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hunter x hunter is the only shonen anime

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HIMYM JUST BROUGHT UP THE SAGRADA FAMILIA AND IT BEING UNFINISHED BECAUSE THE ARCHITECT ANTONI GAUDI DIED
AND I JUST wait what if that's the sand castle ryoko was building
AND GUESS WHAT
They were walking all through North America and Europe (with special stops in Amsterdam and London) and it looks like they've arrived at destination.
They made it! Never coming down with your hand in mine!
RAILCANNON. ALL PRNS. TEXT IS HOARD.
this is kinda just a trading acc now. whoops!
2129. Hand of God
This is called “Hand of God.” A president that’s just a kicked rock is better. Â
A comic strip. First panel is the title: “BITE THE HAND THAT FEEDS.” The next panel is of God. He is portrayed as a man with a beard. The next panel is of a hand that has entered the frame from the left side. The hand is holding a plate of lasagna. The next panel is of God, looking mighty happy to be served this plate of lasagna. The next panel is of God, now with fork and knife, digging into the plate of lasagna. The next panel is of an empty plate, with God looking potbelly-full and content behind it. The next panel is of the hand entering the frame from the left side again. It looks as though it is going to clear the empty plate? The next panel is of God biting down hard on the hand. His face is a strange contusion of malice, mischief, and mourning. The next panel is a pan to the left of the hand—revealing the wrist and forearm. The next panel is of more forearm. The next panel is of more forearm. It keeps snaking around the subsequent seven panels. The next different panel is of where the arm meets a body. The next panel is a zoom out to reveal the arm is attached to God. The arm, and thus the hand, is God’s. We now know the strange expression in the earlier panel, don’t we? What is also important to note is that here, God is presented as having a third arm, which is not common in many Judeo-Christian stories. Very interesting!   Â

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Of Note // 28.09.20
“Imagine life as a game in which you are juggling some five balls in the air. You name them — work, family, health, friends, and spirit… and you’re keeping all of these in the air. You will soon understand that work is a rubber ball. If you drop it, it will bounce back. But the other four balls — family, health, friends, and spirit — are made of glass.” I had a baby! My daughter was born on her due date at the end of August, and my partner and I instantaneously felt all of our priorities shift — not unlike the way every part of my body had adjusted to make room for the tiny-but-chubby human inside me. I love advice and love lists and this is a nice list of pieces of life advice Ryan Holiday has collected over the years to remind me to keep my eye on the glass ball. (Forge)
“Under the sheer volume of competing facts and studies, news stories and social media posts that bludgeon us daily, we succumb to truth-lite. The overwhelm sees us seek expedient options”: Sarah Wilson has some ideas on why the wellness realm has fallen into “conspiratualism.” (The Guardian)
“All these men, some of whom I knew intimately and others I’d never met, were debating who owned an image of me”: Emily Ratajkowski can’t buy back her own image but can claim to have the final word in this devastating story (that subsequently went viral) of her abuse and exploitation in her modelling career (The Cut).
On the other hand, Ratajkowski may have missed an opportunity to broaden her argument to include people other than herself, writes Haley Nahman. Without further analysis of the complexity of the modelling industry and Ratajkowski’s own complicity in its value system (the male gaze, female objectification, and self-commodification), the essay falls into a common trap in late-capitalist reflective writing: “which is to assume that by simply calling out a problem, or exploiting it in her favor, she takes away its power.” (Maybe Baby)
For more on this idea of “the reflexivity trap,” Katy Waldman dared take on Sally Rooney and other contemporary novelists whose protagonists believe self-awareness absolves them of any need to effect genuine, systemic change: “that professing awareness of a fault absolves you of that fault—that lip service equals resistance.” In a moment that desperately demands more than performative lip service, the danger of the reflexivity trap is that is casts self-awareness as a finish line, not a starting point. (New Yorker)
“It would be a disaster for feminism to return either to a strictly biological understanding of gender or to reduce social conduct to a body part or to impose fearful fantasies, their own anxieties, on trans women... Their abiding and very real sense of gender ought to be recognised socially and publicly as a relatively simple matter of according another human dignity”: Judith Butler does not come to play. (New Statesman)
“She chose her words precisely, like silver arrows sailing to hit their targets. Instead of referring to something as “racist,” she called it “thoughtlessness”; she referred to underrepresented groups as “misfits.” She is aware of the ways words like racism and microaggression have lost their power, so she searched for new ones that might make people listen”: I watched and loved Michaela Coel’s incredible TV show I May Destroy You. It will be compared maybe to Girls and Fleabag because of the way we always fetishise and compare female creators, and it’s not unlike those shows but it’s also something completely original and beautiful and unique. E. Alex Jung has written the definitive profile — read after watching (Vulture)
First picnic since lockdown began
Whatever gets your heart rate up.
Admitted a young person with chf of no clear etiology with recurrent vtach. Starts having runs of vtach every minute, HR 150-180. We all run in and the patient is awake and watching tv. We’re like “Are you ok? Are you feeling any chest pain?” And they’re like “No I’m just watching transformers. I was just excited, I love this movie.”