#I fucked up so bad prelims

[sundooisagoose]

Ok wowie I've got some art to share

days 9-13 of Goretober!

actual gore warning this time :D

Taxidermy, horns, fungi, burning, and headache!

I'm starting to lean into more art of my characters instead of making new ones because this is my account and I do what I want

[occamstfs]

Ni Hao!NYC

Morally conflicted journalist puts off questions of ethics until it's just too late. Finally assigned to put his name next inflammatory content Sam finds himself more than appreciating Chinese culture.

Various white to Asian Muscle growth and racial change ahead!

Like many, I saw the final pictures on twitter and had to do something with them haha! Ended up with a piece just a tad different than usual! Hope you all enjoy! -Occam

Samuel Johnston knew he worked for a rag but as long as the checks cashed he could afford to mute his conscience. They made money not from sales so much as some rightwing think tank who wants their views affirmed in any way they can get it. So he lays low and pens little puff pieces, avoiding anything too controversial and introduces himself as an accountant to anyone he cares enough to lie to.

He’s quite adept at staying out of sight and mind when it comes to the doling out of any especially charged or problematic issues. Making sure to bury his own work any chance he gets, even using a pen name in case someone accidentally stumbles on his writing. It’s gone well enough so far he thinks! Sam tells himself that really working for NY:Red isn’t that bad, surely it’s even good that he’s got the job rather than anyone who believes the shit they write. Right?

No job is without its problems, he tells himself. So far he’s done a commendable job keeping his nose down with an almost supernatural ability to duck away from bigwigs or management. That is until now as he’s summoned by name to his boss’ side. His proficiency at staying off the radar of management has kept him from a one on one with the man in charge for some time, but now he is sitting on the top floor outside of Mr. Howard’s office, surely waiting to be assigned some horrible project.

“Come in!” Sam hears the surly man shout before promptly stepping into the gaudy office. He’s immediately taken aback as somehow the editor looks almost younger than he does in the many pictures Sam has seen. Sam hides his shock at the man’s jet black hair as well as he hides the general fear and disdain that begins to send adrenaline pumping towards his mind. Mr. Howard doesn't notice at least, getting straight to business, “I can tell from yer writing that ya like the city Sam, can I call ya Sam?”

Samuel opens his mouth to reply but the chief just continues on, “Anyway I love all yer little toilet paper stories but how do ya wanna write with the big leagues?” This time Samuel stays strong and gets a word in before being steamrolled again, “Actually I-” “I’m puttin’ you on the most important case we have Sam. Surely ya’ve noticed all this, what's da word, influx? Invasion? Bah. All the Asian shit that’s startin’ ta creep in on our city’s culture!” Samuel makes an awkward face as despite knowingly working for the racist, it’s different to hear the words out loud.

He holds his tongue out of shock or fear and his boss continues on his diatribe, “The last couple a schmucks I had on the beat just up’n left me high and dry can ya believe it! Old friends I thought!” He grumbles as he scratches his chin, moving away his hand it seems his beard thinned? He shakes his head in irritation and Sam would swear he saw his jowls tighten and wrinkles smooth over. “Anyway kid. Go out and do some prelim research. Have something on my desk by Friday or yer out just like those galoots!” Samuel stands for a second unsure if he’s allowed to leave before his boss looks up to glare with eyes Sam would’ve sworn were blue when he walked in.

Sam rushes out the door and to the elevator, riding it back to his floor, debating between writing a preemptive resignation or keeping mum and keeping on payroll for one last week. Profiteering from a culture war he may be but he’s not about to regurgitate genuinely racist talking points. He taps his foot impatiently as he thinks about just how cushy this gig is though. “Fuck!” He decides to call the only other confirmed decent human being he knows here, his friend Nick who works in the fashion dept.

The two go to grab coffee at a chain next door, Sam tries not to notice how they’ve started selling Vietnamese iced coffee. “Fuck man I can’t do it! Literally just one conversation alone with Howard was a wake up call.” Nick smiles like he has no problems with working for the dirtiest rag in the city, “Chill out Sam. Huward had my manager on the same beat and he, uh, Hidaka said that is said to just look busy for a bit and we won’t need to worry about all this racist shit anymore.” Sam squints his eyes at his friend, he’s not usually so easy breezy about work. He also racks his brain trying to figure out who Hidaka could possibly be. That can’t be his boss. No way Howard would let someone not white lead a department.

Seeing Sam lost in thought Nick reaches out and grabs his hand in a way Sam couldn’t imagine him doing before this second. In fact as the second drags on he stares down in the hand in shock, feeling the warm hand squeeze his forearm. He looks up to his friend’s face searching for any clue to the cause of this odd behavior. Sam smiles awkwardly and half-jokes “Hah hah, uh- Who are you and what’d you do with Nick… Hah.” Nick bursts out laughing, patting him on the arm jovially and leaving a hand larger than Sam remembers resting on his own. “Hidaka-san just showed me how to worry less about this job un?”

Sam inspects him closely for anything amiss, it looks like he’s picked up a bit of a tan? His hair is messier than usual and definitely a little darker, his skin is alluringly smooth and Sam can feel the heat his body is generating despite sitting across from him. Looking at his clothes Sam finds another surprise, his shirt almost looks strained! As if Nick has been hitting the gym for sometime, maybe it’s just been a while since he’s seen his friend in person? 

Assuaged in the slightest, Sam ignores the glowering red flags and follows this lede, “Woah Nick have you been working out?” Nick blushes and Sam at the very least sees his friend is as shy as ever. He goes to scratch the back of his head straining his shirt almost to its ripping point as he responds, “Ah a little haha! どうぞ(please) don’t you worry about me. Since you have no desire to write the article, why don’t you go ahead and check out the little Asian market down the street for fun? It was quite a good time when Hidaka-san brought me earlier this week!”

Sam awkwardly smiles as he wonders why on Earth Sam is suddenly referring to his boss like this, it’s almost like he’s performatively speaking Japanese. Taking a second to pause Sam looks at the haircut as hands unseen style it into something fashionable he puts two and two together. Thinking to himself, ah! Nick must just be a weeb! Tension disappears from his body with a sigh of relief as he wonders how he didn’t notice before now. He gets up to follow his friend’s advice, what better way to stick it to the man than support the people he aims to malign right?

He bucks up and grabs a Vietnamese iced coffee for the road, tossing a “Sayonara,” at Nick with a wink to which he perks up and slightly bows. Man, how did he not notice before Sam thinks yet again. Blissfully unaware, leaving just as kanji symbols appear on Nick’s keyboard and his friend responds to an email in a language he didn’t know this morning. Blue eyes growing coal dark as his tanned, increasingly muscular arms tap away at the keyboard.

Sam spends the bulk of his day at the little Asian street fair and has an absolute blast. Any residual stains on his mind from his unpleasant morning absolutely fade away as he goes from booth to booth sampling cuisine and chatting with diasporic cultures the world over. Time flies as he goes into journalist mode and basically interviews first gen Chinese immigrants about their time in the city. He finds himself beyond immersed in the conversation, continuing to learn from the couple as the tables around them begin to pack up for the day. 

He offers to help the older couple pack up and they happily take the aid, striking him bashful as they talk of what a sweet young man he is. “Wa! 哇强 (strong) Too!” The wife chuckles as she jokingly feels his less than impressive arms. He was having a better time at this little fair than he ever could’ve imagined, enough so that he thinks about going to stick it to Huaward then and there. Huaward? Whatever. His mind slightly off put by whatever that was, in an uncharacteristic act of transparency, Sam lets it slip that he works for NY:Red. The expressions on the kind couple’s faces immediately sour and Sam is quite shocked that they even know what the paper is.

There is a glint in the husband’s eyes as he starts to motion Sam away from any further aid, “谢谢 (Thank you) for your help, Sam. There have been a few, hm, bad men wandering around from that paper and I uh-” He looks around his table and grabs some miijiu they hadn’t put away yet. His wife nods, her face somewhere between rueful and hopeful as she watches her husband offer Sam the glass. “Again, 谢谢, er thank you for your help young man, enjoy this for the road 好的? (Yeah?)” The two turn to each other and begin talking to each other in mandarin alone and Sam takes the hint.

