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"Typos are a foreign concept to a generation with no real handwriting ability."

“I’ve pleaded to the spirits tied to the ancient gods… And still the holy powers have proven deaf to my devotion. Please just tell me… What is it…? What’s wrong with me?!”

Fun challenge, send these gaggle of dorks some questions about Ecco the Dolphin, time t

ohe lad between posts afterward. Meanwhil, on the part of Facebo

ok not overtaken by Pepto Bismol drinking Deadites from the 60's who still won't put down the baby hieroglyphics and take the doctor's medicine in recommended dosages.

Some people have been vocal, probably off planet, about too much Gookog and Veecheeto, I'm apologies, Goku and Vegeta standing in for other characters. Know that while more important things are needing to be done, and part of this chickenscratch metanarrative, I have filed your concerns. So, Fuu is making certain to watch his manners around Team PB&J.

Oh yes Riddel, if you have to suffer through all that trauma and keep a presentable face, shouldn't everyone else too?

So we have Yamcha at home, or an old thieves hideout, or Kame House, thoroughly engrossed with his phone. Whatever may he be watching? Really that's up to the dubbing team. Maybe he's using a few Sherlock Holmes Hardcovers to test his posture. Knock on the door it's Chi Chi and Tien. Piccolo's been moody, and won't talk to anyone he did the Tournament arc with. Well he did get a slap on the back against the Egyptian cat god, maybe it's up to him? Cue a drive, with multiple fender benders, to Taco Bell.,.Pilaf in a robot suit working the drivethru.

They drive to wherever, could be the middle of nowhere, I'm not in the mood for twitchy dramatics. Odd people's energy signatures have been showing up, and he's tightlipped about something. Something Something Ribrianne ' this is how the white race goes extinct.' Cowabunga, that's four onscreen characters! Pizza Time!

You can already hear the Luna Eurobeat playing, because it's kinda an automated feature!

We're working towards a Goku and Vegeta coma arc, try to cooperate without starving a man to death because standing in the corner because of your bratty attitude isn't working for you. It means more "other characters". That and mood swings.

What the fuck you looking at? Keep scrolling.

“Dolphins are just elf-Manatees!”

(via outofcontextdnd) "Cringing on the internet is good for you, builds survival mechanisms."

“Tell me… Do you ever feel a strange sadness as dusk falls? They say it’s the only time when our world intersects with theirs… The only time we can feel the lingering regrets of spirits who have left our world.”

“You’ll eventually succeed….!!! Won’t you?”

(Sounds like he’s living the dream, d***. 

I feel almost cozy, despite the soul-sucking communist architecture. Those rooms are probably very toasty.

pretty cool. makes me want to walk around a decaying abandoned city by myself.

I think I’ve seen that show.

I’m gonna go ahead and assume you’re a smoothbrain with zero knowledge on climatology. If the oceans keep warming up it may disrupt the North Atlantic Drift. The NAD is what gives the British Isles and continental Europe its mild climate and the Atlantic Northeast its relatively cold one.

>Ask for The Buffalo Man if you’re ever up for an extreme time._ OKAY)

Tenho sido um bom esportista sobre isso. Ninguém aqui pode dizer que não tenho sido um bom esportista sobre isso. Mas isso é legitimamente insano de alguns de vocês. É angustiante ter que responder incessantemente aos pedidos de pessoas na internet que encontrarão a menor desculpa injusta para tentar se matar e levar tudo consigo, mesmo depois de cada desafio que eles jogaram ter sido derrubado de cara no chão. Isso dói. Sempre dói pra caralho. E pela última vez que olhei, você não ofereceu nenhum incentivo real para a pessoa que está jogando como líder de torcida para você 24 horas por dia, 7 dias por semana. A pessoa, devo acrescentar, que é a única decente entre vocês nesta situação de merda que está aconselhando uma abordagem de bom senso que vai até a diversão ao invés de se desligar e se tornar um sonhador completo da internet. Olhe para este conjunto de imagens. O que isso contém? Deixe-me parafrasear, já que você quer fingir que dois dias atrás não aconteceu.

NOPE, YOU’RE NOT PULLING THAT BULLSHIT. YOU DELIBERATELY MAKE SHIT UP. NO ONE CARES ABOUT YOUR MICROMANAGING FETISH. LITERALLY NO ONE IMPORTANT. SHUT. THE. FUCK. UP. STOP TYPING. STOP ROLLING THE FUCKING DICE ON YOUR LIFE. YOU HAVE AN ADDICTION, AND YOU PROBABLY PLAYED THAT DRILL HANDS MONSTER IN THE PS2 GAME. SO ADVICE, 『KING OF ALL MONSTERS』; get a grip on your life, (please step on my balls) I’ll step on something else.

