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Nemona visiting Lumiose, about 5 seconds after the clock strikes 9 PM

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they had the SV Academy do field trips to Unova because if they sent them to Lumiose weβd never see Nemona again
Nemona visiting Lumiose, about 5 seconds after the clock strikes 9 PM

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The List of Raw Quotes from the Internet:
βPeople who value any aspect of creation would do well not to pit gods against one another.β
βHell is empty, and all the devils are here.βΒ
βI will face God and walk backwards into Hell.β
βThen perish.β
βI have been through Hell and come out singing.β
βDo I look like the kind of man who dies?β
βDo you think God stays in Heaven because He too lives in fear of what He created?β
βTo become god is the loneliest achievement of all.β
βYou kneel before my throne unaware that it was built on lies.β
βThis is Hellβs territory and I am beholden to no gods.β
βImpudent of you to assume that I will meet a mortal end.β
βBury me shallow, Iβll be back.β
βTake this gift, for the gods surely wonβt.β
βOne day, you will be face to face with whatever saw fit to let you exist in the universe, and you will have to justify the space youβve filled.β
βWill you fight? Or will you perish like a dog?β
βDeviation from the norm will be punished unless it is exploitable.β
βYou cannot kill me in a way that matters.β
βPick a god and pray.β
βWe deserve a soft epilogue, my love.β
βWe are the timeline that God has abandoned.β
βPick a Hell and rot there.β
βEvery day we stray further from Godβs light.β
βI survived because the fire inside me burned brighter than the fire around me.β
βIβd sell you to Satan for one corn chip.β
βThe risk I took was calculated, but man am I bad at math.β
βIf the world chooses to become my enemy, I will fight as I always have.β
βI am a monument to all your sins.β
βItβs not about whether you win or lose. Sometimes itβs about how many pages you add to the rulebook.β
βYouβre rearranging deck chairs on the Titanic, my friend.β
βThe man who sleeps with a machete is a fool every night but one.β
βI donβt believe in divine retribution, but then life throws people like you at me.β
βGod wanted me dead, now you get to find out why.β
βThe fruits of the earth do not exist to be worth something to us.β
βIβve got a date with destiny, and it ainβt gonna end with a kiss.β
βHostage or not, sometimes itβs nice being held.β
βTo sit still is to submit to a god who cannot stand to see such power in potentia mere inches from realizing itself and overcoming him.β
βThat sounds like a you problem.β
ββ¦but sadly I am only a little bug and you are a garden.β
βIn a society where all adventure has been destroyed, the only adventure left is to destroy that society.β
βHow many times have people used a pen or paintbrush because they couldnβt pull the trigger?β
βSo hope like hell your captor is an evil man. A good man will kill you with hardly a word.β
ββ¦For they are a scoundrel and a foul beast of fields untouched by green.β
βDo you not think that Satan, too, has some affection for the inhabitants of Hell?β
βDoes poetry flourishing even in the cracks and grime of the world devalue its beauty? Is the divine rendered plain when it becomes commonplace? Would you have the sublime subjected to the gatekeeping of a self-serving elite? Better it should be used and misused as us absurd commoners see fit.β
βLock your doors and windows. God will forgive your absence.β
βI stand here, a fool of my own making.β
βCanon is but the sandbox in which I strike lightning to form glass. Trouble me no more with your quibbling and quorums, lest I grind you to dust beneath my heel and build stories from the remnants of your bones. Avast, foul fiend.β
βIn the end, everyone is aware of this: nobody keeps any of what he has, and life is only a borrowing of bones.β
ββItβs not that deep.β Maybe not originally, but the ground is soft and Iβm ready to dig.β
βAsk the moon. Ask what it has witnessed.β
βSome things donβt belong on this plane of existence and the universe conspires to correct that.β
βWeird is a prerequisite to all things good and entertaining.β
βThe sunrise has never caught me sleeping.β
βPeople are trying to be right no matter how wrong they are, I am here, accepting my primal desires.β