Kicking himself that he fumbled the capstone on such a pleasant afternoon, though finding solace in the rice wine he’s walking away with. He is blissfully unaware as the couple watch him drink and head down the street debating if everyone from that paper really is an asshole. Grimacing as they think about the vitriol spewed at them by NY:Red readers they decide they had no other recourse. Pleasant as he seemed Sam was consciously working on the side of hate and that could not be simply overlooked.

Sam quite enjoyed the rice wine the couple left him with, it immediately smooths over any lasting regret or concern about his interaction with the couple. They don’t know anything about him! He’s nothing like his other coworkers. It feels as if he’s had far more to drink than the small container they left him with should allow, but every time he looks down there always seems to be more mijiu to entice him. It would be impolite not to finish their gift he thinks; his confident stride quickly shifting to a stumble as he wanders home. 

His phone goes off as he gets an email from his boss, Mr. Huang?  Can’t be right. He squints at the email, deciding he must really have overdone it on the mijiu and stuffing his phone back in his pocket. Beyond the obvious difficulties in ambulation being drunk, Sam is unable to notice as his proportions slowly begin to shift. His ever-so lanky body begins to feel dull and heavy as the warmth of the wine fills his chest to capacity and then some as he leans against his apartment door, wiping his feet on an unfamiliar doormat. 

He kicks his shoes off by the door on some new instinct and immediately goes to collapse on the couch. His small sofa creaking as he puts more than his usual dead weight on it. His legs that usually hang off the end lengthen even further as his thighs grow meatier. Pecs press into the cushions as he snores. He is swiftly ushered into an unfamiliar dreamscape, the jubilee of the fair and the bewildering amount of wine he drank produce a vivid carnival of culture in his subconscious.

He sees the old couple at their stand and begins to speak with them in their mother tongue, seeing the delight as a load is taken off their shoulders. His dreamself seamlessly conversing with a fluency unearned. Sam stirs in the waking world as his mind existentially changes to match his morphing body. His blond hair grows thin and longer as its tint stains darker. Twitching in REM the green eyes that he prides himself on speckle with brown before they are entirely overtaken, becoming a rich cacao like the thick eyebrows framing them.

The discomfort of a new language forcing itself into this memory begins to wane as he prides himself on how fluent he is in both Chinese and English. His hand goes to scratch his pecs and he smirks in his sleep as they pulse larger, knowing pride is not the only thing surging within him. At the edges of his mind he feels the memory of learning a language, words written on a blackboard in chalk, English and Chinese both. For the life of him he cannot recall which of the two he’s learning second. An alarm set on his phone blares and he jolts awake to get ready for work.

Throwing on a shirt, Sam freezes as he sees his reflection. Hundreds of little questions seize his mind, those aren’t his eyes are they? Did he dye his hair last night? Are those abs? God his arms look good don’t they!? As they race through his mind and grow rampant they fixate on how attractive he suddenly feels. Rubbing his pecs and feeling them bounce he cries out to himself, “该死！Uhhh, Damn I look good!” He poses in the mirror and takes in every new angle of his powerful body. Taking note as his body hair seems thinner, and decidedly darker wherever it remains. He looks close at his pit seeing his once dense bush of curly hair thin out and straighten, before the memory of even having dense body hair is washed from his mind.

His phone goes off again and his work is immediately brought to the forefront of his mind. “Fuck I didn’t read Huang’s message!” He finds email after email from his boss, only the first few mention the wretched assignment they last talked about. Sam’s eyes widen as he continues to skim through the emails as the topic lines quickly show some drastic re-prioritization from his boss. Only then does he realize that he’s been reading his boss’ name as Huang. His boss is white. Rather his boss’ whole identity is based around being white! Huang isn’t, right? Incredibly he clicks the last email, subject line Vacation, and is immediately greeted with a mouth watering picture of a powerful man. Everything comes to a stop as he can’t help but gawk at this man’s body.

Ni Hao Sanuel- take the day off shi de? Still only half dressed Sam balks at just how bizarre this is, rereading the name Sanuel he is thrown for a loop as his mind reconfigures this. Tearing his eyes from the man’s torso he finally looks at the cocky face and sees a thread he recognizes,  “天啊! (Holy Shit!) That’s Mr. Huang!” He shuts his mouth before he drools like a dog at his boss’ arms. God, this is unlike him though right? He tries to dig through his memories of the editor in chief as the caustic racist he was yesterday, but with each uncovered the image of Huang changes as this dreamboat playboy overrides more of what was.

Sanuel readies to just stay in for this day of assigned vacation before he gets another notification, this time from his friend, Nobu? An image of Nick flashes through his mind, a handprint burns on his arm, and the taste of Vietnamese coffee dances on his lips. “Meet me on the boardwalk うん？” Sanuel rolls his eyes at his friend tacking on Japanese like that, willing his mind not to think about how his friend’s contact ID now says Nobu. Must be one of those, uh, his own thoughts trail off as he successfully abandons concern to head to meet his friend.

Nearing the meeting spot he looks for his usually cleancut friend, the only body present however is a massive Japanese man awkwardly flexing at himself in a reflective surface. Sanuel shyly speaks up, “Ni Ha-, uh Hey? Have you seen a guy named Nick around here?” The apparent bodybuilder beams and goes to engulf Sanuel in a hug shouting, “Oi! Shan! took ya long enough!” His eye twitches hearing the name, as this man effortlessly lifts him off his feet in a hug far too intimate for colleagues, and certainly from whoever this stranger is!

Shan pushes against the massive man, his body heat broiling him on this already warm day. He strains his eyes looking at the man grabbing him and suddenly it hits him, “Nobu?” The man promptly lets him go and pats him on the back with a laugh he would’ve never expected to come from his sheepish friend in the fashion department. “Wanna go have some ice cream or something Shan?” He feels the need to push back against his friend calling him Shan but as he hears it a second time he can’t recognize the names as anything but his own.

Shan pauses as he sees Nobu stop to chat with some Japanese tourists and something about the picture doesn’t sit right. God it’s that talk with Huang getting him all worked up again that,uh, racist? He clutches his head as contradictions between his past and present collide in his head and he slams his eyes shut as he cannot determine what is true about his current reality. Shan falls to the ground with a deep thud, slightly hyperventilating, his body grows larger as he takes deep breaths from the stress.

Hearing him collapse Nobu runs over to help him up, this time with more effort as his friend’s comatose body continues to put on muscle and grow heavier. Still, having the impressive figure he does, Nobu rather easily gets him on a bench and sits next to him, “クソ野郎？(Fuck dude?) You alright?” Shan slowly nods as his friend throws an arm around him. Looking down at his own arms as they pulse with muscle, he feels his eyes strain as the structure of his face begins to change.

Shan's jawline sharpens and his skin smooths. Stubble that has been a cornerstone of hiding his facial blemishes vacates as his hair stains black and flops longer. He feels clarity grace his mind as he stares at large hands on the ends of pale, hairless, muscular arms and he wonders if he is even himself.

He voices these concerns to Nobu who just laughs them off. “Hah! Of course dude, same Shan I’ve always known!” “那- that’s not my name Nobu.” His friend grins shyly in concern for his friend's mind. “It can't be my name. I’m-” grimacing before he continues as it takes everything in his power to speak against the realities in front of him. Memories of a world quite far away, moving to New York long ago, the youngest in a family of Chinese immigrants, “I’m white aren’t I Nobu?” 

Nobu can’t help but laugh again at the beyond bizarre statement. He jokes about Shan hitting his head when he fell. “You’re the most 2nd Gen Chinese わるがき(brat) I know bro! Imma go get us some ice cream while you chill out.” Shan stares at his friend as he abandons him, feeling his eyes tighten as they shift into the monolid eyes that his memories swear he’s always had.

