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[project-sekai-facts]

According to an interview with STREAM, Minori Suzuki has been a fan of Vocaloid and Utaite since she was in elementary school, through the song Melt. She also mentions being a fan of DECO*27 since he started posting GUMI songs in 2010. Additionally, she talked about playing the original Project DIVA game on PlayStation Portable, and reckons that had Project SEKAI existed at the time, she would have been a 25-ji, Nightcord de. fan.

[blewsee]

they make me so sick in the head it’s actually unreal

[piraticaltimes]

It could mean nothing

[osteochondraldefect]

haza fia

[eldritch-ace]

Have as wonderful a Trans Day of Visibility as you can, and enjoy whatever springtime looks like for you

🩵🩷🤍🩷🩵

[yaybatman]

This image from a Hush 2 article…

I’m not crazy right? This looks insane?

[levanlanse]

♪ It's time for Fish Fact Friday ♪

This week's fish is the red-lipped batfish! Unlike most other fish, red-lipped batfish are poor swimmers, and usually "walk" along the seafloor using their modified fins.

These fish are actually a type of anglerfish - they can extend a bioluminescent lure from under their horn to attract prey, which they then suck up whole!

Their most distinctive feature, however, are their bright red lips! This is thought to help them recognise potential mates, though more research is needed to figure out their purpose.

[sincerelymarner]

“It’s always been me versus Quinn, making each other better. Over the years, it’s been unbelievable.”

"I was 4 and he was 6 and I was chasing him around and wanting to do whatever he did," Jack said "I always wanted to be able to compete with Quinn and play with him but didn't want to slow him down. He kind of pushed me, gave me that work ethic to work with him because he's such a hard worker himself. Catching up with Quinn was always the thing I wanted to do as the younger brother."

credits: sportnet / sportsnet / sportsnet / sportsnet / nhl / espn / the athletic / espn / sportsnet / the athletic / nhl

[gummi-ships]

Kingdom Hearts Dream Drop Distance - Braig / Xigbar

[lesbianlanarcher]

thinking about (one of) his esquire articles...

[nibeul]

Israel has released a list of names of Israeli settlers who died on October 7, and interestingly, at least half of them are IDF soldiers or police force

It should also be noted that a lot of these were caused by the IDF according to civilian interviews

[id: it’s two screenshots. The first is of a tweet from Israel which reads: “These are the names of the 1,400+ victims brutally murdered by Hamas terrorists one month ago today. Some of the victims have still not been identified. Remember their names. #Oct7Massacre.” Followed by a low quality and inconveniently formatted image of names. The second screenshot is a quote tweet to that from Twitter user @/meowsandry reading: “Guys I’m literally crying all of the names are just IDF soldiers just zoom in and look it’s all sergeants and majors 😭😭😭😭” followed by the same image but with certain names highlighted. /end id]

[styllwaters]

Attack for raygun on artfight!

[arsenicemeraldgemerald]

Seems like Vessel finally caught up to the flamingo who was setting fires in arcadia if the feathers are anything to go by.

[predoom]

saddest tiniest babiest

[oacest]

The bollocks, mate. No doubt about it. That's Oasis. All these new bands don't do anything for me. Give me Noel'n'Liam any day of the week!" It's 8pm on a drizzly Monday evening in the concrete crater that is Watford High Street, and deep in the throng of the Artichoke pub, a mere two minutes' swagger from tonight's gig at the Colosseum, Lee, 22, is pumping change into the jukebox and holding forth on what he considers to be Oasis' appeal in 2002. Judging by his tousled Liam-esque locks and the non-stop stream of Burnage-rock that follows ('Slide Away', 'Morning Glory', 'Champagne Supernova'), his commitment to their cause is unwavering. "The last time I saw 'em was the Saturday at Wembley," he enthuses, wide-eyed, before sauntering off to continue his pre-show drinking ritual. "And that was mental!" Fact is, that glorious, chaotic second night at Wembley in July 2000 was pretty much the last time anybody clapped eyes on Oasis in the UK, if you discount the handful of 'club' shows which served as part of their spurious ten-year 'Noise And Confusion' celebrations last October. That night, with Noel's dream of playing the perfect Wembley show in tatters and proceedings rounded off by Liam asking the entire 70,000 strong crowd outside for a rumble, you got the feeling that Oasis' primal appeal simply wasn't built to exist in a new century rapidly getting crowded out with neurotic balladeers intent on sharing their bi-millennial blues.

To Watford then, 18 months on. Gazza, so word has it, has organised for half the Everton squad to be present tonight, while Frank Skinner, (ahem) Nick Heyward and Chris Moyles jostle for position in a balcony already creaking from the presence of girlfriends Nicole Appleton and Sara MacDonald, mother Peggy and brother Paul Gallagher. The static of expectation is palpable. Having exhibited two new songs, 'The Hindu Times' and Gem's 'Hung In A Bad Place' at the October shows, expectation is rife that large chunks of the new album - reputedly entitled, arm, 'Heathen Chemistry' - will be on parade. The lights go down, the roar wells up and the demented hoodoo of'Fuckin' In The Bushes' extracts the band from the wings. Liam, disguised as a bedraggled snow commando in a vast white parka, assumes a sergeant-majorly position at the lip of the stage. Through a brain-crunching opening salvo of 'Go Let It Out', 'Columbia', 'Morning Glory' and 'Acquiesce', he remains motionless, occasionally loping over to whichever corner of the crowd is hollering the incessant 'Lee-am! Lee-am!' mantra the loudest.

