#[ it's so cuuuuuute i cant ]

[mitamicah]

He was such a big smiley in Backas I felt so blessed being present 🥹😭

Backas Vantaa, 3.7.24

[despairforme]

CHAPTER 5 - Turn up the heat.

[CHAPTER 4]

The Interhigh preliminaries went well. His teammates, rather than being discouraged because he was so much better than him, became inspired to rise higher. The team in general had a major step-up in their performance. There was no way for Tsukinogai to keep flying under the radar. They’d been a school nobody had heard of, but after their dominating performance in the preliminaries - they’d gotten attention. In the past, there had really only been one power-house school from the Akita prefecture. Now people were saying that Tsukinogai was ready to rise above the rest as well. They had completely annihilated the other teams in their block. People were beginning to give them nicknames, like: “the perfect defense”. Nnoitra didn’t mind that. He liked winning, but there wasn’t much pleasure in winning against teams that gave him no challenge. Nnoitra was just waiting for them to get to play Yōsen. Unfortunately, they’d been in different blocks, and wouldn’t face each other until the final league of the preliminaries.

         ❝We can’t stumble before the finish line.❞ The coach said, snapping Nnoitra back to the present. He hadn’t been paying attention (at all) to what was being said. ❝We’ve made massive steps, but we mustn’t become too sure of ourselves.❞ Nnoitra felt like this was being directed at him.

Tch.

As if he was too sure of himself. He’d worked hard for this confidence. It was well earned.

❝We still lack communication and team-spirit.❞ Now that was definitely directed at him. Shouldn’t the coach be glad they were all even here? Summer-break had just started. Everyone was so fixated on doing well for the team that nobody was skipping practice. Well - nobody except Nnoitra. “For the sake of team-building, I have arranged for us all to take a trip to Oga.” This news brought with it an excited cheer from the team - especially from the first-years.

What’cha all so excited ‘bout? Ya’ll ain’t even starters.

Nnoitra didn’t get it. So they were basically going on a training camp, huh? If the coach wanted to build the team spirit, why was he bringing them to such a boring place? Nnoitra didn’t know much about geography, but even he knew that Oga was not too far away from here.

We’re really on a budget, huh?

Well - so was his happiness. Nnoitra sighed. He didn’t want to go. It was true the mood between him and his teammates was completely different now. Hell, he’d even go as far as to say he tolerated them - and they tolerated him. He even joked around with a couple of them. The first years had stopped looking terrified whenever he spoke to them. All of this was progress, right? However, it didn’t mean he wanted to spend even more time with them. Nnoitra had planned to spend these days outdoors in the warm summer weather (they were having a very good summer so far). Laying in the shade of a tree... Eating candy. Maybe play some basketball by himself. Maybe message Murasakibara. But no - his plans were ruined now. He had half a mind not to go. If he refused to go, there would be a lot of bitching and complaining, and maybe his team would start disliking him again.

What a pain!

Life was hard. He had to go with them.

They left a few days later, early in the morning. Nnoitra looked at the bus with displeasure written all over his face.

         ❝What a sweet ride.❞ Nnoitra turned towards the voice. The sarcastic remark was coming from Tezuka Chikashi. After Nnoitra, he was the tallest on the team (though Nnoitra towered over him). He was a second year with weird bleached hair. Nnoitra didn’t mind Tezuka, since his jokes were often good, and he had a laid-back sort of attitude. Since he was rather tall, he was actually someone Nnoitra could work with on the pitch as well.

         ❝If this is ‘da ride, imagine what ‘da hotel is gonna be like.❞

         ❝What hotel? We’re obviously sleeping on the beach.❞ Nnoitra laughed a little to this, shaking his head. He wouldn’t be surprised.

Oga was a small-ish city on the coast, facing the Sea of Japan. It was located on a peninsula, so a high humidity was expected. The sun was shining when they arrived at the inn where they’d be staying. At least they weren’t actually sleeping under an open sky on the beach. Not that Nnoitra would’ve minded all that much. He brought his bag inside. The team would be sharing two rooms, and no - he wasn’t exactly looking forward to sleeping in a room full of people. He was a light sleeper.

