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#Descend Into the Absurd
k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9 · 3 months
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𝔉𝔩𝔢𝔰𝔥𝔠𝔯𝔞𝔴𝔩 - 𝔓𝔲𝔯𝔲𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔅𝔬𝔴𝔢𝔩 𝔈𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔦𝔬𝔫
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festering-remains · 9 months
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Fleshcrawl - Descend into the Absurd (1992)
Crushing death metal masterpiece!
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Phrenetic Tendencies Fleshcrawl Descend Into The Absurd
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You can pry the “goofy character is actually quite intelligent and/or capable/skilled at key moments of crisis” trope from my cold dead hands
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ngl i will hear the shittiest disney channel pop song and be like
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gecemi09 · 2 years
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Gammon and Nyoze feel so out of place compared to the rest of the court ending people.
Like, mothy could have at least had them reincarnated in other arc you know? So that it makes sense. But Gammon was introduced with album booklets, Nyoze with Judgment of Corruption. Compared to everyone else, they are mundane.(sure, they're descendants of venomania, but who isn't by this point?)
Even Gammon feels weird in the Theater, bc the Theater is meant to be a plot convinient place for important characters(ma, adam, irina, riliane, motg, h&g, lich, eater) to gather and have it make sense. And while you can say that Gammon is meant to be out of place in the theatre, it's still a weird choice regardless. And involving him(&Nyoze who wasn't even THERE) in the court ending just feels random.
Also, they're basically side characters, and you CAN NOT put those two in the same caliber as Irina, Adam and Eve. Irina is one of THE most important ec characters, Eve is a demon who has several incarnations, Adam is in the vessel of wrath and then greed. Not to mention OSS. Eve and Adam are literally the reason vessels are created. But Gammon and Nyoze??? Germaine and Kyle have more screen time and characterization than them.
To be clear, the problem isn't that they're side characters but that they are side characters who are being treated like they are main characters. I mean, they could have had so much more forshadowing! In Tailor, someone could have mentioned Gammon and Nyoze, they could have been in OSS album booklets, Irina could have mentioned Nyoze in one her "recollections" in Fifth Pierrot, they could have been in other novels. There are so many possibilities!
I won't call them a retcon, but they definitely weren't that important in the early stages.
I also find it weird how Gammon and Nyoze are only in OSS and during late 900s. Only in the begining and the end. Feels like it's supposed to mean something.
I won't even mention how Nyoze wasn't in the Theater but was in the Court Ending.
->On another note, every Venomania descendant we see are descended from Lukana. We only know 4 of Maylis'(Banica's dad, Banica, Banica's child and Germaine) while everyone else is Lukana's. They are in lots of different countries too! Asmodean, Beelzenia, Jakoku, Levianta etc. Frankly, I find it weird how everyone and their mother is descended from Venomania but he only got 3 women pregnant, with only 2 of them having continuing bloodlines. But who am I to say something on that?
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activatingaggro · 2 years
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@skegulium:
Shepherd's daydreams about sunyah's ancestor, because i want to know more about what's going on there
Answering this bit separately, because my writing muse is very fickle right now, so it’ll probably be like.. a month before I actually write the prompt!
The deal with Shepherd and Sunyah’s ancestor can be sourced back to the fact Reba and I both have way too many history nerd characters, and Shepherd’s been dragged into the spotlight by virtue of being a good antagonist for the majority of the cast! Also, awful old biddies are terrible and hilarious and I love writing them. So we’ve been scraping together some uniform world-building for consistency purposes, which resulted in..
Shepherd was one of the ruling lords of the Hanhai desert, back when it was a sea, along with her clade. She was very interested in psionics, lowbloods, and genetics, so mostly kept out of politics - until the first Empress started expanding the empire down south. The rest of the clade refused to engage with her, because lol fuck her, they have everything they need. Why join an empire?
Shepherd eyed up the new bloodlines of lowbloods and midbloods, and decided to enter negotiations with the Empress separately. Ultimately, this resulted in things like Shepherd betraying her entire clade later, but in the short term, she and the Empress bonded over the only thing more important than politics or genetics:
The fact indigoes, but especially, clowns were really, really fucking hot, and the first Grand Highblood, the ruler of Preuska, was absolutely fucking smoking.
