on weakness

anarcho-skamunist:

anarcho-skamunist:

anarcho-skamunist:

I’m so so sick of open world games

Every time a series makes the switch to being open world it’s like. Okay that’s just what you’re gonna have to be from now on huh. Like the Open World is held on such a high pedestal that once you’ve made the switch you’re never going to be allowed to make anything else. Everything just has to homogenize into this one specific gameplay loop of walking the fuck around an open space.

Evil version of myself with bad taste playing an older game with a smaller but more detailed and refined map that acts as its own elaborate puzzle and story telling device and is satisfying to progress through: “I sure do wish I had the player freedom to walk through a field aimlessly so I could find one of six types of collectibles right about now”

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sailor-moon-rei:

by jiji_zizidolce

art republished with artist’s permission

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evermore-fashion:

Rahul Mishra ‘We, The People’ Fall 2023 Haute Couture Collection

orihhiro:

zegalba:

Yoshitaka Amano: Forest of Spirits (2003)

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pupyjpeg:

pupyjpeg:

My absolute hottest take is that, from a culturally relative perspective, no food is bad. None of it. It’s an expression of culture, art, history, ecology, material conditions, subjective taste. It’s all inedible pap to somebody and the taste of childhood for someone else. Americans be eating cheesed burger. Pea wet is as good as gravy in Wigan. The French eat snails and the Inuit eat seal, the Germans eat sauerkraut and the Russians drink kvass, the Inca ate cavy and the Romans ate flamingo. People around the world have been eagerly awaiting their serving of simple bread or thin porridge or fermented milk product or pickled whatever-the-fuck since we learned to cook food over fire. We all love the slop we grew up eating. Food is a reflection of millennia of culture and loving human artistic expression. Attempting to extrapolate largely harmless online food banter into actual serious comparative rankings or half-baked critical analyses of cultures based on how much you subjectively don’t like what they eat is a miserable way to live. Live a little. Peace and love on the only planet with food.

This is a post of critical support for bland English cuisine and unhinged Brazilian pizzas and everything else I don’t understand. Turning food, something literally every person on earth enjoys, into a moral or cultural judgement is, well, if it’s not full-blown reactionary and parochial… then it’s at least kind of nasty, huh?

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