soul man live

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An Idol. A Rapper. A Producer.
An Artist. A Genius. An Inspiration.

For giving us songs that are the musical equivalent of a warm hug… Thank you, Min Yoongi-ssi.

So apparently people have been complaining about the actresses’ accents in Star Trek Discovery and like, I don’t remember anyone complaining when Anton Yelchin (god rest his soul) - a man who’s lived most of his life in US and had no accent in his English - had to pretend he had a Russian accent during the course of 3 fucking movies. It’s ok as long as the person with the accent is a white man I guess.

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Bakumatsu Rock characters and their rockin’ seiyuu ^-^

My top 25 Favorite Anime~

1. Zero no Tsukaima 💕 💜 ✨ 💫 💘 💝 💟 😘 💞 💓 💗 💌

2. Akagami no Shirayukihime

3. Attack on Titan

4. Sword Art Online

5. Gekkan Shōjo Nozaki-kun

6. To Love-Ru series

7. Toradora!

8. Ouran High School Host Club

9. Monster Musume

10. Himouto! Umaru-chan

11. Haikyū!!

12. Love Live!

13. Nisekoi

14. One-Punch Man

15. Puella Magi Madoka Magica

16. Tokyo Ghoul

17. Rakudai Kishi no Kyabarurii

18. Soul Eater

19. High School DxD

20. Mirai Nikki

21. No Game No Life

22. Oreimo 

23. Chobits

24. Tonari no Kaibutsu-kun

25. THE iDOLM@STER

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Ladies and Gentlemen… brace yourself!!!

Rana Daggubati’s new look for 1945 (Madai Thirandhu)

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jack white presents straight from his soul.. ..third man pressing!!! long live🎶

anyone else who went to a religious school sometimes get prayers stuck in ur head… fucking hail mary in all its english forms… our father who art in DICK hallowed be thy FUCK

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my muse is dead. tell me how yours is dealing with it meme

Ah, as it stood, nothing was eternal in this world. Nobles lived for centuries and millenniums, withstanding the passage of time until the world was cruel or merciful enough to release them from the shackles of reality.

Messad was at her wielder’s side for far longer than the previous family leaders. Perhaps it was because he had forgone the choice of entering eternal sleep with the Lord, but she was granted five hundred more years with him — and how blissful those years were indeed! She was his friend, mother, sister, daughter — soul weapons were connected to their wielders, but Messad believed she was one of the only soul weapons who got along with Gradeus like she had done. 

Sharing in the slaughter of humans, relishing the freedom that being restricted to an island took away; indeed, though she still held the values of the old family leaders within her, the longer she spent in Gradeus’ company, the more she was able to drown out their voices. Indeed, though wisdom was granted by the old minds, her only role was to support her wielder. That was every soul weapon’s calling.

And so five centuries passed and they were returning home. Gradeus had graciously summoned her to play; ah! How tragic it was for that dear Kertia boy to die a lonely death! And those Knights — they had not gotten stronger at all. Child’s play, if you asked her.

Now Dark Spear, there was an old friend. And they met as enemies yet took glee in throwing blows at each other, almost like old times. Frankenstein hadn’t changed a bit, his arrogance preceded his words, but Messad’s wielder would surely win!

But the pain came quickly, a suffocating blow that even she felt from her wielder’s heart. She was dropped onto the floor, away from the grasp of her beloved wielder, as he screamed out in agony from Dark Spear’s greedy cruelty.

Why had he let her go? They were supposed to live together, fight together, and die together. Messad had no problem in entering eternal sleep; she had done so many times as a family leader. Yet she stood there, frozen as Dark Spear slowly enveloped Gradeus…

… And it was too late, once she realized what was happening, as she shifted from the form of her axe to the form of a noble.

There was nothing left.

“Leader…” A hopeless echo. She did not feel his will, did not feel any power that could keep her in this world. He had let her go on purpose, but why? This was not how it was supposed to be.

She stared blankly at her feet, already beginning to dissipate in red light. She did not know if she was angry, if she was sad, if she was heartbroken… no, she was all of these feelings combined. Her friend, her son, her brother, her father — he abandoned her.

He left her behind and there was not even a place where she could meet him again.