it’s always so fascinating and heartbreaking when a character in a story is simultaneously idolized and abused. a chosen prophet destined for martyrdom. a child prodigy forced to grow up too fast. a powerful warrior raised as nothing but a weapon. there’s just something so uniquely messed up about singing someone’s praises whilst destroying them.
i think this would be very enjoyable and enriching for a pet 1980s businessman, or Jerma
My university’s student bar did this at the end of our term, it was called “stocks and shares night” and it was fucking spectacular.
Every tv was set up with screens listing the prices, and it would update with every sale, and the goal was to clear out the bars stock by the end of the night.
It wasn’t just beer, it was every spirit, wine and cider they had in stock. It was beautiful chaos. You’d start off ordering rank shit you’d never had before (tequila rose wtf) and within an hour you had groups working together to strategically tank or raise prices.
At one point everyone had stopped ordering jäger until It was like 50p a shot and then one person would go up and order 30 shots for £15, thus triggering it skyrocketing to £3 a shot. Ive never seen such impressive organisation and teamwork in a bar before. I have never had a worse hangover in my life.
ill be honest as much as i love to criticise the use of fatphobia for comedy ill never be able to hold the fatphobic jokes in kung fu panda against it
like yea those movies are guilty of dipping into The Usual Tropes for a cheap laugh but not only is the character writing for the fat characters the strongest and most sympathetic ive Ever seen literally just the character designs of the pandas in the 3rd movie get me choked up sometimes. theyre all so appealing and clearly treated with the same care and attention as everyone else without copping out and making them Barely Fat. po is already a size that doesnt exist in film protags and hes still the thinnest person in that whole village and that meant a lot to me
*trying to flirt with a guy* I dig your look. I’d love to see you tied to a tree and made to bear the wounds of St. Sebastian. Completely obliterated from every angle *remembers the social contract and gets nervous* Like, the jacket for example, where’d you get that
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