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onemorepelican · 1 month

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He's just...standing there...menacingly

#smosh #angela giarratana #shayne topp #tntl #try not to laugh #bystander #Shayne refuses to stop making up characters wearing sunglasses

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the-moon-whisperer · 9 months

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#depressing quotes #world of melancholy #bystander

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absolutely-smoshing · 1 month

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POV: you’re sitting at the bar and these two walk up to you and hand you a note, wyd?

This TNTL was ABSOLUTE INSANITY 😭

Drawn completely digitally 💫

#shayne topp #courtney miller #smosh #shourtney #shartney #smosh courtney #smosh shayne #smosh fanart #smosh games #digital art #smosh tntl #tntl #gerald cakes #bystander

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mote-historie · 2 months

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Wilton Williams, Ladies Promenading along a Sea Front, Fashion Illustration for The Bystander Magazine, August 1925.

Wilton Williams as he was known was active as a poster designer, commercial artist and illustrator in Britain between 1915 and 1930.

The Bystander was a British weekly tabloid magazine that featured reviews, topical drawings, cartoons and short stories. Published from Fleet Street, it was established in 1903 by George Holt Thomas. Its first editor, William Comyns Beaumont, later edited the magazine again from 1928 to 1932.

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yibo-best · 4 months

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Mango TV figured out that some people needed it and made a video with the song of Yibo looped for 50 minutes

#wang yibo #wyb #yibo #bystander #Youtube #they knew that I listened to it all days long and decided to let me watch it too

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cpopjukebox · 4 months

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#旁观者 #王一博 #bystander #wang yibo #20s #2023

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themancorialist · 9 months

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Portland Street, Manchester.

#stand with ukraine #ukraine #slava ukraini #russo ukrainian war #protest #cyber punk #bystander #mr cool ice #Manchester #street #street photography #real street shit

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yibo-wang · 3 months

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#GOD HIS VOICE IS HEAVENLYYY #songs are now available on spotify (will link in the reblog)#wang yibo #bystander #旁观者 #audio #music:yibo*#cpop

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anotherdescentintomadness · 3 months

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Onlooker

So well-adored, this creative Noodle. I still watch this performance every day.

#wang YiBo #fanart #bystander #panguangzhe #digital artwork #this performance makes me cry #every time #he’s just so #everything #our incredible noodle #i love him your honor #my art

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kaiwewi · 2 years

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Guilty Conscience

[Masterlist: Renegade Rescue Squad]

Synopsis: a rookie hero has been taken prisoner. Other Villain is looking forward to torturing them. Villain very much isn't.

tw: whump, captivity, talk about torture, gore mentioned

The little hero was a lost cause.

No one ever made a full recovery from Other Villain’s torture dungeon.

Anyone who had been lucky – or unlucky – enough to survive the encounter was in some way irrefutably and irreversibly distorted, physically or mentally. Or both.

Most who’d found themselves here, however, had simply been killed.

From his corner of the too small room, Villain watched Other Villain mock their tied-up captive. The little hero remained stoic, even after the beating they’d received, they still glared up from their no doubt uncomfortable position, slumped on the metal chair.

If only they weren’t this stubborn.

“You’re going to sing for me, pretty bird. Everyone does, sooner or later.” Other Villain dug their claws into the fresh wounds blemishing the hero’s cheeks and wiped the blood dripping down from the hero’s split lip off their chin.

The hero wrenched their head back, out of Other Villain’s grasp.

So much defiance in a body so small and beaten. Any semblance of fight should have forsaken the rookie the moment they’d realised whose clutches they’d fallen into. But the hero had refused to cave, to beg, to give information freely while they’d had the chance to emerge if not unscathed at least with only the few bruises to show for from kicks and punches.

This hero was a fiery thing, a phoenix caged and stripped of its magic, yet still so proud.

Their courage might have been inspiring if it wasn’t so dooming.

Other Villain leaned over the hero’s shoulder from behind and held up something small and metallic for them to see. “I love these neodymium fridge magnets,” they said. “So tiny, so practical, and so strong. Imagine swallowing a few, one at a time, every other hour.” Their mouth twisted into a manic grin. “Doesn’t that sound fun, all those magnets joining together on the inside and turning your guts into a sieve…. I saw that on TV once, wanted to try it on someone ever since.”

They pointed at the hero’s abdomen, purred into their ear. “Aw, just picture it, pretty bird: perforated intestines, digestive fluids leaking out into the body, the bacteria, the cramps, the vicious infections. Absolute agony. What a gruesome way to die.”

Villain rubbed his arm against the sensation of something crawling across his skin beneath his shirt. He tasted bile and swallowed.

Oh god, he could picture it. Magnets clamping together gut walls, tearing holes through soft flesh yielding under the pressure, a subsequent contamination of the abdominal cavity leading to sepsis and death…. It was sickening. Horrible.

It would work.

How depraved did one have to be to enjoy such a notion?

Other Villain’s laughter echoed from the tiled walls. “I'd estimate, it might kill you within a day or two. But that should leave you with enough time to sell out your team’s lovely little secrets for a few painkillers.”

They ruffled the hero’s hair, almost affectionate.

Some of the colour had drained from the little hero’s face – too pale skin now standing in even more striking a contrast to contusions and blood splatters. They stared up at Other Villain with big terrified eyes and gave an almost imperceptible shake of the head.

“Not to your liking? Pity.” Hand still playing with their captive’s hair, Other Villain circled around until they stood in front of the hero. “But don’t you fret, songbird. There are still so many other fun activities the two of us could try together.”

