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umm i need reassurance that my presence is wanted but i can’t ask for reassurance because that’s really Embarrassing and it wouldn’t feel genuine if i asked for it

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I love birdwatchers they’re like “I just saw my ALL TIME FAVORITE BIRD SPECIES! I’ve always dreamed of seeing one in the wild! I am ECSTATIC!” and it’s the most boring looking little brown bird you’ve ever seen.

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Hello everyone, I'm new to the Yu Yu Hakusho fandom. I've been thinking about creating this blog for a long time and I finally made my decision. I hope it will be fun for me and all Yu Yu Hakusho and Kuwameshi lovers. Thank you!

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So many people do not understand the relationship between climate change and cold weather.

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Women can write m/m. Men can write f/f. Asexuals can write filthy smut. Lesbians and gay men can write m/f. It's all arbitrary anyway. Who give a shit.

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cw: fluff. talk of marriage.

“Hey, when do you want to get married?”

Luffy’s simple question, asked out of the blue on a sunny and clear Sunday afternoon at the pier of the newest island you’ve washed up ashore, completely stops you in your tracks, abruptly enough that you practically stumble with interrupted momentum. He takes this in stride, stopping next to you with far more grace; his free hand, not the one that has let ice cream atop a cone drip onto his wrist, holds on to the back of your shirt just enough to keep you from hitting the ground, and helps you right yourself.

“You okay?” he asks. 

Your mouth opens and closes in surprise for a split second, but you nod quickly before buying time to respond with a bite of your waffle. Luffy waits patiently, and his expression is difficult to read even for you; there’s no typical smile on his face but he doesn’t seem upset, just patient, perhaps pensive even.

Luffy’s always oddly patient despite himself, when it comes to you. 

“I’m fine,” you say after two rapid chews and a swallow. You resume your pace, trying to keep yourself from looking at him. “What do you mean, marriage?”

Luffy isn’t following you; rather he’s planted in place, and you make it four steps before you turn to look at him, your heart beginning to thump just a little harder in your chest. The ice cream continues to drip but he doesn’t do anything about it - rather he keeps his gaze focused on you for a moment.

“You don’t want to get married?” he asks. 

The statement is said somewhere between a question and a statement and it makes your stomach turn.

Your relationship with Luffy is confusing.

You can’t deny that he cares about you, but caring is so natural to Luffy that you might as well declare that the sky is blue in the same sentence, or that Luffy plans to be the freest man in the world. 

… and therein lies the issue.

You find yourself looking around before you answer, even though no one in this bustling crowd would ever bother to interrupt your conversation, the two of you blending in as naturally as can be despite being wanted (seriously unevenly so, but both with bounties nonetheless). The notorious straw hat remains hidden on Luffy’s person, layered below a light windbreaker and you’ve long since ditched the glasses your wanted person demonstrates you wearing, the Clark Kent-Superman effect surprisingly effective. 

For now the two of you are just two lovers, on a date, that may have just turned the tiniest bit uncertain.

“I-It’s not that I don’t want to get married, I’m just surprised you do,” you finally admit. 

Luffy tilts his head for a moment. You grimace, but don’t say more, and he finally remembers that he’s a grown man with 3 scoops of ice cream balanced precariously on a cone and dripping onto the boardwalk and practically swallows the entire snack whole, before looking at you. 

His expression remains serious despite how silly he is, and a small part of you wants to laugh, but it’s drowned out by the very loud realization that Luffy seriously plans to marry you. 

“Why wouldn’t I want to?” he asks.

He takes a few bites of the remaining cone and starts walking anew. You fall into step, retracing the path of your conversation before now to see when and why he might come up with this question.

Your date started off at a buffet (which by the look on the owner’s face, he may have considered banning you, or really Luffy, from every returning); your next move was to play carnival games which Luffy was surprisingly terrible at, and desperate to cheat, stopped only by your equally desperate pleas; after that was window shopping, for candy and trinkets, and then you’d continued to walk until you passed by the ice cream seller and then-

Window shopping. You backtrack.

Your eyes had lingered too long on a towering and particularly elaborate white dress, posted proudly at the front of a bridal shop, paired with ornate, shimmering jewelry at the neckline and dangling from the mannequin’s ears. It was the type of dress that seemed completely out of place at this venue, elegant but attention-grabbing; you’d only looked for a moment, then looked away, but for a second, you considered that it was beautiful; perhaps you saw yourself in that dress for a moment, and just as quickly that thought had dissipated from your mind. A fleeting thought of marrying your captain, gone with the wind.

But here you were minutes later, and Luffy had caught on to you.

Luffy is now asking you why you are surprised he wants to get married. 

And most importantly, married to you.

“Why would you, Luffy?” you ask.

He frowns.

“I asked you first.”

Why wouldn’t he marry you?

“Luffy, isn’t your goal to be the freest man in the world?” you ask him, taking another bite of your waffle. There isn’t much left, three bites tops, and then you’ll have nothing to help you pretend this conversation isn’t tearing at the soft of your soul. 

Luffy’s cone is gone by now, and you hand him a wet wipe, from a packet you carried in your jacket pocket, which he looks at for a moment, but takes anyway to clean his hands.