The first Empress ended up, post an extended war with Preuska, quadding up with the first Grand Highblood. Shepherd did not, because while the Empress waged a war on Preuska, Shepherd flooded the entire country and devastated their fucking eco-system, and that, remarkably, does not get you into someone’s pants, even twenty years in.
So, once Preuska was subjugated and the baby Empire was formed, Shepherd just obsessed over the next Grand Highblood.. and his courtiers, one of which included Sunyah’s ancestor. Sunyah’s ancestor is the current head of Preuska, but not the Grand Highblood. Shepherd’s about 80-90 in troll years, and she’s been trying to win over Sunyah’s ancestor since they were both, approximately, around their 30′s?
She’s been trying to win him over, in between stealing bloodlines out of Preuska, trying to integrate the Navigressors into greater Mirthful society in order to gradually take it over, and between engaging in a lot of military mantling at Preuska otherwise.
Remarkably, none of those actions get you into someone’s pants. Who could’ve known? Who could’ve guessed? It did get Sunyah’s ancestor eventually flinging Sunyah into the navigressor creches as a peace offering, so she’d stop sniping indigo bloodlines, with a few conditions - no weird wetware in him, no weird heretic shit, stop blowing up my phone and trying to come up with legal excuses to take over my country, etc, etc.
Shepherd accepted it, because she’s always trying to get more indigo bloodlines into the Hanhai caverns, and clearly, clearly, this is a sign that she’s finally winning Sunyah’s ancestor over? This is a sign that he’s FINALLY GIVING IN?
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It was not, but you know, she’s still hopeful.
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aletheialed · 1 month
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also idk wtf happened but i woke up from a nap and now i'm back on my "loving darklaw plvspw" agenda......... god she's just so good!! exactly my type of character. i love her
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After shoving Hansel in the oven, the witch turns to Gretel - who is currently fending the witch off with a gingerbread chair - and says:
"I can't believe you thought a trail of breadcrumbs would save you. I mean, honestly, this is a forest! It's full of animals. Honestly, the very idea that a dumb shit like you thought you could get the better of me is absurd."
Gretel hits her in the face with said chair. To be fair to the witch, she takes the chairshot like a champ.
"Ow!"
"Did you know," says Gretel, "that crows are capable of facial recognition?"
"Eh?" Says the witch, clambering to her feet and pulling a candy cane sledgehammer off the wall. "What's that got to do with anything?"
"Not only that," Gretel continues, "but they can remember both friends and enemies. And they'll often follow people they remember as friends."
The two fence with their sugared weapons for a moment, before the witch knocks the chair out of Gretel's hands.
"Enough with the bird facts! Honestly, this whole attempted escape has been utter clownshoes. Get in the fucking oven!"
She seizes Gretel by the collar. Gretel immediately sandbags, letting her whole body go limp. This eminently practical defense forces the witch to try and deadlift her. Which is hard, as the witch often skips leg day.
"For example," Gretel says, as the witch struggles and grunts, "if you feed crows a lot of breadcrumbs, they'll probably start to see you as a friend and follow you in the hope of more food."
The witch stops. Outside, she hears the thunder of wings.
"They'll even bring you shiny things they find as presents!" Says Gretel, as a corner of the gingerbread ceiling is suddenly cut away by a large crow with a knife in its mouth.
"Oh shitballs." Says the witch, as the crows descend. "I hope you know this is a great unkindness."
"Technically," Says Gretel, "It's a murder."
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wiisagi-maiingan · 1 month
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Oh my god, once again reminding people that Jews in the SWANA region being scared of being murdered if Israel is dismantled are not comparable to white Americans and Canadians being scared of indigenous sovereignty. The entire world, and that includes Muslim countries, has a very very long history of violently expelling and brutally murdering its Jewish communities; Israel itself has many, many refugees and descendents of refugees from other countries in Asia and Africa, countries that do not want those people back.
The comparison to white North Americans is absurd, cruel, and ahistorical; the claim that Jewish people lived in happiness and peace and safety in SWANA countries before Israel's founding is a complete fabrication and blatant victim blaming. Many of the countries surrounding Israel and throughout the SWANA region have Jewish populations that can literally be counted on one hand and that isn't because people just abandoned their homes and friends and communities to move to Israel for funsies, it's because many of them were brutally murdered or expelled from their homes, with the rest fleeing out of fear for when they would be next.