He’d hoped they’d head straight for some sort of exercise regime, but no. The coach seemed to be in no rush to get actual training done. Instead, he let them all “hang out” and explore the inn, as well as the nearby area. Nnoitra followed his teammates. They were supposed to build their bond, right? It meant he had to stick with them. He wouldn’t say they directly excluded him. It was just that nobody spoke directly to him. Were they really that intimidated by him? Or had they just realized that he rarely said anything nice? Some of the ones who at least spoke to him were the captain, Tezuka, and two other guys whose name Nnoitra had only recently begun to remember. The first one was Okutani. He had short, spiky black hair and a darker complection than most. He was a second year, and apparently a first year on the team was his little brother. Nnoitra had been surprised to learn this, because the two didn’t look much like each other, and they were only one year apart. He’d heard some gossip that Okutani’s mother had had an affair, and that Okutani’s brother was a product of that. Another guy who spoke to Nnoitra was a third year named Sumeragi. He too had black hair, and always wore a smug expression, which put Nnoitra off.

Nnoitra looked around the group, trying to remember all the names (and failing). For a basketball team, their average height was not impressive enough. Nnoitra pulled the team up, sure, but there weren’t anyone else on the team who were truly tall. Tezuka was the second tallest, and Nnoitra was easily a head taller than him. They had a couple who Nnoitra thought were too short to play basketball, even by Japanese standards. Mah, they needed substitutes. Not everyone could play a full match, like Nnoitra could. He thought that rather than sitting around here chatting, they should all work on improving their stamina. It would help a ton if the taller guys could stay on the pitch the whole match.

He had tried his best to pay attention to the conversation that was going on, but his focus faded. 

I really am anti-social, huh?

What else should he work on while he was here? He had to keep building his stamina, sure. Another thing he should work on was his accuracy. Because he could so easily reach the hoop, he’d never been one for scoring three-pointers. He was not very good at shooting from a distance (it simply wasn’t as satisfying as dunking?). He could probably save a lot of energy if he could score from a distance. It would mean less running and less jumping. What was he sitting here for anyway? He wanted to train already!

        ❝I’m goin’ ‘fer a run.❞ He announced to the rest of the group, interrupting whatever conversation they’d been having. Everyone looked at him.

        ❝I’ll join you.❞ Tezuhika said, unexpectedly.

         ❝M-me too!❞ That was one of the smaller first-years. Nnoitra arched his brows, but

didn’t dismiss either of them. Why they wanted to go with him... He had no idea. He didn’t mind the company while he ran.

The three of them got changed into their training gear. The first year was already waiting in the lobby when Nnoitra came down (seemed like he thought they’d leave him behind).

         ❝What’s yer name anyway?❞ Nnoitra asked. He knew they’d been introduced but whatever. Not his fault he forgot names so easily.

         ❝S-sumeragi Reiji.❞

         ❝Sumeragi?❞ Nnoitra looked at him in confusion. Was this yet another pair of brothers on the team?

         ❝Y-yes! Natsuhiko is my big brother.❞

         ❝Really? Ya don’t look alike.❞ Kinda like the Okutani-brothers then.

         ❝Yes... I get that alot.❞ No wonder. While his big brother practically beamed confidence, this guy... Seemed intimidated.

         ❝hanks for waiting for me!❞ Tezuka came down into the lobby, having also changed.

         ❝Let’s go then.❞

It was still sunny out, but thankfully there was a breeze. Nnoitra had put his hair up so that it wouldn’t get in the way when he jogged. It didn’t take long for the three of them to start sweating - especially Reiji. The poor guy was a lot shorter than Nnoitra and Tezuka. Even Tezuka clearly had to jog faster than usual to keep up with Nnoitra’s long strides. While the two of them were jogging, Reiji was running. 

         ❝Are you trying to show off, or is this your actual running pace?❞ Tezuka asked with a breathless laugh. Nnoitra glanced over his shoulder. Yeah, he felt smug about being able to answer -

         ❝Nah, this is how I always run. Ya’ll just slow.❞ It wasn’t a lie.

         ❝Oh, it’s on!❞ Tezuka stepped up his speed, so that he was now jogging next to Nnoitra. 

They continued on like this for a while. Nnoitra had forgotten Reiji was even there, so when the first-year spoke, it was a bit of a surprise.

         ❝Gilga-Senpai... Tezuka-Senpai... I’m really sorry, but I can’t go on!❞ They heard him call out from behind. He sounded like he was about to pass out. Both Nnoitra and Tezuka stopped and turned around. Nnoitra almost laughed at how pathetic and half-dead the guy looked.

         ❝‘Daz yer problem. We’re leavin’ ya behind.❞ Nnoitra felt no pity.