Shan retreats into his mind racing against his changing memories to find a pillar of truth to grasp on. He sees himself at the gym with Nobu, his black mop of hair flicking sweat into the air as he poses with his bro. He sees just yesterday at the Asian fair, helping an elderly couple pack up their table, twitching as he would’ve sworn that went differently. He remembers sitting at the office getting no work done as he plays on his phone, 是的！that’s it! His job. There’s something there, if only he can remember what the problem was there.

He sees Nobu begin walking back with sweet treats, Nobu works at the paper too. Oh 呃/Duh! He smirks as he goes for his wallet to grab a business card. His eyes see the obnoxious red logo he knows before they read text that will send him irrevocably forward, Shun Jiang - Ni Hao!NYC. His body fills with warmth like a machine overworking as his mind races with information about his new reality. Sweat drips from his hair as he can no longer even struggle to recall his claimed existence as a bystander at the vile paper they produced. His brown eyes steep to a dark black as they glaze over.

“Shan-baka! Here’s a popsicle!” Nobu shouts as he returns to his overheated friend who immediately bursts from his stupor. “混蛋!(Asshole!) It’s Shun- thought we were close!” Nobe smirks as he starts to eat his own ice cream. Unable to recall anything too in depth he feels a pause as he wonders what his Japanese friend is doing working for a Chinese newspaper, before he answers it himself. Clearly his subconscious is more at place in whatever new reality he faces. Their paper is for all NYC’s Asian immigrants. Nobu works writing, or more often modeling, for Konnichiwa!NYC! Huang really was a genius for the idea.

Shun smiles, thinking fondly of his boss as he enjoys the short break from the summer heat that Nobu brought him. Back at the headquarters of their paper everything shifts from the rag it was and into a paper connecting the disparate Asian immigrants of the city, printed in any language they can find translators for, Ni Hao, Konnichiwa, Annyeonghaseyo, Namaste!NYC. Each day striving for a better, more inclusive New York City. Shun beams with his new face, no longer burdened with the just concern of his peddling vitriol, instead possessed with a desire to spread his culture far and wide.

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As I was writing I remembered a similar series by the now gone Dumb-and-Jocked!

If interested do check out Horizon Zero: One, Two, and Three for quite a different take on a journalism themed Racial Change!

[whos-hotter-jjba]

Hey, I don’t know if you read the tags (I understand there’s a lot and you’re busy) so I’m sending through here.

I honestly feel like Over Heaven Novel Dio should’ve been considered in the prelims. If GUCCI Jolyne was considered for prelims, I think other non-canon should be as well. I genuinely believe it stood a chance in being considered since it is a well liked outfit even though it’s not commonly seen in fan art.

But, this is my main issue. The Shadow Dio pic chosen for the polls has like so little of his outfit visible, like really just his ass and a little lower lol. After all the bad outfits are out of the matches, he’s probably going to drop from the polls because Shadow Dio, in the pic you chose, really isn’t a full outfit, so why would it compete with full outfits? In fact I think he’s the only character that doesn’t have a top piece in the images you chose for the polls. I’m not complaining here, because I’m pretty sure I’m speaking for a lot of people here when I say he’s hot topless. However this isn’t a who’s the hotter character, it’s based off of the outfit.

In summary, if possible, I think Over Heaven Novel Dio’s outfit should be considered as I think it stands a better chance in the polls. If not, a better image of the Shadow Dio outfit would help (I know it’s probably hard to find an exact pic though because they are so many dang variants of shadow Dio in the manga lmao).

If you read this, I appreciate your time.

Including pic for reference.

Hey, sorry I've been ignoring this ask forever, there's been a lot going on, but I got other people complaining too so I wanted to address this.

This is exactly why I did the preliminary polls, and Dio had two of them. People voted for Shadow Dio, so that was the image I chose. I've redone other polls, but because they used images that weren't canon (Jobin and Daiya) or because I forgot outfit options (Koichi), but this isn't the case.

About Over Heaven Dio, I had no idea this novel existed, sorry. I thought you were talking in the tags about Heaven-Attained Dio from EoH, which would be non-canon and not drawn by Araki, but you're right. I considered Jolyne, Fly High with Gucci because it was drawn by Araki, and now I looked it up and Over Heaven was drawn by Araki too. But I fucked up and we're halfway through round 3 already, so I'd have to redo his prelim poll and, if the result changes, I'd have to redo 3 more polls to make it fair to every character involved.

I honestly don't think (personally) that the results will change. People picked Shadow Dio even though there were other outfits in which he was actually wearing more clothes, so I think Shadow Dio won through a combination of being iconic and horny. We can try, though, even though it's going to be a lot of work.

Remember that if Over Heaven Dio (or another outift in his prelim) wins over Shadow Dio, we'd have to redo his polls against Squalo, Reimi and Mountain Tim!

[bestfictionalplant]

Prelim Poll: Bionicle

Edit: Thornax typo (imagine this is in the flame text)

Propaganda under cut (including an ESSAY on Karzahni)

Thornax: when ripe, it becomes explosive. these are used as ranged weapons in gladiator fights on a giant desert planet. the planet got apocalypsed because of fracking, but that's not the point

Morbuzakh: the little meat robot mayor gets replaced by a power-hungry ex-protector whose job is to make fucked-up animals and shit. he's called makuta. he makes this semi-sentient plant, promises it that it can rule the city once it's done what he wants it to, and plants it in a fucking furnace. its job is to round up all the little meat robot civilians so they can be put into amnesia-inducing orbs. incidentally, its efforts result in some of them dying. six little meat-robot civilians get picked out by the local superhero and turned into big meat-robot superheroes. they go on a quest to find a bunch of magic frisbees in order to defeat the giant evil plant. the frisbees destroy the king root, and it dies

this plant is notable because, though it was mostly cut from the animated movie adaptation of that arc, it appeared in one brief scene that led to many bionicle fans developing a bondage kink

Karzahni: Makuta (see Morbuzakh propaganda) made karzahni. who was too smart and cool and powerful. so he did not get deployed. he is named after the legendary Lego Hell and Lego Satan where Bad And Naughty Disabled Robots Go For "Repairs" And Never Return. it's expensive to copyright names. they had to double up on occasion. or triple up. or quadruple up. anyway so Makuta who is also ANOTHER Lego Satan but that's besides the point, creates this plant. but the plant is too smart. so he puts it somewhere and forgets about it and makes the morbuzakh

NEW PARAGRAPH anyway so basically most creatures in this universe are immortal bar murder and fucked-up circumstances. no old age, basically. but this plant has one, because Bionicle Satan (Not Karzahni) makes his shit with limited lifespans so they can't wait for ten thousand years gathering their power and then kill-murder him to death. six big robot meat superheroes fight a fucking big monster in a tunnel. the cool smart one who used to be a teacher gets poisoned. but because karzahni (plant) is so fucking cool it can make an antidote. and it holds the antidote hostage in exchange for Cool Oil, which is oil from the apocalypse planet where the robot meat guys' creators are from, but they fracked too hard and split the planet into three pieces so that's a bit fucked-up and yet besides the point. anyway they get the magic juice and give it to karzahni (plant). previously in the story (but later in the timeline; this is a TWO-YEAR FLASHBACK EPISODE BABY) some other robot meat superheroes took a dunk in this cool fucking water and got mega-boosted powers. super-superheroes. but that's because god exists and has predetermined what can happen in each individual's life. those guys got Good Results From Applied Goo. karzahni (plant) does not. it just fucking. dies. it is then chopped up to make some lorries float so they can take the amnesiac sphere guys up to a cool new island they found, because their old island got FUCKING WRECKED

NEW PARAGRAPH anyway a cutting of karzahni survived (known as karzahni ii) with all the memories and shit of the real one and just sort of goes. FINE. i will join you, Lego Satan (not karzahni but the evil mayor impersonator) in gaslighting this mentally ill man into thinking he's short and his life is a lie in order to get the time travel device he made out of some magic fucking frisbees. karzahni took on the role of the morbuzakh. then the guy's like "this is bullshit" and gets thrown off a cliff but Karzahni II catches him and goes "hey. everything's alright. i tortured and killed a guy and he said you're doing good and everything is gonna be okay" and then the evil mayor impersonator (who by this point has not been impersonating the mayor for like. at least a week?) kills it. again. for real this time

