Okay, but what if neither Zim nor Dib win and they just keep fighting with each other for years and years, until Dib’s literally an old fart who still phones Gaz about it, but she doesn’t care and just wants to eat her pizza in peace.
Graves: We are not moving to Chicago for like a million reasons Credence: But Percy, pizza. Graves: There’s pizza in New York Credence: Right. Thanks, Percy, you’re so good at reminding me where pizza is
(Parks and Recreation; season 6, episode 21: Moving Up)
Idk have you ever just paused to wonder why people like you? Why people follow and send you nice messages? How out of the billions of people on Earth, someone really thinks your cool. Whether it’s an internet friend or someone in real life, someone out there knows your name. Someone out there knows what kind of topping you like on your pizza. Someone out there will order the exact opposite pizza of what you like just to see your reaction. Someone out there knows and cares for you, whether you know it or not. I like thinking about it.
If I’m right, AND I DON’T REALLY WANT TO BE RIGHT, their final
moment together doesn’t even get to be a private one, but one only fringing on
the true affection between them. But the FLOATY BUBBLES SAY IT ALL, OK.
YOU CAN MEASURE FEELINGS IN FLOATY BUBBLES ALONE, AND LOOK
HOW MANY THERE ARE.
The third panel is the most striking of them all, because
I’m so sure that it’s their final touch. It’s an unusual angle with an unusual
focus, and I think it’s emphasising that the end of this last gesture between
them is their final goodbye. As he drops her hair for the last time, they will
never see each other again. I just don’t know which one of them it is that’s
about to die.
Hopefully not both but
YOU KNOW HOW CLAMP IS. YOU JUST NEVER KNOW.
And then Kuropapa’s off to face his fate.
AND BLESS KUROGANE’S LITTLE HEART, HE WANTS TO GO TOO.
BECAUSE HE FEELS ALL THE SAME FINALITY THAT HIS PARENTS DO BUT FROM WITHIN HIS EXTRA
SPHERE OF POWERLESSNESS THAT SCARES AND FRUSTRATES HIM BEYOND WHAT HE KNOWS WHAT TO DO WITH.
SO HE WANTS TO HELP. HE WANTS TO DO ALL HE CAN TO TRY AND
STOP ANYTHING BAD FROM HAPPENING.
BUT THERE IS NO WAY HE WILL BE ENOUGH.
No-one would ever be enough.
It kills me how even in this, Kuropapa does it in the nicest way possible.
He recognises the feelings Kurogane is having and affirms them. He acknowledges that Kurogane IS, in fact, strong, instead of taking the other possible route and insisting that he’s not strong enough. Because here, too, he knows that this might just be the last moment he gets, and he uses it as a moment of love and encouragement
AND THAT LITTLE HEAD TOUCH. GET OUT OF HERE.
There is no way this is anything but the last thing Kuropapa
ever gets to say to him. There is NO WAY.
LOOK AT THE ART OK. THE NINJAS ARE ALL FADING AS THEY TURN AWAY AND
WALK INTO THE DISTANCE.
THIS IS IT. THEY’RE ALL GONNA DIE.
It’s so clear just how much these final words chained
themselves around Kurogane’s heart and never left him. Even during his darkest days in the future, his obsession with strength always stemmed from this, and it’s so easy to guess
that his bitterness and focus on revenge could have stemmed from an inverted
version of this final statement that Kuropapa gives him.
Kurogane, at his worst, sought strength to
make up for the family he didn’t couldn’t save in this moment.
Kurogane, as he grows to a
better and healthier version of himself, realises that he has more family to
protect, and also that he himself might
also be worth protecting.
But even just here, in this one moment, Kurogane’s father’s
words work on so many levels. Kuropapa does what he does to protect Kurogane,
his wife, and the entire clan – even when the odds are very heavily implying that he won’t be enough. Kuromama
too does what she does to protect them all. Her health is failing her, steadily
slipping away, and yet she insisted on the final blessing to save her husband,
because her strength too is all focussed around saving the ones she loves – her
husband AND her entire clan, and everyone else in the country that relies on
And that’s what will hit Kurogane so hard later. Not only
because losing his family in a horrible and violent manner is one of the worst
things that could ever happen, but also because in his eyes he failed in the same basic tenant that holds his family together. He
wants to go with his father to help protect Suwa, but he can’t. He’s meant to
stay behind and help protect his mother, but he doesn’t manage that either. His
strength, while recognised fondly by his father, is not enough – was never
going to be enough. And that’s exactly what sends him into such horrifying
spiral of murder and revenge and a desperate clawing need to reclaim some
sense that he could have made a difference.
