“I am a different person to different people. Annoying to one. Talented to another. Quiet to a few. Unknown to a lot. But who am I, to me?” ~ Dream Jackson || The Minds Journal
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Since the summer before kindergarten, when Charlie Swan tripped over his two left feet and fell into an unaware Billy Black — changing the course of both their lives forever — the two had only spent one summer apart.
Nowadays they didn’t speak of the disastrous three months they threw themselves into the arms of others, in the hopes of ignoring the fact their friendship had, without either intending it — in fact both fighting desperately to prevent it — morphed into something that could no longer be defined as merely friendship.
The two did not speak of the woman traveling through their small town who wore Charlie’s grandmother’s engagement ring for two whole weeks before she broke up with him on a sticky note. They did not mention the woman Billy had grown up with, who he had politely courted through the summer only to lose her to a full-ride scholarship to a school five hours away.
Shortly after being utterly embarrassed and broken-hearted — although the hurt had not stung quite as much as when they had stormed out of each other’s lives months prior — they bumped into each other in the only bar in town, Charlie tripping over his own two left feet and spilling Billy’s beer over both of them. It was the first time either had laughed in days.
By the end of the year the two men had pooled every cent to their name and bought a creaky old fishing boat together; it was a reasonable decision, Billy coming from a long long line of fishermen and Charlie having the worst case of sea sickness in history.
The little ship would disappear into the vast ocean for a week at a time, away from prying eyes and the hushed whispers of shore. When the boat finally sputtered back into port it was full of enough fish to feed the entire town for weeks, they gave most of it away to those who could use it, selling only enough to pay the slip rental and the occasional trip to the laundromat to keep their shared collection of flannels somewhat clean.
One day a scraggly orange cat wandered on-board, greeting the men on the swim step as they came back from their monthly breakfast at The Lodge. Old superstitions of good luck forced them to keep the stray, arguing only over what to name the thing. They landed on Anchovy.
The two odd fishermen, and their cat, lived on that dilapidated boat, together, long after they could both afford apartments to themselves.
They did not mourn the lives they could have had. They lived the one they had never dared to hope for amongst the choppy seas and the constant smell of bait, cursed the fact they had ever spent even one summer apart, and thanked everything they would never be just friends.
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looking up stuff to try and see if amy is gonna be in the third sonic movie and having to see people being like "amy shouldn't be in the third movie" "should amy really be in the third movie?" And i just gotta say i hate y'all. She should be in the movie, she's been around for way longer than Shadow and the only concern isn't her presence, but is hoping the writers don't fuck up her character by making it more about "liking sonic" than how he inspires her to do more and be more as a person, to help people. How she's compassionate and loud and willing to fight for what she believes in. Plus, in sonic adventure 2 she has a moment with shadow where she, in pleading for him to help save everyone and give them a chance at growing and finding happiness, reminds him of maria. And that is what finally helps him move past this idea that the world isn't worth saving, that he doesn't want to be controlled by his pain but to overcome it and do what he really wants--helping people, just like he promised maria he would, but finally in the way she really wanted. Like. Y'all are so boring for not wanting amy in the movie istg, get out of your "she's the girly character who likes sonic and is annoying and that's it" mindset cause at that point you're just accepting and perpetuating shitty writing of her character instead of wanting the best for her character, which is something she DESERVES after being flanderized so many fucking times
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(something about the immortality of vampires) Is Kim getting old at all, or is he forever young? And does he drink blood like ordinary vampires? Is he even a real vampire at all?
I need to study this man under a microscope like a neat bug.
Oohh I like this question... I hadn't thought about this
I think Kim wouldn't be immortal, but given how it seems that in Splatoon, lifespans can grow up to 100+ years (Cuttlefish, Octavio - unless theyre just special cases, idk)... and how vampire squids can have 2-5x the lifespan of octopus, Kim could potentially live for a damn long time. I doubt he'd want to, though. I think he would age, but the process would be way slower, visibly at least
As for the drinking blood part, if you were to ask him, he'd probably pass that off as a stereotype of vampire squids. But he also wouldn't be opposed to the idea. He's probably even done it before, since him and his partner are bitey - it would have been an accident though since he wouldn't want to make Acht bleed like that
He's probably closest you'd get to a real vampire in Splatoon, but he wouldn't be a traditional one
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Something that's really crystallized for me in recent months is that the kind of performative hype (or pre-emptive disappointment) that goes on in social media spaces is simply not something I can be heavily party to if I want to have an honest experience with a game.
Rumor-mongers, streamers, influencers-- what are they to me? What is their opinion to me? They are not me. They have not lived my life nor do they have my specific set of biases. They are not possessed of the specific lens through which I would naturally experience the story and mechanics. They cannot give me my opinion, nor am I motivated in any way to adopt theirs because of that whole authenticity issue.
But if I try to divine what the "acceptable" or most common opinions are, it does little but destroy my ability to enjoy anything at all. It makes me want to hide it if I do enjoy it for fear of punishment. And let's be real here--there's a metric fuckton of poison and faux anticipation out there that's generated for no other reason than engagement.
Truth lies in the one on one experience with the game, relatively free of influence or the social pressure to agree to anyone's take.
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sometimes we get so desperate to try and out on some weight for the first time in two years that we get tempted to count calories because at this point don’t even think that we’re getting the amount we need much less excess, but scared that it’ll end up leading to disordered eating even though goal is to gain weight
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