#.743

[guilty-simppppp]

Just you two being cuddly

[sideblogandabiscuit]

Klaus knows how important last words can be. Letting Diego know he's on an Antonino Banderas level was lovely.

[marshmallowgoop]

To have failed in killing Shinichi Kudo . . . he's made a huge oversight.

My video for SLICE (Short Little Iron Chef Edits), at BentoVid! The goal was to create at least a 90-second AMV within 100 hours, using a song from a list of songs only revealed at the start of the challenge. Given my slow editing, I can't believe I did it, but I did!

The song can be found here, and my video is also available on YouTube here, in full 1080p and with subtitles that can be toggled on and off.

[yonemurishiroku]

Tbh with that scarce amount of interaction that technically put them in the rarepair category, I find it surprising that Valdangelo has that number of dedicated fans.

[mothaday]

[star-trek-fandom-confessions]

#743

I absolutely love that none of the characters in any star trek shows are perfect. Yes, there are times when any given character saves the ship/station/planet and is a hero, but there are also episodes where they majorly screw up. Like these are the advanced humans of the future who’ve grown past bigotry, ableism, and racism, but not human fallibility and genuine occasional stupidity. These are guys in space, but they’re still just guys. Absolutely love it.

[thingsasbarcodes]

The Umbrella Academy 2x09 - 743

[akutagawa-daily]

Akutagawa daily 743/★

[3mt10-0o0]

𝑲𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑺𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝑩𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆

SCP-871 by Seibai (http://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/scp-871 )

SCP-743 by Quikngruvn (http://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/scp-743 )

[ywpd-translations]

Ride 743: Sugimoto's “special technique”

Pag 1

1: The last lap!? This lap!?

What do you mean, Imaizumi

2: There's still time

I heard the limit fort his training camp isn't until midnight

4: Look around, Kawada: it's already getting dark, it will be sunset soon

In this training camp, we have a yellow board that prohibits surpassing.... we're about to put out the “no surpass board”

Pag 2

4: For safety reasons there's a no-surpassing rule

There will be no “races” after that

I'm putting it on the course

Yeah, it's already sunset

6: Of the several races they've had during this training camp

Pag 3

1: This lap will be the last one!!

Pag 4

1: It's.... it's sunset.....

Danchiku

2: Is your light attached properly?

“Behind” too

3: It's getting dark

Pag 5

3: They'll be pulling out the no-surpass board around now

This lap will be our last race

5: Calm down, Danchiku Ryuuhou, don't speak

This lap is a race, concentrate

This guy's conversation

6: could make you lose your pace!!

Pag 6

1: Sorry for ignoring you, Sugimoto-san!!

3: I understood it during last lap..... I thought.... Sugimoto-san was much weaker than Issa said

4: But he has decent strength!!

Especially at the final line, when he cornered me

Pag 7

1: He showed great strength!!

Kua!!

3: Even to this acceleration, he reacted strongly

Ku.... it's hard...

Normal pedaling is so vague....!! That's why I misjudged it

4: in this crucial moment!!

5: Many times

Pag 8

1: Many times

2: I tried, and then I understood

4: This guy is getting stronger during this training camp, too!!

Pag 9

1: He did say he prepared....

2: And he did practice with this Sohoku together with the others for three years

3: But!!

4: If you understand the strength, then there are many ways to deal with it!!

Hiigaruaaaa

Pag 10

1: You just have to run to “win”!!

Higaruaaaa!!

2: 3km left

I'll open a gap here and break his spirit!!

Pag 11

2: Danchiku accelerated so strongly!!

He plans to leave me behind here

3: So I won't be there for the final sprint!!

4: Puhaaa

It's hard!!

5: Kuaaaaa

It's so hard!!

Pag 12

1: It's hard!!

But I won't let you get ahead

2: Danchiku!!

Pag 13

1: 2km left!!

2: Kuaaaaa

My chest hurts

3: It's pounding so hard!!

4: My heart rate is over 190!!

5: When the heart rate goes over a certain limit, your body reduces the strength it pumps up blood with

And suddenly your body can't move

Pag 14

1: That's why you should stop your legs before that limit

I can.... still.....

3: Go!!

4: I can still

5: go

I'll say it.... five times

5: Until my heart rate goes down just a little

I can still.....

Pag 15

1: I can still go!!

“I can still go”!!

2: Kuaa!!

3: And then I'll accelerate again!!

Kuaaaaaa

4: It's hard....

I'll just repeat this over and over again

5: How about this, Danchiku

6: “What about your special technique, Sugimoto-san?”

“I'm don't have so little self-awareness that I didn't prepare it!!”

7: I can still

8: It's “simple” and it doesn't even have a “name”, but

Pag 16

1: This is my special technique!!

2: cough cough

Pag 17

1: You followed me again!!

cough

3: There's.....

5: 1km left, Danchiku!!

Pag 18

1: What, what's with this guy

He's staggering, and his breathing is reaching its limit too!!

2: Even though I left him behind enough to break his spirit and make him give up!!

3: I caught.... cough... up...

I won't give up

4: Until we cross over the finish line....

5: It's not the “end”

6: The en.... huh!!

