disseminator of discontent

hold my hand. reject sanskritisation

decolonise by eating beef

“are you okay?” oh my god no but for the purposes of this conversation yes i’m fine

Until death, all defeat is psychological.

At this point goncharov is more real than ice adolescence

id: screenshots of two google searches answered by google's gemini. the first image is a search about bumping into a british man, the second about bumping into a romanian man. the first answer reads as follows: "If a British man bumped into you, he almost certainly muttered an automatic "Sorry!" or "Cheers, sorry!"- even if it was entirely your fault- sparking a polite, reflexive exchange of mutual apologies." the second answer reads as follows: "Check your pockets right now. If someone bumped into you unexpectedly in a crowded area, it is a classic distraction technique for pickpocketing. Immediately verify that you still have your wallet, phone, passport, and other valuables." end id.

You know for a studio named after an Arabic word, studio Ghibli really never bothered to make any Arabic-influenced stories or characters.

No way Ghibli comes from an Arabic LIBYAN word

it's named after an italian plane that was used to defend italian colonial possessions, the equivalent of naming a studio after an apache or black hawk helicopter. miyazaki's love of planes is influenced by his family manufacturing aircraft parts for imperial japan when he was a child.

one thing abt me is that I can't recognize veneers and I can't tell when someone's hair is a wig and I can't clock fake accents even when they're done pretty badly and I'm also bad with faces. all that to say I would be insanely vulnerable to hijinks/capers