Love that the plot of “Choco Milk Shake” is basically a guy having two strangers sitting in front of his door who explain to him they are his late pet dog and cat. And said guy just goes with it like: “Guess that’s my life now” 🤷♂️
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Love that the plot of “Choco Milk Shake” is basically a guy having two strangers sitting in front of his door who explain to him they are his late pet dog and cat. And said guy just goes with it like: “Guess that’s my life now” 🤷♂️
We come back from the bumper to Mytho’s room full of crows, feathers everywhere, Mytho apparently on the floor, and as he pulls himself up in this weird ass posture, it’s impossible to tell if he’s laughing or crying.
It is legitimately the most intense emotion I’ve had for Mytho that wasn’t on the DULL spectrum, and it’s incredible unease. I particularly enjoy how we can’t see his fucking face at all.
GOOD JOB TEAM YOU’VE CREEPED ME RIGHT THE FUCK OUT
(I’m completely unspoiled for Princess Tutu and watching it for the first time. Please don’t confirm or deny anything in this post, give me hints or cautions or suggestions about future episodes, or try to explain anything going on. That includes if I should’ve been able to figure it out from previous episodes, or if it’s cultural, or if there’s no answer at all. Spoiling the experience only ruins things for everyone!)
The fact that they took selfies in front of a trash bin is intriguing
Did I do something to you? Is it your daily goal to make me hate my life?
All day today I have been curled up in a ball, despite me taking ibuprofen to help with the pain, willing myself not to cry from the cramps that seem to get worse every month.
And then, my mom gets home from work, only to immediately start bitching about the dishes in the sink, most of which are from her and Tony making dinner last night. And when I went to put the dishes in the dishwasher, she told me just to get out of the kitchen, that she would do it, and then spit venemously about grabbing the stuff that I asked her for. Like, I’m sorry that I needed feminine products? And that I tried to do the dishes?
I may just be overly emotional, but I am just so frustrated with her, and with having to put up with my mother’s moods that give me fucking whiplash.
You're still cooler tho.
Nu-uh.
I think you are still cooler than me.
Oh dear I dress like Nic Cage
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