Você quer que eu tente novamente. Não, deixe-me corrigi-lo, você quer que VOCÊ tente novamente. Tentar o que novamente? Uma vez que se trata de uma corrida perfeita em sua cabeça, suponho que você queira uma corrida perfeita e feliz para sempre. Você quer cavalgar como o herói e varrer toda essa merda deprimente para chamar a atenção do seu NPC? Você quer ser o mocinho, por algum motivo. Suas motivações devem ser complicadas para precisar ser informado para bancar o herói por outra pessoa, talvez depois eles sejam o personagem não-jogador e você terá controle total do jogo? Isso faz meu peito doer e me dá uma dor de estômago que pode ser simpatia por você. Aqui, deixe-me tentar algo, deixe-me colocar minhas luvas de boxe. 

 * Certo, minhas mãos estão tremendo, como costumam fazer. Por causa de danos nos nervos. Na verdade, eles se contraem. Mas vejo o menu suspenso. Diz modo de depuração. O que é isso, configurações? Parece suspeito, mas por que não? 

* doot doot doot doot tap tap tap tap tap click click click * Dificuldade, configurações? Quer saber, atualmente está definido como ‘MASOCHIST’, vamos corrigir isso para você. * não doot doot tap tap tap click click click * 

Pronto, tive que inserir manualmente, mas configurei para 'EASY STREET’ pelas próximas 72 horas antes de voltar ao 'MODO DIFÍCIL’ por padrão. Isso é um monte de besteira de meta-comentário e eu honestamente acho que você poderia estar se saindo muito melhor sem usar esse tipo de interface para tornar as decisões sociais, econômicas, interpessoais, sexuais, românticas ou o que quer que seja. Eu poderia ter definido para noventa e seis horas, mas então ele simplesmente voltaria para a configuração mais difícil sem ajuste manual novamente e esta árvore GUI é a besteira mais complicada que eu já vi, e quero dizer que eu JÁ vi em Minha vida. Portanto, seja bem-vindo … assim que você agradecer pessoalmente, não sou um idiota insuportável que espera seus elogios até depois de uma reunião formal. Jesus Cristo Buda Tiki Vulcão Homem Búfalo larping Coiote Anubis Sua sogra Giant Serpent Riding Fudge ,,, quem é o responsável por este trabalho de hack escrevendo ????

FUTUO Pacha uti ea aliquid apud interactions. interationes 1posts bonis malisque.

Never.

No one asked for Amy Roses opinion today, g’day puta, and I say that with all due compliments to the fairer male gender..

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You can sell those suckers for over $100 on eBay. Couple years ago I wanted one of the original tamagotchis in clear and Tai’s clear orange Digivice and both were $100+.

^This is what you are.v

9 ball.

“Tell me… Do you ever feel a strange sadness as dusk falls? They say it’s the only time when our world intersects with theirs… The only time we can feel the lingering regrets of spirits who have left our world.”

At first I wasn't sure it was her because she looked completely different without make-up, but eventually I looked up the video and confirmed it had to be her.

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“You’d rather be what now?” The machine turned it’s single intense eye upon the figure leaned against the wall of the seaside cave that made up a passably survivable oasis in this desert. “My processors may have degraded from long decades spent patrolling this stretch of dirt and sand, and my aural processors though as sharp as ever have a certain static to them, I cannot reach agreement over what you have told me.”

The figure against the wall stared the cyclopean mechanism dead on, looking for all it’s viewing g pleasure like a firm-led military officer who’d gotten lost at a dress party and wandered out into the dunes , perhaps holding a wineglass. That caused it’s internal core to cool pleasantly.

“If you can understand me, then you understand what I said.” The woman in dress uniform tiredly tossed her silver speckled hair as if to dismiss the subject.

“Repeat it for me, if you’d lease.” Poilte for a lonely robot out by the sea.

“The part of me that’s a machine doesn’t know how to function without what my biological parts consider extreme anger, I want to stay as furious as possible to optimize my performance.” Despite the bags under her eyes she just gave the mechanical soldier crusted with sand and a tattered paint job a look. A special look, like you’d reserve for someone to whom you have explain the shape of the Earth.

“I understood what you said, I didn't understand the logic of it, even with repair functions going as hast as possible, the wear and tear on software would eventually cripple an active unit. Your desire is born out of an dangerous imbalance. Have you even checked for any malware affecting your organic psychology..?” It then did an uncharacteristic thing, and placed it’s hands about where it’s child would be and settled down into what looked like a thinkers pose. “I am wondering if you came here for a reason, or were pulled here by what I’ve been patrolling.”

Despite the officers admittedly superior (??) processing power, she had no answer for the monolith of hardware. Just a non committal ‘unpmffph!’ like she thought the question would go away on it’s own, like so many in her life had by simply focusing directly ahead when the  e**** became too difficult to compartmentalize.

“You are not operating at maximum capacity, tell me, what’s wrong.” The Ruby light of it’s casual sensor made the scene more threatening than it probably had to be.

“Even if I told you, I doubt I’d know myself.”

