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i rly like how this turned out yay
zappaaaa and s-ko picking out earrings for him
Watercolor itaame i'll post none itaame soon
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Yo bucchigiri nation you still around
everybody watch this show
You're wasting your tongue with lame excuses and lies
Now what's on your nasty old mind?
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i know a lot of people hate Bucchigiri because of Arajin, and tbh I totally understand that. But he is utterly fascinating to me as a character in a way that's really compelling.
He's selfish, shallow, a kiss-ass, and he despises confrontation. And yet he carves pretty stones to show his affection. In that way he's careful, devoted, and motivated by other people. But he doesn't actually think about what those people genuinely want from him; he projects his own desires onto others and by attempting to fulfill them, only ever really satisfies his own ego.
He's so simple-minded, so straightforward and determined, but he makes everything so needlessly complicated. I can't tell if he only cares about what others think of him, or if he genuinely fundamentally cares about people and just doesn't know how to show it or act on it because he's an immature teenager.
He's great to watch and I enjoy his cringe fail nature.
Compilation of Zappa’s hair doing this thing
I, Italy Veneziano, have a dream...
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Bucchigiri?! and 'being Honki' - a Show about Identity and Human Connection
With Hiroko Utsumi's newest work as a director now completed, I want to take a moment to discuss the thematic through-lines of Bucchigiri?! and explain why I think that the story was very coherent even if it first seemed erratic.
At the heart of the series is the concept of the Honki Person(TM) - and that's where the confusion starts. Leaving the word 'Honki' in Japanese for the subs suggests a lore-heavy emphasis on some kind of supernatural mechanic in-story. It caused many viewers expected a well-defined shounen-typical power system - but that isn't what Honki is nor what it was ever meant to be.
"Honki" is the Japanese word 本気, which means Seriousness, Earnestness (or doing something 'in earnest, for real' if used as an adverb). 'Honki People' literally just means 'Earnest People'
And thus "Honki" is doing double duty as a red herring Lore Concept and a regular word - an intentional ambiguity that is inevitably lost by translation.
In the show, the characters do initially think of the 'Honki Person' as a literal thing to become (a supernaturally powerful master martial artist) rather than as a state of being in which one is earnest - but the thing is that the narrative proves them wrong.
Alright man alright.
Two years ago, this war began. I was barely fourteen then.
Today I am almost sixteen, after living through two years that felt like a hundred filled with pain, displacement, and loss.
Two years of war that devoured our dreams and childhood, stealing our sense of safety, our education, our very lives.
I used to be a top student, full of big hopes for my future.
But I’ve lost two whole years of learning, two years of my life, my future, my self.
This cursed war destroyed everything around us.
It changed our faces and left our bodies frail from hunger and deprivation.
It denied us food and water, medicine and rest, everything that makes life bearable.
It erased all our beautiful memories, stole our laughter and peace, and left us wearing the faces of survivors.
My family and I have lived between bombings and ruins, hunger and fear.
We moved from place to place searching for shelter, sometimes sleeping under the open sky,
sometimes in places unfit for life, between the freezing cold and the burning sun.
I’ve seen the fear in my sister’s and brother’s eyes, and in the faces of the few friends who remain.
I’ve seen my father, sick and jobless, helpless to provide us with food.
And I’ve seen my mother try to stay strong while everything around us collapses.
Two years of impossible survival. Two years of waiting for a ceasefire that never came.
And today, after the announcement of a new ceasefire agreement, we feel both hope and fear.
We pray that this time it will hold, that this time it will be real.
Hope that this nightmare will finally end, and fear that we will be let down once again,
as we have every time peace seemed near and this cursed war continued.
Please, don’t leave us alone.
Help us. Share our voices. Support us in any way you can.
Gaza today is not a place for the living. It’s a witness to the world’s silence.
My name is Ahmad, from Gaza.
I once dreamed of becoming something great.
But now I only dream of a day without bombing, and a morning that feels like the ones we used to know before the war.
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🇵🇸 Hope that this time, peace will finally hold.
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The currency has collapsed, and the entire commercial exchange is on the verge of collapse. The paper value of every $100 is only $60, and the purchasing power of every $60 does not exceed $10. Simply put, $60 is not enough to buy one kilogram of sugar or one kilogram of flour! This means that work is worthless and money has no meaning. If you need $100 a day to secure a single meal of lentil falafel, fava beans, and a cup of tea... everyone is hungry. Those with good morals, principles, and values are the most miserable and hungry. We are going through the most difficult times. We are only talking about one thing, so what about the cost of medicine, treatment, transportation, and many other things? Some people think this is exaggerated, but unfortunately, this is the reality. In order for us to survive and be patient, even if only for a short period, we are in dire need of your help and donations. With your donation, I may be able to provide a meal or medicine.
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