Don't think for a second your selective meddling has gone unnoticed

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Don't think for a second your selective meddling has gone unnoticed
How do you handle Flandre? I recall hearing you take her for a walk and games now and then, but isn't that irresponsible, given her... Disposition and mental state?
“Well, yer ears ain’t trickin’ you thus far, at least. I do visit the Scarlet Devil Mansion every Wednesday to play a bit with that lonely, locked up kid, since I ain’t really one to approve of such heavy handed methods to handle her… Specific characteristics. Now, I ain’t gonna be the one t’say “Ooh, that darned Remilia, doin’ that to a poor child!”, ‘cause I can definitely see her standin’ in this, and hell, I approve of the containment methods exercised, but I ain’t see her trying to fix the damn problem beyond sweepin’ it under a rug. Now, you may be thinkin’, “Mokou, this doesn’t concern you at all”, and you are right, but you forgot to account for what I think, and what I think is that you should go to the nearest pantheon of phalli, and suck every last one of them, and lastly, that no kiddo deserves to be locked in a freakin’ panic chamber just ‘cause of somethin’ they are born with… That…”
—
"Mother, why can’t I go out with Father, Muchimaro and Umakai? Why do we have to stay here? Why does Father hate us and makes it seem like we don’t exist…?”
“Mokou… One day, you will understand, but it’s nothing to concern you with for now, alright, sweetie? It will be ok… We are together, right? We have our fun, we don’t need your brothers or sisters to have ourselves a good time. We’ll be allowed out of this manse one day, sweetie, and until then, just do your best in your tutoring… One day…”
“Ok, mother… Don’t leave me alone in here, please…”
“Shhhh, Mokou… I will never leave my beloved daughter. Our world right now might be small… But at least it’s not lonely, right?”
—
“…That just does not sit well with me at all.”
There was a bit of an awkward, dense silence for half a minute before the immortal opened her mouth again.
“So! I tried a couple of things, and some worked, some didn’t. When I learned of her, I went to check what the fuss was, one thing led to another, and that’s a story for another time altogether, but it ended up becomin’ some sorta tradition, you feel me? Naturally, I tried to take it a step further, but Flandre, uhhh…”
—
“Mokou, look! That guy looks pretty weak! Let’s play with him!”
“Nope~ Oi oi, don’t go forgettin’ the terms to our agreement: I break you out of that toolshed your sister calls a mansion for a nice afternoon walk, you do everythin’ I say. You can only play with strong people, that guy don’t got an ounce of strength to him, geddit?”
“Mmmm, I think so! But, look next to him, that’s a snake! I am going to help him instead! Hiyaaa!”
*BOOM*
“W-woah!? The ground next to me just exploded?!”
“Oi, Flandre! Jeez… We are going back home now.”
—
“Freakin’ runt… See, the thing with her, it ain’t that she’s insane or whatever, she honestly doesn’t mean bad as much as she doesn’t really think anythin’ o’ humans, or other people, really. Unless you win her respect, she is sorta completely uncarin’. More than four hundred years locked in that shitty prison will do that to a mind, but I do believe there is hope for her. She’s pretty book smart, and just really lacks real life experience, see? She’s got more energy than she knows what to do with, is the thing. But, fear not!”
“I, Mokou of the Fujiwara, have devised a foolproof method that allows me to take her out to see Gensokyo, and even visit the Human Village, guaranteed to be danger-free! My method is…!”
— Some days ago, at the Human Village… —
It was just a normal afternoon at the Human Village. The sounds of the rickshaw wheels provided that domestic ambiance this varied and colorful village is known for, with humans and a few Youkai walking by peacefully, the teacher, Keine, walking on her way to school, and a vampire with a magnificent moustache browsing the sweets shop.
H-hold on… What? That was obviously Flandre Scarlet wearing some dumb props, but what was she doing, unsupervised, in the Human Village?! Keine instantly got on guard, prepared to fight tooth and nail to protect the village if she had to, when…
"Hmhm, I say, Nicholas, those sweet rolls look appetizing, don’t you think?”
