#(no he's not)

[running-with-the-feels]

I'm fully convinced that Johnny gets all the defenders together for sleepovers and shit to like "boost morale" and whatnot and I 100% believe that hr makes them play drinking games too like, imagine-

Jax: Never have I ever, slept with Johnny Cage

Sonya, taking a shot: Well that's just targeted

Kuai Liang, also takes a shot:.......

Stunned silence falls over the room

Kuai Liang: So not Judge me, never speak of this again

Hanzo, seething with jealousy in the back:.....I am a normal amount of upset about this.

[obamousse]

Bokuto came to Fukurodani by a sports scholarship. He worked hard in volleyball to chase his dreams and land a slot there. His mom and sisters were so proud of him, because he fought for himself to go to a good school whose tuition they could never afford.

And he knows the value of his hard work, and know he has to keep up with his skills.

For the first time, he saw someone who would be as encouraging to him as his teammates and coach. Having learnt in public schools, Fukurodani is a dream come true to him.

When he was young, he had the dream to become a volleyball player, and he was grateful his mother and sister doted on him enough to let it happen. They believed Bokuto works hard and is serious in what he is saying, even though he may act childish and others didn't take him seriously hence. Thus, he was unsure, may be volleyball is just a hobby, and no way he would pursue it as a job, right? His mom and sisters try to encourage him, but what do they know?

Now in Fukurodani, his teammates respect him, yet they tolerate his mood swings and realize who their captain is and how talented he could be. It was a moment of confidence and relief to Bokuto, and he could now step further, be more confident, speak up, and he will forever cherish those people as his best friends. He learnt to lead, to handle the complete trust they give him, flourish his abilities and discover a deeper meaning, about teamwork, personal connections, and his passion for volleyball grows.

[flannelepicurean]

Karate's Bad Boy Mike Barnes

Okay, I FINALLY, LITERALLY, ACTUALLY got around to watching The Karate Kid Part III, and first off, this film is an absolute GIFT. I have...so many. Just so many. But I really needed to take the time to address a big point that was brought up by the excellent friendo who made sure I could see TKK3. Here you go:

I don’t think Mike Barnes is actually that bad of a karate boy.

I know what the article said. I saw the picture. It does indeed beg the question, “What did he do to get an entire article written about him, with the headline, Karate’s Bad Boy, Mike Barnes, emblazoned over THAT PHOTO? What deeds did he do that made him exactly the right candy to tickle the fancy of a towering toxic waste billionaire in a single-serving hot tub?”

Here are some FACTS, my sweet Cadbury snake eggs.

Mike Barnes is not karate’s bad boy, and he never was. Terry Silver is. You know it. I know it. Everyone in LA knows it. Mike Barnes knows it. And the minute he laid eyes on that shoujo-manga villain from afar, he was like, “I’m gonna sweep the leg on that man’s heart and get swept off my feet into a billionaire romance novel. [Dramatic turn] But HOW…”

Next thing you know, he’s storming into the HQ of The Karate Times to rock them like a hurricane, demanding they write an article about how he’s Karate’s Bad Boy. They scoff at him because, no, TERRY SILVER is karate’s bad boy. What, did you just get off the bus from turnip town?

And Mike is like, I dunno, “Actually, Kalamazoo, and I’ve been here for a couple years, but THAT’S NOT THE POINT, MAN! YOU GOTTA WRITE THAT ARTICLE!!!”

And the editor, whose name is Paulie, is like, “Why? You already knocked over Denise’s typewriter and a filing cabinet. Why would we do anything for you?”

And Mike’s like, “BECAUSE…[breathing with maximum nostrils] BECAUSE… [eyes becoming shiny] ...because…” And then he breaks down anime-style about how he needs senpai to notice him so he can do an elaborate scheme to win the heart of a billionaire villain.

Paulie and the entire staff lean forward like, “Wait…you’re saying that…you…and Terry Silver…”

Mike looks up. Fingers snap a jaunty rhythm in the background, and his eyes glow like prom-night lights as he begins to explain, “He…he…” A basso voice drops a jelly-bouncing, “JITTERBUG,” into the soundtrack. Mike’s grin twinkles. “Just…awakened something, I guess…”

JITTERBUG.

