolence, dangerous 8y way of selective divulgence. The sense of infalli8ility his oracle 8rought me was superficial, and in hindsight weakened my readiness.
Unsurprisingly, the cueball's answers have the same asterisk attached to them as Scratch himself. It doesn't lie, but you'd be a fool to think that means it can't manipulate you. Like all of Scratch's games, it's rigged as hell; you can't win, and you probably shouldn't even try.
…mind you, there might be a way to keep its answers unambiguous. If you restricted your queries to yes/no questions, then it couldn't phrase its responses to give Scratch an advantage.
At the same time, though, there's nothing forcing it to answer a given query with a single word. It'd probably just insist on answering in full sentences.
The gr8est mistake I have ever made was asking the or8 when I would die. 8ut as I revisited the prophecy surrounding this unfortun8 query, something struck me. I thought of the man I would have as a m8sprit centuries from now, who was said to command an army of 8easts. The one it called the summoner.
Mindfang dated Primordial Tavros?
...that poor bastard.
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vristrogen · 2 months ago
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8ehold my gr8est cre8ion.
(inspo under the cut)
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hey8ter · 4 months ago
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WAKE UP!!!!! IT'S AUGUST 2024!!!!!
🖤💜🧡💙💚
D-1 SUPER EIGHT IS 20!!!!!
🖤💜🧡💙💚
tumblr is basically dead internet
I am a working adult who can pay my own bills
and I owe STARTO NOTHING
but I owe Eito everything.
That's the reason I want to tell all of you why Kanjani8, SUPER EIGHT, Eito is the best group that ever existed and do some crime.
Now listen... Osaka Romanesque feat. Taro Hakase from GR8EST (2018).
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safyresky · 1 year ago
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WELP THE VOTES ARE IN AND APPARENTLY, WE JUST CAN'T LEAVE BLAISE ALONE ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
BUT, GIVEN THE AMAZING ART OF QUEEN FROST THAT JUST DROPPED HERE BY THE AMAZING, STUNNING, SHOWSTOPPING, TALENTED, BRILLIANT, TUMBLR USER @lmelodie, THIS IS SUCH A GOOD TIME TO POST THIS FUCKING SNIPPET.
ENJOY THE CS SPOILERS/BLANGST/ONE OF SERAFINA'S NOT SO GR8 MOMENTS BELOW THE CUT:
Hismus’s explanation faded out as Blaise’s memory finally, finally clicked. The nightmares. The drinks; the fight. He could hear a faint ringing. A concerned voice.
“Dad?!”
“I need to sit down,” Blaise said, feeling his body sinking down, his hand on the bedframe the only thing keeping him upright.
“Santa, the chair!”
“Oh!” Quickly, Santa grabbed his vacated chair, shoving it under Blaise just in time.
Gratefully, the sprite sank into it, his hair going out in a puff, the molten in his suit dimming. He brought his hands up to his face, resting his elbows on his knees.
“Dad? Is everything okay?”
“…I think I know what this is,” Blaise admitted, looking up. “Because it happened to me, too.”
Elle and Santa both gasped. Hismus looked very intrigued. Jack nearly fell out of his seat in surprise. “What happened?” he asked.
“Back when I was younger,” Blaise began, “Much, much younger, just before the Succession War, and a few centuries after The Call, I was training alongside my brother to become a Warlock. We’d study daily under the tutelage of Queen Frost; our mother. Your paternal grandmother,” Blaise added. “You may as well sit back down, Jack. This may take a moment.”
There was a bit of a shuffle as everyone got comfortable. Jack sat back down, listening closely. Elle sat on the edge of Jacqueline’s bed, gently. Santa pulled up another chair. Hismus had his clipboard at the ready, pen poised to write.
“Queen Frost was always very…particular on how we should do things. The way we’d point; the way we’d use our staffs, the way we’d utter spells and incantations, everything right down to the most minute detail. To put it into modern day terms, it was very much her way or the highway. Lessons sucked.”
Blaise paused for a moment, wringing his hands, his knuckles cracking. “Around the time we were finishing up our advanced studies, getting ready to move on to the highly advanced level, Queen Frost got friendly,” Blaise nearly spat, his eyes narrowing. “Suddenly, food and drink were allowed in lessons. She even brought us drinks, that she made, herself. It was suspicious…but I didn’t pry. The one time I did, I got a lecture from her, then one from the King, and an even more annoying one from your Uncle later that night. I left it alone. But I was right,” he said, stony faced. “She was slipping a potion into the drinks. It was called mageia anochino. It’s a bad one.”
There was a click as Hismus clicked open his pen, quickly writing the name down. Blaise frowned, rubbing the back of his neck.
“It didn’t start out that way, of course. It was originally used on potential young castors, to open their minds to magic. It would make it easier for them to connect to the source, to the magic levels all around us, or not; their teachers could guide them, since the potion essentially opened their mind, allowing for outside magical influence. It was supposed to be used to help; to guide. But of course, people found ways to misuse it. It was a potent mix. If you upped the dosage or gave a steady dose for a number of days, you could imbue their mind with power like no other, and with their mind that open…you could easily slide in yourself take control of them. You could influence them to do you bidding, even. Mold them to your will.”