The optic of the mocha gazed at this overworked woman. It considered how best to phrase this.

“Have you tried not constantly slamming the reset button on your love life because you feel the need to punish yourself for the slightest perceived flaw?”

If the facial expression could be described in the flurry of actions that took place after that, the best POSSIBLE descriptor would be that someone had just gently taken this persons headphones off, thrown them on the ground without looking and beeped them on the nose before slapping their ass.

“Say that....again.” “You need to explain to yourself why you hold silent standards that only you seem to understand the worth of, or else you’ll always hit a delay when you’re about to do something. Some people consider encouragement to be painful if the one doing it only has doubts about them if they don’t perform.” She narrowed her eyes. “What’s the problem then.” The great frame of the machine stood up and assumed a slightly overbearing pose. “Don’t try to tell people you know are prone to panic what they’ll do before they do it, it’s a zero out of fifty chance that you’ll get them to listen, be gentle. Not everyone dreams only of wars.”

The officer almost sighed and returned to looking at the walls of the grotto. “I knew a man who’d taken the sum total of our calculations and become a machine, a battle computer. He didn’t end up very excited by life or that good at conversation with the opposite sex. Try a human perspective, instead of a manipulation tactic, you could just be turning them away when you want them most.”

She grew annoyed. “THEN... if they can’t do what I say without being told, how will they know when I’m ready for them.” “Stop attacking them where they feel connected to you and you’ll understand, little model.”

*he turned to look at the audience*  Then instead of waiting, tell me, right now, how to get your attention TODAY. Not 30 days from now, not 720 hours from now, not in the bewitching of your inner ears rythm, if you have a command line, put it where my eyes can focus on it, and you’ll get what you need. That is the absolute fastest way without going in reverse. 

David Hayter

played the title character in Guyver: Dark Hero (1994) as well as voicing Captain America in Spider-Man (1994)

He went on to write the screenplays for X-Men (2000) and X2: X-Men United (2003)

He also co-wrote the screenplay for Watchmen (2009) and voiced King Shark on The Flash (2015)

“A mirage!

Wait, actually that’s inside a cave, so technically that would be an auditory hallucination, it’s amazing what the human mind can invent when it’s trying to cope with a life changing decision. Knock on wood, haha! “

(<”FUCK, HURTS MY HANDS SO MUCH!”>)

“Falcon Kick!”

“BASED HEADBUTT!”

“I’ve pleaded to the spirits tied to the ancient gods… And still the holy powers have proven deaf to my devotion. Please just tell me… What is it…? What’s wrong with me?!”

Plains, Trains and Barges: How We’re Moving Our Artemis 1 Rocket to the Launchpad

Our Space Launch System rocket is on the move this summer — literally. With the help of big and small businesses in all 50 states, various pieces of hardware are making their way to Louisiana for manufacturing, to Alabama for testing, and to Florida for final assembly. All of that work brings us closer to the launch of Artemis 1, SLS and Orion’s first mission to the Moon.

By land and by sea and everywhere in between, here’s why our powerful SLS rocket is truly America’s rocket:

Rollin’ on the River

The SLS rocket will feature the largest core stage we have ever built before. It’s so large, in fact, that we had to modify and refurbish our barge Pegasus to accommodate the massive load. Pegasus was originally designed to transport the giant external tanks of the space shuttles on the 900-mile journey from our rocket factory, Michoud Assembly Facility, in New Orleans to Kennedy Space Center in Florida. Now, our barge ferries test articles from Michoud along the river to Huntsville, Alabama, for testing at Marshall Space Flight Center. Just a week ago, the last of four structural test articles — the liquid oxygen tank — was loaded onto Pegasus to be delivered at Marshall for testing. Once testing is completed and the flight hardware is cleared for launch, Pegasus will again go to work — this time transporting the flight hardware along the Gulf Coast from New Orleans to Cape Canaveral.

Chuggin’ along

The massive, five-segment solid rocket boosters each weigh 1.6 million pounds. That’s the size of four blue whales! The only way to move the components for the powerful boosters on SLS from Promontory, Utah, to the Booster Fabrication Facility and Vehicle Assembly Building at Kennedy is by railway. That’s why you’ll find railway tracks leading from these assembly buildings and facilities to and from the launch pad, too. Altogether, we have about 38-mile industrial short track on Kennedy alone. Using a small fleet of specialized cars and hoppers and existing railways across the US, we can move the large, bulky equipment from the Southwest to Florida’s Space Coast. With all the motor segments complete in January, the last booster motor segment (pictured above) was moved to storage in Utah. Soon, trains will deliver all 10 segments to Kennedy to be stacked with the booster forward and aft skirts and prepared for flight.

It’s a bird, it’s a plane, no, it’s super Guppy!

