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#not even into inflation either
cosmiccinnabun · 10 months
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Sitting in this laundromat and seeing how someone who recently followed me is a Sonic blog, I had a flashback moment.
I remember an episode of like… the old Sonic tv show were sonic basically gets like… really big??? And I had to look it up to make sure that actually did happen, and now I’m like “man no wonder I am how I am now.”
Interesting realizing this stuff in a liminal space such as this 😂
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uncanny-tranny · 6 months
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I know this is a very unoriginal observation (much like any other), but I'm finally reading The Great Gatsby, and even I wouldn't describe men the way Nick does.
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todayisafridaynight · 7 months
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So Allegedly Infinite Wealth is 100 hours... not that you can't already spend that long on the games if you really want to, but I'd say it's the first time that could be said to be the base experience rather than a time only hardcore completionists are likely to get.
Yokoyama was talking at length about wanting to make the game worth the price tag since the team is incredibly conscious about the value of the players' time and money. They essentially feel they owe players ten times what they paid, so they're aiming for "an enjoyable 100 hours, but also an unforgettable 100 hours."
If they pull it off, I personally think it'd be 100% worth it and not just a "well other studios are doing it so we can get away with it too" price hike... I'm at least happy to know that's not the intent, and I'm intrigued to see how everything pans out and what the ratio is between story and side content
oh yayaya i saw that article this morning!!! 100 hours is actually so unfathomable to me in terms of an rgg game- i mean y7 was At Minimum around 45~50 hours but when i think of other RPGS that easily dip into 70's and 100's of hours, i'm not too surprised to see LAD start to climb towards those numbers now. it'd be such a jump in rgg's terms tho, so i'm TRULY curious to see where the nearly doubled gameplay hours comes from..
i really appreciate yoko's respect not just to RGGS but also to its customers: they want to make a great product, but they also don't want to sacrifice what they want to do to do that in the process
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ssomisadventures · 7 months
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Found a relic in my basement!
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r0semultiverse · 2 months
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There’s something to be said about how your parents & elderly care are not your responsibility, especially with late stage capitalism getting worse & making taking big breaks out of your life less realistic financially. We need better elderly care, a better system, & we need to let go of this mentality that our parents are our responsibility all at the same time. We are our only responsibilities, but fuck capitalism all at the same time!
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cinnamon-phrog · 1 year
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Fun fact: I nearly fainted today.
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An AITA blog has cropped up on here, and it's completely throwing me actually how many under 20s are on this site. I just skimmed over one and saw Am I (14f) An Asshole? And it's like someone accidentally stepped on the breaks for me, like;
1. Man I Am Getting Old.
2. You're fucking 14 girl, this is probably the only time in your life where you get to be an asshole and embarrassing with relatively low consequences. Just learn from it and grow.
3. A lot of the ones I see are not only from under 18s but also overwhelmingly get Not The Asshole vote I just feel damn sorry for these teens being so unsure of themselves.
Getting a little window into a whole different part of the site is interesting at least...
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wheezel · 1 year
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me constantly shuffling the order of my pronouns like that cup ball game
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opens-up-4-nobody · 2 years
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#my brain is not very good at solidifying concepts so im just going rant a bit until i can made sense to myself#the conception and evolution of life is so fucking cazy. its a self assembling machine. building and building and building#without direction. traits flow like a river. branching. halting. repurposing parts for new adaptations#what we see now was not the goal. what u see is an assemblage of traits that avaided death#the creatures u see are not always reflective of their total evolutionary history. somtimes the organisms that survive originate from the#group of weirdos compared to their sister species. the freak survives to confuse paleontologists#paleontology has infinity elevated my appreciation for the study of animals and plants. ive never been very interested in either but the#way they change over time. the creeping of traits. animals are organic machines of flesh and blood. i cant not see them that way. ive been#watching dissection videos and the complexity. the way theyre structured. skin and muscle and viscera all working in perfect order until#theyre not. robust and impossibly fragile. and they came to be as they are by the tumble of genetics thru history. a record of which we#have below our feet. pressed flat. years and years and years. and all that started with a tiny assemblage of molecules that didnt even take#that long to manifest on this plant in the grand scheme of things. it seems impossible that life couldnt be common under the right#conditions. there's so much we'll never kno. we have a limited record but with what we have we can see so much#its just so... its so fucking profoundly interesting. leaning abt paleontology has profoundly changed how i see the world. im so fucking#glad i started listening to common decent bc its warmed my fingers just a tiny bit and i was so so cold. im still cold#im so tired. my brain is exhausting. i wish it understood that if i slept for more than like 4hrs i could focus better#bc i wanted to spend my weekend learning. not stuck in a fog making myself miserable. and yet i dont let myself sleep. i could if i tried#but my brain wont let me try. in my cells is a history of life for a single lineage. my Brain is so remarkablely complex that its capable#of self awareness. introspection. and the intentional inflation of pain upon itself and it's host body#robust but fragile. another aspect of life i find most interesting is where things start to break down. what are the limit?#at what point do things start to come unspooled? and why? what does that say about our history?#sometimes i have a thought thats very unproductive. we humans are destroying the planet. our actions will and have perpetuated vast amounts#of suffering and death. but at the same time life has crept around so much death and suffering. a world without us would continue to#proliferate. we cant kill literally everything. something will survive to stretch across the surface of rhe earth once we're gone. change#continuing. unproductive as i said but also somehow comforting. a nearly empty world filled with now useless information abd only things#tbat creep and crawl. or thats what i like to think. we could prob kill everything if we tried#complex brains capable of infinite destruction#unrelated
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breewitch · 1 year
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I wouldn't say my social bubble is terribly small. My former manager thought comparing safaris a suitable small talk topic. I had colleagues who played golf and were landlords. (Thanks to their middle-class families, not our salaries. The women in any case because men didn't discuss theirs).
