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4 yrs ago
Current deconstructions are fake lol
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5 yrs ago
"return of the mack, you know that i'll be back." in his bed, joe biden lurches awake, wild-eyed. many a year he has watched, waited for the mack's return. hes as ready as he will ever be. he t-poses
5 yrs ago
Today Show 9-11-01 ~ Live on NBC as Tragedy Occurred [s l o w e d + r e v e r b]
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5 yrs ago
40 hours into the mass effect remaster. gameplay is good but not sold on the plot changes. wish garrus would stop saying "reaper? i hardly know her!" laugh track on the normandy is a weird choice too
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5 yrs ago
fine, since you asked so nicely officer, i will confess my crimes. since i was seven years old i have refused to match any socks in my sock drawer. i practice sock hookup culture. i am a slut
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Frame should be up later this afternoon or tonight, but I wanted to get this up and take a breather.
FAREED DOESN'T LIKE IT

ROCK THE HASMAL

ROCK THE HASHMAL
<Snipped quote by Sanctus Spooki>
No offense taken.

The 90's were pretty frig'n awesome as a kid. Cold war over, no fear of anything, science doing science...

Everything looked like it was gonna end like Star Trek.

Sure, there was the war on drugs, but that just meant if you really wanted 'em, you could live life super-dangerous to such an extreme you risked getting mowed-down by someone with a gun on a daily basis. Quite an exilerating rush if you were into that... such a lifestyle is not for pretty much anyone. So adrenalin-junkies did other, more inspiring things <--- random people are awesome vid go here.


Not to promote substance abuse, but drugs are some of the most inspiring shit in the world, there's a reason that musicians, artists, authors and other creative pursuits all have stereotypes like the alcoholic author, or the coked out musician, the beatles and lucy, etc etc. PLenty of famous artists actually "fell off" once they became sober. Sadly the drugs have a bad habit of killing them early,

And plenty of Adrenaline Junkies use plenty of drugs, for the simple reason that some of them will make you feel, and act, superhuman. It's why when you hear about the meth/crack addict putting his fist through a car window, those in the know are rarely impressed.


heheheheheh...
@p1ssaragi I was hella late on IBO so I decided to catch the dub first on Toonami, for nostalgia's sake. By the end I wanted off Ein's Wild Ride so badly
@p1ssaragi I mean...he's got two mega particle cannons firing directly at his back right now. It's a little late for him to go full CRANK-NII if that's his purpose.
Cairo Casablancas
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"Ensign Casablancas, G-Fighter Triple-C."

...She needed a cool, unique catchphrase of her own.

"Back in a jiffy."

Oh my God.

There was absolutely no taking that one back. God damn it. Fuck! How was she supposed to be cool when sh-WUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH

BLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH


It seemed that 'back in a jiffy' was, surprisingly, acceptable enough to launch her anyway. Cairo was flung out into space right after Lt. Staten's Spartan, with much less in-cockpit grace than her fiery commanding officer had displayed. That was to be expected, though; the Lieutenant was far more of a veteran than she was, and didn't display an ounce of trepidation at the thought of Zeeks lining up to kill her. That was just who she was.

Cairo wondered if it was her that came up with the designations for her unit.

I should be so lucky...

She was yanked out of her thoughts by the sight of a beam lancing through the sky, then another in short order; though the Gundam and Yemi's Guncannon had worked together to destroy a Zaku, the Pixie's second shot had gone wide of the odd-looking Gyan. The jousting mobile suit had recovered quickly, and was now clearly sizing up the four Federation units to see which would fall victim to that beam lance.

Watch him choose the Gundam.

Anyone would choose the Gundam. In the shadow of the distinctive mobile suit, a girl like Cairo would wilt, unnoticed, for the rest of her life. There was only one way for such a wallflower to get the attention of her prey.

I shall seduce him - aggressively.

On paper, the Gyan was a threatening high-mobility suit with a weapon that could pierce through either a ship or multiple mobile suits with no difficulty. In practice, such a suit came with its own heavy drawbacks as well - namely a lack of maneuverability and an inability to properly wield the weapon as easily as a suit like the Pixie could wield a beam saber, daggers, or even a rifle. A beam lance, like any lance, was meant for jousting. Traveling in a straight line and taking out its targets head on.

A G-Fighter like Cairo's would eat it for breakfast.

A lush, confident smile grew on the wallflower's face.

Cairo's twin-engine G-Fighter screamed in a straight line towards the Gyan as it charged forward, only spinning down and to the left when it appeared as though the lance would strike her. The fighter craft spun on a dime, as nimbly as she could ever ask for from a machine, and flew with its back right in her cross hairs.

Her mega particle cannon cross hairs.

Even someone with a hundred bajillion times Cairo's luck wasn't going to block a mega particle cannon with a Gyan's shield. They'd tear their mobile suit in half vertically just trying.

Oooh, this was so exciting. I need a pun.

"..."

I'm locking up!

"Hope you're ready for the next episode."

...

...

God, I suck.

