Attention fellow minions:
Apparently Cortex is compiling a list of individuals “hereby banned from Cortex Castle” and that any violations of the decree shall “henceforth immediately result in execution” or whatnot
Amongst the names on the list are Aku Aku, any and all bandicoots, any of the Quantum Masks, any member of Cortex’s family besides Nina, “that guy who sold him a Cadillac without an engine” and Nicolas Cage
Do with that information whatever you want
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For no particular reason whatsoever I’m now mildly obsessed with the notion of (seemingly) unlikely theatre buddies Isaac and Jamie.
Say that – as per what’s suggested in the post linked to above – Isaac’s got all these repressed acting dreams now finding an expression in dressing up for the team, as Santa, as a judge, as any fucking cool thing with an over the top costume. He might well have been sneaking off to watch plays for years. Always alone, ‘cause while he ain’t ashamed of this shit, it’s just. Well. It’s not a thing that big bad footballers do, is is, and it’s too precious and too important for him to risk it being mocked or even just met with incomprehension from the people he works with. He’s fine going on his own, anyway. Saves him having to listen to uninformed opinions about whatever he saw on stage afterwards. (It’s not a secret, per se. He casually mentions plays he’s been to from time to time, and all; it’s just not something he actively involves other people in, at least not until now.)
And Jamie now… Keeley introduced him to theatre and it was a fucking ordeal for both of them, Jamie getting frustrated with having his emotions intentionally roused and then getting chastised for expressing said intentionally roused emotions, and Keeley just wanting to have a pretty boyfriend she could actually bring to things without it getting weird and loud. But for all of that, Jamie quite liked the actual plays: the drama, the theatrics, the flair and big emotions and – yes – costumes*. Good bit of fun, innit. And he’s not an idiot, so he gets the hang of not shouting at the players eventually, and while that’s still a bit annoying people not getting mad at him for getting too involved makes for a smoother experience.
So maybe Jamie takes himself to a play every now and then. And maybe one night when he hasn’t been back at Richmond for more than a few weeks he’s lounging in a non-descript hoodie, incognito like, by the bar between acts and oh, that guy in an equally non-descript hoodie looks familiar, doesn’t he, and yeah, that’s Isaac and Jamie doesn’t quite know what to do with that; he’s still finding his feet as the prodigal son and reformed prick and Isaac’s the captain now and if he’s here dressed like that he probably doesn’t want to be recognized and Jamie’s been trying out this new thing called tact so –
Isaac looks up and catches Jamie’s eyes. For a beat there’s just stillness, a breath held, and then Jamie thinks fuck it and swaggers over because he is dying to discuss if Nora would be better off leaving her husband or smashing Krogstad over the head with a frying pan.
And Isaac finds it’s actually quite fun to have some company and Jamie’s opinions are pretty mad but they’re informed mad somehow and Jamie’s clearly into this and not being a prick at all, so that’s okay. They go for a drink afterwards. A couple of Thursays later Isaac gets an extra ticket for the Almeida’s new production of Medea and asks Jamie to tag along. He never could have fucking imagined, he thinks as they take their seats and he sees his companion lean eagerly forward, just a couple of years ago, that this is where they’d be, that this is something he’d share with Jamie Tartt of all people.
But if it’s good then it’s good, yeah, no sense wondering about it or about what was. Isaac leans back in his chair, relaxing, while next to him Jamie is humming with barely constrained excitement.
The lights dim. The curtain rises.
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Dethvanity is really funny to me conceptually as an episode because you can see how little they had to make the characters insecure about for the bit. They swing for obvious lowblow choices with Pickle' baldness and Nathan's weight and even those require some suspension of disbelief because ok. Sure. Nathan '(said extremely proudly) never skipped a meal in my life!' Explosion is insecure about being a big man now. Nathan *guy who everyone thinks is smoking hot 99% of the time* Explosion is a tiny bit larger than usual and is insecure about it now. Lol. Lmao even.
But anyway then we hit Skwisgaar and Toki and there's like NOTHING to swing for, you can see them going uhhh ok Skwis doesn't sleep he probably drinks a lot of coffee, and Toki? Shit, what does Toki have to be insecure about with his looks. He's perfect, he's adorable, he's ripped. Um. FUCK IT, HE'S DOING NOTHING BUT EATING LEMONS. WE GOT NOTHING, WE GOT NOTHING, JUST GIVE THE BOY CITRUS FRUITS.
WOE 🍋 BE UPON YE
I'm sure i could make some smarter points about the attempts at applying vanity in this ep and how outside of this and a few other moments i do actually like that the show rarely takes pot shots at things like Nathan's weight, but you see Nathan has shirtless scenes in this one and so my intelligence is impeded when all the blood rushes out of my head and into my-
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things I didn't realize back when I lived in an entirely gluten free household with a professional chef brother and mad experimental baker mother:
gluten free food does not exist in the wild. at all.
it is spensive
literally how am i supposed to survive like who designed this. I knew I was spoiled but I didn't know the situation was this dire.
I actually prefer the stores that don't stock gluten free pastries at all, because once in a blue moon, when I step into one of those fancy grocery stores and see that one singular frozen cinnamon roll (smaller than my palm) has a price tag of 98kr (abt 9$) I just start crying on the spot.
I just feel like that SHOULD be illegal.
for reference; a regular (FRESH, not even frozen) gluten filled cinnamon roll at the same fancy store costs abt 25kr (2$).
Also ngl I'm getting kinda sick of the way people percieve gluten free food. Whenever I get accomodated at an event (and don't bring my own food), the person serving it will give me a knowing look and go "well, it's gluten free so it's not like it'll taste good anyways, but here u go" and hand me a half baked chocolate cupcake that tastes like someone substituted the sugar in the recipe with salt. Like, yeah okay I'm glad you guys thought of me but the thought doesn't count for much when you waste your time and money on something you don't even believe can taste good so you settle for just making it inedible on purpose. Please for the sake of my stomach and sanity just send me the menu in advance and I'll bring my own chocolate cupcake. Or better yet: make something that doesn't have gluten in it to begin with, like pavlova or almond cake, the possibilities are endless.
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