My Yumeiro Pâtissière blu-ray set arrived and for the heavily-discounted price, I honestly couldn't be happier.
The release is extremely bare bones (packaging is what you see above and nothing else, on-disc there's only creditless OP/ED sequences and trailers) but you get the entire series over two SD BD discs. The anime itself is, well, it's a kid's anime about a cute girl trying to find her way in the world of pastry. Nothing too deep or visually incredible here, just basic stuff likely to appeal to youngsters.
If a fairly budget shoujo adaptation from over a decade ago sounds right up your alley, I'd recommend grabbing this while there are some copies floating around at sale prices (like the official Maiden Japan store) because this isn't the kind of title that's likely to get a bunch of re-releases down the track.
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Amatonormativity has destroyed so many people's understanding and acceptance of themselves, and it's heartbreaking.
Yes, it is normal to be in your 20s, 30s, or older and not have lost your virginity, had a first kiss, or a partner. It is normal to say that you aren't ready for those things, too! It is normal if your life doesn't follow the "college graduate -> engagement -> buying a home -> 2.5 kids and a dog" trajectory that so many people have idealized.
So many people associate maturity with losing your virginity, or having a first kiss, or a serious relationship, and I think that's a dangerous association. Maturity isn't gained through those things, and you don't have to have those experiences to be considered "mature" or "grown." It is not a bad thing to go at your pace. Nobody else can live your life but you. If you end up having those experiences, that's great! But it should be done because you want to experience them, not because you feel "broken" and "immature" without them.
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Good morning, Sleepyhead.
[First] Prev <–-> Next
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they're baaaaaack
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Witch uncle, druid uncle, pfffth, magic uncle ~~~
Dada Raph | Crazy Uncle Donnie
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Things that absolutely fucked my shit up this episode, an incomprehensible list:
- Ellie liked the smell of Frank’s sleeping bag
- Joel still wearing Frank’s shirt
- Joel staying up all night to guard while Ellie slept
- “They’re not gonna hit you. Look at me, they’re not gonna hit you.”
- “Mom! Mom! Mom!”
- The way the doctor gave the lines “I delivered you. I held you in my hands.” and “I’m your doctor” so simply when asked for reasons why he shouldn’t be killed
- Ellie’s smile when Joel tried to tug the gun from her hand
- The way Joel bumbled his way through trying to make sure Ellie was okay, and ask if she wanted to talk about it after she shot Bryan
- All of the superhero drawings on the wall that Sam drew of him and Henry
- The mask that Sam had drawn on his face
Something about how everyone is undeniably human, and how unafraid they are of not shying away from that.
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i think we would all benefit from a new internationally recognized holiday called Wraith Day where you just shuffle around in a floor length hooded black cloak that completely obscures your entire physical form and communicate only in hisses and vague menacing gestures likea. wraith
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wanna know the most fucked up fact about Corruption?
using it never actually killed the target.
Lovecraft was blasted to pieces but showed up fine a while later.
The Dead Apple dragon was disintegrated but Shibusawa got up a few minutes after to fight Atsushi and the gang.
In the DA prologue, despite using Corruption, Shibusawa was not really killed, since he shows up later, now was he?
Guivre in SB was also vanquished, and Verlaine should have died, but Rimbaud came in last second and saved him anyway.
Even when Rimbaud accidentally released Arahabaki in Fifteen, it wasn't enough to kill him or Verlaine, and it didn't even destroy the lab enough for it to never come up again. And when Verlaine forced its activation in SB, there simply was no enemy to defeat.
Sure it most definitely killed people (grunts, scientists and bystanders for example) and it does get the job done for defeating the enemy, but it never actually kills the threat it was primarily used for. And that's messed up in ways I can't quite put into words.
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off to super hell
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Critically important WW discussion
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The cover of the 7th Kabushiki Gaisha Magilumiere volume has been shared on Twitter. It features Sakae & Yamimori from the Tonomori festival arc looking pretty cool. This paperback volume will hit shelves in Japan on May 2nd 2023 for 650 yen + tax.
There will be store bonus illustration cards again this time, featuring the illustration of Koshigaya from the cover of volume 6 (I've personally got mine on order with Animate).
As always I'll scan anything fun I get related to this volume, I love Magilumiere and this arc was solid so I'm looking forward to shelving it alongside the previous volumes.
If you're also a fan, be sure to support the series by reading it online for free with MangaPlus or by purchasing these Japanese-language paperbacks!
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I think it would really benefit people to internalize that mental illnesses are often chronic and not acute. Some of us will never be able to jump the hurdle of managing illness, much less sustaining a sense of normalcy. Many of us will never "recover," will never manage symptoms, will never even come close to appearing normal - and this is for any condition, even the ones labeled as "simple" disorders or "easy-to-manage" disorders.
It isn't a failure if you cannot manage your symptoms. It isn't a moral failure, and you aren't an awful person. You are human. There's only so much you can do before recognizing that you cannot lift the world. Give yourself the space to be ill because, functionally, you are.