The two of us. So this was between Other Villain and their victim only? Then at least Villain wouldn’t have to play an active role in this sick game.

He hated himself a bit for feeling relieved.

[Part 2]

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justwangyibo · 3 months

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Wang Yibo EP 旁觀者 available on Spotify and Apple Music in US now!

#this is not a drill #wang yibo #daily wang yibo #王一博 #王一博wangyibo #wyb #uniq yibo #旁觀者 #bystander #yibo bystander #wang yibo EP

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resonancewitness · 2 months

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imagining "Bystander" as a poetic dialogue

totally fanfiction and exposé of my own brain rot, thank you very much :) continuing a small series from here and here

here I also have an issue with the translation of the title, loiter staring at the characters and stay with the most fundamental combination of “the one who” + “beside/ from the side” + “look/watch”

the image that comes to my mind when I read this, is the kaleidoscope of photos of dd and gg on stage in 2019, and the question I have is “the one beside who looks at what?” or “at whom?”

but I’ll just leave it at that, and return to the lyrics and poetic dialogue. the lyrics are italicised, my fanfiction interpretation commentary is indented

the quietly flowing river, that seems to have never had any colour

I often touch my head with my hand and when I do it, I go to the river of memories (EiL)

…which memories, dear heart? do they fade with time?

as in “walking through the coffee shop”, the beautiful past is a blur?

the river waits for the sun to shine

when your sun is with you, you ever-looking-from-the-side-sunflower, do the memories regain colour and become alive again?

the tires are rubbing heavily in the night, and the cars that drive past are those of strangers

two tired and lonely insomniacs and often night shift workers far away from each other, I feel ya

I often look and listen (intentionally) and want to reach out and touch a handful of sea water to see its dream colour

does your beautiful dream thousands of miles away feel like the sea, boundless, enormously powerful and full of life?

is that the sea in the “Ideal Life” painting?

I also look and listen and imagine myself in your role. What is it that drives you now to pursue it?

this line I take absolutely literally. as a person who has known the experience of a long-term long-distance relationship, this is a very natural question, when you can’t just call and ask “what is on your mind now?” and you often don’t have enough time for a really good long talk that would allow to reach deep and find words for the most important existential questions and the emerging answers

I am passing through this world, the one beside who looks, embracing all the joys, sorrows and sparkles of life

(here, this is a firefly for you. It is a little happiness I collected along the way) (LtS)

but it is my life, and if you ever think I regret my choices (like the worry in “If I Were Young” song), see, I don’t, I embrace all of what comes with my choices

listening to the sound of the plucked feathers that is telling me that the sky is too big to be conquered by wings

oh what an image. somebody catches the migratory birds, happy swallows and lonely swan geese, or the not lonely committed couples of swan geese, and plucks out their feathers so loudly that it can be heard

what unfriendly powers would do it in such a way?..

my mind offers a paraphrase from Enya’s “Memory of Trees”: you can’t be free, you can’t fly

but I don’t let it make me sad

I don’t give up or succumb to despair

giving the big tree I received to the desert

what big tree? I am thinking here about the money tree and the giftedness; money to charity, giftedness to the public, in service to those who are in need of beauty and inspiration

leaving the umbrella and walking out into the heavy rain

this gives me the flashback of that scene in The Untamed, and that moment in one of the interviews: “when you lift your face up and just stop breathing” — sometime you just need this space to cry freely, unselfconsciously, releasing whatever has been pent up -

what holds me up is feeling deep down inside that the earth and you are happy

wherever you are, I hope you are happy (LtS)

Don’t ask me what I am looking for.

I don’t need to choose.

I don’t need any specific outcome.

I told you already, I accept all my choices and their consequences. Life doesn’t have to fit into any of my expectations. See, youth does not preclude wisdom. -

Look, here is a withered leaf.

Countless lonely nights drifting away like withered leaves. (LtS)

and here is another one -

I am waiting constantly for the four seasons to pass and for the leaves to return to the branch.

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As long as we can trust each other, then this winter will be over.

Even if spring makes us wait. It's okay. Don't cry.

When the time to meet comes at last, all the good things will regrow on the branches and the winter will be over. (LtS)

Although now this leaf is withered,

yes, we are often apart for long time -

I can’t imagine another galaxy,

I am also deeply in love with a lonely star, there is no other -

but I believe in another me in time and space,

where eventually my future will meet my past.

we do hope so, too! the beautiful past of togetherness will meet the beautiful future of togetherness -

Come closer and feel the majesty of life.

No need for any specific outcome.

Don’t ask me what I am looking for.

Let's live our life in silence.

when I was watching the performance in real time, I happened to come online exactly at the moment when he was singing these lines, first having closed his face with his hands, - no, he is not looking at anyone at the audience now, the intended audience is not there in that hall at that moment — then reaching out with shaking hands at “come closer and feel the majesty of life”.

may you have the life you want to live in silence, and not in the noise

which reminds me of

Too much time wasted, too many things to face

Too much of what does not matter,

too many instances of being unable to distinguish the truth

Too much noise and too many problems,

who's the one who is always by your side? (from Eason Chan's "Let Me Stay By Your Side")

in my cpn mind, this song is about acknowledging the hardships of the existing situation and still persisting in love and hope

now, knowing that he couldn’t choose to let go of either set of lyrics and wanted to sing both, I can appreciate why even more

fake, fanfiction, cpn, brain rot, whatever, I am taking responsibility for not assuming this is in any way true. just my wild imagination

#yizhan #witnessing something precious #bjyxszd #bystander #poetic dialogue #everything is lovely #like the sunshine #art connects the private and the generally shared #songline #long distance relationship

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