Harry Potter: Uncensored, Uncut and Unrated.
F*CK THEY LIKE WATER NOW!?!?!!!?!??!?!?!
That’s A HUGE F*cking Catfish.
Is That A Tiger Shark?
If That Bastard Grows Wings We Are F*cked.
Desmond’s Journey - “Doubts”
Incredible. This must be the core of the Animus. No simulations, no environments. I can’t even feel my own body! Everything’s just…raw data. So am I still me…or am I some kind of computer program?
Home. I was born here. The Farm. Yeah. They called it the Farm. My parents, two dozen couples, some kids. A community. Hidden away.
Small houses in the black hills. Right. Clear skies. Wood smoke, wind, and the stink of gasoline. Generators running day and night. I remember. We lived simply, almost like nomads. So far from everything. Ready to pack up and go at the drop of a hat. If we were discovered. If THEY found us.
The Farm. It wasn’t much of one was it? Not a proper farm. We grew some food. I don’t remember any animals though. Maybe a few dogs.
The Assassins. I was born into it. I didn’t choose. It was like…a birthright. You are an Assassin, they told me. What did that even mean? Ever since I was young. They never stopped saying it. You are an Assassin. You are an Assassin. And this is our Creed…
‘Nothing is true.’
What did that mean? A world without purpose?
‘Everything is permitted.’
Everything is permitted?
‘They’re looking for us. And they will not stop until every one of us is dead.’
Yeah, I believed for a while, but I never understood. That’s the trouble when you’re born into something. Belief without understanding. Everyone was so serious. Scared too. All that talk of Assassins and Templars, the end of the world…
‘Live by the Creed Desmond, empower yourself.’
Every man has his limit I guess. I can’t remember when I stopped believing. When I stopped caring…
God, it sounded all so stupid. I couldn’t hear the word Templar without laughing. And Assassin, forget it.
An ancient war, they said. An endless struggle. But I never cared. Who knew it was possible to bore a kid with war stories?
I guess I was…lonely. Alone in a crowd. If I could have told them that, maybe they would have listened.
If only I could go back, if I could tell them I’m sorry…
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700th post!
1. From Sachs to Kristof to Invisible Children to TED, the fastest growth industry in the US is the White Savior Industrial Complex.
2. The white savior supports brutal policies in the morning, founds charities in the afternoon, and receives awards in the evening.
3. The banality of evil transmutes into the banality of sentimentality. The world is nothing but a problem to be solved by enthusiasm.
4. This world exists simply to satisfy the needs—including, importantly, the sentimental needs—of white people and Oprah.
5. The White Savior Industrial Complex is not about justice. It is about having a big emotional experience that validates privilege.
6. Feverish worry over that awful African warlord. But close to 1.5 million Iraqis died from an American war of choice. Worry about that.
7. I deeply respect American sentimentality, the way one respects a wounded hippo. You must keep an eye on it, for you know it is deadly.
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AWWWW YEAH
I wonder who would win?
Ha, yeah. This isn’t a problem for me. (;
Such an in depth picture. :)
One day, Stormy.
One day.
Yup, get hip to it. Need these in my life.
That first one gets me off fastest EVERY TIME. EVERY. TIME. It’s like a damn pinball machine. ALL OF THE LIGHTS.
First one and second to last. Great, now I’m thinking about sexy things. Fuck my life.
For future reference.
Can I get these in a 3X please?
