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when writing the romantic subplot of futurama they had no idea how important the himbo X girlboss dichotomy would be to the youth in the 2020’s
blue print
Fry does not meet the Himbo triangle where you must be buff, dumb, and respect women. If you look at the chart Fry is in fact a dog. He’s dumb and he respects women
Consider: A fantasy series where the court wizard is treated and portrayed just like an IT guy.
Court Wizard, fixing the Queen’s magic mirror: has’t thee attempted cleansing and reapplying the runes anew?
Court Wizard sees like 17 hexes in the magic mirror and finds out the Flamebarrier blessing was turned off.
Court Wizard finally fixes the magic mirror and sees a reflection of the Queen reciting: Show me beautiful forest nymphs. Show me where to find beautiful forest nymphs. Show me local witches willing to summon beautiful forest nymphs to my kingdom. Show me beautiful witches. Show m
The original Japanese name for the Hazy Maze Cave course in Super Mario 64 is “
やみにとける どうくつ”, which translates to “The Cavern Dissolving Into Darkness”. This refers to the fact that the walls of the chambers of the cavern become darker towards the top, with the ceiling being completely black.
In order to save on processing power, the black ceiling is never actually modeled in the first place, as it would not be visible; as such, most chambers merely have high walls, but nothing to actually keep Mario in if he gains enough height. As a result, by using high objects as stepping stones, it is possible to jump high enough to pass over the walls, go through the nonexistent ceiling, and end up in a different part of the cavern.
I think a lot about who I am to other people in the world–particular who I am to strangers as a mere concept in their lives.
Today this woman called our information desk and said, “my son’s band is playing tonight. I want to come see him, but he never answers his phone…..I want to be there. Have you heard anything about his band?”
And I felt so bad for this lady but I’m not in the music scene around here so I had to tell her no, sorry.
Five hours later, I’m hiking and run into a group of guys setting up for some outdoor performance, and as I watch them unload the drums it hits me.
“Hey,” I said, “are y’all in a band?”
They said yeah and smiled and I told them “one of your moms called today. She wants to watch you play, but she can’t get a hold of you. Call your mom.”
And they all pulled out their phones and started discussing whose mom it probably was as they presumably dialed their own.
And now, unless we meet again and recognize each other, that’s who I’ll be forever to those guys–some mysterious courier for mom-messages who came out of the woods and told them their mom called.
I didn’t even tell them why their mom called me. Who am I to their mom?? Nobody even asked. They just took my word for it and called their mothers.
big himbo giant who’s the sweetest thing but doesn’t quite realize how scary nad overwhelming they can look to smaller folk and is just so happy to interact with tinies: and their response to a scared tiny is to scoop them up and snuggle them against their cheek.
Like a giant who ends up in a world of humans and is just ecstatic to be there. They’re super careful about where they step and around buildings but they will not stop picking things/people up Fawning over how cute everything is and such
Becomes best friends with the most anxiety filled nervous little human who can’t even handle themselves in big crowds but for some reason this giant makes them feel safe. Overwhelmed? A little bit at first. But after that, just comfortable.
They’re an absolute sweetheart but even despite their grace you can still feel the weight in their steps and how to just swallow up small folks in those tree-sized fingers
