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As far as I’m concerned, pokemon villain writing peaked with Guzma. Legitimately worried about the erosion of culture due to hyper-tourism surrounding their sacred rites and practices. Abused as a child, ran away from home to start his countries only youth hostel for similarly troubled kids, and funds it with crime. Bug type specialist, with an ace that is mostly known for its first stage being cowardly. Cultivates a big scary persona as a defense mechanism to protect himself and his members, no one can beat big bad Guzma, so they don’t have to be afraid anymore. His grunts trust him enough to ask him for help when they screw up, despite the fact that they all come from troubled homes. Was so significant that pokemon switched from having cartoonishly evil bad guys and teams to the current model of “sympathetic and understandable antagonist that has some very good points, even as they oppose the protagonist, and is in some way actively doing good in their community by supporting those who are the most in need of assistance, due to some legitimate failing of the current system.” There is a cartoon villain looming behind him, but they’re a twist and not the main team presented. Everyone wants to be him, but they can never replicate the perfection that is this man.

Thank you for your service Guzma
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Went to an estate sale today at the house of someone who used to make teddy bears and I got a tiny pair of teddy bear glasses for a dollar.

They fit my cat skull perfectly!
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Is this a portal to a Sea Otter Universe or otter 972 just enjoying some pawsome enrichment? Either way, it’s otterly adorable. 💚🦦🟢
Photos by Mammalogist Alex
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Back on my hyperfixation bullshit with cute nerd who's never held hands before her, let alone kiss someone
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nobody told me that apothecary diaries was actually FIRE at writing romance!??!? like omg- i cant even describe how good it is. like usually with animes and romance it kinda seems a little forced into the spotlight or just forgotten and then suddenly shows up but its done really well here?? like the progression of feelings is actually natural, everyone realizing the relationship between them is really nice as well?? not to mention that theyre ACTUALLY LIKEABLE. LIKE HOLY SHIT- the amount of animes that have an unlikable love interest is actually lowkey insane. or just a love interest that does have ANYTHING to do with the MC until the last moment. this is so good omgomgomg i want moreee
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Something about Apothecary Diaries and the complexity of what it means to have a mother. Something about Maomao and her only memories of her mother being silence or a pain that has nothing to do with her but is reflected onto her anyway, and yet still engineering things so that Lakan, years later, would come to find and marry her. Something about all of the courtesans in the Verdigris House being like mother figures to Maomao, yet never paying attention to her when she cried. Something about Loulan doing everything in her power to not be a mother - taking drugs to avoid it, knowing that to have a child would be a selfish, cruel thing, even down to 'killing' the children who adore her. Something about Jinshi, and both of his mothers - the one who birthed him and the one who raised him. Anshi, and raising him to be mature and older than he should have had to be to be the opposite of his grandfather, the man who victimized her, and Ah-Duo, unable to be in his life because she chose to give him up. Something about mothers not being unconditional and uncomplicated; something about motherhood being absent, ugly, confined by circumstance or by past pain. Something about not wanting to be your mother; something about being too much like your mother. Something about how your mother haunts you regardless.
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i don’t think people understand how much of life is grief. not just people dying, but losing the version of yourself you thought you’d become. grieving the city you had to leave. the friends you lost not in argument, but in silence. the summer that will never come back. the feeling that maybe you peaked at 12 when you were reading books under the covers and believing in forever
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Elephant hawk moth, from photos a couple of weeks back.
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