“Holy shit,” Elle said, voicing what everyone was thinking. “That’s…awful.”
“Very,” Blaise agreed. “Probably one of the worst abuse of potions I’ve seen. The Queen planted it in our drinks for weeks, neither of us none the wiser. Then, finally, one day, nearly a month later, she gave us a lecture on power. What it means, and how much we could potentially tap into one day. Observe, she said, and she lifted her hands, and my body wasn’t my own anymore.”
Hismus’s pen went tumbling; Santa inhaled sharply, sharing a look of distaste with Elle. Even Jack looked horrified, leaning back in his seat and straightening up in shock as Blaise continued with his tale.
“I was stuck in my own mind, helplessly watching as my brother and I were forced to fight. I couldn’t control myself; there was so much outside influence and so much power coming in. I could barely keep up. It burnt. I’d never experienced a burn before; not until that very moment. Her influence was strong; I fought so hard to kick it. I didn’t want to hurt your uncle; I didn’t want to have all the power she was showing me. Not like that. Not at the expense of my brother.”
Blaise sighed, slumping back in his chair and rubbing his temple. “I had the upper hand. I saw myself ready to bring down fiery wrath on my brother, the Queen’s voice in my head, telling me to let it happen. Don’t cave; don’t show weakness. Power commands respect; and weakness shows that you don’t deserve respect. Bullshit like that,” Blaise said. “But she was wrong. I knew she was wrong; and I knew that this wasn’t what I wanted. It took a lot of energy, but I managed to take back control. And just in time, too. The shot went wide. I rolled off of my brother, both of us panting on the floor as the Queen stood over us, disappointed. He could’ve lost an eye! But all she cared about was that I had shown weakness; I hadn’t embraced the power that could be mine. Ours.”
Blaise slumped, looking exhausted. “My mother was not pleased. But what else was new,” he added with a loose shrug. “I quit warlock studies right then and there, on the spot. I walked out of our tutoring tower and never looked back. I was done.”
“And your brother?” Santa asked, curious.
“He had gotten a taste of the ultimate power, and just like our parents, decided that he wanted it. He continued his studies, and our relationship deteriorated from there, and, well. Most people know the rest,” Blaise finished, with a tired smile.
“I’m so sorry, Blaise,” Elle said, unable to say anything else. She reached over, giving him a comforting pat on the shoulder.
“Thanks, Elle. I appreciate it.” He took a deep breath in and, steadying himself, stood back up. His presence had shifted entirely; brows knit in determination, he turned to Hismus.
“From what Elle and Jack have told me, and what Jacqueline has described herself, and what I know, I think that’s exactly what’s been effecting her. I want any and all toxicology tests you have at your disposal done. If there’s anything you need, I’ll reach out to CS General myself to get it ASAP.”
“Yes sir,” Hismus said, rushing into action.
“If this is really what it is,” Blaise said, “We have way more problems on our hands than a leaky roof and an overpowered sprite.”
hey....psst....
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lunaticli8rarian · 4 months ago
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ok so like the whole idea of vriska never trusting anyone 100% confirms to me the idea that this is just what was implied on the meteor happening in front of the camera.
cuz she did trust people. several people. like 20 or so people! she trusted tavros with godhood for crying out loud! (it 8ackfired of course. cuz tavros will never know peace.)
hell the literal gr8est thing she ever did was trust someone else. she saved paradox space and completed the circle in everything 8y summoning four kids and letting them deal with it. she left everything else to everyONE else. arquius, june, rose, jasprose, nannasprite, terezi, dave, dirk, roxy, kanaya etc. everything else she just left to them to solve instead of trying to take it all in her hands. she even left the drawing to karkat for corns sake!
8ut SOME people can't see the o8vious! so it's gotta happen ON SCREEN!
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imaginingfrancium · 2 years ago
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blooming panic but pinoy 🇵🇭 pt. 4: merry xmas 🎄
merry christmas, bloomic fans! it's the 25th already in the PH saur lol maligayang pasko~~~ also hbd to JC, my man 😩🙏👆
here's a performance from the server's gr8est 🥳🌟🤜
blooming panic has been the best and worst thing i discovered this year. hope yer holidays r good !!!
merry crisis <3
mahal na kasi ang mga bilihin ngayon tngina bbm--
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stelly22 · 5 days ago
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Gr8est advice
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world-of-lang · 1 year ago
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BIRTHDAY CAKE COMING THROUGH. THANKS TO MY BOYFRIEND @flamingsw0rd FOR THE GR8EST CAKE EVER.
LET US LISTEN TO GET WARMER IN CELEBRATION
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the-90s-music-colosseum · 1 year ago
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Obsessed with this video of Jonny Greenwood violently assaulting his guitar in front of a live audience and then calmly doing a gay little walk offstage.
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The addition of “Anyone Can Play Guitar” in the background really ties the piece together.
You can find the video as “Jonny Greenwood of Radiohead is The Gr8est” on YouTube so be sure to include it in the post if you can!!
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brilliant
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