         ❝Whaaat, you’re gonna leave the poor first-year alone? Gilga you’re heartless!❞ Tezuka said in a fake-dramatic voice and took a few steps back towards Reiji, who was wheezing, resting both hands on his thighs while he hunched over, trying not to puke. ❝Come on, I’ll walk you back.❞

         ❝Suit yerself. I’mma continue.❞ Nnoitra left them behind.

Even though they hadn’t spoken while they ran, it had still felt nice to have company. He noticed that he’d been more motivated to run when someone was with him. His mind had wandered less (which was always a good thing). He jogged down the street on his own now. It was quiet, hardly any traffic or other people. The loudest sound was his own breathing and heartbeat in his ears. Being alone... Wasn’t better, was it?

Almost like the weird (and misplaced) creeping loneliness had called out - 

         ❝Murasakibara!❞ Nnoitra exclaimed in surprise. The tall (not taller than him) figure turned around. As always, he had his hair down in his face. The chronic look of disinterest he always wore was slightly overshadowed by surprise.

         ❝Gilga, huh? What are you doing here?❞ Nnoitra was not surprised to see him carry around a bag of crisps.

         ❝They dragged me off ‘ta trainin’ camp.❞

         ❝Eh, for real? Me too.❞ They looked at each other for a moment. Nnoitra imagined they were thinking the same. This was one weird coincidence. Why did they keep running into each other? Not that he was complaining. ❝So, where is your team?❞

         ❝I went for a run by myself. Two others tried ‘ta keep up, but they failed.❞

         ❝Aren’t you impressive.❞ Murasakibara did not sound impressed. With his permanent flat, slightly sluggish tone, Nnoitra doubted he had the ability to form such an emotion.

         ❝I’m guessin’ ya didn’t outrun yer team? So where they at?❞

         ❝Back at the local gym. I told them I was going to get some water. I’m not going back yet. They’ll just make me join their practice. It’s tiring. I don’t want to.❞ He helped himself to some crisps, while watching Nnoitra for his reaction. They had similar stands on practicing with their teammates. Nnoitra didn’t like doing it because he didn’t see the point - he found it boring. Murasakibara clearly also found it boring. Nobody thought fun things were tiring after all. It wasn’t like Nnoitra thought running by himself was fun - and it sure was tiring, but it was a necessity. He had to get stronger, or he might find himself being beaten by this guy and his team. Like hell he was going to let that happen. ❝What’s with that serious look?❞ Murasakibara held out the bag of crisps for him. Nnoitra arched a brow. He didn’t think he’d be that willing to share (Nnoitra himself disliked sharing his snacks). He pushed his hand into the bag and fished out a couple of flakes.

        ❝Mah, I’m workin’ hard here ‘ta make sure I don’t lose against ya, but ya don’t give a shit.❞ It was an honest statement. He had sort of thought of Murasakibara as his rival, so it shouldn’t be such a shock that he was frustrated when he wasn’t taking it seriously.

        ❝Doesn’t that just mean you’re insecure?❞

         ❝Huh!?❞ He had never been called insecure in his entire goddamn life.

         ❝Doesn’t it mean you think you can’t beat me without improving? Aren’t you underestimating yourself?❞ He hadn’t thought of it like that. It was strange, to have someone talk so directly to him. The fact that he always intimidated people made sure nobody was ever honest with him. He wasn’t sure if he was being insulted or encouraged here. Maybe Murasakibara was doing neither. ❝Is it because you’re so skinny?❞

Don’t fuckin’ mess with me!

         ❝Shut up! Ya better watch yer fuckin’ mouth!❞ Nnoitra grabbed a forceful hold of the other’s shirt. The sudden movement caused Murasakibara to drop the bag of crisps. It fell on the ground and spilled all over the pavement. Nnoitra’s grip on the other’s collar tightened. He was expecting - as always when he showed aggression towards others - to be met with fear in the other’s eyes. That didn’t happen. Murasakibara wasn’t intimidated by him.

         ❝Are you mad?❞

         ❝Of course I’m fuckin’ mad! Ya think ya can insult me like that ‘n get away with it?❞

         ❝You think it matters to me that you’re so thin?❞ Murasakibara asked. Nnoitra had no idea where the fuck he was going with this. He had half a mind to punch him in the face for once again commenting on his weight.

         ❝What ‘da hell do ya mean?❞ Murasakibara brought his now free hands up to Nnoitra’s, to try and pry his fingers open and free himself from the hold. His fingers were cold.