But it's only their complaints about the current crisis that make me realize what being middle-class was/is really like. The small things, that is. I knew about the home-owner, 2 cars per family and holidays abroad standard (none of that necessarily as big/new/expensive as in Western Europe). Sounds neat, I have no trouble imagining living like that.
But until this nightmare inflation they'd just buy any food they wanted, including the most expensive out-of-season fruits and vegetables? Not just what was on sale? They'd take baths any time they wanted and went to restaurants all the time? And it's so difficult for them to give that up?
I do have compassion for them and worry about the impact of middle class struggling on the rest of the society, but I didn't even realize in how different worlds we lived.
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isa-ah · 2 years
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might crowd source my new glasses bc it's $99 for an eye exam and then $200-300 for a new pair bc my prescription is FUCKED and our wedding is in. less than a month. & over the weeks we've hardly been able to put away $200 for going so far out of state like. ahhh
$ruckusthekid or paypal perhaps?
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sunuism · 2 years
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i hate this city so much… i once again got an ad for student housing and the cheapest spot was 7000+ kr and their apartments that could house 2 people were like 12000… no normal student could afford that that’s insane
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lynxgirlpaws · 4 months
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I've been watching some of your videos and your voice is like this close to sounding like a valley girl accent
okay how the FUCK do I fix this
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laisai · 9 months
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my landlord is so nice i always feel so guilty I can't clean more and take care of the place better 😭
like im not kidding she's very genuine and kind. she thinks about affordability for me and tried to help me save money and is hesitant to even rent out at market price after i leave because market price is insane and unaffordable; she'd rather lose money and help rent to good people...
😭😭
anyway ik many landlords are awful, even if theyre not the big company type ones, but there's also genuinely good people out there who happen to have spaces to rent out and understand that being a landlord comes with a lot of responsibility.
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harunovella · 3 months
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*:・゚✧*:・゚✧ love language; s.g.
synopsis: when gojo satoru first fell in love with you content: teen gojo era, fem!reader, gojo is head over heels (love at first sight), hopeless!romantic gojo, 1k+ words of gojo just being an absolute fool in love, not beta read (sorry for any errors!) note: I've been wanting to create a sort of anthology series for some of my favs so here's a test run! I rlly wanna do lil drabbles/oneshots that can both be standalone but also can be read as something continuous revolving around Gojo's story with his soulmate... pls lmk if you'd like to see more of gojo and his mochi (aka you!)
Gojo Satoru didn't entirely know what love was; what with being raised by other people who weren't his actual mother and father, how could he? All he ever knew was a life of being the Honored One, since the day he was born. Nothing but a weapon. Living as the strongest and treated like a god... he never knew what real love felt like. He never knew what it was like to give or receive it. At least, not this way.
Geto Suguru and Ieiri Shoko were his best friends, the closest thing to real family. It wasn't like he didn't have any, at least not while growing up, but were they really family when all they ever did was train him and treat him like the eighth wonder of the world? Unlike everyone else, at least Suguru and Shoko treated him like a human. They loved him for who he was, but didn't hesitate to snap him into place when his ego was too inflated. They were there for him, even when expressing whatever demons that he held within him was hard to manage. If it wasn't for them, he wasn't sure exactly how he'd go about his life. Sure, he'd act like everything was fine and dandy, money could buy him happiness as he had plenty of it... and he was pretty much unstoppable, but the idea of living a life without either of them didn't sit well in his stomach.
So, sure, Satoru did now a bit about love, at least the love he felt for his best friends, but nothing like what he felt in this moment. The moment his eyes first fell on you.
He hadn't a clue as to who you were, only seeing you stroll along the grounds of Jujutsu High with your little uniform. The typical jacket, a skirt beneath, knee high socks, loafers... and your hair in a low ponytail that was held together by an overly large ribbon. Cute was the first thing that came to mind, along with the terrifying sound of his racing heart. Who were you? How come he had never seen you before? Maybe it was because he didn't pay attention to any one else besides a handful of people. He'd be lying if he said he was sure the technical college held more than five students. 
