#I am so bored I'm literally decaying

[deranged-kotek]

get a load of this guy (drawn on my shitass tablet during a lecture, the lighting in this room is shit so please excuse the fucked up colors)

[diagonal-queen]

dia entirely forgot it was thungo thursday until mayoi reminded her and she dropped everything to watch the ep. here are all her thoughts, live-documented, in chronological order (apologies for this):

NOT RANPO CHILLING LIKE SHIT'S SWEET WHEN THE CAR HE WAS IN JUST FUCKING CRASHED LMAOOOOO

ranpo is so small next to minoura. he's so tiny and cute i just wanna cuddle him sm (and yes i am a little taller than him- height means nothing to me. we all know where the rest of his inches went YKNOW WHAT IM SAYIN YA FEEL ME)

'the police of this nation are idiots' yes minoura you're absolutely correct but consider this: the police of every nation on god's green earth are idiots

isn't it amazing how it was written in this magical reality-bending book that nobody would believe in the agency's innocence and in a couple minutes worth of running his mouth, ranpo just...undid it?? for like hundreds of police officers??? the sheer power of this man

god i forgot just how fucking fantastic this intro is. tbh this is probably my favourite intro of all of them. the colours and imagery and the chaos of it all MWAH (also kishow voice mm)

bones. was this panel too hard to animate properly?? did you read the fucking manga bones?? do you HATE US BONES??????

i could listen to ranpo talk for HOURS. literally hours, in a language i don't even speak, about anything he wanted, for hours, and i wouldn't get bored. his voice just...*kicks feet and giggles*

i missed you tecchou <3 please keep cooking for fukuchi. you're doing great sweaty xx

some loser: 'when do you suppose a life ends?' even bigger loser: 'when it becomes unable to adapt to change' fukuchi on his celestia ludenberg arc ok

IT'S BEEN LIKE ONE FUCKING WEEK AND THE UN IS ALREADY MAKING AN ANTI-TERRORIST GROUP??? THEY'RE FULLY READY TO FIND AND EXECUTE THE AGENCY MEMBERS IN UNDER A WEEK?? THE ICC LEGALLY CAN'T EVEN DETAIN CRIMINALS ON THEIR OWN IRL

i wish people reacted to seeing my posts on their dash the same way that the united nations reacted when fukuchi appeared onstage

congressmen will excuse mass shootings of gay ppl and then have shirtless fukuchi posters hanging above their beds where they half-heartedly fuck their wives and go to sleep before the thought of helping her also cum even crosses their mind

wait. *pauses and zooms in*. WAIT. YOU'RE TEL

YOU'RE TELLING ME THAT

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THAT ABRAHAM STOKER WAS THICC?????? THAT HE HAD A DUMPY???? THAT HE HAD SOME JUNK IN THAT TRUNK???? ALL THAT ASS INSIDE THOSE JEANS???? CURSE YOU FUKUCHI OUCHI FOR RIDDING THE WORLD OF BRAM'S CAKES

thinking about it, doesn't the decay of angels sound like a really cool name for an operatic metal band??

fukuchi: *enters room* ranpo: YOOOOOO STEPDAD GUESS WHO'S AN ENEMY OF STATE :DDDDDDD

fukuchi really is like 'you havent changed at all, boy' ranpo is literally eight years older than me. if he's a boy i'm primordial soup

fukuchi also said that ranpo's title of 'excellent detective' is self claimed. the thousands of people whose lives ranpo's probably saved must all be like 'say sike rn'

ranpo trusting fukuchi solely because the president said he trusts him. crying screaming throwing up ranpo GIVE ME ONE CHANCE (that's right guys we're back to this again)

fukuchi thinks he's hot shit cus he can jump high?? well my ocs can also do that fukuchi. sucks to be basic huh