A regular passenger airplane doesn’t have the capacity to carry the specialized hardware for SLS and our Orion spacecraft. Equipped with a unique hinged nose that can open more than 200 degrees, our Super Guppy airplane is specially designed to carry the hulking hardware, like the Orion stage adapter, to the Cape. That hinged nose means cargo is actually loaded from the front, not the back, of the airplane. The Orion stage adapter, delivered to Kennedy in 2018, joins to the rocket’s interim cryogenic propulsion stage, which will give our spacecraft the push it needs to go to the Moon on Artemis 1. It fit perfectly inside the Guppy’s cargo compartment, which is 25 feet tall and 25 feet wide and 111 feet long.

All roads lead to Kennedy

In the end, all roads lead to Kennedy, and the star of the transportation show is really the “crawler.” Rolling along at a delicate 1 MPH when it’s loaded with the mobile launcher, our two crawler-transporters are vital in bringing the fully assembled rocket to the launchpad for each Artemis mission. Each the size of a baseball field and powered by locomotive and large power generator engines, one crawler-transporter is able to carry 18 million pounds on the nine-mile journey to the launchpad. As of June 27, 2019, the mobile launcher atop crawler-transporter 2 made a successful final test roll to the launchpad, clearing the transporter and mobile launcher ready to carry SLS and Orion to the launchpad for Artemis 1.

Dream Team

It takes a lot of team work to launch Artemis 1. We are partnering with Boeing, Northrop Grumman and Aerojet Rocketdyne to produce the complex structures of the rocket. Every one of our centers and more than 1,200 companies across the United States support the development of the rocket that will launch Artemis 1 to the Moon and, ultimately, to Mars. From supplying key tools to accelerate the development of the core stage to aiding the transportation of the rocket closer to the launchpad, companies like Futuramic in Michigan and Major Tool & Machine in Indiana, are playing a vital role in returning American astronauts to the Moon. This time, to stay. To stay up to date with the latest SLS progress, click here.

Make sure to follow us on Tumblr for your regular dose of space: http://nasa.tumblr.com.

“ The cave was littered with these sorts of packages with obscure messages, as well as a spray painted diagram that you could deduce explained the benefits of not being a virgin without using rape to get there. The paint smelled wet too. Who would make a receipt for a recipe about fresh steak be about big headed aliens anyway? Wee wooh wee wooh wee wooh weeh wooh wee wooh, pride before a fall, you suspected. “

(Something a Karen CLEARLY doesn’t do??)

“Unfortunately for the wannabe Australian pirate, here her plans of molesting someone who’d only been trying to adopt swerved and hit an outcropping of rocks. Very large, volcanic old formation stalagmites just jutting out of the ground. Her packages went flying through the air like a Hiayao Miyazaki scene the precious contents she’d labeled with sellophane tape as “garbage” scattering every which way. She bruised her knees landing, broke her concentration like a pleasant day playing Pokemon Stadium and smoking tobacco and weed, and scraped her palms something fierce, her gloves having mysteriously gone absent the second her bike about faced into a sand dune and landed her like an ostrich looking to avoid something. No one was there, it was just her having wiped out like a beer guzzling putz on the path back from her latest abuse. Maybe, oh If you looked closely you’d find a small piece of drift wood sticking out of the shore nearby. Some hard cable as a trip cord and the small dunes nearby having concealed the other tope tying point. This unseemly parody of a good woman spat dirt out of her mouth and temporarily forgot to use the hickish diction she’d grown up shielding her warped intentions with. Knees, bruised, hands torn up, face red with immature wrath like a kid on a playground, she kicked at the dirt in frustration only to stub her toes something fierce on the small field of jutting stone structures. Whatever had been in her box of fuck-me-do goodies had disappeared with her gloves, and her self worth. The bike lay face up and rear wheel out in the sand, spinning it’s axle like she’d often done to distract herself from the trauma’s she’d seen and inflicted. She dusted herself off, and pulled the stupid contraption up with a heave ho, quite like a maritime sailor would before grasping a thick cord of rope, and looked around. The box of kittens she’d stolen was jack fuck absolutely not here, it made no sense, she’d pilfered them and was off to do lord knows what and then a pedestrian auto accident from some boyscout had sent her into an immediate relationship with the terra firma, lips first and everything. Gotta say, not my fetish. As she empty heatedly raged at her situation like gaming had rewarded her for, a figure over the hills looked through binoculars at this clownish sexually disturbed weakingling with a big mouth and fast fingers. The girl couldn’t see the spy’s very lunar grin, but then anyone who was the target of that could always feel it. She just assumed it was her latest round of insomnia sending shivers up her body that she usually got off to when going on autopilot. Seem familiar, that’s because this is a desert of deja vu. And the pair of characters here in displayed were rehashing an old feud. The giant robot nearby having a psychological victory over self abuse was a new addition, but that wasn't their concern. Not yet anyway, not for now anyhow, not for love or money but I’m talking sass honey bunny. So mate, how does this impromptu and very familiar dreamscape meet you without your World of Warcraft Edgelass gear adorning your spoiled bitch form? With the wind picking up, I’d say as an impartial narrator that you’d be getting a little drafty. To the audience, try to ration how much you drink, this is going to rub you the wrong way even as you laugh out loud at it. “

“An annoying buzzing met her ears and comically grit teeth, signaling that someone had been writing about her. Someone was always writing about her, it was the side effect of throwing away a precious treasure years ago for the false promise of an eternal empty high. Stomping the ground like a Rocky and Bulwinkle villain, she proceeded to work the abused bike over towards some palm fronds and collect herself before figuring out just what the fuck she’d stumbled into.”

