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Me after a long day booping my beloved mutuals.
Please reblog, I’m trying to make up a god
POV: every ace at least once in their life after missing that they were that kind of interest of their friend/acquaintance
Imagine a bee rn in a hive muttering "the beekeeper is not real because he is not intervening or helping me at all with this disastrous relationship I have with another bee". now imagine that's you talking about the good lord. now imagine a dog with a propeller hat on
NO
GIMME ADS
GIMME CRINGE FAIL OF AN AD
WEIRD AND FUN AS ALL HELL BROKE LOOSE ADS
I even follow through w some of them, cause they are too intriguing or ridiculous
I will take some "job in Dubai" ads over these new thingies any moment now
At least they fuel my ever burning existential crisis
Happy Out Of Touch Thursday
I explained how keyboard smashing in English expresses laughing really hard and she taught me the Japanese equivalent in return!!
As some of you might know, in Japanese, “w” from the word “to laugh” 笑う 「わらう」 is basically like “lol” in Japanese so when there’s a bunch of “w”’s together it looks like this wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww
and it looks like a bunch of grass so one slang word to show something is funny is 草 「くさ」 which is the word/kanji for grass so you don’t have to type out a bunch of w’s.
So the step up from 草 is 大草原 「だいそうげん」 which means prairie since there’s a lot more grass.
And if something leaves you laughing so much that you can’t hold it back you could say 大草原不可避 「だいそうげんふかひ」 which basically means “inevitable prairie”.
The “inevitable part”, 不可避 「ふかひ」 in this phrase means laughter is inevitable and you can’t help but laugh.
tchaikowsky donating his skull to the royal shakespeare company in the hopes of becoming yorick is the most dramatic ass dark academia shit ever and you can’t convince me otherwise
This man would let the intrusive thoughts win if it wasn’t for his daughter
Literally
#live footage of me not understanding what's going on with my life
My first thought after seeing The Announcement was
"Aw I will be sooooo disappointed in us all if it's not trending right now"
The simple pleasure of being on the same brain wavelength is mesmerizing
has this one been done yet
The only 48 year old man to suffer from eldest daughter syndrome
it's hard to explain because inevitably you sound like an asshole, but some people are allowed to lose their temper, lose their mind - you're not, though.
when your friend never texts you first and misses your birthday and never makes an effort; you don't mind. you know she's struggling, and you want her to get the help that she deserves. you give her every excuse and every chance.
it shouldn't matter to you so much that people are always coming through for her. you want her to be happy, you love it for her. you love that her community rises up to the occasion. why does it bother you that when she snaps at someone, says horrible mean things - but two hours later, everyone is comforting her while she's crying. you know she's stressed. why do you kind of hate that she is welcomed back to her job, that her parents are endlessly wiring her money.
and you're - fuck, are you envious?
but when you don't text back, someone sits you down and says i know you're struggling, but you're being a bad friend. when you're too numb to show up for work, your boss just shakes his head. i'm sorry. i can't approve more time off. we have the company to protect. when you finally snap back at your family for making that shitty comment again, you're forced to apologize for being too sensitive.
god forbid you need something. people aren't used to you being the one asking. you're the giver like the book you hated; your pages all open and rumpled. you always have the answer, always have the solution. you are reliable, trustworthy. people like you don't struggle with things. you're supposed to be lifted by tragedy. you are given a maximum of 24 hours to grieve, and then you need to just behave at the party.
you can't read the giving tree without feeling like crying, and even that feels like it's too much emotion. like, nobody looks at you and assumes you're the tree; they'd name five other people before even considering you in the running. you're just there, never-asking.
your friend gets to say mean shit, that's just her personality. when you make a snide comment, you're just being petty. people laugh when your friend stands you up for another event; they say she's just like that. you were 5 minutes late to a meeting with friends and they were mad about it for the rest of the evening. your friend sets everything on fire; everyone applauds her through the ashes. you so much as light a candle: and suddenly now you're an arsonist.
you don't want your friend to suffer, though. the thing is that you just wish that the empathy and kindness your friend gets - you wish you had that option, that everyone offered you grace and money and a gentle reception.
the other day you were fighting down the bad urge; the void call, the end note. you tried-anyway. you went to the family event, tried laughing at the right moments. nodded and smiled and all of it. one of your siblings threw a fit, but she's allowed to, so everyone just rolled their eyes about it. you took 3 whole minutes to stand outside when you got overwhelmed. you literally set a timer about it.
in the morning you woke up to a text from your parents: you were a complete disgrace last night. idk what your attitude problem is, but you really need to fix it.
While reading Visions of V I suddenly had a thought when reaching these panels: Why did Vergil actually cut Dante's palm like that?
I mean, if the boys have proven anything, it's that they both have one hell of a pain tolerance. They get sliced and diced and stabbed on the regular after all, and while the injury may hinder them for a second or two (or three when exhausted), they've never really seemed to care too much about pain. Hell, Dante got utterly shish-kababed in the opening of dmc3 alone, and he seemed pretty unbothered by it all.
So why the cut if it's probably not going to deter Dante too much... Not truly at least...
But then I thought about the exact location of the cut and what it meant as an actual injury.
You see where Vergil sliced Dante's hand? That's anatomically where the main ligaments to flex ones fingers are located. Except of course the flexor of the thumb.
Here's a quick pic to better illustrate.
(Source, which is at the same time also a site about these kinds of injuries).
You see what I mean? Vergil cut through the flexor tendons in the palm pretty nicely since it looks like he went deep enough to sever them.
Which means that only the extensors were left as working ligaments. Which means Dante wouldn't have been able to curl his fingers in any way, only extend them as shown above (or in this set of gifs)...
Meaning, he wouldn't have been able to grab onto anything. At all. Not even his falling brother!
...
Vergil really didn't want to leave anything up to chance, did he?
He definitely noticed that in the moment Dante could have stopped his fall, since Dante was close enough to grab Vergil's foot or coat or maybe even more. So that's why he went and made even the thought of it an utter impossibility in one swift slice.
And sure, with the twins' healing it probably only took a split second for the ligaments to mend (maybe a bit longer even with their regeneration cause that's one nasty injury), but that split second was enough.
So not only did Vergil dissuade Dante from reaching for him or following him into the underworld through pain, drawing one last line into the sand his brother wasn't allowed to cross. But he also literally made it impossible for Dante to grab onto him with the hand he had extended.
All so that he could surely fall to his doom...
...
These two just never stop, do they? ;v;
Twitter rebranding itself as X has been the funniest thing to ever happen to the trash site.
Oh yeah, she is. Know who else is inside you? Xion, Roxas, Ventus, the Beetles, the cast of Friends, a five dollar foot long and the last thiRTEEN YEARS OF MY LIFE.
ahahahahah
fear
I am apparently working on becoming a local cryptid at the store. Talents include:
Monitoring the changing of the seasons via mozzarella
Predicting the weather by picking up a piece of cheese and mysteriously saying “oh, the storm is gonna be bigger than we thought...” just before thunder
Mind reading, e.g. “Can you help me find a cheese? It’s called, uh... [starts fishing out shopping list]” “Gruyere?” “...yes O_o”