IT'S NOT RANPO'S FAULT HE WAS BORN LATER AND THUS MET FUKUZAWA LATER??????? FUCK OFF FUKUCHI (also i love the way they're sitting they're all so silly mwehehehe)

omg ranpo also commented on the 'boy' thing lmaooo he and i are so good for each other <3 if only he'd give me a chance... </3

i wonder what portion of atsushi's budget goes towards emergency ramune. also imagine someone caring enough about you that they always keep one of your favourite snacks on you in case you get hungry or something. that's so cute i can't <3333

imagine coming up with a complex plan, twelve or so years in the making, to end the world, all because u asked ur friend out like thirty years ago and he said no T-T

fukuchi: *tilts neck* *minecraft skelly noise*

oh atsushi. i know other people won't like me saying this but you're so hot and i want to do the sex with you <3333333

wow bones. you've outdone yourself. this has to be the best fisheye yet- maybe even beating lucy's fisheye for how terrifying it is. i'm genuinely speechless

AKUTAGAWA

omg atsushi's speech on how loneliness is his biggest fear and how much he cares about his loved ones (kinnie moment), and the one thing he needs, truly needs right now is someone to fight alongside him to save all that he has to lose and the world as he knows it, and then akutagawa appears? soulmates. i mean it's not even like this is a surprise to me as someone who read the manga but, like, it's different when i'm watching it. soulmates. soulmates soulmates soulmates

and that's a wrap for tonight's edition of dia's thungo thursdays!! be sure to tune in for next week and see them cry tears of hopelessness and despair!!

[aisarcher]

Reviewing Patina

Because i realized i can infodump whenever i want, its my blog

First song on the album, Patina is my absolute 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 on this album. It might squeeze into my #1 spot for this band. Cody 100% KILLED it on the vocals of this recording. As did the rest of the group, naturally. A fantastic start to the album, incredibly strong introduction to anyone just discovering them. This plays on repeat in my head.

Best time to listen: Foggy or Overcast Weather

Lakes was released earlier as a single, so I'm already a fan since I've been listening to it on repeat since it came out. They've been playing it in concert for a while before it released too, so I was already familiar and thrilled to finally be able to play it over and over in the car lol. Catchy chorus, great pacing, a perfect blend. Great summer song.

Best time to listen: Fantasizing Angsty AMVs

I'll admit I was skeptical upon my first listen that the crown would hold up to how I felt about the first two songs on the album, but that skepticism was quickly dashed by that fun little cowbell. Honestly, such a fun song. I do prefer to hear them preform it live though. Their energy on stage during this performance is so infectious! The crowd is always hype during this song. Last concert I went to, they were banging on a metal container during the last bits and it was unparalleled.

Best time to listen: With Sunglasses On

r.e.m. is literally so close to beating patina as my fave song on the album!! It's ridiulously fun to sing and I have been doing so at home, at work, all day, every day. Addictive doesn't do it justice! Patina beats it by just a smidge only because I need the chorus of r.e.m. to play at least one more time, I love it so much!

Best time to listen: Driving Fast/Driving at Night Thru the City (truthfully there is no bad time to listen to r.e.m.)

smokr falls lower on my tier list. Not because it's bad, it just isn't the type of song I listen to often. A sudden shift in gears, smokr is a much softer song than the predecessors, with mostly just Cody and a guitar for most of the song. They've done a great job at making the song 𝘍𝘦𝘦𝘭 smoky, as if you're listening in a room hazy with cigarettes and memories.

Best time to listen: After a Breakup

In direct contrast to smokr, which is mostly focused on Cody singing softly, decay is an entirely instrumental track that lets the rest of the band come in and shine. And what a sick tune they get going for us! At no point in the song am I bored of repeating lines, nor am I whiplashed from any changes. The song moves, flows, and evolves as it goes on and leaves you hooked the whole time and before you know it, you've flowed right into the next song.

denial is the song I always forget until that chorus hits me right in the chest. After the last 2 songs, denial pulls you right back into their usual sound of fantastic intrumentals and powerful vocals. It helps balance the beginning and end of the album and does so masterfully. They knew what they were doing putting everything in this specific order.

