yknow, the after the battle version of dearly beloved that plays at the end of kh2 is laced with so much sorrowful nostalgia for me.
there are a lot of memories embedded in KH2 for me, it was my comfort game as a kid. it was the game i turned to after bad days at school, and the game i showed to friends in hopes they understood why i loved it.
it's specifically how id finish the game and think "that... wasn't a happy ending, was it?" Roxas and Naminé disappeared, but Sora and Kairi are together!!! and for a second, you can think "at least they can rest easy..."
but then, that after the battle theme hits. im staring at that last screen with my battle stats shown, and there's something about it that hurts. maybe it's the composition. maybe it's the single instrument. i don't know. but the end of kh2 was always so fuckin sad to me. that music, I think, played a huge part in it.
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being self aware suuuucks like yeah this thought pattern/behavior is stupid and pointless and a symptom. i know this. [does it anyways
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dungeon meshi at the gay bar
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if you are the type of person to tell a girl to stop driving around with an adult sized plastic skeleton strapped into the backseat of her car do not imagine even for one second that you could ever score a girl who would drive around with an adult sized plastic skeleton in the backseat of her car
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today was single handedly the best day of my life. i caught a cop stealing from the store i work at
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TRANS MEI DRAGON JUMPSCARE 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
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y’all just— thinking about how excited Stanley must have been to host the twins— Alex says he smokes cigars but he doesn’t smoke once in the show— has a beer gut but he only drinks sodas in front of the kids— doesn’t swear when they’re around which must have taken INCREDIBLE effort— Stanley Pines, known crook, buying pancake mix at the supermarket and many bottles of syrup— learning to cook basic healthy meals and burning so many of them before he gets it right— buying new sheets, new mattresses— avoiding bunk beds because it reminds him of Ford— looking at the attic room he made wondering “is this enough will they like me”— trying to act aloof at the bus stop so he doesn’t betray the fact that he was there hours early— watching them goof around and thinking of New Jersey beaches— then the first night they’re there, he watches them debate running away and only stay because Mabel shook a magic 8 ball. That must have kept him awake all night.
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the fact that i'm no longer the same age as the protagonists of novels and films i once connected to is so heartbreaking. there was a time when I looked forward to turning their age. i did. and i also outgrew them. i continue to age, but they don't; never will. the immortality of fiction is beautiful, but cruel.
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i think we shouod terraform earth to make it completely flat because itd be fun
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can’t stop thinking about my friend’s cishet partner who said last night that he doesn’t think anyone is the same gender. god-tier take.
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