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"did you come to laugh at me?"

  "aah, maybe."

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"shishihakuto."

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Attack On Titan 2013

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that moment when you're doing Vento Aureo translations at 6 in the morning and you realize that this is a lot easier when you're incredibly sleep deprived

and then you reread your scripts and you hit

"But...how did Narancia find out that I was hiding in his pocket?

Did I accidentally tickle his ass when I was moving around in there?"

and then you tell yourself to go the fuck to sleep

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Art evolutions.

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RERO AND RERA I CANNOT EVEN DEAL WITH THIS

GYRO AND KAKYOIN PFFFFFFFT

JONATHAN AND JOHNNY~~~~~~ <3 <3 <3

OMG KIRA.

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i don't know how to reply to replies on tumblr why is this so hard

but @ungyo:

FUCK I MADE THAT POST ON THE WRONG TUMBLR BUT YOU CAN GET RIGHT OUT OF MY LIFE

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Usogui / Chapter 217 / "Stormbringer"

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did this for usogui, too... LITERALLY THE MOST UNDERAPPRECIATED CANON OF ALL TIME i love fucking everyone in this series

also i def doubled on some of these and i couldn't include all the characters i wanted to 8(((( the pain of loving everyone...

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basically sums agon up in a nutshell

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"i thought loneliness was the mark of a king"

holy hiatuses batman, HAHAHA

so yeah i'm def real shit at actually doing anything on tumblr, but as usual @ungyo is pushy as shit and makes me post things so AGON AND UNSUI MINIFIC, middle school twins

the title is the prompt that i used!

"I thought solitude was the mark of a king" - Middle School Kongos Unsui knows when Agon is asleep. He knows how the breaths rise and fall in waves on Agon's chest, heavy and deep and unconcerned, uncalculated. He doesn't miss it because it's a rare phenomena, a pleasant break from his brother's alertness that cuts through everything like a knife. When Agon is awake, even his breathing is like a weapon, his short exhalations of derision cutting pockets out of the less insensitive. But Unsui knows that when Agon sleeps, he sleeps with his arms curled inwards, which is a habit that everyone normally attributes with small children or the insecure-- Unsui knows better, because he's the older brother and he knows that his twin's genius doesn't necessitate maturity or self-awareness at rest. It's funny, because Unsui thinks that it doesn't take one in a hundred years to figure that out, but somehow it seems that that concept's slipped through the cracks for everybody but him. The thought is something he reflects on with a strange sense of semi-wicked satisfaction. Unsui knows when Agon is asleep, and Agon isn't asleep. The living room is dark and quiet, and Agon has one hand thrown over the back of the couch with his head tipped sideways in repose, but Unsui knows that Agon's not sleeping. It's a respectable time for night owls, half-past two in the morning, and for all intents and purposes, Agon should be in his room, his new sunglasses (it seems like his twin gets new ones every week, new frames, new lenses, new hair, same grin) set on his nightstand, fingers curled in sheets and head buried in pillows. But then again, Unsui and Agon haven't shared a room in ages. The mounting realization that there are things piling up that makes Agon more and more of a stranger to Unsui ticks itself off on the hands of the clock halfway across the span of the space, like a time bomb. For all the simplicity of Agon's charade (people who are actually asleep don't shift like that when people come into a room), for all the transparency of his brother's knowing and ignoring, Unsui can't bring himself to turn the light on, to lean over and shake Agon's shoulder and tell him what he's expecting. ("Agon, if you're going to sleep, sleep in your room.") Unsui nudges his sports bag over his shoulder, hears the shoulder pads bump with his new helmet to break the silence permeating the house. He knows that Agon knows, but neither of them have mentioned anything about secrets, even ill-kept ones. Unsui knows that Agon isn't stupid. But he turns, as quietly as possible, and takes the stairs up to his room anyway as if he's never realized, as if he's making sure that Agon won't wake up.

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yo signed! also just from like...a JP perspective, the term 'yaoi' is pretty outdated? it started out with kind of self-indulgent M/M shipping (YAmanachi, Ochinashi, Iminashi is the acronym, and it literally means that there's no point, it's just shipping), but the genre's morphed so much by now that JP people don't really use 'yaoi' anymore-- most of it is called BL, and while a lot of it can still be pretty formulaic and cringe-worthy (think of those trashy romance novels you see sequestered off in the corner of bookstores), a lot of well-known mangaka have drawn really nice, complex, and outright GOOD BL works. In fact, a few of my favorite mangakas have done BL in the past: Ono Natsume, who I've been following religiously for years, started in BL with 'Kuma to Interi' and still does the occasional BL publication (they're all EXCELLENT). She's also responsible for House of Five Leaves, Coppers, Ristorante Paradiso, and a myriad of other works that are non-BL and are incredibly amazing. Fumi Yoshinaga, who does great work like Ooku and Kinou Nani Tabeta, has also done amazing BL works like 'Antique Bakery', which was even made into a movie. Yamashita Tomoko is also another very well-respected mangaka who has more than a few BL publications under her belt.

So! There are PLENTY of 'yaoi' things without rape! A lot of them remain my favorites, because while the narration has to do with M/M relationships, I consider them to be less 'ochinashi' and a lot more emotionally gripping than a lot of mainstream manga that I've read. Fujoshi are becoming more and more picky, I guess!