Best time to listen: In a Hot Topic or Zumiez

Starting off with the lone piano notes, followed by vocals joining, degrade makes you think we are back to sad, simple sounds like in smokr. However, the rest of the band quickly hops in and sets the pace as something entirely different. And that CHORUS! Some of my favorite lyrics from EP are in this song. I think this was the perfect choice to finish off the album. They've been playing it at concerts for a while now and has a lot of love from the fans. Most of us are already singing along lol. Such a vibe. You're bobbing your head before you realize it.

Best time to listen: In an Anime Intro with a lot of Running and Falling Through Endless Sky

If you read this far holy shit dm me we should be friends

[hairierduballs]

half light you are so babygirl, criminally underrated, mvp, you will always be famous

HALF LIGHT - How do you plan to get him down then? With social sensibility? Are you going to *educate* him down?

HALF LIGHT - Decay and death. Staring into the cold hard kernel of things -- smooth like the acid in your stomach.

HALF LIGHT - I wouldn't be so sure. What if the damage is *also* invisible?

HALF LIGHT - I am not palatable. Do not eat me. I am afraid.

HALF LIGHT - How could ANYONE forget, asshole?!

HALF LIGHT - Hey, I've got an idea on how to fix your style. Maybe you should just go fuck yourself? Yeah, ever thought of that?

HALF LIGHT - Your heart beats twice, like a fist. The serotonin deficiency makes your teeth clench.

HALF LIGHT - Look at that cum-stain son of a bitch. He's just begging to be laid out on the floor of this *establishment*.

HALF LIGHT - The beast is *you*, a mass of teeth and claws and violent urges.

HALF LIGHT - THE PRYBAR!

HALF LIGHT - That felt good. Everyone is a whore. Now punch a hole in the door.

HALF LIGHT - That is what you came for, isn't it? A climactic bloodletting, where men are reduced to muscle and fury?

HALF LIGHT - The face of the woman fractures. There will be herd killing. We all become vapour.

HALF LIGHT - Maybe it's predatory?

HALF LIGHT - Maybe it's true?

HALF LIGHT - Now is a good time to say "fuck" and "ass" and so on, that'll make this all right.

HALF LIGHT - Scared little bitches...

HALF LIGHT - Fucking shit, I'm scared. What do I do? Who do I call?

HALF LIGHT - Boring, boring, BORING. Tear up this rulebook and commit some old-school atrocities!

HALF LIGHT - Ready -- but something is coming. It always is.

literally the line that first made me fall in love with this game:

HALF LIGHT - Check your pockets! Check your... holy fuck, you don't know where it is, do you?!

[boop-le-snoot]

this song is stuck in my head, thanks to tiktok. this ficlet correlates (ish?) with my two previous pieces of stephen brainrot.

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"That's not your place to decide," arms crossed, she stared Stephen down with all the forces of nature behind her, like an iceberg, all sharp edges, and incoming avalanche.

Stephen stood equally frozen, blue eyes as piercing as the most hard-working icebreaker. "No," his voice thundered, echoing between the rest of the team who watched the spectacle with little more than amusement. "And that is my final word."

It struck a chord within her, it was obvious. From the way she straightened in her spot to the way her fingertips dug into the softness of her arms, her body pulled as taut as a bowstring. "You are not my boss, you are not my father," the last word spoken with a smirk; she was openly mocking Stephen. "Some nerve you have, giving me orders."

The golden embers sprung to life in his eyes fully, fingertips shooting tiny little sparks flying over the table. Magic that the rest of the team pretended not to see - because, well, it wasn't like they could do anything about it and Loki was obviously enjoying the circus.

"I will lock you up, if I have to," the calmness in Stephen's voice was deceptive. "It's for your own good. You are not trained to be in the field."

That makes her laugh almost hysterically. "I am not trained?.." She trails off, shaking her head to clear the venomous, malicious joy. "Baby, I am a woman. All we have been taught is to appeal to men, from the day we wear our first clothes to the day that we die, all covered in flowers and make-up as we're quite literally decaying," there's a hidden rage in her words; she leans in, catching Stephen's wide eyes.