         ❝I’m saying -❞ His voice had switched now, and it no longer carried that bored drag. ❝It pisses me off that you think you need to work hard to beat me. I’m looking forward to playing against you because I can finally go all-out without having to worry about hurting my opponent. So why are you pretending like you’re below me?❞ Nnoitra was so surprised by what the other was saying that his hold on him loosened, and Murasakibara was able to pull Nnoitra’s hand off him. Nnoitra’s palms were sweaty.

Had he really thought himself below Murasakibara? He had, hadn’t he? Just because the other weighed more than him. Just because of the brief 1v1 they had played, where he (for the first time in his life) had gotten some real opposition. He’d been afraid he wasn’t as good as he thought he was. His paranoia about his weight had really gotten to him.

They looked at each other for a long moment. Nnoitra didn’t know what to say. His heart was racing from the flash of anger, and though he didn’t feel all that angry anymore, his heart rate wasn’t settling. He didn’t know if he should glare at Murasakibara or not. In the end, he hadn’t insulted him. He’d called him his equal and that he shouldn’t worry so much about his weight. Exactly how he’d managed to see through him so easily was a mystery, and, frankly - unsettling. It was rare that Nnoitra felt understood. 

What ‘da fuck’s up with this guy...

         ❝Who ‘da hell thinks they’re below ya.❞ Nnoitra finally answered. His tone was lighter now. It looked like Murasakibara was a little relieved to see he wasn’t continuing the argument.

         ❝Oh, I don’t know. I sure hope it’s not the only person in Japan who’s actually taller than me.❞ He gestured from the top of his head to show the few centimeters that separated him from Nnoitra. Nnoitra breathed out a laugh.

         ❝Let’s go ‘n get some new crisps.❞

[frozenhi-chews]

HEAVY BREATHING

[caracello]

treating my baby today

[sketchy-tour]

WH spoilers below the cut I just need to scream about it some more

BUT I CANT GET OVER THIS COMMERCIAL AND ITS ART STYLE ITS SO CUUUUUUTE AAWAAAAAAAH!!!! IM GONNA STARE AT IT!!! STUDY!!! I wanna draw Dandy in this sort of style so BAD!!!!!

ITS SO ROUND AND SQUISH SO PRECIOUS

[kaitosduckmania]

1, 12, and 25 for Lena?

1. Why do I like/dislike this character

Self-projection lmao. But like yeah, a lot of the things I like about Lena comes from feeling the same sorta anxieties and fears that the show portrays. Abusive familial experience, jaded outlook in life at first introduction, wanted to be free and saved from Magica, her apprehensions to the new friends she made knowing that they can abandon her because she will always be a monster (at least cultivated the idea in her head because of Magica), the list goes on forever.

Out of the cast, Lena is one that I would regard as one of the few characters to have a genuinely sataisfying* arc that I'm always engaged compared to the other kids characters in the show.

* - The Phantom and the Sorceress

12. What's a headcannon that you have for this character?

Im not a very creative person with headcannons, i either stick to source material and play around with ideas, I cant just pull out something like most fandom savvy peeps

I will say i just like the idea that she meditates or drinks tea from time to time. In fact, she has an affinity for tea that she would hide it out of the hypocrisy of teasing Ms. Tea Bags Beakley.

25. What was my first impression with this character? How about now?

My line of thought by the first watch of the Beagle Birthday Breakout:

- Gay gay homesexual gay

- She thinks she's so emo but all she ever listened to was My Chemical Romance

- She is so cuuuuuute and i love her fiiiiit

just pick any one of the three

And my thoughts on her now, well she's one of my comfort characters i obsess over

[carnivorousyandeere]

doe please im sorry i cant control myself. i just wanna tackle kurtis and smooch his face. make him friendship bracelets. play with his hair. go on stupid beach adventures. im feeling a certain amount of cute aggression and i cant explain it.

- mazzy 💕

THAT’S SO CUUUUUUTE 😭

Kurtis would eat that up. It’s literally his dream life 😭💞💞💞

You are more than free to play with his hair and pinch his cheeks and whatever else you need to do to get the cute aggression out. Kurtis smiles and preens as you do, looking like the cat that got the cream. If he were a cat or werecat you could be sure he’d be purring up a storm, especially when you lay his head on your lap and scratch gently at his scalp.