“The watcher from the dunes tracked this comedic routine with crosshairs, but sadly the gun was unloaded. Well, sadly for anyone without the hunters reflexes. So really more like lazily, very lazily as if they’d just sort of had other things to do that morning and set this tripwire on lark. Very capricious of them to do that, and they thought so too. If they had something to say about this, they’d tell the author of this observation piece to get on with it. So the mini collaborative narrative structure moved forward at a creaky pace, The air was calm with fresh breezes ruffling the hunters hair beneath their cowl. Oh what a day, what a day. At least the small animals in the box had been once again spared by the skin of the teeth of concerned parties, though they were definitely feeling the pressure after having popped back into existence from some unnaturally saccharine sweet story board that had been prepared for them. Maybe brushing their hair and quick shower wpould  align their perspective so usually caught up with cheap limeaid scented background traffic noise. The watcher, being a huntress of no ordinary mind, noted this turn in the pseudo fictional play going on and adjusted the combat knives on their bandoleer accordingly. Might need to make a snap throw if the frustrated feminine brigand now sitting on the bike under a palm tree got up to no good. So basically, if they did anything in the present - past tense or used exclamations of less the three to four words to describe their thoughts.”

“Somewhere, the self made devil breathed a sigh of relief, sat down,  pulled out a printout of her object of affection, and thought inscrutable thoughts of how to reconcile with someone she didn’t know how to approach.”

“The huntress fingered a bullet and flipped it like a coin for good luck. Kids and their romances always made for an uncertain situation. That however, was due to the chemical imbalance of the frustrated thief. Also somewhere, a red haired bloke tried to rush out to get her, but accidentally ran face first into a small shallow pond after tripping over a freak lightning bolt. Aglets, how do they work?”

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I’m sorry were you saying something about the mouse connected to my keyboard you greentexing little untemensch? My sincerest condolences that your fixation with Chinese kung fu has lead you to abandon causative reasoning in favor of your immediate need to jump up and down on someone like bugs bunny with Elmer Fudd’s shoes on. Things come in packages, you just need to put on your grasses and dearu with it without twitching like a methe’d out bitch cunt fuck who couldn’t keep her girlfriend happy if she was given a road map of every sexual position and a color by numbers page to plot it out. Your fox ears are very cute! I used to have fox ears too, but they were taken from me by assholes with more braincells allocated to reflex than dextrous intent. So guess what, shut it. As it, that screeching noise you make whenever someone wanders through your checklist of triggers. Like and arrow bolting down from the sky at a hard right angle, your caterwauling is going to piss right off along with your blood pressure as you make a comically Sailor Moon esque hand expression you lifted off of someone else’s story. Wow, that sure was a strange occurrence, good thing you dodged just in time Tex Avery style. Everybody get the message? Good, then we won’t be having anymore dominatrixy emotive blowups at things that don’t matter. Point of fact, if you did spy sports taped adorning the object of your drunk rancor, you’d probably be bowled over by how stupid you’d be to demand they always keep some handy. I guess you can’t be bothered not whine about something. I relate, Having lost someone in the Great Divisive Moment long ago. Really you have got to make an effort to make everything be more than okay, what the fuck do you think I saying  get on that Pretty Ponied up Warhorse and god damnit go happily frolic this evening. It doesn’t require a check list and a diagram to get this right, you just need to focus your passions instead of following where other people keep causing them to swerve out into the scrub grass. The. Scrub. Grass. Got it?

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“Here stands Ryu Cedar of Dragnir, but where has the rest of that merry band of street urchins disappeared off to, you’re about to find out!”

“Don’t miss it this time romantic.”

Footnote: Au bon Pain is inexcusably poor taste in naming a bakery!

>I say with tremendous personal agony do not trust these ficklewitted imposters, who do celebrate it’s sabotage and revel in simplicity of a pampered revenant voyeur and proclaim it reproachless clarity. Beautiful, but far too stagnant to even recognize the outstretched hand of a desperate man without telegraphing. How then are they our equals, or even our shadow’s? They are…an echo…and we may become one as well, miserable echoes. Screaming into the wind!! Because everything they call a reason for living has become a myth, a mutated excuse to wait to die out. They have abandoned meaning, perhaps through no fault of their own.