“Yeah.”

He hasn’t made whatever connection you’re making, and his tone communicates that.

“But what does that have to do with marrying you?”

You bite your lower lip slightly.

“Ever heard of the old ‘ball and chain’ analogy?”

“Yeah, and it’s stupid,” he replies. You stop for a moment in your walk, and find yourself chuckling.

“What part is stupid?”

Luffy seems almost confused that you’re asking. His hands raise above his head and rest behind neck as you continue your stroll, a relaxed position.

“Don’t get married if you think the person is holding you back.”

You nod. A moment pauses then you stop again. He stops too, and glances at you.

“I don’t want to hold you back, Luffy.”

It’s a surprisingly difficult thing to say out loud, you find, a soft sigh added to the statement. There’s catharsis in the words hanging in the air, the verbalization of your tenuous entanglement with your lover first, captain second. 

“You wouldn’t be able to. I’d always want you with me. That’s why I’m asking.”

He stops again, and turns to face you, asking the question again.

“If you don’t want to-”

Too eager perhaps, you cut him off, your heart pounding in your chest.

“Yes, I do, I just…” you trail off, and he’s still frowning, and you wonder why you’re so complicated in your emotions, but he’s far more decisive than you are, and it’s what you love so much about him.

“If so, then just tell me. When do you want to get married? Or where?”

You take a deep breath, cupping your face in his hands for a moment as you settle yourself, eyes closing gently as you think.

You want to marry him. He wants to marry you. You’re not a liability, he wants you there with him.

You say it again to yourself two times over.

Centered by your feet on the ground and your palms holding the man you love, who loves you just as fervently.

“Let me think about it, Luffy,” you ask.

Your eyes open, and he’s staring at you, and is unreadable, but you tip forward and peck him on the lips to reassure him.

“I want it to be grand.”

Luffy finally smiles that smile that rivals the sun, the moon and the stars, before he kisses you again.

“Whatever you want!”

Your hands link again.

Another moment passes, and you stop once more, then whip your head around to look at him.

“Wait, Luffy, this better not be how you propose to me.”

He looks taken aback for a second, but then grins widely, letting out a laugh.

“No, it isn’t.”

His fingers interlace more tightly with yours and he laughs a little louder this time, but you can tell the laugh is partially for him more than for you.

“It’s just nice to know that you’ll definitely say yes.”

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Jingiling Bumpkin-

tag yourself i'm his little meowing dodecahedron

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What is the appeal of FunnyBunny?

I'm also a huge fsn of it, but I can't think of a reason as to why or what I would say if someone asks me the same question

So I'm trying to relate

This may surprise you but when I saw the first episode I was going to be a Ragatha x Pomni shipper (Still am)

But Glitch posted the first TADC merch video and posted THIS SHORT SO THIS IS GLITCH FAULT

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It's 2024 and this has for once appeared on my dash. Guys, I am bad at math but what the actual fuck.

One

Three

Five

Seven

Nine

The above numbers are odd and any number ending with them is Odd.

Anything with a zero at the end is an even number. So 30 and 50 are even numbers.

Please god, don't make the girl who failed math throughout my whole academic life be the one to correct ya'll.

Every single odd number has an “e” in it.

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SPOILERS for Episode 3 of TADC so please proceed with caution

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Theory: Kinger was once focused on finding the exit or figuring out how the game/circus worked. He was likely obsessed because he wanted to free himself and Queenie from the digital realm.

In his obsession to get them out, he neglected Queenie which caused her abstraction.

Here’s why I think this:

Kinger and Pomni listening to dialogue of the husband in the haunted house. When the recording says his paranoia and obsession resulted in him unaliving his wife, We see Kinger looking sad. Pomni even notices the change here suddenly when she looks at Kinger.

Kinger also reveals he has experience in computer science which could lend itself to the theory that he had some part in creating the circus but not enough to know how to leave.

Kinger says he can’t remember what lead up to Queenie abstracting and ending up in the fort, but he then tells Pomni to hold onto the good memories and cherish them and that the worst thing you could do is “make someone feel unwanted or not loved”

But why would he say this if this wasn’t somehow connected to Queenie’s abstraction?

Additionally, before the reveal he tells Pomni he knows how scary and lost one can feel in this world. He understands Pomni’s feelings.

I believe Kinger gave up on an exit and solution the moment Queenie abstracted because it’s what led to her abstraction in the first place. Episode 3 gives subtle hints to support the theory but nothing explicit.

Last thing to note that has nothing to do with this theory specifically: Do we think Pomni was referring to Caine or to someone else when she said “He just wants me to suffer” because I don’t think it’s Caine.

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Kinger: (walks into the room)

Pomni: (crying)

Kinger: (pulls out a shotgun and cocks it) Alright, who did this to you?

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(at the hospital)

Caine: I'm sorry, only family is allowed to see her right now.

Kinger: Bold of you to assume I won't legally adopt her RIGHT NOW.

Pomni, weakly: You tell 'em, Kinger...

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Simple height chart for the scrunklies

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Really want to get back into sharing more about them ✨