βSwear all you want, but the gods have shut their ears.β
βTis the nature, curse, and cure of humanity to be forever attracted to the abyss.β
βIf you hit a mole over the head for long and hard enough, eventually it learns to mind its own beeswax. Keep whacking.β
βIf we built a tower of Babel, in this day and age, no one would stop us. We would build, and build, and one day inevitably breach the gates of heaven. And we would send in a probe, and then an exploratory team, clad in hazmat suits and protective gear, to enter the gates, and lo! before them would be a great, winding mass, a crumbling chitinous mountain range, a swooping winding wormous cavern, pale and sickly and turned to dust. And we will understand why no one stopped us: it will be the exoskeleton of God.β
βI must make time fear me most.β
βMy third eye is open but damn it needs a monocle.β
βSome sins follow us, trotting along and planting themselves in dark corners, high shelves, gathering dust like a forgotten potted ficus, forever a part of the inner scenery of our minds. They thrive there. In the dark. Knowing we will someday stumble in. This is why βtis unwise to explore the inner chambers of our souls.β
βIdeals are made of gold and light, but human lives are made of blood and tears, and spill with slippery ease; choose carefully what hills to build and die upon.β
βI shall dig my very own shallow grave. Onward.β
βConfidence! A foolβs substitute for intelligence!β
βWeird hill to die on, but at least youβre dead.β
βOur paths may have crossed briefly, but youβve still had the misfortune of knowing me.β
βWhatβs a little blood and bone? We all come down to it, in the end.β
βI could set the world on fire and call it rain.β
βWar allows us to dress our monsters up as saviors, and many would say Iβm one of those monsters.β
βYou havenβt learned anything until you learn monsters have nightmares too.β
βTo live is to haunt.β
βCanβt shake the devilβs hand and say youβre only kidding.β
βIn the future, you will stand at the grave of God which I dug, weeping, and I will be the only creature you will be able to answer to. You will beg for death, but due to what you said today, I will deprive you of that luxury.β
βI wanted rain and I thought the best way to do that was to make God cry.β
βLove is dead and never existed. All you did was betray me as I lay sick and festering. You are the definition of dread.β
βHereβs the thing about a haunted forest: itβs not going to haunt itself.β
βYour skull is the garden where fact flowers into meaning.β
βI shall use your voice for violin string and serenade your widow.β
βIf God had wanted you to live he would not have created me.β
βIβve heard it said that we only gain wisdom through suffering, and tonight I intend to make you very wise.β
βIf I cannot bend heaven, then I will raise hell.β
βRemember that if you go knocking on enough doors asking to see the Devil, eventually he may answer.β
βNo one of honor is interred here. The dead are raw materials, and nothing more.β
βThat there is a feller what sat down on a snake in the grass one day, and it ainβt crawled outta his asshole yet.β
βPay a man enough and heβll walk barefoot into Hell.β
βAll these moments will be lost in time; like tears, in the rain.β
βTo feel sorrow is to deserve peace.β
βNo one will know the violence it took to become this gentle.β
βThere is no light at the end of this tunnel; so itβs a good thing we brought matches.β
βThe answer to despair is action.β
βYouβll be reduced down to a single atom when Iβm done with you.β
βWhatβs at the end of a million? Zero, zero, zero; big old hole, with a wall around it. Thatβs all a bank is, you know: a great big old hole you throw money into, and all it ever seems to do is make the walls higher.β
βAlways strive to eat the stars.β
βWhy would you want to savor the taste of poison?β
βThe brave may not live forever, but the cautious do not live at all.β
βIt is better to die standing than to live kneeling.β
βThe anger in your heart warms you now, but it will leave you cold in your grave.β
βDarkness without light is an abyss; light without darkness is blinding. You cannot have a coin with one side.β
βWe canβt have faith for everybody.β
βKill me and live with the memory. Then tell the stars you won.β
βTo rend oneβs enemies is to view them as objects: hollow of existence and meaning.β
βYour soul sparks with a nonsense that makes this world bearable.β
