One reason why I love anime. The emotion of the voice acting is too strong
did
did this anime waifu just tear down the edgy pretentious pseudointellectual facades we construct for ourselves as an obfuscating substitute for actual worth of character and accuse us of being so wrapped up in our own insular self-validating atrophied emotional comfort zones that we can only relate to others through pop culture allusions and mental dominance contests instead of a genuine emotional connection between two human beings
what the hell man
at first i read the above explanation thinking it was just a bunch of long thrown in words meant to make something simple complicated….but that is the perfect explanation for what I just watched
It’s been mentioned many times before, but the voice actress did this in a SINGLE take… makes it all the more impressive
okay so one night like a week or two ago kurt was meowing at me and one of the meows sounded like he was saying “hewwo” so since then I started saying “hewwo” instead of meowing back at him (like I do with all his cat sounds, naturally) and slowly his meows evolved into something vaguely “hewwo”like with the one or two True and Powerful Hewwo’s a day
but now that you have backstory I was just standing in my kitchen making rice, everythings dead silent, and suddenly this fucking “HEWWO??” echoes through the whole apartment and it almost killed me
That point in a piece of fanfiction where you can tell something embarrassing is about to happen so you start fucking around on tumblr because you’re a huge baby with a crippling overabudance of empathy.
I do this with every media I consume. I pause movies and have to walk around and prepare myself for second-hand embarrassment sometimes.
This is mE
Secondhand embarrassment. I’ve got it.
I sometimes mute movies or tv shows to avoid it. Especially if I know it’s coming.
Jesus. Seeing the wedding ring was interesting. Cause you know he played this for his wife. Wherever she is.
According to the video cnn did on this guy back in 2014, he moved to the Ukrainian capitol after his wife and child had died. While volunteering with the revolution, he saw a piano in the square and decided to play.
This character in this painting is simultaneously beautiful and menacing, but if I saw them in a social setting I might try to talk to them. That is unless their only way if communication was via high pitched bloodbourne style beast screams and the urge to either murder me, consume me, or assimilate me into their face.