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there's this cafe near the base that soap likes to frequent. he's a regular, and he goes there everyday when he can. it's a nice, cozy cafe where he can sit back and relax, enjoying the quaint atmosphere away from sweaty soldiers running around the base. sometimes, he even brought price and ghost some coffee or tea, if they so prefer.
now, the base has a pretty great coffee machine, sure, but johnny likes to dabble on some other beverages. perhaps try some matcha latte or some hot chocolate, but if anyone asked him if he's there for the drinks, he would lie and nod at them, saying how the latte or the chocolate was the best thing he's ever tasted.
the drinks are amazing, don't get him wrong. the ingredients were high quality, and the prices were a little bit on the pricier side for a local coffee shop. but it was the cute barista that got him hooked in the first place.
you were the barista on the morning shift, and johnny would walk in at around 9am sharp if he could drop by. he'd always order whatever you recommend, being the lovestruck boy he is, and happily give them a try with your pastry of choice. and then, you'd always ask for his name, but he'd give you some funny names that would make you laugh instead. one time you asked him for his name, he'd say "pope turté the third" and you kept giggling while making his order. when you called the name of the order, it drew a laugh from everyone at the cafe, and johnny would proudly pick up his drink and pastry from you, giving you his signature smile before leaving.
it was just that, your whole friendship with him. he makes you laugh with his ridiculous names, and you'd make his drinks the way he asked you, perhaps give him a few cakes or pastries for free if you're feeling generous. both of you were too scared to go further, afraid of being too forward. but you knew that you adored him, and he adored you too.
so, the next time he comes over for a cuppa, you simply hand him a paper cup with a lid, already made fresh, together with a single croissant by the counter.
"thank ye, bonnie. hoo muckle?"
"seven quid with the pastry." you replied sweetly, a small smile on your face.
he happily paid for it with his card, handing it over to you. you processed it as he wanted, returning it with a receipt and his orders. as he bid you farewell, he took a sip of the cup, finding it to be a delicious hot chocolate, with some spices in it.
turning the cup, he sees his name, john, written on the paper cup with a marker, a heart as the "o". just below his name, a number with a "text me" was written, together with your own name.
somehow, his hot chocolate tasted sweeter than usual.
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listen. listen, there's a kind of intimacy in having a dedicated rivalry, okay. who else is going to know you like this!!! also it's funny
Ascanio Maria Sforza: la parabola politica di un cardinale-principe del Rinascimento, Marco Pellegrini
Julius II: The Warrior Pope, Christine Shaw
and on della rovere’s soldier comment:
Popes, Cardinals and War: The Military Church in Renaissance and Early Modern Europe, D.S. Chambers
and finally! regarding the delightful Mess of political-family relationships, including the marriage comment (altho the montefeltro family that giovanni married into did have sforza family ties, since giovanna's mother was battista sforza, but this is about the more immediate alliance based relationship and della rovere's hand in the rejection of a milanese match for his brother. and. this is not even remotely a serious comic, but now I am once again thinking about insular all these families are. the fucking medicis are here too, if you go half a step to the left on della rovere's family tree)
Julius II: The Warrior Pope, Christine Shaw
Giulio II, Il papa del Rinascimento, Giulio Busi (Bianca Maria Visconti is Ascanio's mom. btw)
panel inserts of the cards they're playing with are all from the Visconti-Sforza tarot deck! (I used public domain scans/photos for the comic itself)
ko-fi!⭐ bsky ⭐ pixiv ⭐ pillowfort ⭐ cohost ⭐ cara.app
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i’m coming in here to scream MEAN JAMES. also more hate fucking.
(as if i do not scream this in our dms lmao)
hate sex hate sex hate sex. (post match)
james finds it amusing, really, watching reg struggle to hold onto any semblance of control when they’re like this. he's half muttering, half sighing about some bullshit penalty call, voice tinged with anger and something else harder to place. clinging to his haughty attitude and feigned indifference, as if he doesn’t already know that james can break him with just a few biting kisses and well-timed snaps of his hips.
they always end up here—dimly lit room—the air vibrating with the low, rhythmic thud of their bodies moving together. and james is so smug about it all, his laugh harsh and taunting, “sounds like someone just can’t stand seeing me win.”
“i can’t stand you, period,” reg snaps back, but there’s no real bite to it, not when his voice is raw, his breaths coming in sharp, desperate gasps. not when his hand reaches back, fingers digging into james’ thigh, urging him deeper—about as close as reg will ever come to outright begging.
and james? his smirk just widens, like that’s exactly what he wanted to hear. like regulus had just walked right into the trap he was setting. victorious and infuriatingly cocky at the defiance in his tone, “oh? I don’t think that’s true.” he whispers right into reg’s ear, hand sliding possessively down regulus’ back, grabbing at the curve of his hip, fingers bruising into the skin there. “i mean, look how easy you bend over for me.”
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