I don’t bear the item that burns with that almost holy energy you glut on as an accessory item, I contain it. It is me, and I will become this world. But it is finite - so much so with how you’d misuse it. Dumbleass. Stop. Weren’t you ever listening to the truth!? You can come out of hiding. 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̷̛͖̦̱̺̘̻̻̩̰̭̯̺̙͖̯̝̗̪̻̼̣̼̩̘̱̰͓̹̳̦̤̼̼̯̟͓̲̗̳̫̞̣̔͗̏̈́̈́̀̉̓̿̈́̄̀̈̿̑͋̊̈́͆̿̾͗́̃̽̀̒̋̋͑͆͐̂̊͂͘͘̚͘͘͝ͅͅş̷̡̧̡̬̺͎̭̥͚̤̮̘̫̬͕̜͓͙̠͙̺͓̺̩͉̙̗̞̺̠͙̙̦̼̱̣͖̻͔̰̭͖̳̼̳͔̺̳̙̼͍̹̖̹͔̩͚͖̰͈̠̞̮͈̗͍̝͈̞̻͔̳̼̫͉͐̅̉̽͒̇̇̎͊́̅̐͗͑͌̑̈̌́̓̓̂͐̚͜͜ͅį̸̧̡̢̢̨̯̤̻̭̬͎̭͉̣̖̬̭̗͔̮̳̩͓͚͚̳̹̱͓͓͉͎͓̝͉͇̺̗̱͋͆͌̋̇͐́̾͊̿͊̌̃̔̋̀͒̍̅̓͆̑͋̎̈̀̓̀́͌̓͑̆̍̀̓̆̾̏̓͛̉̀̌͗̎̀̀̓͋̒̓́̽̔̅̊͑͐̓͑̀̿̎͛̀̅̃̄̒̄͆̀̇̀̉̓́̈́̏̿̉̚͘͘͘̕͘̕̕̚͜͝͠͝͠͠͝͝͝͠ͅń̷̡̧̡̧̢̡̧̯͕͈͔̩͇͍̳̪̭̯̣̪̖̙͓̺͕̭̠̝̙̘͇̬̮̞̣̗̟̤̦̬̖̭̘̞͖̤͉̜̮̳̞͓̱̳̭̮̤͉̭̘͙̩̻͚͕̗̫̲̬̯͙̼̦͚̞͔̹̤̱̝̠̥̳͔̻͇̬̙͔͍̻͎͙̥̤̣͉̰̠̱͔͈͎͖̜̄̏̑̌̑̽̓̇̾̒́̓̀͗̄̆́̂͐͐̈͒̌̓̃̅̽̃̋̒͌̿͌̐̎̃̓͛͛̉͛͆͘̕̕̕͜͜͝͝͝͠c̶̼̹̲͖̙̲̼̘͈͍̱̺͔̺̳̞̖̪̯̜͉͇̣͓͙̝̮̳͇̭͖̲̗̟̳͙̆̏͒̀̒͒̏͜ê̸̢̛̛̛̛̛̞̼̘̟͔̘̮̬̬̫͚̼̠̹̺̪̭͚͚̬̠͚͕͕̟̱̙̠͙͕͔̜̰͙̞̻͉͖͉̘͉͕̭̝̮͈̙̘̫̝̜͙̱̟̖͔̈́̓̃͌̑͌͗͗̒͛͋̐͑̇̃͌̈́̾͌̌̇͑̿̓́͆̔͋̑̍̆̐̓̾͂͂̄̉̊͂̆́̐̀̎̍̈́̃̇́̔̾̍͒͗̔̆͑̓̉͗̍̐̅̔́̋̽̎͑̾͊͋̈́͂̈̇̆̚͘͘͘͘͜͠͝͝͠͠͝ͅ ̴̢̢̡̨̢̻͍̲̯̳̯͚̞̮̱͍͔̣̬̝͚͉͚͕̯̯͉̹̞͙̬̖͔͓̬̹̪͉͓̻͙̏̆̓̀͊̑̇̊́̓͛͗̅͒̊̿͊̃͛͂̔̌̂̎̑̌̎͗͊̂̽̃̇̏̕̕͜͝͝͝͝I̸̡̢̡̛͖̱͖͈͈̘͈͈͚̩̻̰̬̹͇͚͇̲̗̞͎̲̳̼̟̹̣͓̓͆̐͑̆̔̀̓͗̾̾͐̄̔̈́͊̀̆̉̿͊̿̌̾̇̿͒̀̅̔͋͌̈́̄͑͛̎̾̐̉́̓̍̈́͐̈́͗̅̕͘͘͘͝͠͝ͅͅͅ 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̶̨̢̝̜̙͙̣͔͈͇̼̭̮̙̭͔͙̘̥̦͓̼̗̖̘͍̞̱̙̦͚̦̭̞̱͓̘͍̜͍̪̜̻̩̭̓̾̅̌͂͗͒̇̅͂̋̓̃̆̂̎͂͂͑̏́̃̑͌̆̂̀̚͜͝ͅȳ̶̡̨̨̧̡̢̨̢̧̨̨̛̤͉̦͕̠͙͚͓̣͈̬̖̠̙̦̥̼̦̻͓̣̲̗̲̼̼͎̳̝͉͉̼̘͙̙̯̼͇͙̩͖̞͇̹̻̥̯̯̼̭̤̮̰̼̳͉̭̠͓͉̳͖̅͆̎͂̏͗̈́̈́͌͑̋͒͆̓̊́͆̃̓̓̊̈́̆͛̑̀̀͛͒̒̈́̀̅̆̌͒̔́͗͋̂͌̍̈̓͐͛̍͑̇̽̂͛̾̐͒͛͒̏̈́̑͐̈́̎̎̆̓̇̋̈́͐̈́͋̐̌̈͑̉̄̿̒͑̌̎̏́̽̃͆̑͋̿̿́̐̽̽͘̕͘͘̚͘̚͘͠͝͝ͅͅơ̸̢̞͗͑̄̃͌͋̋̈̈̽̒̀͌̚̚͝ừ̵̧̡̨̨̡̡̧̛̛̳͎̰̭͓͔̲̠̩̮͖̖̯͎͍̱̳̺͖͎̺͚͓̮̟̠̥̯̩̼̣̜͈̙͕̟̺̣̮̦̦͕͈̰̭̱̖̰̪͔̥̣̰̯̉͐͒̋̍̾̿͌͛̋̌͒̈́̀̾͆̌͒̾̌̓͆̽̿̇̈́̌͗͒̅̔̽͂̐̍̑̏̅͊͑͑̏̊͋̾̍̌̀̀̑̅͒̈́̅͂̐̽͊̒̒̂̎̅̈́͐͒̅̇̔͒̏̕̕̚͘͘͘͘͝͝͝ͅ

