I spent the afternoon arranging our books by size and color (and it’s so satisfying and looks amazing) and my partner came home and stared in shock at the bookcase and then said “i’m a librarian, you can’t do this.”
him: you split up all the song of ice and fire books
me: yeah i know, they’re all primary colors, it’s perfect
him: [self-destructs]
my books are arranged mostly by size actually, this isn’t for aesthetic reasons or anything it’s purely a matter of shelf space economy. for example keeping all the mass market paperbacks together allows me to fit four rows of them on a single shelf. sure this can make retrieving a book from one of the back rows a dicey proposition but it’s a small price to pay.
Okay the “green naruto, mean naruto” thing is funny but the obvious parallel for Izuku is Rock Lee and I don’t understand why we don’t talk about that?
Bakugou is like if you threw all the character flaws of Team 7 in a blender and then sprinkled some Young Kakashi on top for arrogance flavor, I love my terrible impostor syndrome son but am under no illusions
Kirishima is well on his way to mastering Talk No Jutsu and I love him for it
there’s a girl whose name is almost but not quite Urahara, but her personality’s more Orihime
Kaminari is Blonde Keigo Asano
and that’s about all I got
I don’t understand why so many people insist decimals are easier than fractions, how on earth is it harder to visualize splitting a pizza equally among five people than whatever “zero point two” is supposed to be
there is no higher form of literature than olde-ass europeans trying to explain the skunk
“The other is a low animal, about the size
of a little dog or cat. I mention it here, not on account of its
excellence, but to make of it a symbol of sin. I have seen three or
four of them. It has black fur, quite beautiful and shining; and has
upon its back two perfectly white stripes, which join near the neck and
tail, making an oval which adds greatly to their grace. The tail is
bushy and [163] well furnished with hair, like the tail of a Fox; it
carries it curled back like that of a Squirrel. It is more white than
black; and, at the first glance, you would say, especially when it
walks, that it ought to be called Jupiter’s little dog. But it is so
stinking, and casts so foul an odor, that it is unworthy of being called
the dog of Pluto. No sewer ever smelled so bad. I would not have
believed it if I had not smelled it myself. Your heart almost fails you
when you approach the animal; two have been killed in our court, and
several days afterward there was such a dreadful odor throughout our
house that we could not endure it. I believe the sin smelled by sainte
Catherine de Sienne must have had the same vile odor.”
Honest to god I can’t understand anything any of them say.
It’s two gay guys using hockey terms to catcall the two presumably straight hockey players (riley and jonesy) who then counter by being comfortable enough to accept the compliments. The conversation then continues along to describe different words and terms for a variety of queer folk as if said words were also hockey players. So when they say a word got cut it’s merely a euphanism for people agreeing not to use that term. The whole scene is two (presumably straight) men being educated gently on the subject by two gay men and listening rather than bickering.
this dialogue is like something out of a greek drama it’s both downright melodic and utterly incomprehensible
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