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[rotyolk]

dunimal croshin'

[viyojo]

Panel redraw because damn this chapter

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Ace Trappola: Trouble, that Trappola

Wow, different pjs??? I wonder if each student will truly have unique sleepwear or if it’ll be like “everyone in the same dorm has similar sleepwear, just recolored and with a different motif”. I’ve been laughing about how Ace is dressed and posed, it’s very… Justin Bieber-coded. His bedhead though, it reminds me of Sylvain from FE3H.

Fun fact, I have an irl friend that has the same birthday as Ace... Therefore, I am legally obligated to celebrate it with them/j This year, we're going to an Alice in Wonderland-themed afternoon tea, which I think is very appropriate for Ace! Aaaaaah, My Alice in Wonderland-loving heart can’t take it 😭

Rise and Shine!

He was having a pleasant dream.

There was a path, and the longer he walked on that path, the more the scenery morphed into nonsense.

First was a forest full of twisting turns, colorful signs that pointed this way and that. There was mewing coming from the trees overhead, but every time he looked, he’d find no one there.

Next was a field of progressively bigger and bigger plants. The flowers had faces set in them, and they taunted Ace as he passed. He had plucked the underside of a mushroom cap and chomped down on it. A mistake—Ace had an out-of-body experience, ballooning to the size of a giant and then back to his regular size.

Then he washed away in a sea of tea, spilling from a gigantic glass bottle labelled Drink Me. He swam with the sugar cubes drifting in the fragrant rapids. He caught a current of milk and rode it past trees of chocolate. A dollop of grape jam had dropped down from a branch and landed on his nose.

When Ace, at last, fished himself out of the tea, he was left sticky, skin caked in sugar. As he made to wring his clothes of Darjeeling, he spotted an iced cookie by his feet. Eat Me, it said. There was a trail of them, confections dotting the road ahead in a neat trail. He had followed it—followed until the cookies became crumbs and he was left wandering in a white void, a blank canvas.

Wandering… wandering… where?

Just as that question cropped up like an unwanted weed in an otherwise flawless lawn, a soft sound tickled his ear.

Someone was calling his name.

Who is it…?

He picked up his pace. A casual stroll to a speed walk, then a speed walk into a jog, a job into a run, then a run into a full-on sprint.

"I'm coming! I'm coming already, darn it!!" Ace shouted into the blinding white. "I'm coming, so...!!"

Wait for me. I'll meet you there.

I'll definitely, definitely...!!

His eyes snapped open.

He was lying on his back, wrapped up in his comforter and staring up at the ceiling of his bedroom. Ace blinked several times, slowly adjusting to the sunlight that was spilling in through drawn curtains. A groan escaped him--it was too early for this.

“Mmm… What time is it?” He rolled over in a groggy daze, reaching for his phone. It was still connected to a charger, but it snapped right out of its socket when Ace jolted up. "WHAT?!"

The time, it couldn't be correct. But the line of text messages in his history confirmed the building dread in his stomach.

Gm, Ace! I'll be over soon. Cya then.

I'm here!

Hey, are you up? It's 10 minutes past.

Did you stay up late talking to your bro and sleep through your alarm again?

Hellooooo?

I'm gonna leave without you if you don't come out in 5 minutes.

"Crap, I'm running late!!"

Ace leapt out of bed and flew across his room. The comics and magazines littering his mattress scattered to the floor, but he didn't stop to pick them up.

He moved like lightning, hurriedly dressing and rushing into the communal washroom. While he brushed his teeth with one hand (lest he face the wrath of his vice dorm leader), he teased out his hair with the other. After splashing his face with water (who was going to clock him, Vil?), Ace scribbled on his signature heart, grabbed his backpack, and slipped into his sneakers.

He had his technique down pat thanks to years of practice.

Ace bolted down the hall, stuffing a protein bar into his mouth as he cleared the door. The day greeted him--and so did you, glancing up from your own phone.

"There you are! You kept me waiting, wise guy," you lectured him. It wasn't anything serious--not like his dorm leader's lengthy tirades--just paling around.

"Excuse you," Ace huffed, running a hand through his hair, "I'm fashionably late. There's a difference."

You laughed. Typical of him to always have a snappy comeback prepared.

"Well, c'mon then, fashionably late loser," you urged, playfully nudging his arm, "or we'll both be tardy."

"We'll be late, but at least we'll be late together," he grumbled, nudging you back. "That's fine by me. Wouldn't be the worst thing in the world to be stuck in a room with ya for the afternoon."

"That's a weird way of describing detention with Crewel-sensei."

"What can I say? I'm a poet," he shrugged, letting his sarcasm drip like thick nectar. "Besides, I can't leave you hangin'."

"No?" Your eyebrows hitched. "Funny, cuz I clearly remember you ditching me for cleaning duty on the first day of classes. I almost thought you had left for class without me today too."

"Oi, that was then and this is now! Come on, do you really think I'd do that to you? Me? Really?"

"Absolutely," you said without missing a beat.

"Pfft. You're so wrong about that." He rolled his eyes. "If you were really that worried that I'd gone without you, you could've poked your head in to check on me."

You frowned. "That'd mean I'd have to go into your room."

"So? I've been over at your place and in your room before. What's the big deal? You'd just be returning the favor."

He leaned in, so close that your noses almost touched. Your heart stood still. The corners of Ace's mouth lifted into a smirk. It suited him well, loathe as you were to admit it.