Natasha whistles, quietly, and Wanda shuffles in her place, looking awkward and uncomfortable. It isn't lost on them how most men blank at her statement. Stephen's no different. He remains quiet.

"So I will get this sonuvabitch without even really having to try. Because men think that they can make decisions for me, and I'm pretty," her words seep bitterness, like the strongest gin, they can all taste it in their mouths.

Loki's grin slides off his face like a Christmas ornament that has been hanging out for far too long.

She's drop-dead gorgeous in her dress. The fabric glistens in the candlelight, and she cocks the gun of it right at their unsuspecting target; he falls for it, of course, and they are forced to watch the exchange of pleasantries thorough several cameras; listen to the man's blatant flattery through several mics.

The worst part of it isn't concern for their un-official teammate; there was always a mutual understanding that she wasn't, didn't want to be quite one of them. She wasn't even a baby agent, just a civilian that knew a little too much.

Having to see her genuine personality, the, at times, obscenely joyful words melting off her tongue directed at someone else, at an enemy - it feels like walking on broken glass, like dragging bare feet through burning coal. They're all jealous. Natasha hasn't stopped grumbling about how she's laying it on too thick but deep down, everyone knows that the spy is just impressed by the sheer amount of charisma their girl seems to be in possession of.

"I'm not a fan of classical music, it's boring," she says, convincingly, playing the part of a slightly-above-average college student.

"What do the youngsters listen to these days?" The target asks in a patronising tone.

Somewhere in the background, Tony makes a quiet, sharp inhale into his mic. He'd said the same thing to her not too long ago. But it was different.

Instead of shooting the target a sarcastic grin and showing her teeth, she softly sings, coos. "Baby, I'm a gangsta too, and it takes two to tango," the song is vaguely familiar and a few of the team snort. "You don't wanna mess with me, mess with me," their target had leaned in, eyes darting between her plush lips and her cleavage.

"That's cute," the man breathes, but it's all wrong.

Stephen glows. A golden glow surrounds his bailed fists, a cloud the size of Manhattan hanging over his head like a lead curtain. Not one person can blame him, though.

She briefly upturns her nose, scoffing, and if they knew her even slightly a little but less, they would have been forced to give a standing ovation to her fake-flirting skils. Except the scrunch of her nose is quite obviously disgusted and her body language has that subtle undertone of wariness, as if she is trying to figure out how to inconspicuously shake off a piece of shit stuck to her shoe.

The mission is a success. They apprehend the man in his hotel room, Natasha waiting for him leisurely reclining on the bed and Loki holding onto a seething Stephen for his (and the criminal's) life.

She grins at them, all canines and blood-red lips. Stephen shudders, looking away, going through the motions of opening a portal just for the sake of doing something. Her shoes lay abandoned by the bed, bare feet padding on the carpet and into the portal, greeting the emptiness of the common room with a stretch.

Quick fingers make the work of removing the jewelry; its empty shine forlorn and discarded. Diamonds or just stray rays of the sun caught in the prismatic glass surface, they bear no meaning. The tight peplum dress gets hiked up to mid-thigh, the intricate hairstyle crumbles into endless waves of unruly hair, cascades over her shoulders.

Stephen watches with the portal shrinking behind his stiff form. The light of the hotel room on the other side makes a for a halo around his lithe form.

She admires it, the flow of his ironed dark robes, the graceful posture. Not without the eyebrow arch, however. She waits.

His eyes rake over the expensive dress, now crumpled and misshapen, the lipstick, now smeared from the bottle of some fancy soda; the way her hair stands up in all directions. Stephen can so nothing but shake his head at the provocation.

"Baby, I'm a gangsta too, and it takes two to tango, you don't wanna mess with me, mess with me..." She drawls mockingly, a challenge they both know he won't be able, doesn't want to resist.