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I ended up binging all of the chapters of Akane banashi in one go, and I am excited for the upcoming Issho arc like you wouldn’t believe. It’s a good thing Kaichi is there to serve as a familiar face for Akane, but otherwise it must be difficult for her to undergo this transition.

I’ve always liked a good rivalry, and Kaisei has always been intriguing to me, so this development is a welcome one. I mean, it’s hard to pin point the dynamic Kaisei has with Akane. While Akane has many she considers rivals in her generation (with Kaisei perhaps at the top of the list), it’s telling that it seems like the two people Kaisei considers as rivals would be Rokuro and Akane. There’s how Akane and Kaisei were driven by vengeance in a way, or using Rakugo as a means to escape powerlessness. But for Kaisei, is Rakugo truly fun the way it is for Akane? I think Rakugo is about survival for Kaisei, and while he can recognize that same drive in Akane, he can’t help but be threatened by her too, especially because of Issho’s interest in her. It may be that Kaisei considers himself replaceable, and he’s burning with dark feelings that he doesn’t want to lose his place to anyone, especially someone who’s set out to directly oppose his master. But weirdly enough he can’t help but support her too, or maybe that’s just his impatience to have them perform on the same stage together (to parallel Akane’s first performance) to prove once and for all who’s the better of the two.

It’s certainly different now as compared to those first few chapters. Akane isn’t just that ‘cute’ girl anymore. There are no longer any easy smiles, just hostile intent, because as much as Akane is frustrated by the gap between her and him, Kaisei also won’t underestimate her and is serious about crushing her.

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yor and loid really do make a good couple, even if we don’t necessarily get a lot of ship moments focused on them. like the seeds of how they could fall deeply in love with another are all there because of their history and personalities. and I love how the reasons they can and would fall in love with each other are all inextricably linked to anya.

loid gives yor confidence and validation, that all her years up to this point mean something. he gives her acceptance for all of her perceived faults. with him, she can be comfortable in just bumbling along and growing, without having to fear that she’ll be abandoned. because of loid she has an equal she can share the burden with. it’s because of him that she finally has more people who are so precious to her besides yuri.

meanwhile, loid admires yor so much because yor just by being herself can create the world that loid has been fighting for all these years. yor gives loid rest and respite, the same way that yor provides anya with warmth and security.

yor and anya are tangible proof that the world loid is fighting for - where children are safe and are no longer crying - is possible and worth fighting for. and similar to yor (even if the information balance is quite unequal in favor of twilight’s side), just by being who she is can equally share in loid’s responsibility in raising anya. things that he might miss because of his focus on the mission are highlighted and brought to his attention because of yor. she grounds him and makes him remember, that ultimately operation strix is just a means to an end, and in fulfilling his mission, he can’t lose sight of the bigger picture - and yor does all this without even knowing about everything! it’s wonderful. both of them may have their secrets, but they really do show their truest self to one another.

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remember when israel bombed a hospital fourteen months ago they said that they would never do anything like that only to bomb every single hospital in gaza and then target schools and refugee camps and kindergartens and un shelters?

remember how everyone was angry when al shifa hospital was bombed? why are we all silent now when israel is bombing kamal adwan hospital in gaza? where is that anger now? why aren't the events taking place in north gaza on the forefront of your mind?

while we are going about our days, there are multiple massacres taking place in gaza. we are living in comfort while our tax money is being used to bomb children.

are we becoming desensitised to genocide? desensitised to the cruelty the occupation inflicts on gaza every second of every day?

earlier in the genocide, we all came together to help palestinians evacuate. we would do our best to help. now we've simply started tuning out fundraisers. is this what we've come to? ignoring people who are going through a genocide?

i just want people to come together and help my friend alaa. she has two children and needs to feed them and ensure that they're warm in this cruel winter. donate to her fundraiser if you have the means to, share if you can't donate.

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Our dreams have been destroyed, and we have nothing left...😞

🫂You're our last hope in this life🫂

I'm Lama from Gaza, I'm 24 years old, and my husband is Mohammad... We got married in 2022 in a house full of love and happiness. Our house was beautiful, we chose everything in it carefully... We were waiting for the end of the day to go there after a tiring day of work, but the occupation did not leave us. 😔😭💔

This house was bombed with all hatred. Here we are after the genocide. We have nothing... We lost our house, our work, and our car.😭😞

We were displaced to Rafah in a tent that could not accommodate 5 people, and after the displacement from Rafah, we were displaced to Mawasi Khan Yunis again. It was a very difficult period... but now we are in Mawasi Khan Yunis in a tent that does not protect us from the cold of winter or the heat of summer.😞😭