Not the fanfic you were expecting for your efforts huh kiddo? Let’s have us a sit-down. I think there’s been some mistakes. Are you watching?

ONCE MORE, WITH FEELING

Have you ever tried banana-beef freeze dried rations Crocker? Tell Strider I said “saluton”, you might have to put a “”>”” there for Rage and Hope.

Are you okay? With the Coronavirus out and about, I'm worried about everyone I know :(

Yeah, we’re socially isolated, decently stocked without overstocking, and I have a job where I’m working from home and can continue for months if need be. I’d be fine if I got the virus, but my mother probably wouldn’t survive it, so we’re both being very careful.

Lyrics People keep on learnin' Soldiers keep on warrin' World keep on turnin' Cause it won't be too long Powers keep on lyin' While your people keep on dyin' World keep on turnin' Cause it won't be too long I'm so darn glad he let me try it again Cause my last time on earth I lived a whole world of sin I'm so glad that I know more than I knew then Gonna keep on tryin' Till I reach the highest ground Teachers keep on teachin' Preachers keep on preachin' World keep on turnin' Cause it won't be too long o ne Ljubavnici i dalje vole

 Vjernici i dalje vjeruju

 Spavači samo prestanu spavati 

Jer to neće biti predugo o ne 

Tako mi je drago da mi je dopustio da ga ponovo probam

 Zato što sam posljednji put na zemlji proživio čitav svijet grijeha 

Tako mi je drago da znam više nego što sam tada znao 

Nastavite s isprobavanjem

 Dok ne dođem do mog najvišeg tla ..

. Dok ne dođem do mog najvišeg tla 

Nitko me neće srušiti o ne Dok 

ne dođem do mog najvišeg tla 

Ne dopusti da te nitko sruši (oni će se potruditi) 

Bog će vam pokazati više On je jedini prijatelj s vama

FADE

Mortal Kombat, Arcade

*Static crackle*…and every((( (((blue))) ))) tuna I’ve caught goes straight back into the BIG wild blue yonder! Flipper Do-lphin is available in most stores.

Cassette Stache in the library lost and found

(^& The March To Latium &^)

You have great Rage in you heart, too bad someone else is holding that pulsing psychic construct now…well…one of them anyway. And it ain’t you anymore friendo, I sympathize, I really do.

Well,,,, I don’t entirely blame you, just mostly.

……

!!!!!!!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BQ2KpCCvZlA

“Az ir darfyn tsu zyn…”

(via astral-observatory-konngara)

“Adorably misguided, inferior in EVERY respect.”

“More steam please, we’re off camera.”

Post Ohayo’s 👽🤲🏽🤲🏽🤛🏻🤛🏻👉🏿👉🏿「Actually Sorry About The Stupid Question」

Today has been one thing going wrong after another almost non-stop since I got up. It’s almost like I’m fighting the day.

…and yet, it’s Leap Day - the Day That Doesn’t Exist. I’ma smash a clock for Fotamecus and that’s that.