*cries in a corner*

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@ungyo is a jerk and made me post this fic!!! it's about sleepy agon, warnings for sleepy agon

Agon's sleeping under the kotatsu again. One of the earliest memories Unsui has about Agon is his brother sleeping, curled up on a warm spot on the tatami with his arms strategically slid under one of Unsui's freshly-laundered shirts, seeking out the bits in the laundry pile that were still warm from the dryer. Unsui remembers that no amount of intense tugging could make Agon relinquish that shirt-- Unsui's favorite, sky-blue on white-- and he remembers how, after he'd given up and settled back to watch Agon sleep, his brother seemed content in his unconscious insistence, buried firmly in lavender-scented fabric with the sun beating gently against his hair. Unsui remembers these things because Agon has the decency, once in a while, to remind him that peaceful moments with his twin actually exist. Agon's sleeping with his face buried against the kotatsu futon, limbs half-splayed and maneuvering themselves in and out of the space underneath the low table like they can't quite find a place where they can all comfortably coexist with each other. He's too big for this modest-sized kotatsu, but the agreement when they'd decided to get this installed was that neither of them would try to sleep in it anyway (it's bad for you)-- it was meant to be more of a foot-warmer thing, and more importantly, a one-person arrangement, because how often is Agon around to appreciate the things that they have in their apartment? Besides, it was Agon that'd sardonically laughed at the idea of siblings sharing space under a kotatsu; living in the Shinryuuji dorms was enough of a fucking sausagefest without literally sharing a futon, christ. But Agon's always been good at ignoring rules that Unsui's set up for the both of them, sensible rules that are in place for a /reason/, like how their mother always told them not to sleep next to or on the laundry because they'll wrinkle, but how Agon'd do it anyway because he liked the way it felt, being surrounded by something warm and comfortable. He never articulated that, but that's what Unsui'd gotten out of it, watching summer afternoons roll by with Agon buried in a pile of sheets and T-shirts, towels in vicelike grips until their mother came along and shook him awake to go play with Unsui instead.     Their mother hasn’t been around for a while now, and ‘playing together’ doesn’t seem like much of an incentive to stop or do anything anymore. Instead, it’s the thought that common courtesy still has to be enforced on a regular basis that drags Unsui towards his brother, makes him kneel next to the rise and fall of Agon’s chest and shake his dreads out of the puddle of drool that’s accumulated on the tatami (he’s going to have to clean that up). “Agon,” he says, firmly but gently enough so that his brother doesn’t jolt awake, acutely aware of the fact that Agon’s godlike reflexes could land him with more than a few stitches on his forehead if he’s not careful. “Agon, don’t sleep here. If you’re tired, go sleep in your own room.” The reply is muffled and delayed (or it could be that Unsui’s being unfair—not even Agon can keep up a response time of 0.11 at any given moment), drowned in too many layers to emote proper irritation. “—‘p, ‘Nko.” Agon is drowning in his own comfort, and that’s really nothing new. Sometimes Unsui wonders how Agon manages to flagrantly break every convention that this country’s built up for the past thousands of years, from superficial things like “don’t sleep with the fan still on” to more oblique sayings like “respect your elders” and “don’t sweat yourself to death under a space heater”, and somehow still survive despite it all. But his brother’s always been the one that luck’s shined on, the little figure rumpling crisp, machine-warm sheets without any consequence, rubbing sleepy eyes and telling Unsui that he should have kept better watch against Mom. [ And Unsui’d say ‘I was keeping an eye on you’, and Agon’d make a face and tell him that that’s weird, Unsui, you’re really weird, and what Unsui /wouldn’t/ say was that Agon’d been holding on to Unsui’s shirt the whole time he was asleep, and Unsui’d felt kind of strangely proud about that. He’d pull said shirt on the next day, and he’d be pleased, because it’d smell like the sun. ] Unsui sighs. He tries another ‘Agon’, but it’s lost amidst the rustle of Agon turning over, and he gives up trying to admonish his twin about something that no amount of time or nagging will change. That used to be a painful concession at one point of Unsui’s life, a noose he’d fixed around his neck to prevent himself from tilting his head up and looking straight ahead. But Agon is always Agon. Unsui settles himself on the kotatsu futon, legs splayed over the thick blanket instead of under, and watches Agon bury his face in his own dreadlocks as if they were makeshift cushions. It’s difficult to say when it was that Unsui’d stopped trying to see younger Agon in present Agon, and it’s even more difficult to say when he’d stopped trying to stop—maybe it was after the World Cup in their second year of high school, maybe it was when he’d decided to go to Enma instead of Saikyo, maybe it was when Agon’d complained about having to live together during college. These are the things that Unsui can’t remember, but that’s a good sign. He knows he thinks too much sometimes. And when Unsui feels a tug, strong fingers gripping the end of Unsui’s shirt and then hooking around his waist (right, Agon’d always been a tactile sleeper), he doesn’t exactly protest it—all he does is think about sky-blue shirts and the long-forgotten sound of his mother’s exasperated laughter (“Unsui, you let Agon sleep on the laundry again?”).

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Happy Halloween. :) I have a question for you: where does it say in Eyeshield 21 (what volume, chapter, etc.) that Sanzo's real name is Kamata Genjo? (which conveniently forms the word okama....)

Ah, I'm sorry that this took so long to get back to you on...! I actually don't have the resource on hand with me, but the Eyeshield Data Book had all the names of the players on it and that was where it said that Sanzo's name is actually 'Kamata Genjo'! It's funny because it's a play on Genjo Sanzo but it's also...yeah...a play on okama...

I'll get back to you if I ever find a good scan of it!

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someone greenlight this

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