We all know this game only exists to personally punish the McElroys for, in their hubris, birthing the Final Pam
Bethany Esda, how could you?!
She’s just an independent game developer and needs to pay the medical bills of all those eviserated by the Final Pam, you can’t blame her for trying to make money
we think Greeks were a very rational people and all until we learn about the Buphonia, an Athenian ritual where a laboring ox had to be sacrificed but at the same time, this was considered a terrible crime. so when the priest killed it with an axe, he had to throw it aside and get the fuck out of there running for his life. then the rest of the people discovered the crime scene and blamed the axe, the only one present. the axe was immediately carried before the court of the Prytaneum which charged the axe with having caused the death of the ox. sometimes it was absolved, others, it was thrown into the sea,
You cannot tell me they didn’t do all of this with a sense of humor.
Athena, goddess of wisdom, watching her dumbass patron city do this shit:
MBMBAM!Justin: wholesome; a good, good boy; loves his brothers; bad at telling jokes and making up songs; wants to munch
Sawbones!Justin: loves his wife; impressed by her knowledge and intelligence; horrified by nature and humanity in general; did I mention he loves his wife?
TAZ!Justin: Tired 24/7; constantly looking for ways to destroy Griffin’s sanity; 1008% done with Clint; just wants to rest; praying for death; too cool for school
Polygon!Justin: An Old God; the most horrifying creature of darkness to ever live; chaotic evil
I’m losing my mind I just saw panic in Pittsburgh and while they set up Africa by Toto came on and the entire crowd went wild and turned on their phone lights and sang and I was sitting next to a dad in his fifties and he was SO confused he said “this wasn’t even this big of a hit when it came out???”
“If you have to ask whether you’re in the Good Parlor…you aren’t.”
Somebody describe these parlors to me.
Because maybe it’s obvious and the Good Parlor is the one with the really comfy chairs with gilded armrests and the cool knicknacks to look at, and the You’re Not Special Parlor has chairs that look awesome but are uncomfortable as shit to actually sit in and the lampshades are slightly askew so when you’re sitting in your uncomfortable chair you also have the light shining in your eyes and the statuettes on the tea table are eyeing you dubiously, and the Fuck Off Parlor has chairs that stab you with springs on purpose and shadows keenly engineered to hide a table at prime shin-barking height and that picture is sure as shit following you with its eyes and there’s an hourglass that somehow feels like it will set an ancient and dire curse on you if you’re not gone before it runs out.
Or maybe they’re just three different exquisitely-appointed parlors and there’s nothing distinctly Good or Fuck Off about them but one day you’re led to a different parlor than the one you’ve become used to and you are on absolute tenterhooks trying to figure out if you’ve been promoted or added to the Shit List.
my irl house has only one parlor but it becomes the good parlor if barb stops playing wii long enough to make eye contact
i’m introducing my little cousins (ages 3 and 6) to studio ghibli movies. the first one we watched was ponyo, and we watched it like 6 times in two days because the 3-year-old kept requesting it on repeat, and she started crying when we suggested we watch something new, so i told her “this one is just like ponyo” to console her long enough to get five minutes into spirited away and realize she likes it
anyway now she refers to spirited away as “ponyo 2” and the rest of my studio ghibli collection as “the ponyos”
the 3-year-old approached me with the cat returns and asked “can we watch this ponyo next?”
This child sounds adorable, please guide her on the right path
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