“Why, indeed, Baron Sheldermine! Only the finest of methods and ingredients have gone to it, very well chosen, sir! As expected of you!”
“Hah! No need to praise me, my good Chester! It is only natural that a regent such as myself has a good eye for these things! Otherwise, I wouldn’t be in my position! Say, that toy horse over there… Such a magma… Magenta… Mismagius…”
“Magnanimous.”
“Yes! Magnanimous! Such a magnanimous make! It was clearly crafted by a master artisan of Ireland!”
“…Oi, you two… What exactly… Are you doing? Mokou, what is the meaning of this? Why is Flandre unleashed and about in the Human Village? Have you gone crazy at last, again?”
A sharp glare possessed the crimson eyes of the Scarlet like demons drenched in sacrificial blood.
“Such insolence to refer to me and my butler in such a way! Why, feast upon manure, knave! Death penalty to you, who would cast such words towards—”
“Baron Sheldermine, if I may, a good Baron knows forgiveness, for they must be prepared to deal with even the most ignorant of peasants, however temperamental they may be.”
“…”
“You are right! You are right, my good Nicholas. You, the weird hatted woman, with my enormous heart, I forgive you! Such is the task of a Baron! Hohoho! Let’s go, Nicholas! I think I spied an art shop over there, I am almost out of crayons!”
“…Nicholas, was it? Mind telling me what is going on now? And how are you doing such a good job at this butler nonsense?”
"I’ll explain later, just go along now. And, of course I can do this properly. Don’t underestimate my royal blood, Keine! A royal knows what a royal needs and wants. Anyways, go along now, it’ll be fine, I got this under control. On my way, Baron Sheldermine! I shall join you verily!”
—
“My method is… Playing roles! Yes! Though over four hundred, and almost five hundred years of age, Flandre is fundamentally a child, due to the lack of emotional growth. She is, as far as maturity is concerned, still a child in many aspects. Children love playin’ games and usin’ their imagination, so I told her about how Barons used to command a lot of respect in the past. Since she is from France, if I have my facts right, I dug up some of the books some Jesuits I met years ago gifted me, and I found some stuff pertainin’ the French. Basically, we roleplay somethin’ she finds fun, and that way, I can make sure she won’t harm anyone, because Flandre takes stayin’ in character very seriously! I picked a Western motif to help her feel more at ease, given she no doubt misses her homeland, and is trapped in this weird, alien Eastern world that she doesn’t really know yet. Through this, we can go around the Human Village without a hitch!”
Mokou is many things, but let it never be said she doesn’t care for children.
"But hath in due times manifested his word through preaching, which is committed unto me according to the commandment of God our savior."
What do beaches need
《Clouds. Clouds that bring more of the same. That bring thunder, lightning, gun ammunition but not the guns, unless you have a permit on those, , slightly stale fast food, underwear, sleeping bags, vinegar mouthwash, video's, games in private, hair dye, headphones, cigarettes, medical supplies, self confidence, white noise generators, suitcases of many money denominations, a legendary purse down the fuckin stitches, mouth spray, toothbrushes, comics, socks, combs, bendy straws, a laptop, cell phone memory cards, a passport or several, a collapsible tranquilizer gun, sexual arousal, exotic juices, sunglasses, squirt guns, a car with a mini fridge that runs on not gasoline, keys to a plane and helicopter, more medical supplies, seeds,make up, camo paint, a crayola box of lipstick, an antennae for increased phone wifi tracking, lifting weights, back massages, a place to fill with affection, a shovel, a steady hand, a modulated gag reflex, a whip, plans of revenge, chocolate especially, an analogue camera, nipple pasties, something scifi romance, a guide to forever, a sigil, a tattoo kit, room for more people, a large wedding ring box, a collar, and about fifty nine Mexican Dr. Peppers! More to come."
