Louder Than Sirens

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depsidase:

You spend decades thinking on how to destroy capitalism, how to fight Goliath as David. How even scratching the monster in the context of national liberation will be a nightmare. And then Goliath procedes to blind himself, cover himself in gasoline and set himself on fire

Fuck me, the amount of time and effort I put into validating data, and they’ve gone and added the fucking hallucination generator to it.

well you can’t blame them, it’s not like excel already had a way to add up numbers or anything

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franticbindings:

Decided to finally visit my school’s mental health clinic about my depression and they prescribed me a cathartic sword duel against this girl with pink hair. I asked if I’d need insurance to help pay for the sword and they said not to worry about it.

cryoverkiltmilk:

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singerin:

panoramaaa-deactivated20250601:

Where’s that omg not to be a lesbian thing when you need it. I’m too distracted by the hotness to google it.

The competence. The strength. The completely casual execution of skill. That leather belt and all of its compartments and whatnot. Mmmm.

Always reblog bench wench

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dreadwedge:

used to be people would say things like “avast” or “hither and yon”. nowadays folks mostly say stuff like “ethernet cable”

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torpublishinggroup:

🥀💀🍒 Sabine + Charlotte

Meet the women of Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil! Love them or hate them, you’ll never forget them.

All first edition copies of Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil are signed by the author (while supplies last)!

The art featured in this image is by Abigail Larson.  

WHAT IT’S ABOUT

From V. E. Schwab, the #1 New York Times bestselling author of The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue: a new genre-defying novel about immortality and hunger.

Santo Domingo de la Calzada, 1532.

London, 1827.

Boston, 2019.

Three young women, their bodies planted in the same soil, their stories tangling like roots. One grows high, and one grows deep, and one grows wild. And all of them grow teeth.

ouijai:

there is NOT enough bury our bones in the midnight soil art yet so I had to make some

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bluedillylee:

Feral witcher princess 🐀🪶

[ID Portraits of Ciri from different witcher adaptations. In order: Netflix tv show, third witcher game, Hexer 2002, the musical, fourth witcher game and books. end ID]

redbelles:

There are no gods here. There are only monsters.

THE WITCHER IV
Cinematic Reveal Trailer — TGA 2024

quail-in-red:

Shadowheart thinks she’s so edgy and mysterious but deep down inside she is all about the dad jokes.

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