Twisted.

So apparently episode 15 of M3 The Dark Metal starts to expand more about the lightless realm and the mysterious girl. The MC is taken for a mental-rollercoaster ride and the mysterious girl who looks a lot like Sasame [MC love interest] turns out to be the other girl Tsugumi who’s long forgotten by Akashi [MC]. Somehow Akashi gets “hypnotised” by her -as seen from his eyes- and looks like Tsugumi has intentions for him. But what?
Meanwhile Minashi and Emmu sought out and found Akashi and then (Akashi) gets taken into another confusing moment. However, the Tsugumi and Minashi encounters once again and wasn’t fond of each other. Hidden Agendas are in play and starts to question me in time to come.
In other news, the Corpse looks like a symbian-necrometal larvae and it can “feel” other’s feelings. Just what is it anyway?
Another thing, the tree? I consider it “repellants” of the lightless realm effect. I’m gonna give it a nickname: “Pixie-shrub”

Anyways, this episode was another cliffhanger. Can’t wait to see what unfolds with the Tsugumi-Minashi conflict and the development of Akashi’s “menses”. One more thing? More pilots? Just what is that crazy prof thinking of? I’m done for now.

-Just another human-

adambogert:

imperfectwriting:

I went to the mall, and a little girl called me a terrorist. 

My name is Ela.  I am seventeen years old.  I am not Muslim, but my friend told me about her friend being discriminated against for wearing a hijab.  So I decided to see the discrimination firsthand to get a better understanding of what Muslim women go through. 

My friend and I pinned scarves around our heads, and then we went to the mall.  Normally, vendors try to get us to buy things and ask us to sample a snack.  Clerks usually ask us if we need help, tell us about sales, and smile at us.  Not today.  People, including vendors, clerks, and other shoppers, wouldn’t look at us.  They didn’t talk to us.  They acted like we didn’t exist.  They didn’t want to be caught staring at us, so they didn’t look at all. 

And then, in one store, a girl (who looked about four years old) asked her mom if my friend and I were terrorists.  She wasn’t trying to be mean or anything.  I don’t even think she could have grasped the idea of prejudice.  However, her mother’s response is one I can never forgive or forget.  The mother hushed her child, glared at me, and then took her daughter by the hand and led her out of the store. 

All that because I put a scarf on my head.  Just like that, a mother taught her little girl that being Muslim was evil.  It didn’t matter that I was a nice person.  All that mattered was that I looked different.  That little girl may grow up and teach her children the same thing. 

This experiment gave me a huge wakeup call.  It lasted for only a few hours, so I can’t even begin to imagine how much prejudice Muslim girls go through every day.  It reminded me of something that many people know but rarely remember: the women in hijabs are people, just like all those women out there who aren’t Muslim. 

People of Tumblr, please help me spread this message.  Treat Muslims, Jews, Christians, Buddhists, Hindus, Pagans, Taoists, etc., exactly the way you want to be treated, regardless of what they’re wearing or not wearing, no exceptions.  Reblog this.  Tell your friends.  I don’t know that the world will ever totally wipe out prejudice, but we can try, one blog at a time.  

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"Date someone who is interested in you. I don’t mean someone who thinks you’re cute or funny. I mean someone who wants to know every insignificant detail about you. Someone who wants to read every word you write. Someone who wants hear every note of your favourite song, and watch every scene of your favourite movie. Someone wants to find every scar upon your body, and learn where each one came from. Someone who wants to know your favourite brand of toothpaste, and which quotes resonate deep inside your bones when you hear them. There is a difference between attraction and interest. Find the person who wants to learn every aspect of who you are."
- (via carlos0028)

Which is why I couldn’t be bothered in seeking one right now coz’ I know things will not be truly ripe yet. Plus, I don’t do flingy relationships. Loyalty and devotion is all I go for. To tell you the truth, despite pushing away the yearn for someone special, I can’t even freaking avoid it. In human context, no matter how strong you are in rejecting, there will always be that pendulum waiting to hit you back in the face, throw you off in the mud and make you wake up to reality. It’s happening to me too. We all feel rushed to find that ‘someone’ only to get ditched -well not all- and end up regretting. The struggle is real for all of us. But I keep telling myself to be patient. That’s how I move on for now.