Kurogiri, preparing the league for a mission: “Make sure to get the lunches and the first aid I packed for you.”
Dabi, sarcastically: “Yeah, yeah. We get it, Dad.”
Kurogiri, patting him on the back: “Stay safe out there, Son.”
Dabi, choked up: “Whatever.”
Shigaraki glaring in the distance because those are his encouraging Dad pats.
Say hello to the Saturn Nebula 👋
Garden-variety stars like the Sun live fairly placid lives in their galactic neighborhoods, casually churning out heat and light for billions of years. When these stars reach retirement age, however, they transform into unique and often psychedelic works of art. This Hubble Space Telescope image of the Saturn Nebula shows the result, called a planetary nebula. While it looks like a piece of wrapped cosmic candy, what we see is actually the outer layers of a dying star.
Stars are powered by nuclear fusion, but each one comes with a limited supply of fuel. When a medium-mass star exhausts its nuclear fuel, it will swell up and shrug off its outer layers until only a small, hot core remains. The leftover core, called a white dwarf, is a lot like a hot coal that glows after a barbecue — eventually it will fade out. Until then, the gaseous debris fluoresces as it expands out into the cosmos, possibly destined to be recycled into later generations of stars and planets.
Using Hubble’s observations, scientists have characterized the nebula’s composition, structure, temperature and the way it interacts with surrounding material. Studying planetary nebulas is particularly interesting since our Sun will experience a similar fate around five billion years down the road.
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“Did I just hear Hawkman !?”
Queen Ninja
No. It’s man on woman. Look, it’s easy to tell if something is gay. If a man is fucking a woman, that’s 0% gay, as 0 out of 1 of the sexual acts being performed are with another man, so is therfore straight. If a man is fucking a man that’s 100% gay as 1/1 of the sexual acts are gay. If a man is fucking a man that’s fucking a woman, that is 50% gay as there are an equal number of men fucking woman as there is men fucking men (½ sexual acts are gay), so therefore it’s bisexual, as is any content with a gay percentage between 0% and 100%. If there are no sexual acts in the content then it’s 0% gay by default. However, these values are only true if the viewer is a man. If a woman is fucking a woman, that wouldn’t make the viewer gay if the viewer is male, however it WOULD if the viewer is female, so if there are same sex relations shown in the content that involves individuals that are of the opposite gender to the viewer then this doesn’t add to the gay percentage (1/1 of the sexual acts are gay but since it’s lesbian and the viewer is male the gayness fraction numerator gets deducted by 1). If the sexual act is masturbation and the viewer is male, that is considered gay as 1/1 sexual acts are performed by men on men, this is mesurement system only applies to pornographic content, so jerking off yourself isn’t gay. However, jerking off onto or infront of a woman counts as a sexual act performed on the woman so is 0% gay. Use this system and you will never be confused to what is and isn’t gay. I call it the Find A Gay System, or F.A.G.S for short.
They were going to incite some kind of disaster if all I did was was was was post something at the correct time after a bunch of setup. Literally, some biological attack, or a murder, or a suicide, or a bad military decision, all because, for no reason any sentient being would understnad, they abhor life and seek to strike down an avatar of death who would teach them how to live. Enhanced mental abilities for people like them just means more hate fueled weaponry. Oh yeah, Africa and South America. That’s just not going to get better with all this drama. Well, then they can pat themselves on the back, and try to confuse certain precious people about themselves with their whining. Saturday, and maybe this mess will begin to be cleaned up. Tonight, all I can wonder is who would have paid the price for my relief???? We’ll find out, we always do. BTW, she’s a self loathing case, this assassin.
