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I have cried over David/Dadvid more times than I'd like to admit, thank you very much
adventure time slang is weird cuz like. when you first watch the show and hear the slang you're like "oh this is cringy slang but its not like awful" but it gets to a point where the voice actors deliver the slang so naturally you don't even notice it and its just. part of the world's vernacular. I can't think of any other show that's done in-universe slang like this
Finn: oh man the frappin dude just ginked up and went flipoo over the junkin fence
Me, 3 seasons into this show: wow he really did huh
It's true but it's also funnier knowing the storyboarders were usually just making Finn say fuck
If you ever feel like you must be the most unobservant person in the world, remember: I once spent half a year failing to notice that my new favourite restaurant was a money-laundering front for the Ukrainian mafia.
(I didn’t think anything of it at the time, but in retrospect, the fact that it was always dead no matter the time of day - I think the busiest I ever saw it was five people, myself included - well, that should have been a tipoff. Also, the waitstaff kept calling me “Mr. Prokopetz”, which I had assumed was just part of the restaurant’s gimmick, but given that “Prokopetz” is a Ukrainian surname, I’m now force to wonder whether they’d thought I was, you know, in the business. I just liked the pierogi!)
What I need to know is how on earth did OP finally realize his favorite restaurant was a money-laundering front for the mafia.
I’d like to say I put together the clues, but in reality, I just showed up one day to find that the place had been indefinitely shut down, and later learned it was because the managers had all been arrested.
What I really want to know is how good the food was?
Excellent, if your tastes run to the “heavy cream and too much garlic” end of the spectrum.
Every crime front I’ve ever eaten at has had completely amazing food, honestly. I am pretty convinced that if you want to open a front, you don’t choose “restaurant” as your front-business unless you have a relative who loves to cook.
It tickles me that this is evidently a sufficiently common experience that people find it relatable. (Seriously, check the notes!) We should write reviews or something.
did I just read the line “every crime front I’ve ever eaten at” with my own two eyes
Look, I went to college and lived my early adulthood in a town whose entire thing was import/export, and we had a lot of restaurants that were suspiciously empty except when they were closed and filled with very serious men in nice clothes.
They were usually run by someone who was about the right age to be some adult’s parents or grandparents, and in the case of the two Korean restaurants matching this description, they didn’t speak English. Universally though, they were very pleased to see customers, very proud of their cooking, and very very interested in keeping us far away from the aforementioned serious men in nice clothes. And despite having huge dining rooms and never having more than a couple customers, they never went out of business.
Also, because I am very, very stupid and sometimes don’t think before I talk, I once said loudly, over the phone, while sitting in one of these places, “Hey! Yeah if you want to meet us, we’re eating at [place]. You know…[place]? You totally know it. The Front, on Warwick st!”
The looks I got from every single employee were amazing and then I left.
We had a corner store/deli-place near our apartment in college. Everyone knew they were in on something and no one cared because they looked out for their customers and their neighborhood as a whole.
They started stocking my favorites because I mentioned them within hearing range once, would tell their “vendors” to move out of the way if we stopped in. I walked a different route home and got harassed one night and they asked after me. When they found out what happened, they declared “Consider it taken care of, you should never be afraid around here.” Never happened again.
Everyone needs their friendly neighborhood crime lord.
This is both my favorite and makes me fondly remember home. Less of the eateries, more of the mysterious retail joints that never seem to close despite no one ever buying anything, though. Well. Aside from the juice bar. Didnt last, though.
I found these places everywhere I lived. My favorite was an omurice place near my home in Japan, and a mother/son officially ran it. The food was incredible, and one night I was there and there was a boisterous crowd of BLATANTLY yakuza men eating and drinking. They started talking to me, and were super nice. Said they wanted to “practice their English,” and paid for my food and drinks and then said they wanted to take me to karaoke. That was a little alarming, but the mother/son, who seriously looked after me as the only foreigner in the area, said I should go, and the son came along. So we piled into a white landboat Cadillac and partied until dawn.
One of the older men at the party took me to my neighborhood and dropped me off out front (the car was literally too big to fit down the small neighborhood streets) and said that I had his blessing.
Which was confusing, but I was drunk, so whatever. Then I went back to the restaurant about a week later and the mother said, “the family approves of you. You may marry our son if you wish and be welcomed.”
I did not marry him, but wow. There were no hard feelings, either. They still helped out if I got harassed by the cops (which happened a lot in these smaller towns with no foreigners) or anything like that.
And to this day, no omurice has ever compared.
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Not a restaurant story, but when I was eight a hapkido studio opened in my town. I live in the kind of small, Canadian town where you have to drive for the better part of an hour to buy anything more than basic groceries (or to go to high school for that matter), and the biggest things to happen are someone occasionally getting busted for growing and selling pot, or elementary school being cancelled because a cougar had decided to take a nap outside the front door.
