#Outlandish
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dreaminginthedeepsouth · 2 months ago
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Guess which two leaves are the only ones to grow since this I put this plant here
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“The most outlandish people can be the stimulus for love … A most mediocre person can be the object of a love which is wild, extravagant, and beautiful as the poison lilies of the swamp. A good man may be the stimulus for a love both violent and debased, or a jabbering madman may bring about in the soul of someone a tender and simple idyll.“ 
- Carson McCullers
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glaufxgarland · 7 days ago
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Hybris, Music 270, Glaufx Garland Outlandish Electronic Music 1980-2025 Volume 26
The concept of Hubris in the universe. Remember that there is no death in the universe, because everything is part of life and maintains the youth of the universe. Many of us continue to believe in the ancient powers/gods to this day, uninfluenced by modern misconceptions. It has always been known that the thoughts of many affect the earth and the universe. The cosmic powers/gods/minds, invisible to mortals, judge everyone and give them what they deserve sooner or later. Hubris or Hubris was a basic concept in the worldview (cosmic - universal) of the ancient Greeks. When someone, overestimating their abilities and power (physical, but mainly political, military and economic), behaved in a violent, arrogant and insulting manner towards others, the laws of the state and especially towards the unwritte - which imposed limits on human action -, he/she was considered to be committing "hyvrin/hubris", that is, exhibiting behavior in which he attempted to transcend his mortal nature and become like the gods, resulting in their insult and anger. By expressing the perception of hubris and its consequences, as at least presented in its most ancient form, with the pattern Hubris → Atis → Nemesis → Tisis (Trial), we can say that the ancients believed that a "Hybris" usually caused the intervention of the gods, and mainly Zeus, who sent the insulter "Atis", that is, the clouding, the blindness of the mind. This in turn led the insulter to new insults, until he committed a very great folly, fell into a very serious error, which caused "Nemesis", the wrath and revenge of the gods, which brought about "Tisis", that is, his punishment and crushing/destruction. From the classical era onwards, in many cases the concepts of Ati, Diki (Trial) and Nemesis seem to acquire in people's consciousness an equivalent meaning, that of divine punishment. This means that all the deceivers and torturers of people on earth will one day be severely punished.
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wtf-tfw · 1 month ago
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competitive loop hearing aids time loop warp let's do it again i want to hear it again and again and again splatter poom youtube poop chain poon stain al roker thanksgiving turkey gobble yaddle paddle yabba dabba doo bowling big lebowski wykowski wazowski very interesting very believable slime lady milf swewater beach blanket bingo milk blanket boner stoner left her aloner this is my last resort suffocation no pieces no reese pieces who the hell is reese cups is this what deaner was talking about papa's freezeria pure madness in my head in my head in my head zombie cranberry stardew valley fall time harvest is here harvestfest sims four schizophrenia palette cleanse march hare madness amy march free poem word association bingo twister titty twister nipple purple nurples chowder this is the moon we have society here that is a spoiler spoiler diary that makes me think about river and she knows about spooileres little blue book little pink book is that it its about diaries and patrick and spongebob and yellow pink i used to think that his underwear was yellow because he peed himself oh yeah it was ultimate girl fatima jones martha jones bad day on the moon they exploded i can't believe my face fell off my uncle albert hands across the water the water rose the alan the beaver truth is here he will save us all alan the beaver solve our pollution problem from yv the wolf in the nebraska wetlands of course this is the pixelated chicken of our duty our minecraft our minecraft our superhero movie i can't believe i tried to watch the workprint copy proof of concept proof of luchador so many jack blacks jablinski ice cream so many flowing drawfee thoughts and josh peck not invited to the wedding weed flowers are so pretty take me for granted getel betty hamster milk can you milk a woodchuck hundreds of beavers wood do you believe in life after love i can feel some amethyst inside me zombie apocalypse pornography is not a crime and punishment punishment and crime itchy itchy fleas and there was an ant on my head doctor seuss do you please democracy is a joke we're losing our democracy oh god free the ghost why is it always a ghost in my head when i first look down and my fingers they do pound the keys beneath my hands my moose moose moose get it loose hydrangea foxglove narrative foils poison
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ratsinmamouf · 10 months ago
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jenster21 · 2 years ago
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FINALLY watched Nimona and it was a DELIGHT and I CRIED
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emma-is-swaggy-and-epic · 2 years ago
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A character i made a few years ago as a creative excerise to see if i can make the most complicated, outlandish and detailed design i could.