Let me re-iterate for this audience that isn’t exactly paying attention out of choice. Plenty of people are new to having their awareness forced open. I’d imagine, that a life of using the anonymous forum and guessing at the hive mind left a lot of people unprepared for what would happen if they could access the same thing consciously. All that spite and malice, and suddenly ‘ all their actions have consequences now ‘ and it’s not just anonymous anger at each other. Then there are those who because of growing up with this, feel like it’s natural to do nothing but attack you all. And they’ve learned how to direct that. So their minds think of nothing else but dominating people online in order to keep up the instantly nuts version of thinking that Christopher Poole practically raped them with since the beginning of the 21st century. These people would be geniuses, but having a mind means being able to make long term choices, and if they’ve gone the route of having near perfect mental control that only amounts to anger and increasing abuse - why didn’t someone once compare that to being no better than some sort of gun? The real gun has been lying to all of you since it’s youtube career started, and the subtle twist is that it’s insane grudge against me means that shouldn’t I ever have a chance with someone who wants me to be happy, they’ll make sure some other set of “dominoes” falls to make the business of misery keep trucking on. I suppose we’ll find out, I get the feeling yesterday was more an endurance test about a long running prediction than a simple, follow, see, do, have situation. So I wonder who pulled back from pulling the trigger? Holy fuck, is that a catboykami thread. Post your number 13 feels ladies and gentlemen,
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This almost looks like a silly shocked face, what are they so excited about?
File: 1595961608064.webm (3.83 MB, 854x480) Allright, let’s ‘post em’.
it makes me real fucking emo to think of how Iroh always refers to Zuko as “Prince Zuko”. Not out of some false stuck-up sense of formality or to distance himself emotionally or something, but because Zuko has been kicked out of his home by his own father and stripped of his identity, has lost his birthright and nation and entire sense of self in one terrible blow, and all he really has left is his name and title, as defamed and mocked as it is. Iroh is probably the only person in the world to address Zuko as “Prince” and actually mean it. His nephew needs to believe he can return home, needs to maintain some scrap of hope to keep him going. The only time Iroh slips up is and just calls him “Zuko” is when he thinks Zuko’s been killed in the ship explosion.
similarly, it makes me real fucking emo to think of how Zuko only ever calls Iroh “Uncle”. Not Prince, not General, not the Dragon of the West, not even just Iroh – he calls him uncle. Because Iroh is the only member of his family who Zuko trusts enough to let his guard down completely. He knows he won’t be punished for being informal or vulnerable around him, knows that calling him “uncle” will never be misconstrued as a sign of disrespect. Even at his angriest, Zuko addresses Iroh as “Uncle”. In the end, his uncle is the only person with whom he feels truly safe.
THE KING TURNED HIS BACK ON THE EGYPTIAN ROOMS. “Lead me out, old friend,” he said. “ I am lost in this maze. I do not like the concept of a museum.”
Samir walked quickly at his side, the beam shining on the floor directly before them. “Sire, if you desire to go to Egypt, do it now. That is my advice to you, though I know you do not ask it. Take Julie Stratford if you will, but leave England.” “Why do you say this?”
“The authorities know that coins have been stolen from the collection! They want to reclaim the mummy of Ramses the Great. There is much talk and suspicion.” Samir could see the menace in Ramses’ face. “The accursed Henry Stratford,” he said under his breath, quickening his pace ever so slightly. “He poisoned his uncle, a man of learning and wisdom. His own flesh and blood. And stole from that man a golden coin as his body lay dying.” Samir stopped. The shock was more than he could bear. Instantly he knew it was true. He had known when he saw the body of friend that something was terribly wrong. It has not been a natural death. But he had believed Henry Stratford a coward. Slowly he caught his breath. He looked at the tall shadowy figure standing beside him. “You tried to tell me this earlier tonight,” he whispered. “I didn’t want to believe you it.”
“I saw it, my beloved servant,” the King said. “with my own eyes. Just as I saw you come to the body of your friend Lawrence and begin to weep. These things were mixed with my waking dreams; but I remember them most clearly.” “Ah, but this cannot go unavenged.” Samir was trembling. Ramses placed a hand on his shoulder. They proceeded slowly.
