say azenz, do you ever feef like that your art isnt getting enough reblogs and just likes?
Hm, I mean, I feel like the amount of those is very dependant on what I make ? idk how to explain it but i take it as it goes i guess :O.
might not be a popular stance here but, Getting likes on a post for me is okay? like its not a bad thing to not Reblog. Though Reblogs are amazing and I really appreciate it, I hella appreciate people who take the time and like my things too.
i’ve seen posts about like people HAVE to reblog and not just like, for an artist to grow, and thats fine , i understand where the post is coming from. But Sometimes I feel like thats just way too demanding? idk. it feels like its never A MUST to reblog. But yeah, a lot of people might disagree on my point here.
Reblogs are blessings but that doesnt mean you take likes for granted, you know what i mean?
wholesome and good!! canon-evidence speaking i think it’s one of the most existing kinda ships of the show, just because of the little moments between these two/how neil usually turns to max for help or guidance as an instinct. they’re cute. it’s a cute ship.
its 3:30am and I just woke up in a cold sweat because I realized noragami’s plot is literally a joke.
hiyori’s name is one syllable away from hiyoko, the japanese word for chick, i.e. a baby chicken. she becomes a half ayakashi and is then able to see beings from both the normal world and the far shore, as well as astral project herself and travel to places of the far shore that normal humans can’t. she gains the latter ability after running across the street to push yato out of the way of oncoming traffic.
noragami’s plot is literally: why did the chicken cross the road? to get to the other side.
Dear white people. Wow. Y'all really trying it. I get that being reduced to a race-based generalization is a new and devastating experience for some of you, but here’s the difference. My jokes don’t incarcerate your youth at alarming rates, or make it unsafe for you to walk around your own neighborhoods. But yours do. […] You don’t get to show up in a halloween costume version of us and claim irony or ignorance. Not anymore.
Oh my god, in last night’s Bob’s Burgers, Bob takes Gene to a laser light rock show at the planetarium (super important to Bob, because it was his favorite when he was a teenager, and this is the last night before they’re closing the exhibit because it’s old and no one goes anymore, also it’s Bob’s birthday), and Gene has no idea what he’s in for, but he gets pumped for it anyway ‘cause Bob’s so excited about it, and finally they get in there and they’re watching it, and Gene has a sensory overload and kinda starts freaking out ‘cause he can’t handle it, so Bob takes him out and they sit in the car for a bit. Gene’s angry because Bob didn’t tell him it would be so loud and scary, so Bob offers to play the album for Gene at a normal volume, and Gene starts to enjoy it, so he reclines the seats, takes out the cigarette lighter, tells Gene to pretend it’s a laser, and starts drawing in the air, explaining the plot to him (it’s like a full on Pink Floyd or Rush-esque rock opera about a bunch of robot overlords telling rockers that they can’t play music anymore, and one Rebel rising against them). Gene gets really into it and decides he wants to see the finale of the laser show (which Bob regards as a life-changing experience), so they sneak back into the planetarium (there’s no re-entry allowed) with a few tricks that parallel the story from the album, and watch the climax of the show together (Bob fashions some earplugs for Gene out of a napkin). On the way home, Bob’s asking Gene how he liked it, and Gene says “I loved it!”, Bob asks him to speak louder ‘cause his ear’s are shot, and Gene yells, “I LOVED IT, DAD”. Bob yells back “I love you too, Gene”.
I FUCKING!!! CAN’T!!! DEAL!!!! WITH HOW GOOD THIS SHOW IS!!! I know i don’t talk about Bob’s Burgers a lot but this show is flawless and charming and gross and funny all at the same time, the characters are written like people with actual fears and anxieties, and unlike a lot of comparable shows, the comedy doesn’t come from the family being pitted against each other, it’s always the family against the world… I love it, I love it, it’s so pure and refreshing and still somehow manages to be funny without sacrificing it’s heart, and I fuckin’ love it, please watch Bob’s Burgers holy CRAP okay I’m done.