Oh man, this is such a beautiful perfect Rei moment. There’s something really affecting them now, and it seems like whatever’s going on, they don’t think they’ll be able to keep from succumbing to it for much longer. Everyone was blasted down, and it’s Rei – suffering from whatever’s been done to her – who still makes it to her feet first.
“I’m going,” she says, and I love that it’s not a question, it’s not a command, it’s just a declaration.
She’ll use every ounce of will left in her to fight back for as long as she can, and whether anyone comes with her is irrelevant. This is what SHE is going to do, the end, full stop.
The thing with the Russian word “пирожки” (pirozhki) is that it’s plural. Plural nominative, to be precise, but the case is beyond the point.
One little stuffed pie would be “пирожок” - pirozhok.
The English language borrowed the plural form and adopted it as a singular - that happens sometimes: blini, syrniki, golubtsi and so on from Russian into English and чипс (plural чипсы, potato chips), макрос (plural макросы, macros) from English into Russian. That’s a natural linguistic process and I don’t see a point fighting it.
But, see, the characters might.
Yuri Plisetsky getting angry every time someone tells him the pirozhkis are delicious? Or asks him for another pirozhki? And setting into an hour-long lecture explaining that his favourite food is called pirozhok, and pirozhki is already more than one, no need to get an s in the end?
rewatching old minecraft lets plays (mostly for background noise as i study) and in the old potions lets plays, there was some fucking great team nice dynamite moments. fucking gavin picking fights with everyone that michael begrudgingly has to step in and finish. michael even says at one point “well yeah, gavin started it but now i gotta step in to save his ass” and all im saying is please incorporate this more in fahc au thank you
I’m going to seriously die if the major conflict between Bitty and his parents this year isn’t him coming out, but if Bitty and Suzanne legit fall out over him using Aunt Judy’s jam recipe.
Imagine Bitty and Suzanne, in true Southern fashion, the subtle and not-so-subtle passive-aggressive snipes and asides:
“Oh, Dicky, I was planning to send you a care package, but I’ve seen how much you enjoy getting things from your Aunt Judy–”
“She shared some of those pictures from Mr. Alexei, showing off all that jam you sent to the Falconers! They must’ve loved that recipe so much, Dicky!”
“Well, yes, but–”
“And you couldn’t’ve gotten all those berries up north, so I figured she must’ve sent some up already. Me sending any, they’d’ve just gone to waste! What. a. shame. that would’ve been.”
And of course it escalates, to where they’re gritting their teeth through every conversation and furiously complain to their partners after every time they speak.
Coach, of course, doesn’t care, and wants to stay out of it, but Bitty interprets his silence for taking his mother side. And Bitty probably was already thinking about staying part of the summer in Providence with Jack….
Mentioning that to Suzanne, however, opens up a whole new can of worms:
“You’re neglecting your family!”
“It’s just one summer!”
“It was just one batch of Judy’s jam, at first! Now you’re making it like you’re fixin’ to feed an army, and when’s the last time you made our recipe, hm?”
“That’s not the same thing and you know it, Mother–”
“But it’s tradition. You always come down for the 4th of July!”
“I can do to skip one year. They’re’ll be plenty more to come.”
“Do they even celebrate the 4th up there?”
“Oh for–Yes, Mother. If I stay with Jack we’ll celebrate Canada Day, too. That’s twice the celebrating! Twice the tradition.”
“Don’t take that tone with me, young man.”
“–I just don’t know what’s got into you, Dicky! It’s like I don’t even know you anymore!”
At that point the fight gets real. Tempers flare, Words are spoken, and tears are shed, and in the end, Bitty snaps:
“You know what’s got into me? Fine. I’m gay. I’m dating Jack. and I’m staying with my boyfriend over the summer. Deal with it, Mother!”
At which point Suzanne snaps back:
“Well fine! That still doesn’t excuse your sorry excuse for preserves!”
and hangs up on him.
She calls him back immediately:
“And just so you know, Jack Zimmermann is a wonderful young man who is welcome in my house any time. You are free to come home as soon as you come off that high horse’ve yours and re-learn some manners!”
She hangs up again.
And that is my happy head canon of how Bitty comes out to his mother and doesn’t speak to her again for two months, not because he’s gay, but because of jam.
Jack Zimmermann, on the other hand, receives a congratulatory call, a warm welcome into the family, and weekly care packages with rainbow-themed note cards saying “To Jack, my favorite son.” (You didn’t think Bitty got his saltiness from Coach, did you?)
(For his part, Coach calls Bitty for an awkward but warm “So your mother says you’re gay, that right? Dating Zimmermann, too? Well. Guess you got some good taste there, Junior.”)
I have an idea for the next Disney movie. It’s about a young Chinese princess who falls in love with an enchanted talking suit of armor. Are all of the supporting characters talking cats and a tiny, sassy panda? Why yes, yes they are. Do the talking cats have multiple musical numbers? Um…duh. Is the villain a dark sorcerer who uses his wicked alchemic arts to disguise himself as a tall, handsome prince to trick the young princess into thinking she might really be in love with him, even though he’s actually a two-foot-tall blond gremlin? Seems likely. In the end, does the princess find a way to break the spell and turn the armor back into a real boy? Well, it is a Disney movie.
I just want the confidence of Anatole… Like just imagine someone saying “Let’s get to know each other by giving a quick summary of ourselves” and you just stand up raise a shot glass and proudly proclaim “I’m hot”
Have you ever been in a situation where you had to play soccer mom? Not one where Steve played your soccer son
well, last week i kicked the heads off of about fifteen robots, and then used them as projectiles to hit other robots with. does that count as soccer? afterwards i yelled at steve for taking his helmet off dramatically in the middle of a fight. he got a concussion. again.
its not there to prevent hat hair steven, its so you DONT DIE. which is also my job, and i can use all the help i can get.
maybe we should get him a pair of sunglasses or something, so he has something he can remove at a dramatic point mid-combat without actually losing safety equipment. sometimes i think the star-spangled show actually made his tendency towards the dramatic even worse.