"Or is it that you're being shy?" he asked in a singsong. "Prefect 🎵"

"I-I'm not!" you squeaked, stepping back to put distance between the two of you. "Quit assuming things, Ace! This is why you're so annoying."

"And who is it that's decided to hang out with my 'annoying' ass, huh?" he countered smoothly.

"Urgh...! Maybe I shouldn't have wasted my time waiting for you to get ready after all..." you muttered, turning away from him. "My morning would be way more peaceful without you."

"Way less interesting too," he quipped--getting in the last word.

You shook your head, but didn't bring yourself to argue. However meddlesome his tongue was, he had spoken the naked truth.

He's trouble, that Trappola.

[darylarry]

jensen stans who hate jared are HILARIOUS to me.

jensen has admitted to punching people because they started shit with jared, has pulled jared off red carpets or crashed panels because be wasn’t feeling well, got angry over facebook pages badmouthing jared or at fans who told him to strop crying.

they lived together, then lived next to each other. they know each other inside out. their kids call each other “uncle”.

jensen said how “we never get tired of each other which i think speaks volume we spend that much time together and i think it's also why we're still here today... we get tired of misha” and how “jared and i are gonna be in harmony for the rest of our lives”.

jensen agreed when jared said “this isn’t the first lifetime we’ve been friends” implying their friendship is so strong it transcends lifetimes.

fam, and you really think the man wouldn’t immediately deck you if he found out you regularly send his soulmate/best friend for life hate? be serious.

[psychictimestone]

Thinking about Silver and the references to his love of (blue) skies 🔵☁️

[bebegi]

OOPS! ೃ⁀➷ STARDUST CRUSADERS

𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶! 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘩 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭! 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦!

genre: accidental confession | modern au | reader x holly, mariah, steely dan, terence d'arby, polnareff.

warnings: lots of swearing and perhaps a little suggestive but nothing else!

PART I– PART II – PART III – PART IV – PART V – PART VI – PART VII – PART VIII – PART IX

notes: why is holly kujo in here, you may ask, why wouldn't she be, i ask you – that woman deserves the world and I'd give it to her if she asked me to,, also i would fight her poor excuse of a husband even if she didn't ask me to (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)

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[meramu-meramu]

I've actually wondered before how well Giorno's speech pattern is even conveyed or understood, like in general across the multiple localizations, to non-Japanese speakers. Iirc a lot of the English tls don't even take his keigo into consideration, sometimes for valid reasons like lack of space for speech bubbles or lack of reading time in subtitles. However, if translated, I do think that because of the differences in how polite English versus polite Japanese is utilized, he's a lot more likely to come across as arrogant in English whereas in Japanese there's instead this odd contrast between his assertiveness and his humble politeness that really stands out. Tbh I've sometimes wondered if this is why so many English speakers call Giorno boring, like, idk, there's an argument to be made that he's more strange and unpredictable to jp readers. Also?? I forget how they phrase it but whole thing about Giorno being withdrawn or whatever that the other characters keep commenting on, I feel like that's definitely one thing that's a bit lost in translation.

Also in jp I feel like the times he's NOT polite stand out way more. Giorno spends the whole white album fight speaking to Mista in perfect keigo, life or death situation but he is still conjugating those verbs! But at the very start of part 5 he quite rudely tells the girls bothering him to "get lost" lmao

[owari--hajimari]

i don’t think rhyme’s relationship to her gender identity is particularly important to the larger picture of twewy, but i do think beat’s perception of her as a girl, as his younger sister, is very very important. cause masculinity as equal to strength is important to beat, and it explains a lot of his relationship to rhyme. rhyme protecting beat, her kindness when they were alive, succeeding at pushing him out of the way in the same way beat failed, it’s an indignity. rhyme, a young girl, his family, then his partner in the Game, like every category of ‘what a man should protect’, is stronger than beat. beat fails to protect her time and time again. and he resents that. that he’s so weak. that she had to protect him.

liiiike, what kariya says to beat after ganking rhyme, “[rhyme] isn’t gone because of us. she’s gone because of you. you failed to protect your partner. […] she protected you. gave her life for you. […] you want payback? then man up” <- thats what its all about. and ‘she’s gone because of you’ stinging twice cause he failed and that’s why she was in the Game at all. later, as a reaper, beat says to neku “you man up any yet? cause i don’t believe in hittin’ women and children” it’s cyclicalll and beat clinging to the ideal of masculinity in the face of his own powerlessness

[braincellwhatsthat]

i would love love love to see kasanoda in your style !!

HE AND MEI ARE SO CUTE TGT IN THE MANGA GRAHHHHHHH

[oddeyes588]

Oi. Oi Duel Links. Don't you try and brush past this little confirmation of existential dread. Come back here.

[trubbishrubbish]

I am now playing Danganronpa as god intended.

[willyhoos]

Q: WHAT TOPS THE FOOD CHAIN? A: HUMANS

[thesharksimp]

Fun fact: Japanese literature's equivalent of Shakespeare, Sōseki Natsume, created a sophisticated way of confessing your love due to the reserved romantic nature of the Japanese, which is asking "tsuki ga kirei desu ne?" ("the moon is pretty/beautiful, isn't it?")

So the first reaction Sal has to Wadanohara when she discovers him before revealing himself as the mastermind is to poetically rizz her

[himawanai]

post this deer

[corpiote]

my hobby is also being in a corner of a room

[cozymochi]

I CANt beLIEVE I HAVE TO SIT THROUGH HEARTSLABYUL AGAIN bUt iM going to EAT EVERY FRAMe I sEe