Wild: Ancient Sheikah researchers, can you lick the science?
Zelda (biologist): Sometimes needed, sometimes dangerous. Sometimes, it licks you.
Paya (psychologist): Best not.
Purrah (computer scientist): Nothing else has make the code work, so you might as well try.
Symin (chemist): Dear Hylia NO! DON’T!
Robbie (roboticist): The tingle of blue energy on your tongue is how you know it’s working.
Jerrin (astronomer): ...If your dedication to lick Uranus is what gets us to another planet, then so be it.
Wild: Good to know.
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any 12 tumblr users have more combined guilt than every member of the catholic church
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man I mean just. the SMFS album lettering is made of clay. the cover art is an actual physical painting. there's a lot less fx on the album as a whole than Mania (which is NOT a knock on my bbg Mania btw, just pointing out the different approach) or even SRAR and ABAP. the songs sound basically the same live as they do on the record because the production is so minimal. they have a huge vinyl dog head onstage with them, that they touch and interact with and talk to (and, in Pete's case, get eaten by). the attic scene is made by lowering a piece of rigging to literally make the stage smaller. there's actually a LOT of sets especially comparatively to their previous tours, the rigging around the stage is done up almost as a physical frame for it. they only have one screen onstage and it's small, its purpose is to be the 8-ball and to add a little bit of texture to the wider design. the backdrops, even the new desert scene for 2ourdust, are physical backdrops — one of which was made by one of Pete's kids — not LED or projections. the album title is made of clay. it's about existing in the world, making things so you feel alive, making the world a little more fuckin weird! do you get it yet?
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my fave eyebag cc bc i get a lot of asks how to get sleepy eyes ok lets go
thrown together google doc with pics
northernsiberiawinds - lower eyelids n1 mm overlay
northernsiberiawinds - age related eyebags n1 mm overlay
northernsiberiawinds - eyebags n4 mm overlay
northernsiberiawinds - lower eyelids n2 mm overlay
northernsiberiawinds - lower eyelids n3 mm overlay
tamo - basic 10 eye bags set
okruee - misc. face details
pyxis - about face skin details
pyxis - demon days vampire stuff
nesurii - little details
kismet-sims - eyebags plus
9393 - eyebag n03
ratboysims - kiwi eyebags
miiko-cc - earlybird eyebags
starshipcap - eyekit eyebags
pralinesims - eyebags n08 (and im likely going to get more from here bc wow)
adelarsims - just some eyebags
faaeish - sleepless eyebags
c-cerberus-sims-s - hook eyeshadow
my secret blush
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You were created by humans to protect. They died, so you continued to protect—protect everything they hold dear. You rest in the corners of hell that make mockeries of their holy places and tell yourself that you, you are the last bastion of everything they held dear. You are more than a machine, you fight like man—with honor—as you still bow before the thing that claims to be you. It fights like a dog, and you flee. You can't bring yourself to go back and see what has become of the temple.
You have a new purpose now. If it seeks to destroy, you will give it destruction. You use everything that humanity taught you to create, study the curvatures of their statues to weld together a new arm out of the remains of a sentry you mangled (what a worthless, worthless warmachine—knowing nothing but itself) resembling their own. You settle, once again, in a faux temple—this one of golden stone—and you wait.
It arrives. Of course it does. And you rend it apart. Piece by bloody piece. You take apart everything that you hate, hate, hate. It takes until your chest is dented in for the red haze in your vision to clear, to realize the scrap lining the floor is your own.
So you flee. Not in cowardice—you are not human enough for cowardice, you have always known this—but for the most mechanical thought of self-preservation. You flee and it follows, and some sinking feeling knows that the only thing the two of you feel is hunger.
You were never human, nor did you truly seek to protect anything but yourself. You will never know peace, for you were nothing more than a leftover of war.
It hardly matters. You were created by humans to die—and you die like the machine you are.
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Nico: *sits down arms crossed dramatically* I'm not happy.
Thalia: Okay, I'll bite. Why aren't you happy?
Nico: Percy's mom grounded me.
Jason: Can she do that?
Nico: *pouting* Apparently so.
Leo: She's not your guardian though so can't you just say no?
Nico: You want me to say "no" to the Sally Jackson? Um I'd like to live.
Annabeth: Yeah that woman is the most comforting force of nature to ever walk this earth. You don't just say no.
Leo: Really?
Thalia: You see, Percy, has the DNA of an all powerful absolutely amazing god. And Posiedon.....I guess.
Percy: *laughs* Accurate.
Will: Nico, how did she ground you though? It's not like you have a phone for her to take.
Nico: *pouts harder* She took my emotional support skull-
Will: I'm sorry you're WHAT?
Nico: And she won't let me go to McDonald's for two weeks.
Leo: She took away McDonald's????
Will: But what about the skull-????
Percy: To be fair he was using McDonald's to summon the dead.
Will: Nico!
Nico: It's not like I was doing it in the house!
Percy: And she probably would not have cared had you not done it to the point where you blacked out!
Will: Nico Di Angelo! I told you to stop over doing it!
Nico: I'm sorry it won't happen again.
Percy: *cough* bullshit *cough*
Nico: I'm serious! I really want my skull back....
Will: *flabbergasted* Why the fuck do you have a skull?
Nico: Don't worry! It's no one you know.
Will: That's still WORRYING!!!
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