The-antihero-of-the-story - 「ᴀɴᴛɪʜᴇʀø」

“I strongly feel that this is an insult to life itself.”

-Hayao Miyazaki on using AI

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It's the end of a (very wonderful) era...

NOOOOOO, GURAAAAAA....

We will all miss you and we all hope you have a wonderful journey after this graduation

Thanks for the wonderful memories ❤️ ♥️ 😢 🫡

so funny that humans imagined a creature that is like a human but bigger and called it a “giant”. that’s such an uncreative name. that’s just an adjective. “it’s a giant!” “a giant what?!” “a giant… um. yeah. giant.”

just curious as they're always things i've never questioned just doing but people in my life are often surprised that i don't mind doing them alone

🔁 pls reblog for sample size

new vegas gothic

you find a a safe in a wall that’s [Locked - Hard], but can’t unlock it yet because your lockpick skill is only 63. when you finally get it to 75, you return, only to find the wall is bare. had the safe even been there in the first place?

there is a red marker on your HUD, and ED-E is playing is playing battle music. you ready your weapon and spin, darting your eyes across the flat, barren expanse of brown, but nothing is coming to attack you.

this would be a perfectly normal hotel room, if not for the dried blood on the floor, the skeleton in the bathtub, and the teddy bears stuffed in the toilet.

something glints at the mouth of that giant dinosaur statue. binoculars, or a scope? either way, you’re being watched.

crucified degenerates line the craggy road like a picket fence. they smell dead, but when a crow lands on one of their shoulders to peck at the peeling flesh on his cheek, you could have sworn you saw him flinch.

ever the scrounger, you find yourself approaching an abandoned trailer. there’s graffiti on the wall bidding strangers to KEEP OUT, but that’s never stopped you before. you enter, only to discover it’s filled with high-tech broadcasting equipment. “johnny guitar” loops on the radio, despite the fact that the equipment isn’t even plugged in.

you sit by the fire after a tiring day, to rest your weary legs and chow down on some iguana bits. as your teeth tear through the juicy, rubbery flesh, it suddenly occurs to you that you’ve never actually seen a single iguana in all your time out here.

you should be pleased that you successfully hacked this terminal, but the fact that the password was HELPME left you just a tad bit unsettled.

you return to visit your grave in goodsprings cemetery one night. as you stare down in the hole, you hear a ghostly whispering in the breeze, and you get the strange, sudden urge to climb back into it.

Feuer & feu

The German word Feuer looks a bit like French feu and both mean 'fire'. That's a coincidence, because they're not etymologically related in any way. Feuer, like English fire, comes from West Germanic *fuir, while feu stems from the unrelated Latin word focus, 'hearth', which only later came to mean 'fire'. Focus was borrowed into English and many other languages as focus, its meaning 'focus (of a lens; of an ellipse)' created by Johannes Kepler. My new infographic tells you all about these words.

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