This is our tent, its floor is made of cardboard, as you can see, and I suffer from severe eczema due to the pollution of the air and the materials used, and the medicine is very expensive.😭💔

Urgent: My husband needs a very necessary operation and medication. Please help my husband in order for his health to improve. He is in pain.😞😭🫂🙏🙏

Help us and donate to us. You are our last hope and the lifeline of this life. 🫂🙏

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🚨 We Need Your Kindness to Survive 🚨

Hello, My name is Mosab Elderawi, and I live in Gaza with my family. Life here has become harder than I ever imagined, and I’m writing this with hope in my heart that you might hear our story.

The ongoing war has devastated my family. We’ve lost 25 family members—each one a beloved part of our lives, taken too soon. I miss them deeply—their laughter, their presence, their love. Every day is a reminder of this unimaginable loss.

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We are now facing daily challenges to survive—things that most people take for granted, like food, clean water, and a safe place to sleep. The harsh realities of life here have replaced our dreams with the constant fight for survival.

Our Current Situation:

💔 Lost Stability: The war has left us without work or a stable source of income. 🍞 Basic Needs: Food and water are becoming harder to afford with rising prices and scarce resources. 📚 Dreams on Hold: Like so many here, my family’s dreams have been replaced by the need to simply survive. 😢 Unimaginable Loss: Losing 25 loved ones has left a void that can never be filled.

How You Can Help:

I’m sharing our story with the hope that someone out there might care. Even $5 can make a big difference for us, and if you’re unable to donate, just reblogging this post can help spread the word.

Your kindness, no matter how small, is something we’ll never forget.

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Your support is not about changing our entire situation—it’s about giving us a little relief, a little hope, and a way to keep going. We are not asking for much, and we understand if you can’t donate. Sharing our story is just as valuable to us as a donation.

Thank you for reading this far. It means the world to us to know that someone is listening. Your kindness gives us strength and helps us believe in a better tomorrow.

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If you're feeling anxious or depressed about the climate and want to do something to help right now, from your bed, for free...

Start helping with citizen science projects

What's a citizen science project? Basically, it's crowdsourced science. In this case, crowdsourced climate science, that you can help with!

You don't need qualifications or any training besides the slideshow at the start of a project. There are a lot of things that humans can do way better than machines can, even with only minimal training, that are vital to science - especially digitizing records and building searchable databases

Like labeling trees in aerial photos so that scientists have better datasets to use for restoration.

Or counting cells in fossilized plants to track the impacts of climate change.

Or digitizing old atmospheric data to help scientists track the warming effects of El Niño.

Or counting penguins to help scientists better protect them.

Those are all on one of the most prominent citizen science platforms, called Zooniverse, but there are a ton of others, too.

Oh, and btw, you don't have to worry about messing up, because several people see each image. Studies show that if you pool the opinions of however many regular people (different by field), it matches the accuracy rate of a trained scientist in the field.

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I spent a lot of time doing this when I was really badly injured and housebound, and it was so good for me to be able to HELP and DO SOMETHING, even when I was in too much pain to leave my bed. So if you are chronically ill/disabled/for whatever reason can't participate or volunteer for things in person, I highly highly recommend.

Next time you wish you could do something - anything - to help

Remember that actually, you can. And help with some science.

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Hitsuhina week, day 5: go with the clouds

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Hitsuhina week, day 6: social media

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"Mr. Osananajimi want to praying with Ayase."

I love him. I love him so much. He is so babygirl. There are so many things I love about that scene.

Getting to hear, 'Momo' in his normal-mode (as opposed to his Turbo-mode) voice!

Knowing Okarun actually draws quite well! And that he actually likes drawing (and then subsequently laughing because Momo, Turbo Granny, and Acro Silky are pretty detailed while Jiji is this barely formed shape).

And yet! He still draws Jiji with abs. I really can't with him.

Him spelling out barbecue so many times. BearberQ is very cute.

And yet I admit the slightly manic, "Happy, Happy, Happy" is very concerning.

I mean I don't remember this scene in the manga, so it's a nice peek into what makes Okarun, Okarun.

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Hitsuhina week, day 4: hug

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Hitsuhina Week, day 2: memories

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❄️ HitsuHina Week 2024 🍑

Day 1 : Summer ⛅️🌊👒

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Sougo: I’ll take you.

Kagura: Bring it on-aru! I’ll beat you up, you Do-S bastard! 

