My roommate has mentioned a few times how different she is from when they met Una in Toronto. A lot calmer and relaxed. She doesn't hide in random boxes or anything anymore for no reason. She hangs out in the open because she knows nothing is gonna happen to her. Comes sprinting into bed with me. Comes sprinting when she hears me wake up. I love her so much.
I have ADHD. Never in my fucking life wouth my ADHD make me go do this because ADHD also comes with built in anxieties and fears that would prevent you from acting like a selfish psychopath in public...
I love the Brosnan movies but they're not particularly good. Was just my entry point to Bond and I want to fuck the shit out of the man so that helps. Roger Moore though... my favorite. And both of those Bonds made some of the worst Bond movies but they also had the suave down for me like no one else did.
Ima be real, seems more like you are making a mountain out of a mole hill. A lot of you GMs do this. You seem to think rule of cool is perpetual and nonstop, that the rules are always ignored for everything. "A constant stream..."
The problem isn't the rule of cool. It's you for thinking this is bigger than it is and then being upset by it. You don't really consider anything outside of whether it's used or not. If it's used, then it must be used nonstop and break every rule constantly. I've never seen any of you come in talking about it being used sparingly for moments that the fun doesn't impact the story or rules. You just invent the most extreme scenario possible and then get angry over that because the rules always matter more to you than anything else, bordering on um actually. You always seem to believe that DMs will never say no and that the rule of cool will always be said yes to. But if that's happening it's because of a bad DM not saying no and bad players for hugely overstepping.
The rule of cool does not mean you always say yes. It just means you say yes when the moment feels appropriate. No fantasy story has people following the rules 100% of the time, whether that be a famous thing like Lord of the Rings or your own personal DnD game. You can create rules to bind the world but the tighter you make those binds then the harder it's going to be for joy to work its way through there.
I'd suggest not making the most severe example you can think of the default for things you don't understand.
I agree that something looks off about the image, and it’s definitely enhanced in some way,
But it isn't. That's what is completely baffling about these accusations. They're often made from a misunderstanding of the source material and an assumption that it must then be edited in some regard.
It isn't touched up. This is just a flat image of a baby seal. Seal skin has a weird quality to it that makes it look slightly blurry and incredibly soft. I would know considering they sell seal pelts at the grocery store here where I'm from. Combine that with a touch of motion blur from the seal moving and at first look it might look odd but taking a closer look that disappears. Even the eyes one might go "Bit cartoony" but then you zoom in and realize the blue is reflection from the scrubs everyone has around them.
This is simply just a picture. No editing was done. I weep for humanity when we're incapable of saying "I don't know" or "I wonder why" and just default to "it is definitely enhanced".
Both the soup and the book have red text slightly above the white text. Both are in similarish fonts. Not really, but not enormously far off either. Which then tied with the fact that the white text on both is using almost exactly the same font and with a simple black border, it looks like the title text of a sourcebook
September of 2021, I move into a place with a roommate who has a cat. Itty bitty black cat. While she runs away from most people, she'll run up to me. Rub up against my leg, reach up my leg leaning up, be all kinds of cute. But I spend most of my time out or in my room with the door shut. Whenever I go into the hall the cat comes running. Love her to death.
Christmas of 2023. My roommate decides to go out to see a friend and leaves me to take care of the cat. No problem at all. Realized in that moment just how badly my roommate was taking care of the cat. My bedroom door ends up being open the whole holiday because I don't need privacy with the roommate gone. Cat is all over me. Hangs out next to me as much as possible, rubs up against me all the time and is super sweet. Tons of slow blinks. I fall in love with her.
In those couple of weeks I realized that the cat is autistic in the same ways I am, has ADHD in the same ways I do, and is both DESPERATE for physical love and attention (roommate gave very little) but also was kind of uncomfortable with touch and would shy away from it after initiating it. Tons of small quirks beyond that too but she just felt like a little feline me. The love I had for her when moving in was always strong but now her being beside me and stuff... I would die for her and do anything for her.
Roommate blind sides me on Boxing day with a text saying she's moving and I have to as well. When she comes back, the cat gets put back in the living room or roommates room most of the time and becomes noticably depressed. Roommate also flip flops on whether or not she can take the cat. Eventually, I tell roommate that if she says I can take her one more time, I am taking her. This is like the 8th time and emotionally I cannot handle being super happy and then super sad. She says I can take her one more time. She doesn't flip flop back.
Now, over a year later, my little girl is sat next to me and looking out my office window while purring quietly. I renamed her Una. Both her and I have changed our names now and both for the same reason. Our original name gives us anxiety because we had it yelled at us so much.
I seriously started treating Una like she was a smaller me and it was insane how easy it was to 'figure eachother out' in that regard.
That's on me. For some reason I remembered the yelling thing as being during a desert scene. There's another behind the scenes bit of trivia I'm just remembering about a scene elsewhere in the movie. Edited
My roommate has mentioned a few times how different she is from when they met Una in Toronto. A lot calmer and relaxed. She doesn't hide in random boxes or anything anymore for no reason. She hangs out in the open because she knows nothing is gonna happen to her. Comes sprinting into bed with me. Comes sprinting when she hears me wake up. I love her so much.