In the midst of sipping away at his little box of strawberry milk, walking alongside Suguru and Shoko, Satoru's eyes had aimlessly wandered along his environment as his two best friends had been discussing evening plans. It wasn't like him to care about what was going on around him, so it was quite the miracle that his eyes were looking anywhere but ahead of him... but, maybe this was destiny.
It felt like the world was suddenly moving slowly around him, rather dramatically like a movie. His lips parted as the tiny straw fell out of it, hidden gaze behind his circular frames becoming exposed as the glasses slid down the bridge of his nose. You looked so graceful, the afternoon sun beaming down on you, your smile as bright as his eyes... he had to have been in love. This had to have been love. What else could it have been? Why else was his heart fluttering so quickly? Why else was he caught in a daze by your beauty? No one else, not a single soul, ever caught his attention this way so you must've been his soulmate.
There was something about you, from your gorgeous hair, to the cute bow, down to the uniform and the way it suited your form to the way you... wait, were you laughing with... Nanami Kento? Gojo's heart stopped as his grip on the milk grew tight, causing the contents to squeeze right out and squirt all over his face.
The sound of laughter caught his attention as he quickly looked at his two best friends, embarrassment filling his face as he looked back at you to see you now looking in his direction. Quickly wiping his face and turning away to scold his best friends, Gojo tossed the now empty carton at Geto. "Shut up!"
"What the hell did you do?" Suguru shook his head, wiping his tears as his shoulders shook with every laugh that rumbled throughout his torso. "Losing your cool over a girl, huh?"
"I said shut up!" Satoru snapped, cheeks burning with heat, embarrassed that he was that obvious.
"Must've struck something in him for him to spill milk all over his face like the doofus he is," Shoko snickered as Suguru went for a high five.
Swatting their hands and glaring at the two, Gojo hissed, "nothing happened, I squeezed too hard."
"Right," the two said in sync before eyeing one another, smirking and stifling a laugh.
Shoving past them as he kept walking ahead, grumbling to himself, Gojo couldn't help but peak over in your direction. You had already turned your attention back to the two on either side of you—Nanami along with Yu Haibara. Since when did they have a friend that was a girl? And when did you appear? He should've known seeing as both were his junior and both trained quite close to Suguru and himself. So you must've been new... He supposed he'd find more out about you, knowing he'd find a way to get under Nanami's skin and get anything out of him. He must've known a lot about you...
Gojo smirked to himself. He'd get his way.
"No," Nanami spoke as he crossed his arms. The confidence in Gojo's face instantly fading away. He didn't even hesitate, cancelling his plans with his best friends to bribe Kento into giving him some information. He swore taking his junior to his favorite bakery would help him out, but, no! Kento, being the wise boy he was, took advantage of Satoru paying for food in a false exchange for information. "I'm not going to be your middle man."
"Why not?!" Gojo whined, throwing himself back in his seat dramatically. "Just one thing! Something! Anything! She's the love of my life!"
Narrowing his eyes as he sipped away at his water, Nanami settled the glass down before crossing his arms once again. "Love of your life? You don't even know her name—"
"Because you won't tell me!" Gojo cried, throwing his head back and stomping his foot as if he was about to throw a tantrum. "Please, please! I beg of you, tell me something about her! Besides her name, what's her favorite color? Maybe her favorite food? Or... or what's her favorite date spot!"
"Satoru, I am not about to ask her what her favorite date spot is," Nanami deadpanned. "I'll give you her name and that's all. Everything else is on you. I'm not going to play matchmaker, let alone, set you up with someone so far out of your league."
Gasping in offense, Gojo clutched his chest. "Out of my league? Sure, she's a pure angel, a real heavenly being, but I like to think I am, too!"
"Egotistical..." Kento mumbled as Gojo frowned. "I'm only telling you one thing to get you off my back. You can't ask me anything ever again in order to get close to her. That's on you."
Pressing his hands together and interlocking his fingers, Gojo gave his best puppy eyes as he jutted out his bottom lip. "Please, I promise to leave you be after!"
"You better," the blond man grumbled before giving his senior your name. "She likes to sit under the cherry blossoms on the eastern side of the campus. If you want to find her and talk to her, she's usually there on her down time." At that, Nanami stood up and tucked his seat back into the table. Just as he was about to leave, he stopped in his tracks, turning to face the white haired young man. "All I ask of you is to be... gentle. She's a nice girl. I don't need you breaking her heart."
Sitting up with confidence as a wide grin took over his face, Satoru nodded with his thumbs up. "Believe me, I wont! I know this is love!" Seeing Nanami roll his eyes before leaving, Gojo happily sighed before looking out the window. Leaning his chin in the palm of his hand, he eyed the cherry blossom that had petals delicately swaying in the wind. "She's my soulmate, I know we are destined to be."
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bomnun · 1 year
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blue box buying the most ad views for () makes me doubt even less that they inflated their album sales …
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they’re supposed to have increased their album sales 7x in one year… most of the fandom growth was between tomboy and nxde too, the fandom hasn’t grown since 🤔🤔🤔
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