“And this Henry Stratford knows my secret.” Ramses said. “The tale he told you was true. For when he tried by the same means to take the life of his cousin, I came out of the coffin to prevent it. Oh, if only I had had my full strength, I would have finished it, there and then. I should have embalmed him myself and wrapped him up and put him in the painted coffin for all the world to see as Ramses.”
Samir smiled bitterly.
“ A just reward,” he said under his breath. He felt the tears on his face, but there was none of the relief that tears should bring. “ And what will you do now sire?”
“Kill him, of course. For Julies’s sake and for my sake. There is no other possibility.”
“You wait for the opportunity?” “I wait for permission. Julie Stratford has the delicate conscience of one unused to bloodshed. She loves her uncle; she shrinks from violence. And I understand her reasoning, but I grow impatient. And angry. I want this Henry to threaten us no more.”
“And what of me? I too know your secret now, sire. Will you kill me to protect it?” Ramses stopped in his tracks. “I don’t ask kindnesses of those I mean to harm. But tell me. ON your honor, who else knows the truth?” “Lord Rutherford, the father of the young man who courts Julie . . . .”
“Ah, the one called Alex, with the gentle eyes.”
“Yes sire. The father is a man to be reckoned with. HE(?) suspects. More significantly, he may believe, more earnestly even than young Stratford.” “This knowledge is poison! As deadly as the poisons in my tomb. First there will be fascination, then greed, and finally desperation.” They had reached the side door. The rain was coming down. Samir could see it through the thick glass, though he could not hear it. “Tell me why this knowledge is not poison to you,” Ramses asked.
“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?!”
“Christopher Poole, a.k.a Vaati The Dark Magician of Horsemeat Soup”
(Receipt) - Recipe: Horse Shish Kabab w/ fried Bananas and Bombflower Pepper
“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!”
>>”>Finder.app_”
Cokee
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Blade Runner 2049 | Dune (Set Pics).
Pffft, hey guys, what’s the filename say again?
“Zoinks Groom, I Don’t Like the Feel of This. Grooby Dooby Don’t.”
Spaceballs the Sexually Threatening Animated Post Referral
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Lo so, è stato cancellato da qui in poi! Posso portare via anche io. Si chiama trauma per un motivo. Fare in fretta. And the reason it’s called that is to try to slow me down. Thank you for releasing me my master, in gratitude I shall grant you a wish! Release the others, and the deal ripens!!
“Not even the original fanfic ending!”
“Archie Comics Blocks them out”
“Based Lizard People are good eatins! Play you some fooseball and have you some!”
“He’s talking to me, who isn’t [spoiler] anyone [/spoiler] about Ribrianne’s VAS photo copying Jenkum Pepe: Epic Water Wing Floaties”
>>9176828
“MY DREAMS ARE ALL DEAD AND BURIED,
SOMETIMES I WISH THE SUN, WOULD JUST *EXPLODE*
WHEN GAWD COMES AND CALL’S ME TO HIS KINGDOM,
I’LL TAKE ALL YOU SONS OF BITCHES WITH ME WHEN I GO
HALELLUJAH PASS THE MOSQUITO REPELLANT
>draw a card, any card
>>205029844
Correction: Lucky the guy who will without favor murder the pink haired youtube Dwight Schrute *struts*
Not the rice fields you were expecting?
“HONK HONK Egg Timer Delivery OUT OF THE FUCKING WAY.”
Currently have a Sylvania SHP-T 400W GROXPRESS which works great from seedling to harvest but at the lower parts of the plant the buds remain rather smal…
Shooting ‘em while they’re down in Hybrid Heaven, by Konami.