βHe ainβt one of the creatures God made.β
βThe unconscious hides in a language like a thief hides a diamond in a chandelier.β
βI just know no fruit has ever tasted as sweet as the ones I ate while bleeding under the blistering summer sun.β
βI pray nobody kills me for the crime of being small.β
βThatβs the problem with gods; their pleasure and their wrath often look the same.β
Β βIf I am killed for simply living, let death be kinder than man.β
βStupid should hurt.β
βdo you think god is nuclear. do you think you cannot look upon deities the same way you cannot look at the center of a mushroom cloud. do you think the energy generated from fission is released from divine clutches. do you think that god exists in the space between the nucleus and the electrons and in the bonds of compounds and in the numbers on the page that got us there. do you think radiation is a warning. do you think it is an eraser. do you think it is wrath or a mistake or a byproduct of entropy. do you think god is plasma, where electrons are wherever you want them to be. do you think that we were supposed to find this out.β
βIf you arenβt worthy enough to pull the sword, be strong enough to lift the stone.β
βI canβt go to hell. Iβm all out of vacation days.β
βDespite everything, its still you.β
βThe more you kill, the easier it becomes to distance yourself. The more you distance yourself, the less it will hurt. The more easily you can bring yourself to hurt others.β
βMy mother says kissing a man without a mustache is like eating eggs without salt.β
βA character is a ghost, a story is what it haunts.β
βPain travels through families until someone is ready to feel it.β
βThe gods did not breathe the breath of life into us and give us gifts of a shape, a will, and a voice just so we could pay bills and dieβ
βyou gotta have friends who are older than you, not because youβre a dumb kid, but because youβll be terrified of growing up otherwise.β
βyouβve made me so hard i beg for softnessβ
βScorn is more palatable than the howling hunger for things to have been different for you.β
βBeing able to endure something does not equal an obligation to withstand it.β
βTo live is to haunt.β
βI am a chewy rubber Polly Pocket skirt and God is a four year old girl.β
βThe big picture is made up of brush strokes, fool.β
βHearts are wild creatures, thatβs why our ribs are cages.β
βthese are old bones and i am merely a passing occupantβ
βThe board is getting dusty but the boogeyman has not yet blinked. when he does, you better make that move.β
βAnd when we kill the gods neither heaven nor hell will be waiting for them because they created those to imprison us.
βWhat makes a man a warrior is his willingness to place himself between what he holds dear and anything that threatens it. This is the way.β
βThe anchor gives the ship the world to love.β
βIn a society where adventure has been destroyed, the only adventure left is to destroy that society.β
βYou pretended to be the hero of a story you never saved.β
βthis world is a banquet of knowledge and each of us has brought a dish to the table.β
βThis is the time of vengeance and no life is worth saving.β
βThe ghosts that inhabit this place are more alive than youβll ever be.β
βMay the only thing that dampens the flames of hell for you be God spitting in your face.β
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Reblog the 500,000 dollar written check from Seto Kaiba and money will come your way.
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just got out of my time capsule btw
Super! Who locked you in there?
Baba Yaga Date Night
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Oh defrosting meat, we're really in it now
watching a video on brewing Mesopotamian beer and look at this orange man (his ass cannot guard the barley)
My favourite type of movie is βperiod piece romance but fantasy-horror hijinks happen and now everyone has to adapt to the new genre or die,β ala Curse of the Black Pearl, Anastasia, The Mummy (1999)
"everybody has to adapt to the new genre" is really criminally underutilized in general
Keyboard Puffer by Liminal (2023)

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My son saw a bug on the ceiling for the first time
jesus christ. fine. ill say it. im sleepy. im sleepy, okay? do you know what being sleepy does to a person? to their spirit? i should be pitied.