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HOLY MOTHER OF GOD
THEY REFERENCED LECK MICH IM ARSCH
2018 AOTY CONFIRMED
Last week's ep made 0 sense but I loved it
@chcpxn, describing the entire Classicaloid-viewing experience
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People look down on McDonald’s employees but fail to realize that if all these folks left McDonald’s and pursued “better careers” your ass wouldn’t be able to get a McDouble with an Oreo McFlurry at 3am.
You can’t demand a service while simultaneously degrading those who provide it for you.
You can’t demand a service while simultaneously degrading those who provide it for you.
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{OK, not only the Nazi imagery in the episode is really squicky by itself, but like… @lovedreaming said it better than I could.}
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“I think everyone in the room thought so.” That was finally the Liszt he knew, sort of.
❝why am i not surprised~❞ she tossed her hair over her shoulder as she felt her past self rush back in--prouder with every motion, every sentence. ❝first japan, next the world. everyone must hear the good news--franz liszt has risen! amen! alleluia!❞
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“I’m not the guy to praise someone usually but that moment when you left the guy bald was iconic.”
❝it was? oh--it was!❞ she trilled. ❝i’m glad i’m not the only one who thinks so~❞
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Breaking news! We finally got a proper Liszt episode (with flashbacks too!) ! And the new Musik was wonderful!! <3
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“Because you look like you did recently. Did you fight someone?”
❝well, i didn’t fight someone, but if i’m to be honest with you, cho-chan…there’s been a struggle.❞
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“Oh you’re having a bad day? Did you die?”
❝well--technically, we’ve both died, so why do you ask?❞
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Liszt: When I was young and straight, I left a trail of broken hearts behind me, like a rockstar. I’m not proud of it. Chopin: You’re kind of proud of it. You work it into a lot of conversations.
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Whos the blacksmith out there moulding titty armour to every strong female character more accurately than the bra fitter at Victorias Secret
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I stood quite near to the artist: he is a slim young man, his long, dark hair hung around his pale face; he bowed to the audience and sat down to the piano. The whole of Liszt’s exterior and movements reveal one of those persons we remark for their peculiarities alone; the Divine hand has placed a mark on them which makes them observable amongst thousands. As he sat before the piano, the first impression of his personality was derived from the appearance of strong passions in his wan face, so that he seemed to me a demon who was nailed fast to the instrument whence the tones streamed forth–they came from his blood, from his thoughts; he was a demon who would liberate his soul from thraldom; he was on the rack, the blood flowed, and the nerves trembled; but as he continued to play, the demon disappeared. I saw that pale face assume a nobler and brighter expression: the divine soul shone from his eyes, from every feature; he became beauteous as spirit and enthusiasm can make their worshippers …
Author Hans Christian Anderson’s description of Franz Liszt upon seeing him in concert (via weshostakofish)
so her mun was just going to ignore LISZTLOID on her birthday while she roleplayed her past self bitching some pokémon-training wannabe over on another blog…hmph. fine then. she’d do something now that no one could ignore. NO ONE!
the baton leapt to her hand, and when the new mujik poured forth, she was barely even aware she’d conjured a new one. she picked up her feet and spun to the rhythm, her newly conjured traditional hungarian dress twirling with her as otowakan began to glow. every line of the building seemed sharper, more defined, as though they shone in colors invisible to the human eye--a tangible illusion, an unreal reality; existence itself would slip through any onlooker’s grasp, like a philosophical concept dancing just outside the reach of an intellect that struggled to understand. so beautiful, so striking, so impossible, and yet so easy. so naturally and delicately did the rondo dance through her baton and her fingers, no one would have guessed this was, oh, nothing--
JUST the hardest playable piano piece ever written. No biggie.
❦яσηɗσ fαηтαѕтιqυє "єƖ cσηтяαвαηɗιѕтα": υηƖσcкєɗ.❦
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“Happy cake day!”
❝oh my goodness, cho-chan, what a beautiful surprise~! thank you, thank you, thank you~❞
she takes the cake from him, blowing out the candles before taking a spoonful. she makes no wish--perhaps this is a sign cho-chan likes her already.
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