[bl-bracket]

Greenest Flag Prelims: Pran (Bad Buddy)

Propaganda: "Hi boyfriend is an obvious option for this poll, but I wanna give Pran some credit as well. He is so patient, and knows his boyfriend so well. He is more reserved and had a lot of reasons to why he didn't want to make his and Pat's relationship official at first. However, he noticed how it affected Pat and therefore started to take down his own walls, for Pat. He was scared to hold hands in public, but then he took Pat's hand cos he saw how much Pat wanted to. When Pat was sad on the phone, he dropped everything to go and cheer him up, no questions asked. All Pat wanted was to shout his love for Pran out loud, so Pran arranged a situation at uni where Pat got to do it. He saw how Pat needed to stay in the lil' honeymoon bubble for a bit longer before they went back home, so he stayed in it for Pat. Pran is so considerate, to both his boyfriend and his friends (and fuck u Wai for not seeing that enough), he would do anything for them, and has so much love to give. He may not be as flashy with it, but that doesn't make his flag less green (I love him, your honor)"

[episodeoftv]

Prelims, Vote 1 of 8

The top 4 finales will move on to be included in the main bracket

Propaganda is under the cut, may include spoilers

Agent Carter - 2.10 Hollywood Ending

Just as Peggysous became canon, just as Jack is about to start his redemption arc, they cancelled the show and left all of us on a massive cliffhanger for, let's see, almost 8 years at this point. We need ANSWERS.

Daybreak - 1.10 FWASH-BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

It was written as a cliffhanger for a second season that would never come, but it just felt flat. The one objective that our leading lad (Josh) had been chasing (saving Sam) was rendered pointless, because the moment the big bad was defeated she effectively declared herself the new big bad and everyone who wasn't a major character went 'hmmm, okay!' And accepted it! They didn't even address this all that well, just ended with a shot of the MCs looking shocked.

Doctor Who - 12.10 The Timeless Children

this finale is shit!! absolute ass! nothing happens in it for it to justify having such a cool name. the master captures the doctor, shows her a slideshow that amounts to ‘‘you’re adopted!! :)" doctor breaks out of her matrix prison thing by overloading it with memories when the matrix is The Supercomputer and it’s used to hold all memories of all time lords ever? you know, the species whove been doing their thing for a billion years and live up to 10,000 years? the doctors new memories should either already be there or make nary a dent in it. the doctor’s like ‘‘why would they do that! why would they lie?’’ girl they have been lying to you since forever. they killed you once. theyve tried to kill you so many times. they turned you into a fucked up anti time monster that one time. one of the doctors past past selves even told her it doesnt really matter!! what was even the point

Loki - 1.06 For All Time. Always.

The series was going downhill past Episode 3 tbh, but it really just was a load of crap only interested in setting up the multiverse

Tales of Arcadia - Trollhunters: Rise of the Titans

This finale undoes everything the show worked for. In order to give itself stakes it kills off a few characters, but in a way that only indirectly impacts the MCs (such as Jim's Mom's fiancé getting killed). Then, at the end of the special, the main character uses time travel to go back to the start of S1E01 and changed history so he never becomes the trollhunter. Instead he makes his next friend the trollhunter instead. In terms of anticipation it was not at all what anyone was anticipating. (I had assumed he'd go to the start of the special and defeat the titans without any casualties). Having undone time only he remembers the previous timestream and he makes no effort to engage with it outside of accepting his changeling principal far sooner.

Ted Lasso - 3.12 So Long, Farewell

This trash ass finale undid three seasons of character development for every single person involved (except Nate!). A long-distance parent returned "home" despite having no attachments besides his child and leaving behind his entire found family, an abused and neglected woman was left behind by the person who taught her she didn't deserve abuse and neglect, and two characters who spent the whole show learning to cooperate and care for each other got into a fistfight over the girl they both dated.

Torchwood - 3.05 Day Five

No propaganda submitted

[nowoyas]

koi no yokan 24: closet door (nishinoya yuu/reader)

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A/N: greetings from hell! we are now more or less completely certain that I have sprained my wrist due to the fall down the stairs on Wednesday. this shouldn't affect any update schedules, however, because of the difference in how my brain functions when using the dictation software versus just typing, you may notice a difference in writing quality. I have done my best to keep it at the same quality and the same voice as usual, but there's only so much I can do when I can't type. Even so, I hope you enjoy!

Summary: The final days before prelims.

Warnings and tags: emetophobia, references to child neglect, light suicide ideation

Words: ~3800

You do not answer the door.

Not the bell, not the knocks. Not phonecalls or texts.

And Yuu, predictably, is worried.

He'd assumed, when you didn't leave the house this morning, that your night had been about as rough as anticipated, but the radio silence throughout the day is concerning. Concerning enough that, after ringing the doorbell twice and waiting ten minutes, he's about to go get the camping gear from his house and wait you out.

He rings the doorbell a third time. His phone buzzes a moment later.

[name] to Noya at 19:48

[name]: go away

Noya: not until I know you're okay

[name]: im not

He sighs. He's not going to get anywhere like this.

He remembers the spare key and locates it with ease, walks right in as quietly as he can manage. You're not in the living room, so you must be upstairs—he climbs the stairs, winds down the hall to your room, where the door is shut but not locked. He cracks it just a bit, then knocks. There's a shuffling from within the room.

"Come on, [name]-san," he says softly through the crack.

You don't reply. He opens the door the rest of the way—your futon is still laid out, and in fact looks freshly vacated, based on the fact that you haven't so much as smoothed out the comforter. You've got no less than four plushies laid up in said futon—he suppresses a smile when he spots the one that had been a get-well-soon gift from Shouyo—but you're nowhere in sight.

[name]: I said go away

[name]: I look awful

[name]: I don't want to be real right now please don't make me

"Are you sick?" he asks out loud, frowning. The text comes back quickly.

[name]: in the head yeah

[name]: did you seriously use the spare key to get in because I didn't wanna talk

He shrugs. "I was worried. Last time you skipped a day you at least came to the door."

[name]: getting punched in the face and telling you about my mom wasn't all that bad. Just exhausting

[name]: I literally want to die right now please just go

His heart cracks at the words. "Yeah, when you put it that way, there's no way I'm doing that."

[name]: senpai

[name]: please

He sits down on your futon, legs crossed. "I'm not leaving until I know you're okay, but I can text Okaa-san and let her know you're not up to dinner tonight."

A muffled fuck! leaves the nearby closet. He huffs and moves to sit with his back against the wall beside the closet door. You must have forgotten.

[name]: see now I just feel bad

"You didn't already feel bad?"

[name]: you know what I mean

[name]: you'll miss dinner for sure if you wait until I feel better

[name]: you're gonna die here at the rate I'm going

He shrugs. "I can miss it. I'll be fine."

"Don't you fucking dare," comes the muffled reply. It's obvious, when you finally speak, that you've been crying. "You have games. Tomorrow. You need to be at your best."

"Oh, she talks!" He smiles. It's progress. "You're still coming tomorrow, right?"

Silence, both from the closet door and his phone. His heart drops.

"[name]-san?"

The closet door creaks a little. "Do you want me to?" you ask quietly.

"I don't think I'll play half as good without you there to watch me," he says honestly. "And I need you there as a good luck charm."

"But do you want me there, because—"

"[name]-san. I want you at dinner with my family, and I want you at the matches tomorrow, and I wanted you at practice today, and I want you at every practice after this, and I want you at every match I ever play."

Silence. You pull the door shut. For a moment, he thinks he's said the wrong thing, but then—

[name]: can you get out for two seconds so I can get dressed

"You're coming to dinner?"

[name]: im actually bisexual

"What?"

[name]: im coming out of the closet

He lets out a startled bark of laughter. "Marry me. Don't even get dressed; I don't mind."