Sougo:…

Sougo: *smirks*

Kagura (starts sweating heavily): YOU MEAN IN A FIGHT, RIGHT? 

Kagura: Don’t mess with me-aru! Gin-chan, the Sadist is scaring me! 

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butterfly kisses

"Now she finds her eyes drawn to an innocuous spot. She had no idea why she was even focusing there in the first place. Maybe because it was vulnerable, that it triggered some sort of prey instinct in her, that desire to chase and pounce. Maybe it was the fine baby hairs adoring the area. Whatever the reason, Momo does what she does best and gives into instinct. She kisses the back of Okarun’s neck."

Momo starts something she's not sure she can finish. At least not without bursting into flames from sheer embarrassment first.

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Momo is impulsive. She’d known this about herself a long time ago.

Explore an alien hotspot, and subsequently get abducted, all because of a stupid bet? Check.

Decide to confront a who-knows-how-old demon granny because she’d gotten her friend cursed? Check.

Fall in love with said stupid best frie-…ahem.

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.

Point was!

She was impulsive, and she’d own up to it. She wouldn’t make any lame excuses. Which is why she had no explanation for doing what she did just now.

It’s not as if she planned it. One moment she had been staring off into nowhere, and the next she finds her gaze drawn to Okarun. Nothing out of the ordinary there. It’s been a long time since she could even will herself not to stare at the boy.

Man, back then she had it so easy. She could tease to her heart’s content. Even as she would find her face reddening, the blush adorning Okarun’s face whenever either of them showed a piece of their hearts was just that charming that she could overcome any sort of embarrassment. Now, she finds herself staring him in the eyes more often than not.

She loved it when that happened, but at the same time, hated it too. Because Okarun would look right at her, straight at her soul as if he could see it, as if he was the one with the psychic powers and not her.

Nowadays, it felt like she was the one who had to hide with that full gaze putting her on the spot, as if there was no one else in the world but her. It felt like her heart wanted to leap right out of her throat and spew itself out of her mouth like a disgusting hairball. She seriously couldn’t stand it!

Now she finds her eyes drawn to an innocuous spot. She had no idea why she was even focusing there in the first place. Maybe because it was vulnerable, that it triggered some sort of prey instinct in her, that desire to chase and pounce. Maybe it was the fine baby hairs adoring the area. Whatever the reason, Momo does what she does best and gives into instinct. She kisses the back of Okarun’s neck.

He doesn’t so much as yowl like a scalded cat, as much as erupts into full body shivers. Even from behind, she can guess how his whole face burns just from how red his ears are. As expected, he covers the back of his neck with his hand and whirls around to face her.

His utterly scandalized look, as if she attempted to ravage him in a broom closet, almost makes her want to laugh out loud. Almost.

“A-A-A-YASE-SAN!”

Momo doesn’t know what it is about him that makes her want to coo, makes her want to softly bite those scarlet ears, or nuzzle her nose to his in an eskimo kiss. Once again, her heart feels too big for her chest. An inane part of her just wants to rip it out and throw it at his face.

“Ye~es, Okarun?” She can’t wipe off the smile on her face.

He pouts, although she’s sure he’d vehemently object if she pointed it out. (Adorable, just why in the hell is he! SO! ADORABLE! She fully understands what ‘squee’ means now.)

“Like I keep saying, Ayase-san, it’s not nice to tease, you know?”

At that, Momo sobers. She presses her palms to her eyes in utter frustration. Why is it that she always finds herself tongue-tied around him? Even if she feels hella uncool, it’s worth it for him. She doesn’t ever want him to misunderstand. Opening her fingers slightly to peek at his shuffling form, she whispers, “I’m not…or I’m not only teasing. I know it’ll sound like an excuse, but sometimes I just can’t help it. It’s because I care. I care about you too much that sometimes words don’t seem like they’re enough, you know? It’s a…it’s a sign of affection.” God (whichever one is listening), let the ground swallow her now. As always, she keeps forgetting her actions have consequences.

“Affection?”

Momo can’t place the flatness of his tone and what it means.

“So…do you do this with all our friends?”

God, forget that last wish. Just kill her now. Does he really have to make her spell it out?! “You dork! You don’t see me doing that with Jiji or that stupid woman do you? I wouldn’t do that with Vamola either, so…” If he makes her say anymore, she’d kill him instead. Glancing away, and back as she tugs on her hair, she notices him doing the exact same thing. A couple of fools they both were, seriously.

“Oh.”

They just ended up fidgeting and wordless before Turbo Granny threatened to puke – on them – because of how they were acting.

That was supposed to be that.

