Love character arcs where two people start in the same shitty place but one of them starts toward redemption and the other spirals further and further downward. Like yessssss the hardship of choosing to become a better person in spite of who you were before and the people who want you to stay like that. yessssssss suffer and spiral and become worse in spite of the better choice you refuse to accept. yesssssssss the inherent tragedy of losing someone you once loved to the person they are now.
"are bls to raunchy nowadays?" No, go outside. "where are all the sweet bls with no sex, violence, porn or drugs?" there's 26 coming out from one studio and offgun are starring in 16 of them while geminifourth star in the other 42 open your eyeballs
"Just like we talked about in this booth, back in middle school."
"It was that booth."
"Are you sure it was that one?"
"Yep. That booth."
I love that Min just lies in this scene because he's upset about Ryan leaving.
The pictures are at slightly different angles, so I overlapped the window and recorded a transition of one image to another, but- it's almost exactly the same. There's no way what Min is saying is true.
Like, the first watch through I thought it was supposed to tell us something about Ryan. That he isn't focused, that he doesn't remember things as well, that he didn't care for detail.
But it's telling us about Min. He holds grudges! He's petty! He wants to be right and won't admit it when he's wrong!
Miya is the best character in sk8 hes literally so funny. hes thirteen years old, he regularly beats adults asses in the illegal skateboarding ring. he wears cat hoodies and little sailor boy outfits, hes a little bitch, hes my son whom I raised, he regularly calls people slimes he just wants friends
i desperately need knb (kuroko’s basketball) to get a popularity resurgence 😕 like where are all the haikyuu and other sports anime girlies at you’ll love knb trust
one of these days i'm writing some kind of essay about lost media and humanity's need to solve loose ends. people only care about it because its lost. people only know its lost because somebody cared about it. it's such an achingly beautiful concept. it's such a horrifying fate. it's about mortality and the traitor that is memory and about love. its about the human spirit and a new kind of folklore. all forms of media preservation are a race against the deprecation and physical decomposition of their storage medium. i hope there's a heaven for art.