They're kind of an icon tbh
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psykopaths · 1 year ago
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There ain't no way some ppl be have these OUTLANDISH ASS headcanons with KIDS 💀
like it's called a HEADcanon 4 a reason no one asked 4 that bullshit😭
Whoever have you your confidence needs it to be ripped away from you cuz what...😨
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riaraspberry · 2 years ago
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More drip themed clothes. This time I made sure not to do dresses. Although that red and orange one looks more like fire than slime.
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kamalkafir-blog · 3 days ago
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Trump Amplifies Outlandish Robot Biden Conspiracy Theory
[News] President Trump reposted another user’s false claim that the former president had been “executed” in 2020 and replaced by a robotic clone. [English News] Source link
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foxiapp · 13 days ago
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Trump relishes making outlandish remarks, but they often don't go very far
WASHINGTON (AP) — It may start as a casual aside, a wee-hours social post or a much-hyped announcement. Whatever the delivery mechanism, President Donald Trump loves to toss out startling ideas aimed at dropping jaws, commandeering headlines and bolstering his political brand. Never in modern times has a president offered so many off-the-cuff statements with such a potential for wide, even…
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glaufxgarland · 17 days ago
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Outlandish, Electronic Music 1980-2025 Volume 26 by Glaufx Garland
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darthquarkky · 2 months ago
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The Birth of Sleipnir: A Norse Myth
Album Summary: This album visually narrates the outlandish Norse myth of how Odin's eight-legged steed, Sleipnir, came to be. To delay a giant demanding the sun, moon, and the goddess Freya as payment for building Asgard's walls, the trickster god Loki shapeshifts into a seductive mare. He then lures away the giant's magical stallion, Svaðilfari, resulting in an unexpected and bizarre pregnancy for Loki, who eventually gives birth to the extraordinary eight-legged horse, Sleipnir.
The Allfather, Odin, sat on his high seat, Hlidskjalf, and watched the work. Watched the giant, whose name was… well, names shift and slide, don't they? Like shadows in a fire. Let's call him Builder. Watched Builder raise walls of stone, higher than any seen in Midgard, thicker than the frost of Niflheim.
"Too fast," muttered Odin, the words like the rustle of autumn leaves. "He works too fast."
Loki, ever the whisper in the shadows, the grin in the corner of your eye, leaned against a pillar of half-finished rock. "A wager, then?" he purred, voice like silk and frost. "The usual payment – sun, moon, Freya? A heavy price for stones."
Odin inclined his head, a raven on his shoulder cocking its own. "A heavy price for haste. Can you… slow him down, Loki?"
Loki's smile was a sliver of moonlight on a frozen lake. "Oh, I can slow him down. In ways you wouldn't credit."
See, Loki was always the odd one out in Asgard. Not quite Aesir, not quite Jotun, but something in-between. A story half-told, a song with a missing verse. And he loved stories, loved to twist them, to watch them writhe and change.
The Builder had a horse. Svaðilfari. A stallion of night and thunder, who hauled stones like they were pebbles. Without Svaðilfari, the walls would rise at a mortal pace. So, Loki watched the stallion, and an idea bloomed in his mind, like a strange, dark flower.
He became a mare.
Not just any mare, mind you. A silver whisper of a mare, with a mane like falling starlight, and eyes that promised… well, different things to different beings. He appeared before Svaðilfari under a sky bruised with twilight.
The stallion saw him, and the world became… simpler. Walls, stones, giants, gods – all faded. There was only the mare, and the wild, hot call of instinct. He broke his harness, he forgot his work. He chased that silver phantom across the plains of Asgard.
The Builder raged, of course. Accused the gods of cheating, of breaking the deal. But the gods just watched, and Odin watched most of all, a strange gleam in his one good eye.
Days turned into nights, and the walls remained unfinished. And Loki… Loki was gone.
Then he returned.
Not laughing, not jesting, but… changed. Quiet. And with him, a foal.
Not just any foal. A grey, gangly thing, with eight legs. Eight legs that moved like the wind, like a storm made flesh.
"Sleipnir," Loki said, his voice rough, a broken melody. "Born of… necessity."
Odin took the eight-legged horse. Named him his own. And Sleipnir became the fastest steed in all the worlds, carrying the Allfather between realms, a symbol of power and strangeness.
As for Loki? He was Loki. The trickster, the shape-shifter, the father of monsters… and the mother of a legend. He went back to his old self, eventually. The grin returned, the whispers started up again. But sometimes, in the quiet of Asgard, you could almost hear the echo of hoofbeats, the memory of a silver mare, and the ghost of a story that was never quite spoken aloud. A story of a debt paid in the strangest coin imaginable.
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primepaginequotidiani · 4 months ago
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PRIMA PAGINA The Jerusalem Post di Oggi venerdì, 07 febbraio 2025
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defilededandies · 5 months ago
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MATTEO MARTARI
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