me & who?
Man. Despite being bi, I almost dread the idea of dating a guy. What I want from someone is so basic that there's something just dreadfully sad about the idea of a man only needing to walk in and do the bare minimum for me to fall all over myself. Like wow, I've done all this and yet girls won't even show up to the dates THEY asked ME on, you know? So even though I know I'd be ecstatic, it just sucks thinking about how the bar a hypothetical boy would have to clear is set at "shows up at the prearranged location".
Love yik yak sometimes
I'm at my lowest point rn
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It just seems so natural for men to kiss each other (and suck dick)
& cock !
Dude literally received death threats from Italian fascists for his research on Italian cuisine
Read this article here (no paywall):
There’s a dark side to Italy’s often ludicrous attitude towards culinary purity. In 2019, the archbishop of Bologna, Matteo Zuppi, suggested adding some pork-free “welcome tortellini” to the menu at the city’s San Petronio feast. It was intended as a gesture of inclusion, inviting Muslim citizens to participate in the celebrations of the city’s patron saint. Far-right League party leader Matteo Salvini wasn’t on board. “They’re trying to erase our history, our culture,” he said.
When Grandi intervened to clarify that, until the late 19th century, tortellini filling didn’t contain pork, the president of Bologna’s tortellini consortium (a real job title) confirmed that Grandi was right. In the oldest recipes, tortellini filling is made from poultry. “This is the reason why I do what I do,” Grandi says. “To show that what we hail as tradition isn’t, in fact, tradition.”
Today, Italian food is as much a leitmotif for rightwing politicians as beautiful young women and football were in the Berlusconi era.
hugging my elf gf
hugging my human gf
quick youmu
how do i break the cycle
prepare yourself for the absolutely insufferable lack of satisfaction found in forgiveness
this is exactly what being a girl feels like
Hello?
Her nips were frightened away
Continue to be massively underwhelmed by CSM pt.2 but this page is great because it is absolutely just how little kids talk
Literally have this exact exchange with some 5 year old in the children's section at least once or twice a month
It really is a shame because I know that the issue just comes down to the insane crunch mangaka are put under. I've read interviews where he even says that if he had the leeway to do so he'd be spending a lot more time on crazy compositions with rich details and shadows, but that even with assistants it's just not feasible to hit deadline. The impression I get is that he has more or less handed off the bulk of drawing to assistants at this point in order to focus on writing, and unfortunately it really shows.
Ultimately his stories get the vast majority of their juice from his pretty impeccable sense of page composition and character body language. The writing itself is kind of like the lyrics in metal songs. With the music they blaze into life and can cut right under your skin. Reading them without the music, though, they don't evoke a whole lot. Often kinda lame. Chainsaw Man being drawn without that attention to visual storytelling is metal lyrics with no musical accompaniment. Power's relationship to Meowy would be completely forgettable without that palpable sense of her caring about this little animal despite her saying otherwise, communicated visually. Makima standing up from being shot on the train would be zilcho without that page turn jump scare where she's just fucking LOOMING THERE after being riddled full of holes on the ground on the previous page.
It makes me sad cause like, part 2 is playing with a hand full of aces in terms of cool goddamn themes to explore with these characters, and we're just getting so little. The fact that there was so much rich stuff to get into at all speaks to how much thought Fujimoto put into this story, and to see that heart no longer be present on the page is just heartbreaking.
I don't blame him for trying to find ways to lessen the strain put on him, and I don't blame the assistants for not having that same highly developed sense of visual storytelling. At the end of the day, the industry itself is a meat grinder. And that unrelenting burden of crushing deadlines is the death of art.