With a wistful sigh, the totally-lame G-Fighter pilot fired both mega particle cannons squarely at the center of the Gyan's back.
<Snipped quote by NarayanK>

*stalks around the edges shyly* ... she...

Sorry...

<.< >.>

(I know the internet doesn't care :P )


i think nara was talking about snow
@PyroDash888

He's just salty because his character is a Monogatari ripoff.


Hard to be salty when he's clearly having the time of his fucking life ripping off the show desu
From the slums of Shaolin
Wu-Tang Clan strikes again
The RZA, the GZA, Ol' Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck,
Raekwon the Chef, U-God, Ghostface Killah
And the

M-E-T-H-O-D

MAN!

M-E-T-H-O-D

MAN!

M-E-T-H-O-D

MAN!

M-E-T-H-O-D

MAN!


It was just her luck, really. Why would she ever get a chance to just lounge in bed? She was Cairo Casablancas; there wasn't yet a euphemism with the word 'lucky' that she could be molded to fit. It wasn't enough that this cursed streak had to manifest itself in a nonexistent love life and in a disastrous trail of assignments, now she wasn't even allowed quiet moments of serenity in bed either. Attack by Zeon forces now, of all times?

It was probably taking off my bra that did it. Look at those mobile suit designs. They must just hate the idea of humans being comfy.

That thought was comfy, actually. It meant that maybe they weren't singling out Cairo specifically.

They can't make me put it on. I'll be in a cockpit. No one will notice.

Of course, knowing her luck, the one time she decided to stay comfy she would end up getting shot down and turned into a dead, pockmarked lump of cooked flesh inside her pilot suit. Like pork tenderloin with freezerburn. On the other hand...freezerburned and comfy.

Cairo Casablancas sighed and stood up, quickly inserting herself into an ergonomic but unflattering pilot suit and making sure to bring along her tape deck. Mobile suit combat in space wasn't anything like the old tank battles or dogfights of centuries past; in space, the only sounds you had to focus on were alarms, and those came with big blinking lights that could clue you into problems. There was no harm in bringing along music.

Should I do a shot?

Would one shot dull or sharpen her reflexes?

It gets thirsty in there. It'd be just my luck to die parched.

She ended up compromising and pouring herself one shot of sambuca con la mosca, with only one coffee bean instead of her customary seven. She would save the other six for her return, if she was somehow lucky enough to come back from this in one piece. They would give her something to munch on and calm down before she burrowed back into her bunk and rooted herself there like a big, lazy blanket oak.

Cairo ended up cheating on her way to Troy Horse's MS bay and eating another two chocolate-coated coffee beans. She justified this infidelity by reminding herself that they were symbolic of prosperity and good health. She could still save four for the return trip. Esquiline through Viminal.

When she reached the hangar bay, shuffling to her G-Fighter without much enthusiasm, her chief mechanic instantly took notice of her.

"Howdy, Ensign! We've got the slave rig wired as effectively as she can be!" Cairo felt confident enough in her ability to fly the G-Fighter Space Type by herself, and she was happy that at least no one could get killed if she was proven wrong, but it was still quite the gamble. Especially with all the power in this Luna Titanium puppy. "You'll be picking off Doms like flies with chopsticks!"

Cairo didn't tell him that she couldn't use chopsticks. Instead, she smiled unsteadily.

"Thanks, guys," she said with a nod of gratitude. "I'll give her all she's got - and plenty more."

That sounded like something cocky people said. Fighter pilots should be cocky. She learned that from that one American movie with the gay guys.

I'll never find a Maverick...

"Do one last systems check," she instructed the mechanic with a nod. "I'll just be a minute."

There was no getting around it.

She was gonna have to kill a lot of people if she wanted to have a chance to nap later.

Alright, y'all
Get your White Owls
Get your meth
Get your skins
Don't forget your 40s

And we're gonna do it like this!

I got
Fat bags of skunk
I got
White Owl dub
And I'm about to go get lifted!

(Yes, I'm about to go get lifted!)

I got
Myself a 40
I got
Myself a shorty
And I'm about to go and stick it!

(Yes, I'm about to go and stick it!)


En garde, Zeon.

Cairo Casablancas would let you try her Wu-Tang style.


Stepping forward, I addressed him directly for the first time.

"Hand off the wound, please."




Jericho looked back up at the boy with an idleness that toed a line with curiosity. His posture had seemingly relaxed somewhat at his approach, but his golden eyes were still cold and wary; they were not eyes that could change easily, always intense, pained and suspicious of everyone they saw.

He spoke casually, though - and seemingly nonsensically.

"Have you been in contact with a Southern Mistralian girl..." he asked slowly, almost lethargically given his posture and ferocity of his question before, "...about 5'11, blonde, sharp teeth, shoulder tattoo, wearing a ponytail and a jade pendant that matches her eyes? She may be going under a false--"

"Is she your girlfriend?"

Jericho broke off to stare at the Faunus girl coolly.

"Shut up." He looked back to Luke's hand, already looking like it was threatening to heal. "...Forget it. What are you doing to me."
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