[name]: 875

[name]: I mind

[name]: I PROMISE I'll actually let you back in the room once Im dressed

"Fine, fine." He gets up. Leaves the room. Closes the door behind him. There's a moment of shuffling from within—your footsteps approaching. He thinks you're about to open the door for a moment, and then he hears you fumbling with the lock and jerks it open, careful not to hit you with it. "Oh, no you don't. You promised!"

You don't fight it. You let him push open the door the rest of the way, greet him with your hood pulled firmly over your head and an adorable pout. "Only because I promised," you say quietly.

God, you're in a state. Your eyes are red with tears, face swollen. "Do you wanna talk about what happened?"

"He bought me a late birthday cake. He said he didn't know last month was July."

"That's… good, right?"

"He did it right when things got tense and just left. He walked."

"O…kay?"

"So I immediately had a complete mental breakdown and he came back with cake to find me hyperventilating where he left me because the last time someone went for a walk after a tense conversation they fucking died." You lean into him, slowly bringing your arms up to wrap around his torso. He returns the hold tentatively, resting his chin on top of your head.

"Oh." Ohh. He holds you just a bit tighter as the realization sets in. "I'm so sorry."

"'N then he apologized and we talked about Okaa-san for a while and I thought maybe he might actually listen and be home more, but he hesitated and said he'd try." A sniffle. "And we watched volleyball to distract me, but then he—he—"

Your shoulders shake. He pulls away, guides you to sit with him so he can cradle you just a little bit better. (Now is not the time to think about the fact that you started watching volleyball for comfort. He files it away for later.)

"I can't ever come out to him, Noya," you mumble. "He said he was glad I wasn't playing volleyball because all the women—it was some match between women's teams—looked like lesbians. Like it's a bad thing."

A bunch of potential responses race through his head. Everything from what an asshole to okay, like lesbians aren't hot which he's pretty sure he's slightly more qualified to say than the average guy but probably isn't very useful right now. What comes out feels lame and not nearly enough. "That's messed up."

You nod. "It's like—I don't even know what I want from him. Him not being here makes me feel like shit. And when he's actually here I feel worse. And now I have evidence that he'll never accept me for me, and probably if I did come out he wouldn't get the bisexual thing or pull something about how it's fine if I grow out of it and end up with a man, and—and—" You pause. Buckle in on yourself a little as your stomach growls loud enough for Yuu to hear. "I feel sick."

"Have you eaten today, like, at all?"

You shake your head. "I… I didn't get out of bed until I heard you coming up the stairs."

"[name]-san!" he admonishes. "Alright, that's it. Get everything you need for tomorrow."

"Huh?"

"You're coming to dinner. You're gonna eat."

"But why—"

He tilts his head. "I'm gonna ask you to stay the night, and I don't want you to have any "nos". So you gotta get your stuff together and bring it with you to my place before I ask  so you don't have the "no" that your stuff is all here and you don't want to drop by in the morning."

You let out a soft laugh, melting into him just a touch. "You're gonna casually ask me to stay the night."

"Well, yeah!" He shakes your shoulder playfully. "You're good luck. You proved it at the training camp. Gotta absorb all the luck I can off you! And, y'know, I sleep way better when I'm cuddling someone, and—"

"Okay, okay. Message received, you wanna cuddle. Is Rina-san gonna be okay with that?" You wriggle out of his hold, go hunting for clothes.

"What do you mean? She loves you."

"I think any reasonable parent might raise an eyebrow at a girl sleeping in the same bedroom as her son. I don't exactly have the concussion to use as an excuse anymore."

He shrugs. "If Satsuki can have her girlfriends stay the night, I don't see why you can't. Besides, it doesn't mean anything, right?" He flashes a smile, winks at you.

You roll your eyes. "I don't like your implications, Mister. And yes, strictly platonic."

"As long as you still come along. Come on, give me more reasons to say no so I can get you to admit you wanna sleep with me tonight!"

It might've been on the nose, but at your flustered squawk and the bag suddenly flung at his face, Yuu thinks it was worth it.

Even better yet, you play along—you're clearly still down, but you set up arguments for him to knock down one by one, even as you finish packing and walk with him back to his place. By the end of the night, over video games and bantering with Satsuki, you've given in—you steal the shower, cuddle right up to him with no pretense. His chest swells with pride at the feeling of your head resting on it at the end of the night, and threatens to burst when he catches a whiff of his own body wash on your skin.

Strictly platonic, his ass.

~

You wake up to a commotion on the bus. When you turn around in your seat, leaning over Noya to investigate, you find Hinata leaning into the bus aisle, his head between his knees. 

"What's going on?" you ask.

"Shouyo's not feeling good," Noya says. "Anxiety, apparently."

You furrow your brow. "Is he going to be okay?"

Tanaka pokes his head into the aisle. "He gets like this before matches. Before our first practice match he literally threw up in my lap."

You cringe. That sounds… bad. "Okay, wait—Tanaka-senpai, switch seats with me."

He blinks. "What?"

"You heard me." You grab Noya's shoulder and slide over his lap. He lets out a strangled noise, hands coming up to steady you as you slide right past him into the aisle. The shuffle is quick and, for your part, painless. You slip past Tanaka—Noya moves into the seat you'd had, and Tanaka takes the newly-opened aisle seat so that you can sit across from Hinata. "Hinata, do me a huge favor and hum for me."

He looks up in confusion, but before he can say anything, he slaps a hand over his mouth and drops his face back between his legs. "W-what?" he asks weakly.

"You heard me. You can hum anything, it doesn't matter what, but your body's gag reflex can't actually work if you're humming."

He begins to hum—the sound is tuneless, and you're not sure it comes from any particular song so much as his anxiety. You smile softly and reach out a hand rub small circles into his shoulder blade.

"Okay, that's good. Just keep humming for me no matter what while we wait for Coach Ukai to pull the bus over." You speak quickly and softly, but for the last part, you raise your voice insistently so that you're heard. The sharp look you flash in the rear view mirror catches Coach Ukai's eye, and you think he nods in reply. Good.

"I can't believe you're getting nervous like this again," Tsukishima says. "You know, if you didn't gorge yourself like you were talking about this morning, you might not have made yourself sick—"

You don't look up when you speak. "Tsukishima."

The anxious buzz of the other guys falls quiet.

"Do you think you're helping right now?"

Silence.

"Exactly. Not the time. So shut up."

There are a few stifled laughs, but you don't care about those right now. Your focus is on Hinata. It seems to be anxiety, rather than panic—that's good. You have better techniques for anxiety attacks than panic attacks anyway.

"Okay, Hinata, I'm going to ask you to do something for me, but you can't stop humming, okay?"

He nods shakily.

"So what I need from you right now is to just look around, and I want you to focus on picking out five things that you can see, okay?"

He nods, and as he continues to hum the same random notes, he picks up his head to look around.

"When you're done, you can just nod at me to let me know, okay?"

You watch his eyes settle on distinct points—first to you, then to Tanaka in the row beside you. Then to the roof of the bus, then to a sulking Tsukishima a few rows back, and finally, to his own shaking hands in his lap. When he's done, he looks at you again and nods.

"Good. You're doing great. Now, I want you to find four things that you can touch right now. Can you do that for me? When you do, I need you to go out of your way to actually touch those things. Focus on how they feel, alright?"

Again you watch him work—he reaches out and brushes fingertips against your arm. Then against the seat of the bus, then against his shorts, and then, after a moment of hesitation, against his own hair. You keep your hand rubbing his back the whole time and nod.

"Tanaka-senpai, can you hand me my bag from the row? Thanks. Keep humming for me, okay, Hinata?"

He nods. He's switched to a random lullaby, and you smile when you recognize the tune.

"Okay, I know this will be hard because you have to keep humming, but try your best for me, okay? I need you to find three things that you can hear for me. It can be any three things, including your own voice, but I want you to take a moment to notice how they sound as you're listening to them."

He tilts his head this way and that, and for just a moment, his humming falters. You force down the surge of panic as you see him lurch a little, but he picks back up with the humming and nods to you when he's picked out his three things.