Then, while they await his verdict on their efforts (a curt nod, at best), he returns to his original position and shuffles from foot to toot, a feral middleweight eager to settle old scores. For a man who does little but stand still he has an inexplicable capacity to move people. "This is a new one," he finally announces to a huge roar. "You just can't wait, can ya?" The drums roll. It sounds a bit like 'Supersonic'. Then Liam, clearly confused, starts singing. Shit. It is Supersonic'. 'The Hindu Times' materialises two songs later, when a swirling raga-rock signature starts up. If God, on a particularly slow day, ordered his minions to construct a rock'n'roll anthem perfectly pitched between the idiot-rumble of Kiss, the unholy Eastern-splurge of Led Zeppelin and the righteous fury of Oasis, then this would surely be the end result.

Liam then launches into a vocal which sounds for all the world like: "I get so high/I just can't beat if" before a chorus of, gulp, "God gave me a soul/You know I'll rock'n'roll!". You could make it up, but it wouldn't be as good. If this truly was the planned single scrapped by an ultra-self-ritical Noel last year, then what he would have done at the mastering of 'Who Feels Love?' in his current mood is anybody's guess. From there on in, Watford is theirs. 'Gas Panic!' gets elasticated with a strung-out 'Cold Turkey-esque coda, while the new 'Hung In A Bad Place' gets roared home thanks to a striking similarity to The Stooges' 'No Fun'. As for 'Live Forever' and 'Slide Away', well, Liam could have played them on the spoons and they would still have worked.

Noel takes the opportunity to address his adoring public. "What the fuck are we doing in Watford?" he growls. "Does it only ever get interesting here when Man City show up?" As Mancunian love poetry goes, it's as close to a proposal of marriage Watford is ever likely to get, and the Colosseum roars back its acceptance.

Liam lopes off absent-mindedly for 'She's Electric' and, on returning, the band knock out'Champagne Supernova', 'Rock'N'Roll Star', 'Don't Look Back In Anger' and 'I Am The Walrus', crowd pleasers despite themselves. The musical super-tanker that is Oasis is back in the water, then, but tonight, with Liam so subdued, it still feels a little like someone's left it on auto-pilot. Sleep, halfway through a two-day Oasis binge, is fitful. Visions of a Rock Idol final where a drunken Liam is disqualified and Simon Cowell is shaking hands with a victorious Chris Martin mouthing the words 'Hello, Mum!' to camera fill the mind. In a cold sweat, NME heads down to the Royal Albert Hall in London to discover Planet Oasis has just had an upgrade. The stage makes last night's look like a ripple in the carpet. Commissioners in charcoal slacks serve Cristal Champagne and pate de foie gras to private box-dwelling swells. Bullet-headed city types squeeze into pristine cubicles and take linedancing to unforeseen levels. A troupe of Italian Liam-a-likes in shades trails past, solitary Nicole-ette in tow. "Where iz zee bar?" they intone, as threateningly as their broken English allows.

Oasis emerge in fighting mood. Gone is the half-cocked shuffle of 24 hours ago. "This is gonna be proper!" Liam drawls, snow-gear traded for a three-quarter length leather coat. Tonight, physical movement ceases to be a problem. He prowls. He leers. He even saunters over to a beaming Noel occasionally (the two studiously ignored each other the previous night) to share his thoughts on, one presumes, world issues. The blanket bombing comes in the same formation as last night, except with added zeal. 'Morning Glory' and 'Supersonic' receive summary dismissals, while 'The Hindu Times', improves with every play. When they get to 'Hung In A Bad Place', a fan attempts to engage Noel in conversation about their new material. "Look, I'd love to talk, but I'm fookin' busy here!" he announces, as the pop-art thrash descends.

The encore of 'Don't Look Back In Anger' is temporarily delayed as Paul Weller is unglued from the bar, while a final 'I Am The Walrus' has Liam, now modelling a red towel draped over his shoulders, back in bullfighter mode, ready to take the world on again, just like at Wembley all those months ago. Sigh. We've missed 'em. Radiohead may be cleverer. Travis may have sweeter melodies. Christ, as it is, Coldplay may, in the long run, outsell them. No matter. Tonight Oasis are back with us and all is well in the world. On this form, still, no-one can touch 'em and their heathen chemistry. Lee from Watford would surely approve. The bollocks, mate. No doubt about it.

-NME, 16 Feb 2002

[dannymigimart]

stumbled across this image (a jekyll being tormented by a bunch of hydes from some theatre show i can’t manage to get my grubby hands on) and was inspired