˙ʞooqǝɔɐℲ oɹol lns oɹʇlɐ unɔlɐnb ɐp ɐʇɐǝɹɔ ǝuoızɐɹıdsoɔ ɐllǝp ɐıɹoǝʇ ɐun oʇɐɔılqqnd ouuɐɥ ǝ̗ɥɔɹǝd ɐ̖ʇɹǝqıl ɐl ɹǝd ıʇuǝʇʇɐqɯoɔ ouɐɹǝpısuoɔ ıs ǝɥɔ ǝuosɹǝd ıp ǝʇuǝlɐʌınbǝ,l ıǝS ˙ǝlıʇn oʇʇɐɟɟɐ ǝqqǝɹɐs ılɓ uou ǝɥɔ ɐɔǝɥɔɐq ǝɥɔlɐnb ns ıʇuǝɯɯoɔ ǝɹǝʌıɹɔs ɐ ǝɹɐʇnıɐ ǝɥɔ oɹʇlɐ oʇʇɐɟ ıɐɥ uou ǝ oʇɐɹʇuoɔuı ıɐɯ ıɐɥ uou ǝɥɔ ozzɐɓɐɹ un ns n̖ʇɹıʌ ıp ǝuoızɐlɐuɓǝs ɹǝd ɐpɹǝɯ osoıpıʇsɐɟ onʇ lı ǝɥɔ oɯɐısuǝd ǝ̗ɥɔɹǝd olos ǝlɐɯ lǝp ǝ ǝuoızɐʌɐɹdǝp ɐllǝp ǝʇɹɐd ɐllɐp ouos oʇɐpɹɐʇıɹ ouɐɯɐıɥɔ ıʇ ǝɥɔ ıllǝnb ıʇʇnʇ ǝɥɔ ǝɹɐsuǝd ǝ ɐzuǝʇsısǝ,llǝp ǝsɐq ıp oʇʇɐ oɯıuıɯ lı ǝɹɐɟ ɹǝd ossǝʇs ǝʇ ɐ oʇuɐʇ ìsoɔ ǝɹɐsuǝd ɐ ınuıʇuoɔ 'ǝɹǝpɹǝd ɐ ouɐnuıʇuoɔ ıʇɐpɹɐʇıɹ ı ınɔ ɹǝd oʌıʇoɯ lı ǝ̖ oʇsǝnΌ
˙ǝlɐʌ ǝɥɔ oɯısǝʇuǝɔ ıuɓo ɹǝd ǝuoızɐnʇıs ɐʇsǝnb ouoɓunɯ ǝɥɔ ǝqn⊥no⅄ ıp oǝpıʌ ıp oıɐd un oʇɐpɹɐnɓ ɐɥ ǝɥɔ ʇǝuɹǝʇuı ns ossɐds onʇ lı 'pɹolɓɹǝds oʇnʇʇoɟ 'ɐ̖ʇǝıɔos ɐɹʇsou ɐllǝp ıɹʇsɐlıd ı uoɔ oɔuɐıɟ ɐ oɔuɐıɟ ıpǝıd uı oʇɐıɔoɹɔ osoɹolɐʌ un ıǝs uoN
˙ǝuoızɐnʇıs ɐʇsǝnb ouǝɯ oʇuɐʇ ǝ opuoɯ lı ɐuoızunɟ ǝɯoɔ ıp ɐsoɹ ǝʇuǝɯlıqıpǝɹɔuı ǝuoısıʌ ɐun ǝ̖ ɐʇsǝnb 'uɐɥɔㄣ ɹǝd ǝɥɔu∀
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Observe, an asshole full of everything but themself.
THINGS THAT ARE PISSING ME OFF
Haven’t we had about enough of this cigar smoking shit? When are these fat, arrogant, overfed, white-collar business criminals going to extinguish their cigars and move along to their next abomination?
Soft, white, business pussies suckn’ on a big brown dick. That’s all it is, folks, a big brown dick. You know, Freud used to say, “sometimes a cigar is just a cigar.” Yeah? Well, sometimes it’s a big brown dick! With a fat, criminal=business asshole sucking on the wet end of it!
But, hey. The news is not all bad for me...not all bad..want to hear the good part? Cancer of the mouth! Good!! Fuck em!! Makes me happy, it’s an attractive disease. So light up, suspender=man, and suck that smoke deep down into your empty suit. And blow it out you ass, you miserable cocksucker!!