If I touch a burning candle, I can feel no pain.
If you cut me with a knife, it's still the same.
And I know her heart is beating, and I know that I am dead;
yet the pain here that I feel, try and tell me it's not real,
and it seems that I still have a tear to shed
Sure. Even if I wake up earlier I don't fall asleep earlier also why entrance exams results take like 3 months to come out and also why the weather can't be bit warm or sunny like sir-😭
DENY.
Watching raccoon city is a waste of my money and took away 10 years of my lifespan. I'll wreck some doors and and walls if i had to watch the netflix one.
If I touch a burning candle, I can feel no pain.
If you cut me with a knife, it's still the same.
And I know her heart is beating, and I know that I am dead;
yet the pain here that I feel, try and tell me it's not real,
and it seems that I still have a tear to shed
1) a single man
2) brokeback mountain
3) la la land
4) back to the future
5) scott pilgrim vs the world OR an american werewolf in london
same question -
list of top 5 favorite movies?
x x x
If I touch a burning candle, I can feel no pain.
If you cut me with a knife, it's still the same.
And I know her heart is beating, and I know that I am dead;
yet the pain here that I feel, try and tell me it's not real,
and it seems that I still have a tear to shed
If I touch a burning candle, I can feel no pain.
If you cut me with a knife, it's still the same.
And I know her heart is beating, and I know that I am dead;
yet the pain here that I feel, try and tell me it's not real,
and it seems that I still have a tear to shed
1) you have a really cute sense of layout/theme style
it's very cute! very talented graphic designer
2) wait, i'm goated
3) @voovoov you seem like a very nice person :3
we should be friends methinks ..
1) newjeans flopped when they introduced their new concept
under their new rebrand + music isn't good + choreo is messy
only thing keeping them relevant is the drama and their old music
2) fanservice is annoying and unneeded
3) hands up by meovv is really mediocre, and it
shouldn't be as popular as it is
show your favorite panel/still from any
show / movie / manga, etc
Change the movie’s title (My Dinner with Andre) to something anime character related.
Examples:
- My Dinner with Itachi
- My Dinner with Johan
- My Dinner with Major
- My Dinner with Makishima
- My Dinner with Izaya
- My Dinner with Mukuro
- My Dinner with L
i watched it a couple hours ago, visually it's really good but i am kinda lost in terms of the story lol it throws a lot of lore to the viewer immediately, it'll likely make sense later in the show
The wind howled outside the abandoned manor, carrying the scent of pine and the ghost of snowfall.
Kurumi stood at the broken window, staring into the dark woods. Her fingers were stained with ink and longing, trembling slightly as she clutched the letter she could never send.
Snowblood had vanished into the hills weeks ago—silent as her name, cold as her blade. But Kurumi could still feel her presence like a frost that never melted from her chest.
They had met one night by accident, when Kurumi’s carriage broke down and Snowblood appeared like a myth in the moonlight—scarlet coat, hair soaked in sleet, and eyes that saw everything. She never smiled. But she stayed.
One night became two. Two became weeks. Kurumi taught her how to paint. Snowblood taught her how to use a knife.
They danced once, clumsily, in the drawing room—barefoot on creaking floorboards, a half-broken phonograph playing something that didn’t match their mood. But it didn’t matter. Snowblood’s hand on her waist was enough.
Kurumi had never known silence could be so full.
But Snowblood had to leave. “I bring danger with me,” she said, barely above a whisper. “And you… are the only warmth I’ve known.”
She vanished the next morning.
Now, the manor sat empty but for memories and wind.
Until tonight.
Kurumi turned as the door creaked open. Snowblood stood there, wet from the snow, her eyes rimmed with guilt and yearning.
“I came back,” she said, voice cracking.
Kurumi didn’t speak. Just crossed the room, touched her cheek, and kissed her.
Viraat_pirate, a legend in the digital seas, had carved out a reputation as a cunning strategist and an unpredictable force. His online persona, cloaked in mystery and a penchant for audacious plays, was known across every server, every forum. He was a whisper, a rumor, a ghost in the machine, and his exploits were the stuff of forum legends.
Then there was KIOSHI_17. Where Viraat was chaos, KIOSHI was order. He was a meticulous planner, a patient hunter, known for his methodical dismantling of opponents. His online presence was a testament to his precision – every move calculated, every victory earned through sheer, unadulterated skill and foresight. He was less a pirate and more a grandmaster of the game, a digital architect.
Their paths, it seemed, were destined to collide. The stage was the "Nexus," a newly launched online arena with a global ranking system that promised glory and, more importantly, exclusive in-game assets. Both Viraat and KIOSHI saw it as the ultimate proving ground.
Their first encounter was in a team skirmish, a furious blur of pixels and skill. Viraat, true to form, was everywhere at once, disrupting enemy lines, sowing discord. KIOSHI, however, was the anchor, his team moving with a frightening cohesion, a testament to his tactical genius. They weren't directly opposed in that match, but each recognized the other's unique signature. A grudging respect, unspoken, began to simmer.
The true clash came in the solo elimination tournament, the Nexus’s grand finale. The bracket narrowed, and inevitably, it was just Viraat and KIOSHI left. The digital coliseum held its breath.
Viraat opened with his characteristic aggressive surge, aiming to overwhelm KIOSHI with a flurry of unexpected moves. He feinted, he dodged, he unleashed a barrage of skills that would have crippled any other player. But KIOSHI, anticipating the storm, weathered it with an almost supernatural calm. His defenses held, his counter-attacks precise, each one chipping away at Viraat’s offensive.
The battle raged for what felt like hours. Viraat shifted tactics, trying to lure KIOSHI into traps, to exploit any moment of hesitation. KIOSHI, however, was like water, flowing around Viraat’s every attempt, adapting, responding, never committing to a risky move unless it was perfectly calculated.
It was a stalemate of wills, a dance between two contrasting philosophies. Viraat, the maverick, fueled by intuition and daring. KIOSHI, the artisan, powered by logic and foresight.
Finally, in a desperate gamble, Viraat committed to an all-in attack, a move so audacious it bordered on madness. He pushed through KIOSHI's defenses, aiming for a quick, decisive blow. For a moment, it seemed like he had found an opening, a sliver of vulnerability.
But KIOSHI was ready. He had anticipated this final, desperate act. With a lightning-fast counter, a move so elegant and precise it felt like a surgical strike, he parried Viraat's assault and delivered the final blow.
The "VICTORY" banner flashed across KIOSHI_17’s screen.
A strange silence hung in the air. Viraat, for the first time in memory, felt a twinge of something akin to admiration. He typed a single message into the public chat, a message seen by thousands:
"gg KIOSHI_17. Well played."
KIOSHI, usually stoic, responded with a simple: "gg Viraat_pirate. A worthy opponent."
The rivalry had ended, not with animosity, but with a newfound respect. The digital seas were vast, and while KIOSHI_17 had claimed the Nexus, Viraat_pirate would continue his unpredictable voyages. But both knew, deep down, that they had met their match, and in that encounter, they had both become something more. The legend of Viraat_pirate and KIOSHI_17 would be whispered for a long time, a testament to the clash of two titans and the unexpected camaraderie found in the heart of digital combat.