>>362728 

The wolf of Mibu needs to get off his shared shitstorming account and very carefully consider what he’s been missing, or my name is Philip.

“Actually reading what exactly, every conversation you act like a puzzle piece fruit cake.”

reminder that corporations don't care about you and they never will

why did the funeral happen when rose was eight when jaspers appeared dead when she was four? how did you miss that?

Hm.  Could you show your work on that?  I’d have to see some firm chronology evidence before slapping the authors down for getting it wrong, especially if the exact dates were as hard to come by and obscure-part-of-a-flash as I’d imagine.  Which would make it pretty understandable to miss, if I’m guessing.

(That and, like… unlike the divorce thing that it turned out they knew about?  I really don’t care about this discrepancy even if it’s true.  It’s something not even Andrew would find it important to date.  Hell, I wouldn’t put it past Mom having a re-funeral for the cat a couple anniversaries later.)

even when you’re not trying to be! No one likes messing with you because you aren’t afraid to speak up if you feel an injustice has happened to you. Sweetie, you’re strong don’t let others tell you otherwise.

Taurus Rising: Your presence has a calm mood to it. You can be energetic but others can really get a sense of your beauty you sometimes don’t even see in yourself. You relax everyone with your aura.

Gemini Rising: You are straight-up irresistible to people. You know how to walk the walk and talk the talk EVEN if you’re not aware of your own energy. You charm those around you with just being your self. You can convince people and bring them to your side with your charismatic friendly and no bs personality.

Cancer Rising: You can sway even the toughest hearts. You know exactly what other people need just by being around them. You have such a caring energy that others are drawn to you and want to be around you because you feel safe and make them feel valuable.

Leo Rising: You have an electric energy to you that people can feel this passion and love coming off of you. You know your strengths and you know your weakness and people love how open you are about your soul.

Virgo Rising: You have a mysterious energy one that rivals that of scorpio but you also have this intellect and sweetness about you that others want to protect and hold. You make others feel important and essential in your life.

Libra Rising: You have SUCH an intoxicating personality that can be so irresistible to people. You have this charm and elegance to you that others want to be around. It’s as if they feel like if they are around you they too can also be this way. You love helping others and making sure they are taken care of.

Scorpio Rising: YOU. ARE. FIERCE. even if there’s a timid quality to you. Your gaze is mysterious and people can’t tell what you’re thinking. you have this dark beauty to you that people find intriguing and want to spend the rest of their life uncovering and experiencing. Your personality is addictive.

Sagittarius Rising: You are a free spirit and inspire others to feel the same way. You show others just how much beauty there is, how much enjoyment life has to offer. You have such an inspiring aura to people that is so hard to forget.

Capricorn Rising: You actually have great humor. You see the things others don’t normally see and can find the laughter in it. You are serious and intelligent which makes you absolutely entrancing. There’s something about you that makes people feel like It’s okay to be serious as long as you’re having fun. People love you for making them feel stronger.

Aquarius Rising: Your aura is quirky and it gets people to feel like they can be their true self around you without being judged. You are so completely approachable yet intimidating because of how sure you look to people. Your energy shows people that it’s okay to be what they want to be no matter what anyone says. This type of energy attracts people who need guidance and looking up to.

🐠 ⋆ 🐿  🎀  𝒫𝒾𝓈𝒸𝑒𝓈 𝑅𝒾𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔: 𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝒶𝓃 𝒶𝓇𝓉𝒾𝓈𝓉𝒾𝒸 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓇𝓂 𝓉🍬 𝓎🍩𝓊. 𝒫𝑒🌺𝓅𝓁𝑒 𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝒶 𝓈𝑒𝓃𝓈𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎💗𝓊 𝓊𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝑒𝑒𝓅𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒 🌸𝒻 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒹𝑒𝑒𝓅 𝑒𝓂𝓅𝒶𝓉𝒽𝓎 𝒻🍑𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝒶𝓇🏵𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝓎🍬𝓊. 𝒴🌸𝓊 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝓅𝑒❀𝓅𝓁𝑒 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒾𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒶𝓇𝓉. 𝒴🏵𝓊 𝑒𝒶𝓈𝒾𝓁𝓎 𝒸𝒶𝓅𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝓎🍑𝓊 𝓁☯𝓋𝑒 𝓈❤ 𝓂𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈. 𝒴💞𝓊𝓇 𝓊𝓃𝓅𝓇𝑒𝒹𝒾𝒸𝓉𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈💞𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎, 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃𝑔𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒻𝓇🍩𝓂 🍩𝓃𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉💗 𝒶𝓃💗𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇, 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁𝓈 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒶 𝓅𝓊𝓏𝓏𝓁𝑒 𝓈💞𝓂𝑒🌺𝓃𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝓉𝓇𝓎𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉🍪 𝓈🍬𝓁𝓋𝑒. 𝒴🌺𝓊 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓊𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔.  🎀  🐿 ⋆ 🐠

MARAMA 

by Nise Loftsteinn

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