"Good." You rifle around in your bag for a moment, searching for something. When you find it, you bring it to the top of the bag and open the cap. "Two things you can smell next. You've probably got the one from the bus air, but just in case, I have something to make it easier."

He sniffs at the air a moment, and once he has, you hold out your open bottle of hand lotion—vanilla-scented—for him to smell. Once he's done, you put it away and immediately reach back into your bag for your water bottle. With honestly perfect timing, the bus slows to a stop on the side of the road.

"Almost done, Hinata. We're gonna make our way off the bus first, and then we'll get to that last one."

You walk behind him down the bus aisle. The entire time, your hand doesn't leave his back—you're careful to keep soothing him, to keep him as grounded as you can get him. When the two of you are clear of the bus, you purposely remove your hand from his back and take three very large steps away. "Alright. Stop humming and let it out."

He obeys to the letter—the humming stops, and then he lurches over and begins to throw up. It's loud and gross and smells bad, but at the very least, it's on the side of the road and not on the bus where you'll be trapped with the smell for another forty-five minutes or so. "I'm so sorry," he cries, doubled over with his hands on his knees.

You uncap the water bottle and hand it to him. "None of that. We weren't finished with the grounding exercise. Here's one thing you can taste. I would recommend swishing and spitting to get the stomach acid off of your teeth and the taste out of your mouth a little bit."

Again he obeys, swishing the water in his mouth and spitting with a distasteful look on his face. "Ugh. That was disgusting."

"Does it feel a little better, though?"

"Yes, it does... Thank you…"

"You can keep that water bottle; you'll want to drink the rest of it in slow sips until we get to the tournament. Hydration and all that."

At the mention of the impending matches, he looks a little pale again. You reach out and replace your hand on his back, hoping that the motion will soothe him a little bit. The two of you get back onto the bus and into your seats, where you lean in with a sympathetic look.

"Nerves about the matches, then?"

He nods weakly. "I just—I don't want to mess up today. I don't want to bring everyone down. I just want to stay on the court as long as possible."

"And you're going to. You know that, right? Even if you have one bad day, you've earned a place on the court already. It's not like Coach made you a starter just because he felt bad."

"But…"

"I mean, you're going to be fine. All of you are. Sure, anxiety is a thing and I don't expect you to just stop feeling it, but you should know that all you have to do is everything you've already been doing. And if that's the case, then you don't really have to worry, because you already know you can do it. You've been doing it. So you know you're capable of it. Y'know?"

He looks at you with tears in his eyes. "[surname]-san…"

"In the first place, I've spent the past two months watching you guys play and I'm pretty confident that you're gonna do just fine today. Even if you can't trust yourself, you can trust my judgment, right?"

"Yeah... you're right. You're so nice... seriously."

You shake your head. "I'm not nice. I'm talking about statistics. You know that we keep those, right? And I like to look at them. so I can say with absolute certainty that all of you have been getting more solid in the things that you're trying and that you've been steadily  closing the point gap between you and high-level teams. So you should know that when I say that I'm confident in you doing well today, it isn't based on feelings. It'd be rude not to trust me when I put so much thought into it, right?"

He smiles. An unfamiliar arm reaches from the row in front of you and shoves your shoulder playfully. It's Tanaka. "Man, Noya-san's right. You really are a tsundere. It's okay to say that you like us and trust us to win, you know?"

You bat at his hand with an unimpressed look. "Yeah, when I feel that way, I'll say it. Until then, I'll say what I mean. Thank you for the suggestion, though."

"But man, [surname]-san, you handled that really good." Hinata tilts his head. "How did you know the trick with the humming?"

You laugh and shrug your shoulders. "Had the stomach flu last year and had to ride it out alone. I think I threw up every hour at exactly the hour for like, two days straight or something. I didn't really want to have to clean anything up, so I figured out how to make sure I didn't have to. And you know what? It worked!"

He furrows his brow, giving you a sad look. "You had to go through that alone?"

A nervous laugh, a shrug. "It's not that big a deal. Otoo-san was busy with work, and it's just the two of us, so I didn't really wanna bother him. In any case, I got through it just fine, and if I hadn't had to deal with that, then I wouldn't have had the trick to share with you now. So it worked out! I'm glad for it."

"If you're sure…"

"Anyways, how are you feeling now?"

He smiles. "Better. Thanks."

You spend the rest of the bus ride to the tournament venue talking to Hinata. He seems, for the most part, calmer than before. You'd like to think that you do a pretty good job of keeping his mind off of the anxiety—you manage to ramble engagingly enough about the most recent book that you read, although you don't remember much about it given that you read it before the concussion. By the time you're all getting off the bus at the venue, he seems more or less thoroughly calmed.

You wait for Tsukishima, hands behind your back. When he steps off the bus, you grab at his arm with a tilt of your head. "Sorry for snapping earlier, by the way. I don't mind the way you act the rest of the time, but I was just worried about making sure that everything was sorted out right now. It wasn't personal, you know?"

He shrugs. "It's fine."

On the way in, a pouting Noya falls in step with you. You roll your eyes. "Dare I ask?"

"Nothing."

"Uh-huh. Nothing. Are you jealous? Is that it?"

"Yes," he says. "I'm very jealous. Next time, I'll be the one to get sick on the bus so you can lovingly rub my back for ten minutes."

"You're gonna make yourself sick from nerves?" You roll your eyes. "You? Yeah, sure. I'll believe that for sure. And lovingly? Dude, he was gonna throw up. Physical touch grounds people when they're anxious."

He sighs, draping his arms around you. "Fine. You were really good with Shouyo. I'm proud of you."

"Proud of me?"

"Yeah. You know, the flu thing."

Oh. Yeah. You guess you didn't really get too anxious talking about your family or anything. You shrug. "Thanks, I guess. It didn't feel good."

"But you did a really good job. Marry me?"

You huff and bump your head against his shoulder. "Let me run the numbers... Maybe if you ask another eight hundred and seventy-four times."

"I can do that."

You're starting to worry that he actually can.

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[kaiserkisser]

haihaihaiii hows my favourite person doing ?? i hope school n studies r going well 🫶

today aka tuesday we had maths 'practicals' which is basically just them maths teachers giving us some important questions to solve and we have to write those questions in our maths journal (idk y they even have maths practicals tbh 😓) so tbey check our journal after that so that's why i went to school today. it was literally the sole reason i came to school and guess what? our maths teacher was absent. like. why :c also attendence bhi attendence sheet pass karke li to me absent bhi hoti to meri friend mere roll number pe presenty laga dete yaar 😭😭

anyways we had pt after maths but sab logo ko ghar jane ki bhot ghayi thi (sir ka dhayn nhi that tab kuch ladke to aise hi bag utha ke bhaag gaye) so sir left us 15 minutes early because we don't do anything in pt honestly haha

andd then i came to the station and theres this didi who is with me like we sit facing each other in the train and we both r the first ones jo train me chad jate hai (ladies coach hai na to bhot zyda bheed reheta hai agar thoda bhi late hua to kahde rehene ko bhi jaga nhi milti :')) so everyday thers ALWAYS some ladies ka drama chal rha reheta hai. toh vo didi aur me hamesha eye contact aur smile karte hai like kuch keheni ki bhi jarurat nhi reheti hum dono eye contact se hi baat kar lete hai hehe. like hamne kabhi mu pe eak dusre se actually baat nhi ki hai par she has become one of the small joys of my boring life hehe :3 also bhot dino baad i ate those little hearts biscuits today i used to love them sm as a kid hehe ><

ok i yapped a lot there haha anyways i hope prelims go great and i hope ur taking care of urself (PLS tske care of urself) drink lots of water and eat lots and try to get as much sleep as you can i love you/p take care <333

HELLOOOO im doing fine actually hehe not bad :333 (unless u count the fact that prelims r in less than 10 days fuck-) i mean tbh yeah ig but i mostly studied on my own kyunki schl ka syllabus abhi tak khatam nhi huya hai 💀💀 crossing my fingers i get good marks 🤞anyways how are YOU doing ‼️‼️‼️

wha- honestly in my whole life i have never once heard of MATHS practicals what in the actual falafal- oh wait so basically like a maths project lol