But Momo kept forgetting that actions have consequences.

And that she wasn’t the only impulsive one.

And that if she got herself abducted, the other half of this equation was the same fool who got himself cursed.

Okarun for all that he was shy and unsure, gave as good as he got. Momo knew that when it really counted, he would step up and surprise them all.

Luckily (or maybe unluckily in this case) for her, she would always count for him.

Maybe she let her guard down. Maybe she got comfortable having his hand in hers. She felt warm, fuzzy, and content.

That is before he suddenly kissed the back of her hand.

Like she was some sort of fairy-tale princess, and he was this courtly gentleman in those pocket books Miko loved reading.

She thinks her mouth was hanging in an unattractive way right about now.

He didn’t even have the courtesy to react! Instead, he kept going!

One kiss for each of her fingers, as if she had a boo-boo on them that needed soothing, before placing a soft one on her palm, dangerously close to her pulse.

It was probably deafening to him with how loudly she could hear it beat in her ears.

That comfortable warmth suddenly turned into a blazing inferno.

“Wha-”

“See you later, Ayase-san!”

Before she could grab and pull on his collar to have him explain himself, he left in such a hurry that could give even his Turbo-mode a run for his money.

What the hell was that?!

And it didn’t stop there!

Another life-or-death situation finds them grasping at each other like lifelines. He buries his face deep into her neck as if determined to make his home there, each breath taken as if he wanted to keep her inside himself. Momo didn’t begrudge him for it. Heck, she was probably doing the same thing!

She didn’t, couldn’t begrudge him for it - if not for his lips brushing her cheek, a kiss as light as a butterfly’s wing that she almost thought she imagined it, if not for the deeper one he pressed against the juncture where her neck met her shoulder.

She can’t help the sound that escapes her then, nor the full-blown shudder in response, nor the tightening of her grip against his shirt. Before she can collapse, shout, (she still can’t decide how she’s supposed to react), he suddenly lets her go exclaiming his relief at how glad he is to see her alive.

Another time when she has a fever, and despite the splitting headache, she cannot help the fondness she feels and the dopey expression she’s sure must be on her face when she sees him nearly about to cry at her state. She hopes he just chalks it up to the cold.

He is devoted as he replaces the ice-cold compress, but she feels far too weak to swat him when he gently brushes her hair away from her forehead to place a worrying kiss there.

Funny how she can feel his emotions from that simple contact alone. As much as she wants to, she feels far too sleepy to berate him. Okarun, that’s doing the opposite of cooling me off!

she burns

though eventually she gets better

Enough is enough. She has to get to the bottom of this. She would know how to react if he was only teasing. And yet she knew without a shadow of a doubt that it wasn’t that. It wasn’t as if he suddenly became a Casanova overnight. He still blushed. He still stuttered. More often than not, he still couldn’t look her in the eye. So where was this sudden boldness coming from?!

She doesn’t know how she was able to tell. She doesn’t know what exactly she did, probably something badass no doubt, but Okarun is there calling her a genius again, and she feels like she’s on top of the world. He looks wonderstruck at her, as if she contained the entire multitudes of the universe within her. She almost gets swept in the feeling and lets his arms close around her before suddenly remembering.

“Wait a minute!”

“Eh,” he says, dazedly. He looks at his arms in return as if he doesn’t know how they got so close around her, before hurrying to clasp them behind his back. “S-sorry, Ayase-san!” Geez, it’s not as if he was caught stealing a cookie or something.

Momo suddenly feels frustrated again. It’s not as if she wanted him to stop! She’s just confused. “No! I mean, it’s not that I don’t like it. You can if you want to. Just give me a heads-up next time!” She consciously tries to uncross her arms. That didn’t really show she was okay with him hugging her.

“I really am sorry, Ayase-san,” he says, penitent, while rubbing his neck. He better not say that line right now or else Momo will implode and take him down with her. “I should make sure to ask permission next time-,” (squee, so there is a next time!) “-But if you’re okay with it right now, I really, really, want to.”

There it is again. She really can’t help but cave whenever he was being straightforward with her like this. Making a silly pose as if she was at her part-time job at the maid café, she gestures and mutters, “Go ahead then.”

He looked so grateful at her just saying yes that she couldn’t help but flush as he carefully brought his arms around her. His relieved sigh as he leaned the side of his forehead against hers brought a pang to her heart.

“…So why?”

She really hopes he can understand what she’s asking with just that. He hums a bit as he rubs comforting circles against her back. She suspects he doesn’t even know he’s doing it. She feels languid like a sunbathing cat, but tries her best to be alert to hear his answer.