AND JESUS CHRIST WHAT IS SYAORAN GOING TO DO WITH THIS
INFORMATION. HE’S ALREADY READY TO THROW HIMSELF UNDER A BUS TO RESCUE EVEN A
SLIVER OF SAKURA’S SOUL. WE DON’T NEED TO ENCOURAGE THESE TENDENCIES WITHIN HIM
ANY FURTHER THAN THEY ALREADY EXIST.
But actually, now that I think about it, that might be all
the difference. Kurogane’sarc in the
manga overall (so far) is slowly healing and allowing himself to recover. I have a lot of confidence that he’ll
pull it off, because he’s come a long way already, and he’ll be all the
stronger to protect his new family.
I just hope that it’s the new Kurogane that has the biggest
influence on Syaoran and not the old one. Because Syaoran needs to allow
himself to heal as well, and I’m convinced that he doesn’t even know it yet.
So my night auditor is consistently late. I’ve tried going to my boss about it (they just told her “that M_LeoQueen said to stop coming late because she needs to get home”, so then she stopped talking to me for a few days and had a major attitude), and nothing has changed. Then I tried to give her a piece of her own medicine by coming in 10-15 minutes late (only 4 time in 10 months have I’m come in later and I always called to let them know, and those were genuine accidents) and she just stays 15-40 minutes later!
I’m so fed up. She’ll suppose to start at 11pm, and will call at 10:40 and say she’s running late. Mind you, she lives about 10-15 minutes away. So she’ll still have time to get here, but show up at 11:15-11:40.
Well today is day 6/10, with 4 of the shifts past 10 hours days. She was supposed to be here at 7. At 7:20 she calls the hotel saying “Ohmigosh, I’m soooooo sorry, I just woke up. I’ll be there as fast as I can.”
8pm is here and she has still not arrived. Because of the storm hitting us tomorrow, I’m staying overnight, so I’m not really worried about getting home, but damn, I’m working a 11 hour shift now, and I have to be back on the clock in 14 hours to work another 9 hour shift. Plus, I ordered food tonight, and my pizza is now cold. I’m one of the people who hate cold pizza. It’s like mediocre sex. At first you’re like, “Oh, well at least I’m getting some”, then as you continue you’re just like, “I regret this deeply.” You aren’t satisfied, and you really just wanted hot pizza, and you vow next time to make the pizza is piping hot.
So yeah, cold pizza, an overworked queen, and the fact that she’ll come in to complain about everyone else, the weather, the traffic, and everything else, and won’t just clock in and start working. I don’t know what else to do at this point other than as soon as she walks in, to clock out, and not say/do anything that will get me fired for work place violence (I’m tired and hungry and those are dangerous combinations for a queen).
okay, i’m too stressed looking at election results (fuck you florida, get your shit together) so have a stripper au i was too chickenshit to post (bc i don’t really like stripper aus, so this was a challenge). i don’t think i posted this already, but i did share it with a bunch of people privately so my brain is all confused. ~1700 words, adorable cat named pizza
“Come here often?”
Eren looked around at the half naked bodies lining the stage
and the horny middle-aged women screaming at them and Jean smirking as the
stripper pulled him into the VIP room.
“Relax, it was a joke.”
The man pushed him into the dimly lit room.
“Sit, but try to only sit on one asscheek these cushions
have so much shit and spit and cum on them it’ll make your head spin.”
Eren’s mouth hung open, still a little buzzed from the shots
earlier until the words registered.
“You’re…not very good at sexytalk,” Eren said.
“Not paid to talk, I’m paid to dance,” the stripper said,
teasing by dipping his fingers down beneath his thong.
most of the time I’m attracted to boys. i see a cute boy and i just think oh my goodness i want to hug you and kiss you and fall asleep in your arms and order pizza and cuddle with you because you look like you would love and protect me like i really want to be, wow, but sometimes I see a cute girl and think the same things,
and that’s okay because love is love is love and it comes in all different shapes and sizes and depths and strengths and everything, just like people do.