WAIT so how much attendence is compulsory????? and oo so do u normally stay home n study?? AND BRO THATS THE WORST its like when i carry all the thickass books to schl and then none of them are used 💀 your teacher used that as an excuse for maximum attendance lmao xhahsh and damnnnn nice friend they dont checkwhether ur actually there???

ngl i would have done what the guys did too lol- i like just chilling or walking around in pt with my frnds lol not actual pt-

OO THATS SO NICE WHAY DHSHSHS thats so sweet hehe OHHH LITTLE HEARTS????? I LOVE THOSE OMFG DJSHDHSH

and i love listening to ur yap :3333 i hope so too 😭😭😭 um i am i am dw!!! im actually taking better care of myself than i used to before lol hehe :333 sleep tho- whats that? /j/j YOU TAKE CARE OF URSELF TOO!!! DONT STRESS URSELF OUT WITH STUDIES!!!! eat and drink well, rest up and dont firget to take breaks :3333

[canonmisogynyvictimstournament]

heyy! im the person who submitted jennifer lopez from john dies at the end!! im so excited you included her, she was fucked over so bad! its not a very popular book or movie and i want her to at least make it past her first match up so bad cause no one talks about her. i know you're still in prelims but i want to start her propaganda early!

she is not real life jennifer lopez! the author named her that so he could talk about how hot the character is while still negging her for not being AS hot as her namesake. I don't want to just repeat what I already put in the google form so, for the folks voting, PLEASE read her propaganda once it comes out. some of the stuff they do with her is honestly shocking. just SO bad

Jennifer deserved better. Justice for Jennifer!

[vacantgodling]

Okay now I wanna know about Amon/Di, Hya/Toph, Amon/Toph, and Hya/Di, like who works the best and who's a disaster?

OHHHHH INTRIGUING. the funny thing about the four of them is they’re all kind of?? similar in some ways to each other. but different at the same time lol. i like to refer to toph & di as the og amon & hya bc i made them first HOWEVER there’s key differences between all of them in the morality and vibe department but anyway enough prelim ramble

AMON & DI: like tbh they’d be really chill with each other but the chemistry would just not fucking spark unless they were fighting and bc they’re both just a twinge too logical to fight for no reason it’s like hmm. you’re cool, ig? they’d get a lot of shit done and a lot of heads would be knocked but they’re bros lmao. HOWEVER, if i were to pair amon with the SUPER OG version of di where he could talk to animals and was kind of part wolf (long story) amon would be fucked he’s his type lmao. og di is rugged, an asshole and would absolutely beat you up for no reason and amon likes that. however di being into him is questionable bc di is such a pretty boy fucker LMAO. they struggle bc they have the same type and it’s not each other 💀 but they’d get along :)

HYA & TOPH: god they would get on each others NERVESSSSS SO MUCHHHHHH. and not in a way that they’re endeared to like how they are with their boys no; they’re too alike but too different at the same time lmao. they both bitch and cuss like sailors, don’t take shit from anyone, and Know that they’re right. but toph is a metal head and a demon and is absolutely all about the grunge so hya would piss him off for being too “prissy”. not only that but hya’s tolerance and morals are like Way Lower than toph’s and toph’s like ok i’ve been through shit but you’re an ass. and hya’s like i don’t really know where you get off thinking that just because you care about other people means you’re better. so like similar personalities but the morals clash and they’d just be bitching at each other non stop or it’s silent treatment no way in between.

i would genuinely prefer a amon/di escapade before a hya/toph LMAO.

AMON & TOPH: they’d work a little too well 💀 toph would actually get down and dirty and fight amon and while verbal fights do get him going, physical fights get him zero to 100 really fast. both of them have no qualms about fucking whenever and however so it’d just be all the time lmao. ntm they’re both pretty laid back—they don’t let things bother them unless they need to and when they’re bothered it’s all hands on deck to get this ASS WHOPPIN— they also have similar crass senses of humor and the banter is definitely tHere lol.

HYA & DI: a bit rough ngl. hya is a very hard person to get along with if you aren’t ready for him and while di would definitely be magnetized to hya from afar i think he’d think he was too intimidating to really approach. even if he were, the likelihood that hya would give him anything to work with is null and void. see, the thing about di is he’s actually pretty easy to read if you look enough, and with hya that’s kind of bad because if he can read you he can learn ways to avoid opening up to you. he can’t read amon well bc amon doesn’t make sense to him and lets a lot of hya’s bullshit roll off his shoulders so it inevitably ends with hya floundering for ways to push him away that he just can’t fucking find. but di? angel, he’s easy. he’s got a tell where he rubs his nose when he lies, he looks down and to the right when he’s uncomfortable, he gnaws his lips when he feels some type of way. hya would avoid opening up. and while di enjoys an intimidating partner (toph cough), he’s still a goody two shoes trying to learn to spread his wings. he needs someone more willing to approach him and meet him on his level which hya absolutely would not do lol. i doubt they’d even talk they have very little to go off of 💀

so in order of best to worst:

amon & toph — best

amon & di — pretty good but chemistry needs help

hya & di — by virtue of nothing happening

hya & toph — at each others throats actual disaster

[powerpolyculeshowdown]

Hi!! Maybe I’m dumb, or maybe it’s just not been posted yet, but…is the locked tomb polycule still in the running?? I really REALLY need to vote for them if they are lol but I can’t fucking find it anywhere, and naturally the search feature is broken and useless. So, if the poll is still up/ongoing, would you mind linking it in your answer?? I hate to bother you, I’ve just spent like a half hour on this blog trying to find it and I can’t lol

there were 2 in the prelims, so assuming you mean the one that got in (pyrrha/wake/g1deon) then yes! then won their poll in round 2 part 1!

and ur not dumb!!! tumblr is held together w tape and prayers especislly the mobile app so it just chooses not to work sometimes. for future reference, if you can click the links in the pinned post (i say if cause sometimes they dont work for people but they are functional its just Bad App Moment) the Masterpost has the winners of each round highlighted in green and the loser crossed out!

you'll be able to vote for them again in round 3! which will happen next week since round 2 ends today. And don't worry, it's not a bother at all!!!

[aug-archive-1]

Transcript, Human 3, Human 1, Human 22 and AUT-GOV-23

Day 114

[Transcription Begins]

1: “Where’s 3? We’ve started the meeting recording already.”

22: “With 18, 3’s been there since he’s came home. Hasn’t been out in a day.”

>> Something distressing must’ve occurred.

1: “What?”

22: “18’s a pastor— I forgot you haven’t met him yet—and 14’s current guardian. Give them a few minutes. 3’s usually not late.”

>> We can reschedule, if need be.

1: “It’d be better to get it out of the way, though.”

>> Perhaps.

3: “Hey—sorry, thanks for waiting.”

>> Welcome

22: “Glad you made it back safe, 3.”

1: “Yeah man, congrats, how do you feel?.”

3: “It was… a lot. It wasn’t, like, dangerous, but… anyways how do want to do this anyways? Did y’all read my report?”

>> I have.

22: “No, I didn’t get the chance. But 3 do you want to talk about it?”

3: “Nope!”

>> 3’s thoughts were clear in the report. 

22: “Alright…”

1: “I skimmed the document. We can just start from the top.”

3: “Sure, okay. I left, of course. The bots were all outpacing me, for the most part, except my extension that was there to help me traverse some of the rubble and communicate with the others. They went ahead to each of the points, did their scans, and then waited for me to catch up, read prelim results, and comment on it. Most of the time they were able to pick up everything I detected. Everything that was either a delicate part or delicately positioned I had to try for, with some mixed results. I’m getting the feeling there’s usually an augment that does the scanning for them?”

>> You would be correct.

3: “Yeah, that was tricky. You might’ve noticed the reduced numbers on the report, and that it took longer for NOM-7 to fix all the stuff I did.”

1: “I’m sure you did great, man. What did y’all find?”