He waits for a while as if gathering the words, and the courage to say them. “I really don’t know, Ayase-san.” She huffs at that. “You said before, it was a sign of affection.” She nods against his shoulder. She remembers. “And I just…care about you, so much. I don’t know what to do about it sometimes, how to contain it, so it just…gets out.”

She pulls back a bit to better see his face. “Kinda like your Turbo form?”

Okarun looks torn between hiding behind his hands under her piercing gaze, or to keep holding her. Ultimately, the latter wins out in the end so he has no choice but to face her as he answers, “Yes, I guess it is a bit like that. So, may I? Please?”

And what is she supposed to answer when he pleads so sweetly like that. Okarun almost never asks for anything for himself, so much that when he does ask, Momo wants to give him the entire universe and more. And yet this is enough for now, for him. Everything Momo wants to say gets stuck in her throat so she just ends up repeating herself. “You can. Go ahead.”

He smiles like something divine, as he cards his fingers through her hair and cradles her ears like an offering, looks awed as she giggles that she’s ticklish.

(Momo has always been a believer.)

She knows the power of rituals so why does this feel like something close to it? Okarun maps out her every feature with the pads of his thumbs and brings his forehead close to hers. She feels the coolness of his glasses and his breath against hers as he brushes his nose slowly against hers, rhythmically like a chant - one…two…three.

He pulls back slowly as he bestows a kiss on the tip of her nose, and Momo feels reborn.

-

Because it kind of feels like she lost big-time, she listens to impulse once again. Once when Okarun is transformed, she plants one right on him, right there at the center of his mask.

She feels smug for all of one second, before he pulls it away.  

“Momo-chan,” he buzzes, in that gravel-deep voice, the subtle contours of a growl hidden beneath the surface, “That means I can, right?”

Instinct drives Momo to run away, suddenly feeling like a rabbit, before he has a chance to pounce.

(Of course, he catches up.

And leaves his marks.)  

-

Ken has too many emotions, and not enough words.

If he can’t even explain himself to himself, then there was no way he was going to make any sense to Ayase-san.

Ken thought that he could do anything, give anything to aliens when he met them, to friends once he had them.

(Just chase away the loneliness please.)

He prayed to the gods.

He called to the stars.

And it was a girl who answered.

It was Ayase-san who answered.

He thought he could give away himself for the people he cared for if it came down to it.

And that still holds true.

For each of his friends, he could give away anything, be it his life or his balls.

Except.

It turned out he was more selfish than he thought.

He could give up almost anything.

Except.

Except Ayase-san.

He cared so much about her that it felt like he was choking on the feeling.

So much so that words weren’t enough.

A dark part of him, the part he pretends is due to the curse (oh but he knows the truth, it’s always been there, maybe since he met her), wants to keep her.

He was far too selfish. She’s already given him far too much.

A feeling of home, days of laughter, someone to stake his life on.

Someone here with him, in front of him, by his side.

Her touch (spirit hands or not) leaves an imprint on him. He wonders if everyone can see it. He’s far too obvious. (He hopes they can.)

Because the truth is, he wants to be marked by Ayase-san. He hates it, being alone. He wants to belong to someone; he wants to belong to her.

And if he was being honest, truly, deeply, embarrassingly honest. He wants to mark her too.

But he never wants to hurt Ayase-san, or cause her pain. (Oh my, he could never!)

As much as he wants to, he pushes back against his instinct bubbling close to the surface. It’s so difficult, especially when she’s so amazing, all the time. When she extends those hands, and brings him close, close to her heart.

It makes him feel greedy. He wants to bury himself so close to her, close enough for their auras to meld, for him to hear her heartbeat and know it as well as his own.

It takes every ounce of self-control he has to pull back the urge to squeeze, and bite, and mark. When the feeling fills him to the brim, pushing so close to the surface that he can feel it beating against his skin, he gives in.

Just an impression, to show affection for everything that makes her so precious. Her strong hands, her pulse, her neck, her cheeks, her forehead, everywhere, everywhere, she’ll let him.

He knows he can hold himself back. He will.

He can do anything if it’s for Ayase-san.

(He’ll do anything to her, only if she lets him.)

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Hitsuhina week, day 1: summer

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🔴can you help me 🇵🇸🍉

This is my home Which was destroyed by the accursed occupation yesterday I'm not sad about the stones I'm sad about the memories I hope this damned war ends 💔💔😔 🍉🇵🇸

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This makes me so sad and also I'm trying to remember if any of the Discworld books dealt with late stage capitalism