So no one really questioned the motives of this large Korean family that moved to town and had a martial arts studio built. I mean, maybe we should have, since no one ever moves there, but we didn’t. (Or maybe we did, but I was eight so idk)
Anyway, the kids’ class had about a dozen of us, which was a lot for any sort of organized extracurricular, ranging from my brother at five to me at eight.
It was great. Hapkido was a lot of fun, and the older man who ran it made sure we had a class at least once a month or so where we learned self defense well enough that we’d actually be able to apply it if the need ever came up. Occasionally his “friends from Korea” would come to “visit him” and they would guest teach a class.
By the time I was thirteen, I had made my way through quite a few belt levels, and he gave me a part time job helping teach the new under five class. A few of them had joined the volunteer fire department, the moms helped with bake sales at the elementary school, my sister was really good friends with the daughter that was her age, and they were all a pretty big part of the community.
Until one day when we’re in class. At this point, I was still in the kids’ class, despite an offer to be moved up to the adults’ one, because I’d finally managed to convince some of my friends to join and they were in the kids’ class.
So, picture this. An older-boarding-on-elder Korean man teaching martial arts to a dozen or so kids. Parents sitting in the adjoining room, watching through the one way glass and gossiping over tea. The door slams open, and a half dozen police officers come in, guns out and yelling.
We all dropped to the floor, freaking out, because nothing like this happens ever. One time, my neighbours got high and lit their car on fire and drove it into a ditch, and the fire fighters had to wait around for three hours before the police finally showed up, that’s how much they hate having to drive out to our town from one of the near-ish cities.
But here they were, interrupting our class.
And the teacher? He booked it out the back door as soon as they entered.
Turns out the studio was a front to smuggle drugs from Korea.
I was only thirteen so nobody really wanted to give me all the details and it may have been 2010, but the elementary school was still the only place with internet, so I couldn’t even look it up.
From what I remember, though, the police caught the hapkido teacher pretty quickly. I’m not sure if they got everyone from the family or not, but I do remember that one of his friends was supposed to be visiting and teaching a class later in the week, so I’m pretty confident they caught him too. I’m pretty sure they were some sort of mafia, because I remember overhearing a conversation between my parents about the amount of paperwork and meetings my dad had to do to convince the higher ups that he had no idea he was letting mafia members into his fire hall.
I also had to go to a couple of interviews with the police since, technically, I worked for them. It didn’t take them long to see that I was just a nerdy little thirteen year old, and that there was no way I was actually involved in this mafia. I got some serious street cred, though, and when I started grade eight in the neighbouring city that fall, I got a lot of questions about what it was like to be in a mafia.
I still don’t know how the police caught onto them, or why it took them five years. I definitely would have kept my job at the studio through high school if they hadn’t been arrested (it was infinitely better than working as a cashier at the tiny grocery store), and I sometimes wonder how much that would have gotten me mixed up in their real business over time.
So yeah. That’s the story of how I was taught martial arts and self defense from drug smugglers and accidentally worked for a mafia. It was also definitely the most interesting thing to happen in my town ever.
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Best Written and Developed Character in Star Vs. The Forces of Evil?
Tom Lucitor
One of the few characters who went through a genuine and believable change because he wanted to make himself better and was continuously entertaining to watch regardless of what was going on.
The emotional frustration he had in season 4 was the most understandable thing going on, and he was always being the better person. When he was suppose to be the one who was mad, he wasn’t. He stayed calmed and collected because getting angry isn’t who he is anymore. It wasn’t until he spent time away from Mewni did he realize he wasn’t happy being in a relationship with Star and that they’re better being friends.
Old Tom would’ve been so persistent and stubborn to admit something was wrong because he had Star. Our Tom now? He stood back and observed everything going on around to understand his circumstances and his friends. He did what was best for everyone.
Tom greatly understood how horrible his behavior was and he wanted to better himself to make himself happy. And he did just that. Watching him grow from Blood Moon Ball to Cleaved has been absolutely amazing.
I’m gonna miss this little demon boy.

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Have you ever heard of the Joys in Hellenistic Astrology? Can you explain please Jenx?😭💛
Hi gorgeous,
Ofcourse<3 I'll be more than happy to explain to you about the Joys, these informations are based off my own study along with the amazing work fron astrologers Chris Brennan! Do check out his book if you are interested in Hellenistic Astro love🤍
the Joys in Hellenistic Astrology
— Between the first and seventh centuries BCE, astrological literature published in the Mediterranean region often allude to a method for connecting each of the seven classical planets with one of the twelve "houses" or "places." Each planet's connected home was supposed to be the area where it "rejoiced" or enjoyed its "joys." These assignments as the planetary joys system according to Chris Brennan along with other astrologers.
According to most authors, the joys of the planets are as follows:
• The Sun has its joy in the 9th house.
