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So, okay. In the Anime, Nurse Joy is one of a couple of NPC families, probably an in-joke about being based on an RPG. In the original series, they were all identical individuals who were related (through marriage inexplicably sometimes) who shared the same name.

Not only are they physically identical, but they also have regional variants, which honestly are just like clothing style and hairstyle differences as art changes aside, they still look similar enough between regions that a hairstyle change could make them pretty good ringers for one another.

But, then in Diamond Pearl, they delivered this shocker:

We met Marnie and Page Joy and their father, Karsten. The implication is that

1.) Nurse Joy genes are passed down matrilineally. Anybody can have a child with the Nurse Joy and there is a chance they'll be like a clone of the mother.

2.) Joy is in fact their last name and that too, is passed down matrilineally. Having a living father does not stop them from having the last name Joy.

Now, Horizons/Pokemon SV gives us a unique specimen. A teenage/young adult delinquent Nurse Joy. Now, the Mossui Town Pokemon Center Lady isn't CONFIRMED to be a Nurse Joy relative and as far as we know, there's no other nurses in her region that resemble her.

In the most recent Japanese episode, we also see a Grandma Joy, confirming in fact that Nurse Joy does age, but also she's a Kanto Nurse Joy with a unique hairstyle compared to even the Joys at the same Pokemon Center.

But, then there's Molly. Molly is the first Pokemon Nurse who's a main character. She's IMPLIED to be a Nurse Joy as she claims to come from a family of Pokemon Doctors and is seen eventually working for Pokemon Centers.

When she as a young Pokemon Doctor, she bore a passing resemblance to a Galarian Nurse Joy, but notably, has always had a distinct design from the identical Nurse Joy family, which grew more distinct when she became independent and decided to travel the world treating Pokemon rather than stay at a Pokemon Center.

However, despite being a distinct design, she shares the basic physical features of a Nurse Joy as well as the voice actor, implying some manner of relation.

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Last week I accidentally took an edible at 10x my usual dose. I say “accidentally” but it was really more of a “my friend held it out to my face and I impulsively swallowed it like a python”, which was technically on purpose but still an accident in that my squamate instincts acted faster than my ability to assess the situation and ask myself if I really wanted to get Atreides high or not.

Anyway. I was painting the wall when it hit. My friend heard me make a noise and asked what was wrong—I explained that I had just fallen through several portals. I realized that painting the wall fulfilled my entire hierarchy of needs, and was absolutely sure that I was on track to escaping the cycle of samsara if I just kept at it a little longer. I was thwarted on my journey towards nirvana only by the fact that I ran out of paint.

Seeking a surrogate act of humble service through which I might be redeemed and made human, I turned to unwashed dishes in the sink and took up the holy weapon of the sponge. I was partway through cleaning the blender when it REALLY hit.

You ever clean a blender? It’s a shockingly intimate act. They are complex tools. One of the most complicated denizens of the kitchen. Glass and steel and rubber and plastic. Fuck! They’ve got gaskets. You can’t just scrub ‘em and rinse them down like any other piece of shit dish. You’ve got to dissemble them piece by piece, groove by sensitive groove, taking care to lavish the spinning blades with cautious attention. There’s something sensual about it. Something strangely vulnerable.

As I stood there, turning the pieces over in my hands, I thought about all the things we ask of blenders. They don’t have an easy job. They are hard laborers taking on a thankless task. I have used them so roughly in my haste for high-density smoothies, pushing them to their limits and occasionally breaking them. I remembered the smell of acrid smoke and decaying rubber that filled the kitchen in the break room the last time I tried to make a smoothie at work—the motor overtaxed and melted, the gasket cracked and brittle. Strawberry slurry leaked out of it like the blood of a slain animal.

Was this blender built to last? Or was it doomed to an early grave in some distant landfill by the genetic disorder of planned obsolescence? I didn’t know, and was far too high to make an educated guess. But I knew that whatever care and tenderness and empathy I put into it, the more respect for the partnership of man and machine, the better it would perform for me.