Paulie slams his palms on his desk and rockets to his feet, hollers, “Why didn’t ya say so?! If you say you can break boards…let’s go see if you can break hearts.”

Mike looks around as the staff mobilize with gusto, hardly believing his luck. “Really? You’ll help me?!”

Paulie spreads his arms wide. “This is KARATE TOWN, kid! We do wacky shit like this all the time! Come on, let’s get you a PHOTO SHOOT!” Mike follows the staff to a warehouse area off the side of the office, where the lights are bright and the possibilities are endless, breathes with amazement, “Wow, so many punching bags…”

He hits that high with all the kicks. So many beats per minute on those punching bags. Puts the boom boom into everyone’s hearts and goes bang-bang-bang until Paulie shouts, “THAT’S IT! THAT’S THE ONE! START THE PRESSES!!!”

The building’s doors WHAM open a few hours later, and Mike steps out, a big stack of newsprint headshots clutched to his chest, his smile as dazzling as the California afternoon as he twirls like Mary Tyler Moore and releases them like doves or parade confetti into the air, then goes skipping down the sidewalk toward his destiny.

A cop snatches one from the air and calls, “Hey! That’s littering!”

Paulie sidles up next to him and warns, “Careful, Arnie—that’s karate’s bad boy, Mike Barnes.”

Arnie rolls his eyes. Scoffs, “C’mon. Terry Silver’s karate’s bad boy.”

Paulie gazes off at the trail of litter in Mike’s wake, a twinkle in his eye, and a gnomish smile on his face. “Not anymore.”

Arnie looks down at the picture in his hand: A sharp face, and fists poised, a mean mug like a mad mongoose, ready to take on a snake ten times his size. Raises a brow. Remarks, “Wow.” Turns to Paulie. “You’re gonna be busy.”

Paulie shrugs. “Denise is already workin’ on a wedding feature and a couple obituaries.”

Arnie shakes his head. “You picked the right town to do business.”

“Ain’t that the truth,” Paulie chuckles. “It’s freakin’ bonkers here.”

[agent-troi]

Mulder: Hostage or not, sometimes it’s nice being held. Scully: Are you okay.

[murderoushagthesequel]

i've gotten so used to reading harry in jegulus fics that thinking of him as a full human being, not just a toddler feels weird

[arcxnumvitae]

@lunarxdaydream said: I’m sorry Aur 😂

That's it, he's taking a vacation. He needs one.

[powdeeee]

Fuck you to anyone who likes Quaritch

[mstopportunity]

Please say sike right now.

Izutsumi in this scene is not familiar with spoons. She's not holding it in a backhand grip because that's easier for her, but because she doesn't know how else to use it. And while ordinarily I'd agree that someone shouldn't be made to eat something they don't want to, there very much isn't an unlimited amount or variety of food available to the party and they all need a balanced, varied diet. This is a recurring theme throughout the series.

It is not abuse, not "parents forcing manners on kids", it's Senshi doing his best to ensure Izutsumi is fed with the limited tools available to him.

Also, while there are ways that parents making children behave a certain way can be abusive, it is also the job of a parent to make sure the kid knows how they are expected to behave in public.

Senshi finally has a real youngling to father around (to Chilchuck's relief)

[twinliches]

the city where we live doesn't allow public barbecues so my brother fucking welded a grill to a handcart and now hosts "chill and grill sessions" where he sends all his friends his live location so they can hunt him down on their bikes with sausages in their backpacks while he carts it around evading the police like some sort of barbecue vigilante, grilling on the run. i have never been prouder of him

[wolfythewitch]

jesus in the hades art style

[scramratz]

[ourlordapollo]

The zoo in my hometown posted this picture of one of their cheetah cubs and I'm obsessed

HIS NAME IS YAM ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDINF ME

[dsmsix]

thought I was muted and just had this exchange with a coworker on a zoom call

[princehendir]

I also think that all the "um okay knives out & glass onion were good. Wrap it up now" posts are so funny. You're tripping if you think there's not going to be at least five Benoit Blanc films lol

[girldraki]