• The Moon has its joy in the 3rd house. • Jupiter has its joy in the 11th house.
• Venus has its joy in the 5th house.
• Mars has its joy in the 6th house.
• Saturn has its joy in the 12th house.
• Mercury has its joy in the 1st house.
The joys appear to have served as the foundation for a convention in which some of the houses were given names. Instead of referring to these houses by their number in relation to the ascending sign (e.g.,ie: "5th house"), they were occasionally referred to by a particular name. In Hellenistic tradition, the popular names for the houses connected with the Joys are as follows:
• The 9th house is referred to as the “place of God” or simply “God” (Theos).
• The 3rd house is referred to as “Goddess” (Thea).
• The 11th house is called “Good Spirit” (agathos daimōn).
• The 5th house is called “Good Fortune” (agathē tuchē).
• The 6th house is called “Bad Fortune” (kakē tuchē).
• The 12th house is called “Bad Spirit” (kakos daimōn).
• The 1st house is called the “Helm” (oiax), as in the helm of a ship.
The other houses were occasionally given names as well, however they are not directly linked to the Joys because no planets rejoice in them:
• The 2nd house is referred to as the “Gate of Hades” (Haidou pulē).
• The 8th house is referred to as the “Idle” place (argos).
• The 10th house is referred to as the “Midheaven” (mesouranēma).
• The 7th house is referred to as the “setting” place (dusis).
• The 4th house is referred to as the “subterraneous” place (hupogeion).
The names of the tenth, seventh, and fourth houses are merely descriptive of their astronomical position. The names of some of the other houses, on the other hand, do not appear to be astronomical in character, but rather appear to be linked with the planet that is believed to have its joy in each of those houses. The 9th house, for example, is considered to be the home of God, while the 9th is said to be the house of the Sun's joy. Opposite that is the 3rd house, which is known as the Goddess house, and this is the home where the Moon finds delight. Venus and Jupiter, the two benefic planets, are linked with the two fortunate houses, the house of Good Fortune and the house of Good Spirit, respectively. Mars and Saturn, on the other hand, are connected with the two malevolent planets, which are the houses of “Bad Fortune” and “Bad Spirit,” correspondingly. This strong similarity between the meanings of some house names and the astrological meanings of planets that have their pleasures in the same locations appears to indicate a link between the two ideas.
This link is supported by the 4th century astrologer Firmicus Maternus, who writes in the introductory material to his Mathesis that the 5th house is known as the "Good Fortune Home" since it is the house of Venus. Similarly, he claims that the sixth house is known as Bad Fortune “...because it is the house of Mars.” Later in the same century, the astrologer Paulus Alexandrinus referred to the third house as the "house of the Moon," the fifth as the "house of Venus," the sixth as the "house of Mars," and so on. The connection between the joys and the names of the houses is important because it provides us with a crucial piece of information when trying to date the joys and determine how widespread their usage was in Hellenistic astrology.
In order to do this we will assume that anytime the names of the houses are mentioned that the doctrine of the joys is implicitly referenced as well, since the two concepts appear to be intertwined. The pleasures occur quite early in the Hellenistic astrological tradition that has survived. The first datable allusions are found in the works of Thrasyllus and Manilius, two contemporaries who published their works in the first few decades of the first century CE. Following Thrasyllus, virtually every Hellenistic astrologer whose work has survived addressed the joys in some way, either explicitly or indirectly by evoking the names of the houses connected with the joys.
Manilius, on the other hand, is the sole ancient source who detailed an alternate system for the joys, in which Venus rejoices in the 10th rather than the 5th, and Saturn in the 4th rather than the 12th. 11 Unfortunately, because Manilius' text is the sole one with this different pattern, it is uncertain whether his arrangement represents a real variant tradition, an error in textual transmission, or his own unique addition. Various academics have presented arguments for and against accepting Manilius' variation as valid during the last two decades.
This is just a simplify idea of the Joys, there are so much to it and for this I highly recommend you to check out the hook!! I hope this helps you baddie<3
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God this took 24 hours and a half and I got NO asleep at all so I am not doing well lol but it was all worth it just to finish this. I had to stay up cause this was due literally on the 21st and I had to speed run that shit and it’s for an unus annus project 🤫
But anyways please please PLEASE reblog it helps me so much ❤️❤️❤️
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BLEASE MORE OF THE :D FACE
He just wants to have a picture of the pretty man, Gwen 😤😤😤 leave him be
@invadernav had this idea a literal year ago and it’s been sitting in my folder since then chdnhdkdbdk
This is adorable I-
i……think i might have a type……
...shit
David stop complimenting the cult leader

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Okay but this
And this
radiated the same energy for me tbh
If you listen/watch both songs you’ll get what I mean
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David and Daniel (Camp Camp): 14'