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Completed Gem Dog Room

Thoughts on TWEWY episode 2

- twister being the opening theme song was an amazing choice, good job guys

- the pacing is a slight bit better but the impact that they’re dead feels like it coulda hit harder

- neku’s personality still hasn’t completely kicked in for me yet, but maybe that’s just me (I guess I mean I miss his sass)

- Shiki’s internal struggle with her friendship with Eri and her self loathing was executed pretty well (but I miss the mr. new jab and how he’s more like a piggy)

- beat and rhyme feel like they’re closer friends sorta

Overall, the character development is going more towards the deurotagonists rather than Neku, which I’m fine with sorta but I feel like the show is missing out on him and making him a kinda bland protag. Lemme know what you think in the comments!

Divine rose keyblade!

Griping over every little detail, sometimes blurs out the whole picture. Take in life as a whole, what will nitpicking get you?

They aren't perfect, but I hope you like them as much as I like you ❤️

since i have not seen anybody share information on this here, please pay attention to the philippines right now and provide any support you can. if this bill passes, people's basic rights to free speech will be taken from them.

anyone seeing this from the ph, please stay safe and stay strong. these are scary times.

I’m on episode 2 of “Lessons with Uramichi oniisan”, this show is the literal definition of “who hurt you?” And then you remember “right, adulting, got it”. The nihilism really hits hard, I’m obsessed 10/10 would recommend

A sort of silver lining to the “Jerry” episode is that if BMO is still kickin’ around, that probably means all the other MOs are hangin’ at the MO factory. BMO doesn’t count as life by the Lich’s wish, so I’m just gonna go with the thought that they still have their cute lil’ society out in the desert somewhere. RIP Mo though, but he WAS thousands of years old.

For my sister and her soon-to-be husband

Drowning

It used to be a calm, open ocean, the beaches were clean, the sunset , bright and vast across the sky before dwindling into a chasm-like darkness. It wasn’t ever a cold darkness, just comforting, and like a canvas which sprinkled bright stars across the sky.

Now that ocean has become ravenous, the beach floor covered with glass, plastic and oils, the once sandy floors barely visible. Once you try to dip your feet, you’re only swept away by the harsh torrent, you, an air breather only trying to swim atop the relentless waves, but only getting swept up again in a sea of agony.

Your lungs fill to the brim, and your arms try to wane against the water in a desperate attempt to float again. Another wave hits and you’re sent tumbling, your back wounded and bleeding from the debris on the floor and you only feel the void take you.

You call for help, but the guard at the podium looks away, ignoring your plight as they have other waters they need to wade. Your eyes are red from salt and the despair that no one wants to, no one will save you unless you learn how to swim.