I am saying this as a Native person who is 100% in favor of indigenous sovereignty in my home country and who is fully against the treatment of Palestinians by the Israeli government. If you cannot acknowledge how antisemitism is still very much alive and an active danger to Jewish people all across the world and how many people fled to Israel specifically to escape violence, then you really cannot have any sort of meaningful conversation about Israel.
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k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9 · 2 months
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Fleshcrawl - Infected Subconscious
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tanadrin · 2 months
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So two directors, and Israeli named Yuval Abraham and a Palestinian named Basel Adra, won a major prize at the Berlinale this year for their documentary on the destruction of Palestinian villages in the West Bank; as you might expect, their acceptance speech was not shy about criticizing Israeli apartheid. Naturally, this got roundly criticized in the German media as an anti-semitic speech (to add insult to absurdity, Abraham is descended from Holocaust survivors), and the Green Party culture minister was caught in the flack since she was seen clapping for them. She tried to smooth this over by saying she was clapping for the Israeli director, but not the Palestinian one.
This country hates Muslims so much it's unbelievable.
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victorian-robot · 1 year
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This is your daily reminder that vanilla and salted are both terms used to describe what we deem plain foods and that once those were some of the most extravagant flavors a thing could be.
Time is a weird thing and our access to exotic plants and rare minerals to stick on our foods to a degree formerly only known to royalty is hilarious.
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phillydilly · 6 months
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On the edge
⊹♡— In which Charles has finally hit his breaking point and snaps at Ferrari, and his girlfriend is the only one who can calm him down
Charles Leclerc x fem!reader
Authors note: After processing everything that was the US Grand Prix, I decided to write this and pretend that this is exactly what Charles did in real life. I don’t know about Charles but I have certainly reached my breaking point with this fuckass team. Anyways, enjoy?
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Charles stood on the grid, his red Ferrari gleaming under the Texan sun. He had secured pole position for the United States Grand Prix in Austin, but his excitement was short-lived. The team had a different strategy in mind, one that involved a risky one-stop tire plan, and Charles couldn't believe it.
"Charles, we're going for the one-stop strategy," his race engineer informed him through the radio.
"One-stop? Are you guys out of your minds?" Charles shouted back, his frustration bubbling over.
Ferrari had been struggling with tire degradation for years, especially at the Circuit of the Americas, and it was a recipe for disaster. He felt like he was being set up for failure. As the race began, he fought to keep his tires alive, but the degradation was merciless.
Lap after lap, Charles watched as other drivers on different strategies flew past him. His tires were giving up, and he felt betrayed by his own team. He couldn't hold back his anger any longer. "This is ridiculous! I can't believe you put me on these tires! What are you thinking?" Charles yelled over the radio.
The Ferrari pit wall was silent for a moment before the voice of the team principal, Fred Vasseur, responded, "Charles, we believe this strategy can work. Just stay focused."
But Charles knew it was a lost cause. The moment the race ended he stormed into the garage after his pit stop, his frustration boiling over. "You guys sabotaged my race! This was a terrible call!"
Charles couldn't hold back his anger any longer. He stormed into the debrief session with his Ferrari team, the tension in the room palpable.
"I can't believe you guys," he began, his voice seething with frustration. "You knew how important this race was for the standings, and you still forced that one-stop strategy on me. It's like you don't even care about my success."
The team members exchanged uneasy glances, but Charles wasn't done. "I've been patient with this team for years, and this is how you repay me? By ruining my race?"
Fred tried to maintain order, "Charles, we believed in the strategy. We thought it could work."
Charles cut him off, his anger unrestrained. "Believed? Believed?! You destroyed my race, and you dare to say you believed? It's absurd!"
As the argument intensified, Charles's teammate Carlos Sainz couldn't stay silent any longer. "Charles, we win as a team, and we lose as a team. We have to trust in the decisions we make together."
Charles turned to Carlos, his eyes blazing with anger. "Trust? You want me to trust a team that has let me down repeatedly? Maybe you can, but I’m sick of this bullshit!"