[bunthatstinksgood]

hey big sis... its the little pervert again... I really want you to sit on my face, let me plunge my tongue into your musly asshole as you do anything else... I would never want you to get up, just to keep being your perfect seat... rimming and huffing until I cum my little brains out... please >/////<

- your favorite buttplug <3

how cuuuuuute !!! you really enjoy being my worn out, musky buttplug, huh?? glad i dont have to feel guilty for ruining you!

you cant do anything without stinking up the place... youve been a nice little sweatrag, too! breath rank w big sis's unwashed ass..... stimulating me while i veg out, or smoke, or game......

id taunt you for being so far gone, but i dont think buttplugs feel shame... you certainly dont~

[margle]

heyy fellow crj stan here!!! i saw her live in 2019 and she was fantastic. whats ur fave song? its kind of silly but feels right and tiny little bows are my faves haha. oh maybe also bucket.

heyyy! ive been a fan since around emotion but i still havent heard her live im so jealous

cool choices! i rarely listen to kiss and tug of war so i dont listen to the last two very often. but ive been playing dedicated on repeat lately. thank you so much for giving me an excuse to talk about crj <3

my faves from each album that i regularly listen to:

emotion:

i mostly listen to emotion in one go without any skips. as a result i dont really have a favourite. but ive been listening to never get to hold you a lot recently because it feels like a bridge between the emotion era and her newer work.

emotion side b:

cry. it's simultaneously melodramatic and earnest in a way that only carly can do.

dedicated:

i'll be your girl. i love this song soooo much. the kinda ska inspired instrumentals + the darker subject matter make this such a unique song in her discography.

everything he needs. i love it when she gets silly. fun!! again, one of the most distinctive things about crj is how earnest she always sounds. also, i love the original shelley duvall version.

dedicated side b:

fake mona lisa. this could be my favourite crj song. i love the theme and lyrics. i prefer songs with more abstract lyrics that kind of wash over you. this track fits the bill perfectly and also is really fun to analyse. it is too short though!

now i dont hate california after all. this is a polarising song but i personally love it. i like quite maximalist pop with lots of texture - the watery sound effects are so cute. i love the theme and lyrics - the idea of falling in love with a place because you become besotted with someone. it feels refreshing - learning to become uncynical.

(summer love and this is what they say are also great)

the loneliest time:

sideways. cuuuuuute. crj makes music to smile to. the sparkly instrumentation and lyrics would sound cheesy from another artist but crj just puts her heart into everything.

bends. dreamy and smooth. music to listen to on your bed in complete darkness. again, pretty and abstract lyrics. (though i dont like the "blue eyes" line because it kind of pulls me out of the song)

western wind. same reasons as the one above. but this time it's music to listen to in a summer field at night. also i love the motif of california in her music.

so nice. one of the rare times you can use "saccharine" as a compliment. i have to be in the right mood for this one but it's just so delightful.

(all three bonus tracks could make this list but i cant separate them)

the loveliest time:

shadow. this is one of her best songs. im in love with the lyrics. im in love with the instrumentation. if i could recommend anyone a crj song, it would probably be this one. thearchitectureofthisconnectionisyourreflectionisalwaysfollowingme...

kollage. crj makes music that feels like floating in the middle of a lake. i sound like a broken record but i just love the way she uses words. it feels so effortless. it doesnt feel like she has sat down and laboriously written them down - it feels like she is just speaking spontaneously. in a poetic but simple way. (Living with uncertainty like nothing really matters / Passed the future on my way to work / And found myself back in bed with you)

aeroplanes. this is like 3 songs in one. i like the off kilter beat.

weekend love. this song has a special place in my heart. i like the way the meaning of the song (about looking back at an affair), feels like it is looking back at the album and finding closure. it feels comfortingly mature (Got me so high but everybody comes down) (Alright, guess it was a past life / I haven't seen you around / But it's alright, I'm alright, ah / Soft light hits me on the high line / So go on fooling around / I'll be alright, I'm alright, ah)

[inkykeiji]

he is literally so flippin cute ｡：ﾟ(｡ﾉω＼｡)ﾟ･｡

according to this translation guide, he’s saying ‘kurogiri, where’s the video—what? he’s asleep? what is he, a kid?’

[kangyeosaang]

[sunflower-vol14]

IM GOING TO CRY WE HAVEN’T SEEN HARRY BE THIS HIMSELF AND DORKY AND CUTE AND ENDEARING IN SO LONG

[breadpittgenie]

[cornflowercanine]

hi i got dragron ( @conifernous​ I LOVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU I L) and placeholder dragron until i have cre8ive idea   i made haku

8onus 8ad image with an item i got from dizzywing dispatch;

[runningoutofbooks]

There is this new security guard at work and all I want to do is ask them out but I don’t handle rejection well and chances are they’re in a committed relationship or not in to women and I just can’t handle that right now

[wanksy]

the way reigen pronounces serizawa