Captain Hat

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@FatherPrompt @wwarrior_1 You:

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@TheGameVerse So the witch hunts are justified! Thanks for clearing that up!

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@zororobinwife The OP English dub is so frustrating because the majority of the cast sounds fine, but Luffy’s VA sounds like Popeye retching while on helium.

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@anime_ “At least you’re not a piece of sh*t like my son. Have I told you how much I hate him?”
Cat: “Many times.”

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@VlahThe “I bet this ‘Oney’ uses propane I tell ya hwhat.”

[The_Vlah @VlahThe]

funny family guy moment

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@AmiriKing Ruined moments like this require only one response.

[Kaleb @KalebPrime]

I have millennial writing fatigue, and I'm a millennial.

[Syd Steyerhart @SydSteyerhart]

The goal is to make Emily Wilson's feminist translation of the Odyssey the only translation available to anyone. It's already universal across university curriculums and it's the only one you are likely to ever see in bookstores again.

The evil intent is palpable.

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@PopBase Go home, Zendaya.

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@seanynr

[Atari @atari]

The mightiest kaiju have gathered for the ultimate showdown!

Let the mayhem and mass destruction begin with Godzilla: Destroy All Monsters Melee Remastered, coming November 3rd. 💥

https://t.co/ykBmfxlpvJ

[Tolkienverse ᚠ @ToIkienverse]

Kit Harington ha dicho que el elenco de Game of Thrones no se mantuvo en contacto después de que terminara la serie porque “tenían que seguir adelante con sus vidas”.

Peter Dinklage ha dicho también que tienen fotos generadas por IA de todos los miembros del cast juntos en barbacoas porque nunca más se volvieron a juntar.

Mientras tanto el cast de El Señor de los Anillos:

[Capital-O Opinions @damespjuffy]

How your art director looks at you when she decides that the fair rate she consented to is retroactively unfair because the film turned out to be a massive hit.

[Windyy @windydanchou]

Nigga shut the fuck up

[Palworld @Palworld_EN]

🚨 Palworld 1.0 - July 10th!

Pal Tamers, the time has come!
A strange energy is coming from the World Tree...

Palworld's first-ever cinematic trailer debuted at Summer Game Fest alongside the release date you have been waiting for!

Gather your Pals.
Palpagos awaits!

[Tora 🍉🌱🌸⭐ Read Undead Unluck💀🍀 @ToraTetsuya]

This shit fries me

[Christina Tasty @ChristinaTasty]

"For Modern Audiences"

[NOBUNAGA🇯🇵🏯_夏樹蒼依 @japan_nobunaga]

USA. A potluck. Everyone brings one dish. I have never been so out of my depth in my life.

I was invited to a gathering. "Just bring a dish to share," they said. Simple words. I did not sleep for three days.

Because I understood instantly what this was. A summit. Every guest, a lord of their own house, arriving bearing tribute. And tribute is judged. Tribute is ranked. To bring the wrong dish to the wrong table is to fall in standing before your peers, possibly forever.

So I prepared. I made my finest dish. I carried it to the door with two hands and a straight back, braced for the weighing of my worth.

The first lord arrived with a bowl of orange powder noodles. Macaroni and cheese. The crowd roared. He set it down at the center of the table. The CENTER. I noted this. The center is the seat of power.

The second lord brought a tower of small brown meat orbs in red sauce. "Meatballs," he announced, like a man laying down a sword. They were placed beside the macaroni. A strong showing. An alliance, perhaps.

I studied the table like a battlefield map. Potato salad: defensive, reliable, old money. A vegetable tray, untouched, clearly a hostage offering no one expected to win. And then a woman walked in, raised a flat box overhead, and the entire room turned and CHEERED.

Pizza. She had brought pizza. Store-bought. Still in the box.

I was stunned. She had not even cooked it. And yet the people rejoiced as if a king had entered. I revised my entire understanding of the hierarchy on the spot. Effort means nothing here. Only the roar of the crowd decides rank.

I placed my dish down, humbly, near the napkins. A peasant's position. I accepted it.

And then a man tapped my shoulder, pointed at my dish, and said the words that changed everything.

"Whoa, did you make this? This is amazing. Everybody, you GOTTA try this guy's thing."

The room turned. The room came. The room ATE. My dish vanished in ninety seconds. The pizza woman herself took a second helping and looked at me with respect.

I had won the summit. By accident. With a dish I placed by the napkins.

I understand nothing about this country. I have never been happier. I am hosting the next one.

So tell me, America.

Is there a system to the potluck? A secret rank? A hidden law?

I have decided there is not.

You just bring the thing you love, and everyone eats it, and somehow everybody wins.

It is the most insane way to hold a war.

I will fight in every single one.