The room descended into chaos as Charles and the team members went back and forth. Accusations were hurled, and frustrations boiled over. The argument was a maelstrom of emotions and raised voices.
In the midst of the heated debrief session, Charles felt the need to drive home a point. He turned to the team with a determined expression. "You know, Ferrari is not my last option. I've been contacted by several teams, including Red Bull."
The room fell silent as everyone took in his words. The mention of Red Bull, a team that was currently dominating the sport, hung heavily in the air.
"I've been loyal to Ferrari, and I've given my best. But you need to understand that other teams are interested in me," Charles continued, his tone unyielding. "I have choices, and I won't hesitate to explore them if I feel that my commitment and hard work aren't being reciprocated."
The team members exchanged uneasy glances, realizing that Charles had a point. The sport was highly competitive, and top drivers were in demand. Ferrari couldn't afford to lose a talent like him.
They had taken Charles’s loyalty for granted, and never thought he would entertain the idea of leaving. They knew he had other options, but this was a stark wake-up call.
In the midst of the shocked silence that had followed Charles's revelation, Fred began to speak, attempting to address the situation. However, before he could finish his sentence, Charles abruptly stood up, his expression resolute, and without saying a word, he walked out of the room and slammed the door behind him.
The team was left in stunned silence, realizing the gravity of the situation. The realization that Charles, their star driver, had reached a breaking point and walked out of the debrief without another word was a stark reminder that their actions had consequences, and the trust between the driver and the team needed to be urgently repaired.
As he stormed out of the garage and back to his driver's room, he noticed Y/n, his girlfriend, sitting on the sofa with open arms, waiting for him.
He collapsed into her embrace, his anger still burning brightly. Y/n wrapped her arms around him, letting him vent. "Charles, it's okay to be angry," she said softly. "You've been patient with this team for years, and they keep making these decisions that hurt you. It's not fair."
Charles took a deep breath, tears of frustration and anger welling up in his eyes. "I just don't know what to do anymore. I've given them everything, and they do this."
Y/n held him close, her voice filled with empathy. "I understand, Charles. You have every right to be angry. You've earned your place here, and they need to respect that. Let it out; I'm here to support you."
As he continued to express his anger and disappointment, Y/n listened attentively, providing a safe space for him to share his feelings. She understood that this was a breaking point for him, and she was determined to stand by his side.
Just as they were beginning to calm down, a knock on the driver's room door shattered the fragile peace. A Ferrari team member stood there, a worried look on his face.
"What is it?" Charles asked, his heart sinking.
The team member hesitated before responding, "Charles, we've just been informed that there's a technical issue on your car, and it's likely to result in disqualification."
Charles and Y/n exchanged a glance, their hearts heavy with the weight of the news. It seemed that the day had gone from bad to worse, and now the race he had fought so hard for was slipping away.
Charles ran his hand through his hair in frustration. "I can't catch a break today, can I?"
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peachdoxie · 1 year
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The Gimli Glider airplane accident is one of those things that seems stranger than fiction. Like, due to a series of communication and conversion errors, a Boeing 767 ends up taking off with a quarter of the fuel it should and loses both engines while cruising at 41,000 feet over rural Canada, which seems like a recipe for disaster because, while the plane can glide without fuel, there's not enough speed to make it to the nearest airport. HOWEVER, the first officer used to serve in the Royal Canadian Air Force and remembers there's a disused air base within their distance range. Yay! BUT they're not descending fast enough and will overshoot the airport and have no way to change the plane's speed. Oh no! HOWEVER, the captain flies unpowered gliding planes in his spare time and knows a strategy to slow it down by basically turning the plane nearly sideways so that the drag on the fuselage slows it down. If he's careful enough, he'll be able to land the plane at the old air force base. Yay! BUT it turns out that one of the runways is now used for drag racing and it's race day with people on the runway. Yikes! THANKFULLY everyone got out of the way and the plane stopped without hitting anyone and with only minor injuries to any passengers. Utterly absurd.
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age-of-moonknight · 2 years
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“Bad Blood,” Marc Spector: Moon Knight (vol. 1/1989), #59.
Writers: Terry Kavanaugh; Penciler: Fred Haynes; Inkers: Fred Haynes and Scott Koblish; Colorist: Ovi Hondru; Letterer: Michael Higgins
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