they're meant to die by each other's sword why are they in a coffee shop
If it’s Persona 5, it can be both
they're meant to die by each other's sword why are they in a coffee shop
If it’s Persona 5, it can be both
My immediate thought:
At one point in Mario & Luigi: Brothership, Bowser Jr. announces an extremely large coin reward for catching Mario and Luigi, which appears to be simply a random number to Western audiences.
However, this is actually intended to be a pun using goroawase, a type of Japanese phonetic matching, to sound like a sentence when spoken aloud. Different digits each have several ways they can be pronounced for the purposes of goroawase, but with a certain pronunciation, the number spells out "Bowser is the best".
And brother there's no place like home
I'm not allowed to play paladin with one of my playgroups anymore, because the last time I did, one of the rogues in my party decided kill a townsperson in front of me "just to see what would happen," and the moment she did I used a smite evil and killed her instantly. Everyone else (except the DM) thought it was a dick move that I basically forced her to roll an entirely new character after one night.
That's the only proper way to play a paladin.
You pick a fight, you get the smite.
"it's what my character would do" says the rogue.
"samesys!" Says the paladin, cheerfully rolling a nat 20 smite to destroy the rogue.
"everyone else except the DM thought it was a dick move" you and your DM need to get better players
I like to be a little stupid recreationally
i plan on smiling sometime soon
honestly it really annoys me that loving your friends has become associated with aromanticism as much as it is. not only does it imply that allo people shouldn't or dont love their friends as deeply as aro people, it also implies aro people must love their friends and as an aplatonic person i sometimes feel uncomfortable in the aro community because i feel like alot of aros have just. replaced romance with friendship and act as if that makes it somehow okay to imply you must have a certain type of relationship or love someone a certain way
Sometimes I think a lot about my mom's cat
My mom's cat is a common domestic shorthair we found on the side of the road as a kitten
Regular cat, not a maine coon or one of those massive breeds. His mom was smaller than a loaf of bread
But in a sort of a Clifford The Big Red Dog situation, he grew super fast, and really really big, and took a super long time to stop growing
Worried that she was overfeeding him, she eased back his portions, but he stayed a massive round baby
When he started having kidney problems, she took him to the vet.
The vet took a look at him and said, "holy fuck, what are you feeding him", checked the nutritional listings on his chow, and told her "Yeah, maybe he's reacting badly to the amount of grain in this, try a meatier diet"
So my mom wound up special-ordering this specific high-protein prescription cat food made of like. Kangaroo meat or some shit that cost like sixty bucks a bag
And, as typical act two in an episode of House, he somehow got worse on the fancy specialized stuff that was supposed to be Primo Athlete Olympic Feline Blend
Like. WAY worse. His guts were inflamed and his kidneys were shutting down and he was all sore and HE WAS STILL HUGE, just miserable and sad
So shetook him back to the vet, where they had to help him pee (he was apparently close to bursting and had some kind of blockage too) and went "Yeah no this is NOT normal and we don't know what's going on, we're gonna do some tests but in the meantime you should go back to what he was eating before, at least that wasn't actively killing him" so she did
And he still wasn't great, but he also improved
And so they take his blood and do an ultrasound and a couple g's later she gets a call back like "this is gonna sound crazy, but we want you to put him on a low-meat diet. Just the least amount of protein and iron and shit. We need you to find the grainiest, filler-iest dollar tree kibble available and give him some of that bad bad shit"
And my mother is a woman of science. So she did
And he GOT BETTER
His energy picked back up, inflammation went down, he started drinking normally again, got back to pissing like a fuckin champion
And so it turns out that out of all the random ass freeway bonus cats we possibly could have scooped out of a ditch, WE got the one-in-a-million freak of nature with a SPECIFIC genetic defect that means a paleo protein free range diet is essentially poison and he THRIVES on cheap ass garbage
Like. He medically NEEDS junk food
I dont really understand how that works, but i cant argue with results.
If we had four of him, they'd outweigh my mom. And he's FINE
Also blind, but that's unrelated
Im not using him as a symbol or a metaphor or anything. I just keep catching myself thinking about my mom's Big Fucking Cat
Yall are demanding a cat tax so here's him at 25 pounds
This does not do him justice but please know he's bigger than my auntie's hunting beagle
I feel as if studio ghibli films being reduced to their 'cozyness' would be tragic if not for the fact that it is a deliberate branding thing for them. from the ghibli museum to the revolving door of hot topic collabs, miyazaki and/or the people he puts in charge of these things are aware of how desirable the worlds within ghibli films are. even at that, how meaningful is the politics of howl's moving castle being motivated by miyazaki's outrage at the 2003 iraq invasion when you examine it alongside the actual text of the wind rises? what does the environmentalism of ponyo mean when faced with the massive amounts of waste generated by ghibli merch you can get at wal mart? i'm straying from the point here but
this was an officially licensed product that was released to promote grave of fireflies
Peer reviewed
Happy Confederate Surrender Day!
stop calling fanworks "content" the only content we have on this site is malcontent