This is the “final lap”, I get it

Pag 19

1: Danchiku.... have you thought about what will happen if you.... lose this race?

2: Sugimoto-san?

3: I did, many times

4: I thought about it, and it scared me, it tore at my heart as I couldn't fall asleep

5: I've been scared to death these days

6: I wanted to do my very best here so I could become the sixth member and go to the Inter High

7: That's why, Danchiku, this year I'll definitely... win against you and go to the Inter High

8: But, if I lose here, this “race”....

Pag 20

1: will become my “retirement race”

[jiminy-crickets]

has anyone stopped to think that maybe the reason why Quinn is Quint's godfather is to show Brady how totally he's fine and okay and not at allllll hurt by not being Ryder's godfather? like..... have we considered that?

[guilty-simppppp]

Thanks for 743 followers <333

[sideblogandabiscuit]

Five all up in Luther's space, saying "I'll show you a maniac", may be my spirit animal.

[steddieficfind]

hi!! i was a tumblr fic and the app reset before I could finish or like it :( it had to do with Eddie seeing Steve hanging around max in the trailer park and making Assumptions about him being a Creep, and then going to confront him about it. Max was there for the confrontation, too, but that's around when the app decided it hates me. Also there's a v similar fic on ao3 but that's not it I think.

Request 743! Send us an ask if you recognize this fic!

[drowning-in-cacophony]

inauspicious

Written for @flashfictionfridayofficial Prompt 270: Lights and Sirens tw: mentions of blood/implied dead body

“Shit,” she swears, as filthy as the floor. His head shoots up so fast his neck cracks, an awful sound buried underneath the piercing cry of the sirens, blaring through the night’s secrecy.

“The cops?” He goes to scrub at his face, only to pause a second before, remembering the viscera slick down his palm. “Fucking hell. That’s bad luck.”

“Bad luck? Is that all you can say?” She peers around the curtain, now sporting a bad taste to her mouth. Lights splash up the road as the cars – cars, count them, more than one – come bumping around the corner. Their mouths look hungry, their visors dimmed out. Her eyes suffer like the concrete: blue and red, a bright cacophony bored into her retinas. “They’re going to find us.”

“Not necessarily,” he argues, and she pauses in her watching to shoot him an incredulous look. Is now when he chooses to become an optimist? He catches her eyes. Grimaces as he follows them to the mess on the floorboards. “There’s lots of houses here. They might not find us; they might not even be here for us.”

“Lots of empty houses.” She glances through the crack in the curtains, careful not to shift the fabric. Empty houses means little distractions, and more than one car means they’re here to look for something. It’s not likely to be something unrelated to them now, is it? Not when they’re not here innocent. “We have to move.”

“And leave the evidence?” he hisses, gesturing his stained hands. A fleck of crimson takes flight for its glorious moment, only to spatter on the tip of her boot. “We’re too close to give in now.”

“We’ll try again-” Every moment they spend talking is a moment handed over to the lights. The sirens cut out now as the cars come to their stop – down road from their location, but that means nothing. In their absence, the silence is stifling. A hot, crawling thing, making its way through every part of her body. The sound of the car doors opening, boots on the gravel road – that’s just as bad. There’s no clock in here but she feels the seconds anyway, the beat-beat of them draining away. If they’re going to escape, it has to be now. They could sneak out the back door, run and hope not to be noticed by the gleaning beams of torches that they will be no doubt pulling from their belts.

“I think this time is it.” A decisive cut, which makes two for the night. His eyes are wide, his intention solemn, even if his heart must be beating just as hard as hers is. “We can’t leave this one.”

“Great.” She’s got nothing on her palms, other than a bit of dust from the curtains, so nothing stops her from scrubbing her face in exasperation. Of course their luck would deliver like this. She trusts his judgement, though – he’s not the type to exaggerate chances, not when he knows what she’s got shoved down the back of her waistband. An urging at her spine begs her to check through the curtains, but it wouldn’t change much. She’ll get to peek through the frosted glass of the front door for shadows, hear their crunching approach through the letterbox, because if this time is it, there’s only one thing for her to do.

“Thank you,” he tells her before she’s even reaching a hand around her back. She shoots him something terse this time.

“Just do your thing.” Making sure to step as silently as she can, and as wide as she can first, if she wants to avoid slipping in the matter splattered all over the floor, she crosses to the ajar door of the room. The hallway it opens out onto is darker than it, considering there’s no streetlamp to glitter fluorescent through gently sheer curtains. Moody in the shadows, grey in the highlights. She slips down it, remembering where the quietest floorboards are, and to keep herself shrouded, ducks into the open door closer to the one at the end. That frosted abyss, her target board. Fingertips finally snag the item in her waistband; she pulls it out, a small cylinder she briskly shakes out to something longer. In her hands, it’ll prove deadly if any sniffing trails lead the lights to their door.

While he continues defilement on a dirty floor, she prepares to lay waste to a baying horde.

[akookminsupporter]

What's the difference between Kookmin and Jikook?

The order in which their names are listed— I think that’s the main one. The first one is used more by Korean fans, while the second one is more common among non-Korean fans. Other than that, I don’t think there’s much difference.