leave my body to science.

( not medical but physics. )

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losing followers for posting again is so ?? like damn how about a 'welcome back' or something please i am trying

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@witheringecho​.

          he knows this child; he knows from the moment they cross loew’s threshold, though it’s not like he’d ever forget. his regrets linger like old ghosts, their welcomes long overstayed. people always remember a good haunting. he’s no different. 

           the question of what to do next, though; that... he’s not as sure about that. odds are they’ve already caught sight of him ( the way he holds himself like a crumbling building, the screw through his head and the scars on his face; he’s hard to miss, he knows it ), so here’s what he asks himself — who’s going to make the first move?  

           god, this poor, fucked-up kid. this pathetic lab rat. they deserve whatever vengeance they choose to mete out. as in, he deserves what’s coming to him. 

           as in, he hopes they hit first. 

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repairing my laptop took an entire 2 weeks longer than i was initially told it would so don’t buy macs ever ig

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k i’m a fool and i forgot to back up my icons to dropbox or something before dropping my laptop off for repairs so no icons for these starters, sorry

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it’s been so amazingly long since i’ve rped please be patient w/ me here... anyway like for a very small starter or something along those lines. ( if we used to thread before i dropped off the face of the planet feel free to hmu also i've missed u all )

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I’VE MET  G O D  across his long walnut desk with his diplomas hanging on the wall behind him, and god asks me, “why?” ( why did i cause so much PAIN? ) didn’t i realize that each of us is a sacred, unique snowflake of special unique specialness? can’t i see how we’re all manifestations of LOVE? i look at god behind his desk, taking notes on a pad, but god’s got this all wrong. we are not special. we are not crap or trash, either. we just are. we just ARE, and what happens just happens. and god says, “no, that’s not right.” yeah. well. whatever.

you can’t teach god anything.

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anyway. it’s been nine months since i’ve been on here so we’re doing a fresh start kinda deal. new theme, new pages coming down the line, etc. old icons still until i make new ones, or something? i cleared out my following list and about 90% of my current followers are dead blogs so hey promo me maybe? i've been out of this whole circuit for a while.

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what the fuck is going on in here on this day

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     “Maka was here.”

     --is written on the colorful sticky notes plastered all over half of Stein’s wall. .Just half. Because she wasn’t that out of control. It was a lovely mural of bright green, neon pinks, and blues whose background was so dark you could barely see the words on the paper. Ah, yes, her lovely handiwork. “Ah, I almost forgot!”

     “Spirit Albarn is a fucking scrub. PS. Don’t write back, don’t come to the apartment, I don’t care. Die in a ditch. -Maka Albarn ♫”

     ... So she spun around and took one of Stein’s doorkeys and skipped out the door, slamming it shut and locking it.

@psythe.

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republici replied to your post:      “’Ho ho ho ho! Yes, My name is Stein! Franken...

HOLY SHIT

     “Ho-ho-ho! Follow Stein’s best student, Maka Albarn, @psythe!”

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     “’Ho ho ho ho! Yes, My name is Stein! Franken Stein, and nobody is sure what my first name and last name is, and I have a screw through my head! Ho Ho Ho! And Maka Albarn, wielder of deathscythe Soul Eater, is my most favorite student! Ho Ho! Therefore, Maka will get an A+ on her next exam! Ho ho! yes!’”

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i said i wasn’t gonna do this but we all know i’m a fucking liar follow my henry blog

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canon: gives no information on a character except for a name and sparse backstory

me: mine now

[lovemakesyouwonder]

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✖ svvordgod.

      Knowing that Stein didn’t have any interest in trying to be his friend, or even get on his good side, was indeed comforting. It was a mutual agreement that neither liked the other, but they could at the least be civil when necessary. In a weird way that made Stein more tolerable.

     “No, don’t ask him for advice,” Mifune sighed, folding his arms. Stein had been right about him not liking anyone, but he especially didn’t care for Spirit. Or his daughter, for that matter. “Well…it might be easier to just tell you what not to do and hope you can figure it out from there. For example, kids shouldn’t know how to dissect humans, or be told that they should handle all of their problems with ethically unsound revenge plots.”

So Mifune thinks that the revenge thing was his idea? At the least, that proves how little the samurai knows about him, or about Black☆Star. Stein prefers to not get involved in things that might require avenging. There’s a difference between serving JUSTICE and acting on selfishness. He would know. The latter is never a good option.

          ❛ you sound like you blame me for how he came after you, ❜  Stein says dryly.  ❛ you should know that that was his idea, not mine. only someone as hotheaded as him would think of charging in blindly like that. it’s admirable, but it’s also stupid. ❜ 

Unsurprisingly, fights to the death are a terrible way to get to know someone. Stein can’t blame Mifune for being unfamiliar with Black☆Star’s general modus operandi. 

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making fanmixes is the most tedious hobby i have and yet i am SO dedicated to it and i spend so much time on this and why? i should be roleplaying and here i am doing a full-out analysis of this obscure indie song to decide if it belongs on a certain mix or not

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