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They call us now. Before they drop the bombs. The phone rings and someone who knows my first name calls and says in perfect Arabic “This is David.” And in my stupor of sonic booms and glass shattering symphonies still smashing around in my head I think “Do I know any Davids in Gaza?” They call us now to say Run. You have 58 seconds from the end of this message. Your house is next. They think of it as some kind of war time courtesy. It doesn’t matter that there is nowhere to run to. It means nothing that the borders are closed and your papers are worthless and mark you only for a life sentence in this prison by the sea and the alleyways are narrow and there are more human lives packed one against the other more than any other place on earth Just run. We aren’t trying to kill you. It doesn’t matter that you can’t call us back to tell us the people we claim to want aren’t in your house that there’s no one here except you and your children who were cheering for Argentina sharing the last loaf of bread for this week counting candles left in case the power goes out. It doesn’t matter that you have children. You live in the wrong place and now is your chance to run to nowhere. It doesn’t matter that 58 seconds isn’t long enough to find your wedding album or your son’s favorite blanket or your daughter’s almost completed college application or your shoes or to gather everyone in the house. It doesn’t matter what you had planned. It doesn’t matter who you are Prove you’re human. Prove you stand on two legs. Run. Running Orders by Lena Khalaf Tuffaha


My heart hurts and I cringe everytime I see my brethren getting slaughtered like nothing. All I can do from here is pray that the conflict ends asap. #prayforgaza

They call us now.
Before they drop the bombs.
The phone rings
and someone who knows my first name
calls and says in perfect Arabic
“This is David.”
And in my stupor of sonic booms and glass shattering symphonies
still smashing around in my head
I think “Do I know any Davids in Gaza?”
They call us now to say
Run.
You have 58 seconds from the end of this message.
Your house is next.
They think of it as some kind of war time courtesy.
It doesn’t matter that
there is nowhere to run to.
It means nothing that the borders are closed
and your papers are worthless
and mark you only for a life sentence
in this prison by the sea
and the alleyways are narrow
and there are more human lives
packed one against the other
more than any other place on earth
Just run.
We aren’t trying to kill you.
It doesn’t matter that
you can’t call us back to tell us
the people we claim to want aren’t in your house
that there’s no one here
except you and your children
who were cheering for Argentina
sharing the last loaf of bread for this week
counting candles left in case the power goes out.
It doesn’t matter that you have children.
You live in the wrong place
and now is your chance to run
to nowhere.
It doesn’t matter
that 58 seconds isn’t long enough
to find your wedding album
or your son’s favorite blanket
or your daughter’s almost completed college application
or your shoes
or to gather everyone in the house.
It doesn’t matter what you had planned.
It doesn’t matter who you are
Prove you’re human.
Prove you stand on two legs.
Run.

Running Orders by Lena Khalaf Tuffaha

My heart hurts and I cringe everytime I see my brethren getting slaughtered like nothing. All I can do from here is pray that the conflict ends asap. #prayforgaza

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ALDNOAH.ZERO EPISODE 3 The Children’s Echelon 2/2
Just watch and listen @ 2:21 of the story. I just…. I CAN’T. I JUST CAN’T. <3

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Fell in love…

Aldnoah Zero. Nuff said, the most perfect Mecha anime ever… The Mech battles, the inferiority of technology causing IMBA between two factions, and the MUSIC!!! THE MUSIC!!! MY GOODNESS!!! HIROYUKI SAWANO!!! SUKI-DESU!!! <3

xanush:

tr-ibal:

I will keep this photo posted for 1 week.
Every time someone Reblogs this photo I will donate 10 cent to charity: water
After the money is donated I will post proof of donation.
Show you care &amp; Reblog.
always

If you don’t reblog this at least once you’re a joke.

xanush:

tr-ibal:

I will keep this photo posted for 1 week.

Every time someone Reblogs this photo I will donate 10 cent to charity: water

After the money is donated I will post proof of donation.

Show you care & Reblog.

always

If you don’t reblog this at least once you’re a joke.

(Source: charitywaterproject, via manhattan-ny)

The wait.

And so… To be replaced.
Ati Radeon
Motherboard
Screen joint
And some other small components…
Sigh~~~ gotta rely on home pc then.

Instant thoughts

If there was technology where I could instant post my thoughts to any social media via instant telepathic means, that would be great…