This thought filled me with a surge of affection. However long its lifespan, I wanted it to be filled with dignity and love and understanding. I thought: I bet no one has hugged this blender before. And so I lifted it from its base.

A blender is roughly the size and shape of a human baby. Cradling one in your arms satisfies a primal need. A month ago I was permitted to hold an infant for the first time in my life, an experience which was physically and psychologically healing. I felt an echo of that satisfaction holding my friend the blender, and the thought of parting with it felt even more ridiculous than bringing it with me to hang out on my friend’s bed.

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Hey y’all wanna see the worlds most appropriately unhinged phantom of the opera as it came up on my FYP?

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have you noticed that they don't even want you right clicking anymore

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As a general rule of fantasy and sci-fi naming, the closer to the back half of the alphabet the average letter in their name is, the eviller they are. A name that doesn't contain any consonants north of R is poison frog colouration. If it uses Y as a vowel in a non-terminal position you're basically fucked.

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You’re not depressed. You just need $250,000 in your bank account.

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Here for the Black girls with ass Here for the Black girls with no ass Here for the Black girls with curves Here for the Black girls with no curves Here for the Black girls with long hair Here for the Black girls with short/no hair Here for the Black girls with natural hair Here for the Black girls with weave/relaxers Here for the Black girls with clear skin Here for the Black girls with acne/stretch marks/scars Here for the Black girls with dark eyes Here for the Black girls with light eyes Here for the Black girls that are all Black Here for the Black girls who are half/quarter Here for the Black girls who are ghetto Here for the Black girls who are nerdy Here for the Black girls who are high-maintenance Here for the Black girls who be chillin Here for the Black girls who are stoners Here for the Black girls who hold Bibles Here for the Black girls who are sexual Here for the Black girls who are asexual Here for the Black girls who are saving themselves Here for the Black girls who have casual sex Here for the Black girls in crop tops and daisy dukes Here for the Black girls with skirts to the ground I’m here for Black girls I’ll always be here for Black girls Because we are worth it.

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Chocolate guy... What the fuck!?

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7 most adhd moods

–the Only Mood everyone else knows about: i  wanna do THIS and THIS and THIS and THIS and THIS and–SQUIRREL

–galaxy brain: i was listening to the lecture but the prof said something that reminded me of something else and now i’m not sure how much time i was lost in thought

–the tutorial only comes in video format: i’m sorry, but you’ve thrown off the emperor’s groove *hurls product & its tutorial video into the sun*

–damn you hyperfocus: i went to bed intending to wake up and write but this morning i was possessed by a cleanliness spirit and spent the next 14 hours organizing the apartment

–i dont think u tried at all.jpg: did i seriously spend an entire free day refreshing twitter b/c i didn’t want to spend 10 minutes finishing my hw but wouldn’t let myself do anything else until i finished it???? (yes)

–patrick star: *unlocks phone* time to check the weather. *opens twitter* the weather. *opens messenger* the weather. *opens mobage game* the weather. *opens facebook* the weather. *opens twitter again* THE WEA–

–smells like depression: literally everything is too boring. i’m going back to sleep

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I watched Leverage for the first time way too young, and a lot of things went over my head. I just rewatched "The Future Job" from Leverage and something about this scene just hit me.

The way they broke down the mysticism around the predatory psychic for Parker feels so intentional both in character and out of character.

In character, they do not judge Parker for falling for the con. The team is supportive and kind as they explain how a cold read works to her. They break it down for her step by step. They never belittle her nor do they pry about her past. This approach makes sense for Parker as a charcter, and it's sweet to see her friends try to help her through a difficult moment this way.

And out of character, it's kind of like they are telling the audience "it's okay if you've fallen prey to this scam. We're living in hard times and this is exceedingly cruel even by our standards. You aren't stupid, you are human. Here's some tools to avoid being tricked like this in the future". I cannot tell you the number of times I've realized I was being manipulated because of how this scene stuck with me.

I love the writers of Leverage, but something about this episode always makes me feel like the writers truly cared for their audience. I'm not sure if this was intentional or if I'm reading into it. But damn I think about this scene a lot.

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😇 Come across good people and happy ending 🐈