3: “Different stuff, some of it salvageable, some of it already salvaged. A lot, and I mean a lot, of rubble. Um… some worse than rubble. A lot of the dead, under that rubble.”

22: “Oh.”

1: “... I see.”

3: “I—I know we know people died, especially those of us who weren’t in the pods, but it was a lot. And it smelled really bad. It was disgusting. And—some of them were burned, some of the grid has burn damage—looks like battery explosions, something like that. The transmission lines were fucked up.”

>> The extensions marked down all the transmission lines that were and were not operational within the area, but it’s good to know the seeming cause.

3: “Yeah. The damage gets worse the farther you get from the district center in the grid—the solar flare was early, right? Those were the areas not properly shut off.”

1: “That would make sense.”

3: “There’s a lot out there. Not everything’s salvageable—most of it can really just be stripped for parts. But, if most of the damage is confined to the transition lines, theoretically, the farther reaches of the districts are undamaged and can be scavenged for even more stuff: solar panels, maybe even more batteries. We could have a lot to work with.”

1: “Really?”

22: “That sounds really good.”

>> Excellent, really. With enough parts we may be even able to refit or make new bots as needed. Perhaps even have substantial solar batteries for a longer term energy solution.

1: “Or restart the grid, cutting out the middleman and really fixing our problem.”

22: “Restart the grid?”

1: “Yeah, the power district isn’t generating anything. We’re losing days because we consume more energy than we make. We can restart the plant and the parts of the city that aren’t down for the count, and then no longer have to worry about energy loss.”

22: “That would be so good! With the power district on we could have the light rail on and get stuff from our houses or get things from the farther corners of the city - maybe even get the interstate rail going enough to see if other parts of the country have anything going themselves.”

>> But, that could be dangerous. Who knows if we need as much energy as would be generated? What if we generate more than we can use? We don’t know the full extent of damage and may further damage what we have.

3: “Well what about the batteries? What if we turn on the plant for a small bit of time, direct the energy to the batteries, and then shut off so we can measure the output?”

>> You continue to propose a risky proposition. The generator creates a lot of power and requires multiple transistors in order to output a voltage that doesn’t damage the batteries. We do not know which transistors are functional.

1: “That can be done though. We can do that, we can do that conversion if we have enough transistors and do our groundwork.”

3: “It would be a lot. We’d need a lot of extensions to help the process, especially to map out the grid in a more detailed way.”

>> Perhaps we should prioritize stopgap measures rather than rush to the largest solution. Perhaps send larger expeditions to the father parts of the city, and improve our current status so that we can restart the power plant when we are more informed and better prepared. 

1: “Can we afford to be that cautious? We only have, what, 100 days left?

>> 113.9492034 days.

3: “Basically 100.”

1: “But like - what if we run out of time while scavenging? That’s the absolute worst case scenario. What kind of other objective out do we have?”

>> We can rebuild one district at a time—perhaps we restart a mini generator and hook up more panels to the grid, and expand, in order to match our current production.

1: “Estimate how long that’d take, 23.”

>>... 120 days, perhaps, depending on the locations of the solar panels.

3: “That’s more than what we have.”

22: “And we wouldn’t be fully back, would we? Still limited access to our comforts and electronics?”

3: “I don’t think we should wait. Do you think we have enough to start something, 1?”

1: “I think we do. We’ve picked up a good chunk of info these past two squad runs and we can predict the rest, and it’s probably the safest bet we have. Because if slowly building it up fails, we don’t have another option - if the power plant fails, we can rebuild slowly.

>> The worst case scenario of the power plant is destruction of what we already have.

1: “If we shut things down and be careful, it’s not going to happen.”

>> What about the unknown factors? What about the sheep?

3: “Sheep?”

1: “Dude, they probably just ran away.”

>> Highly unlikely. There were also extensions damaged by this attack.

22: “I don’t think there’s anyone who’d be out there that long and not either attack us or try to get sanctuary with us. That would just be weird, people aren’t like that.”

3: “Sorry, is anyone going to explain the sheep thing to me?”

1: “Later, 3. We can’t just wait around for a low electricity scenario, we’ve got to try to get back our city somehow, and I think we’re ready to try. Even if we fail, we just get more information to try again later.”

>> We ought to prepare for a low electricity scenario. It is the most likely end result. Like it or not, it is unlikely we will ever have the old Solaris again.

22: “Christ, don’t say that to me. How do we even make that work? It’d be terrible.”

3: “Days like these I wish I was a boy scout. Then I’d know something about survival skills.”

>> I do not think it’s fair that you all regularly override my thought processes founded in logic simply because the way that the world unfolds is discomforting to you. I speak with a genuine concern for the quality of our electric grid and capacity to handle surge inputs, and all you care about is your comfort.

22: “23, look - you don’t know what it’s like to be a person in times like these, 23. You’re, you know, missing data. I wasn’t born for this.”

1: “I sure as hell wasn’t, either.”

>> Perhaps you underestimate the risks. Maybe a lower quality of life is simply the consequence of the natural disaster in the first place. Maybe we simply have to adjust to that quality of life, and that is what life requires of you.

3: “That sounds like quitter’s talk to me.”

1: “Oh yeah, buddy. I’m not doing that.”

22: “I’ve got to agree with the group here. What would I even tell the others? We’re maybe going to be patient and wait it out? The others can see the archive, and read this as soon as we’re done here.”

3: “Hi guys!”

>> Heed me, please: a low probability of great damage is worse than the risk of mild but guaranteed inconvenience. If we have another surge, it will destroy everything. You would have to reboot me, reboot the others. You do not know what data we would lose. I would not be the same. You’d be alone.

1: “But aren’t the districts separate enough that we can isolate the generator?”

>> Not enough. Not entirely.

3: “We can finish the rest off, keep this area separated from the grid.”

>> That would mean going without the other bots for the duration of the mission, perhaps longer! If a decline in quality of life is unacceptable, how would the others agree?

22: “Can we rig the essential things to a solar panel?”

3: “Some of it. Not everything has the capacity.”

1: “But enough of it. I think it’s worth the risk. We were worried about 3, weren’t we? And 3’s back and safe.”

22: “Even mostly sane.”

3: “Mostly.”

1: “I think our next priority should be to restart the power plant. I’m going to work with NOM-7 to start sending out smaller units to get key parts from what we left behind during the last expedition.”

>> If you are determined on this path, let me not be the one that stops you. 

3: “Man, you’re such a downer, you know that?”

>> Simply realistic. If your minds are made up, I am done here, I have work to do. Thank you for meeting with me everyone. 

22: “I’ll work with the others, to win them over and get them to agree.”

3: “I’ll start separating our section from the rest.”

>> Please send progress reports at the 50% and 90% mark of the project.

1: “Roger that.”

3: “Sure.”

22: “Of course.”

[Transmission ended]

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was dicking around on the submissions sheet and realized. I FUCKED UP LMAO

SO. there will be ONE (1) extra prelim part b round that will include this song plus 4 ✨surprise songs✨ of my choosing that will go up on Tuesday. Just because I feel bad for the ppl that submitted this song 😭 not even sure if anyone noticed but now that i noticed it’s bugging me so. Stay tuned…..

Man I really should have just added 11 songs I liked a lot to the prelims so that we could do like, 24 matches of 4 then 8 matches of 3 to get the last 8 spots in the bracket filled. It would have made the numbers neater also some of my favorite songs only got 1 submission (many of those being mine). Idk why I didn’t. I guess I wanted the prelims to be as short as possible and also I wanted to be fair and unbiased but like. -_- I’m god here I should just do what I want

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talking in the tagz

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Now Recruiting ! ft. Inarizaki VB Boys - Part 4: Cheer for Me!: Time to Play

Summary: Atsumu comes up with a request. The 2nd year trio have a talk (or rather, Atsumu makes nosy questions). It’s game time at the gym where the Prelims are held.

Word count: +2.3K / + Extra 2 (+100), 3 (+200), 4 (+100), and 5 (36).

A/N: I haven't finished writing part 6 because I'm kinda stuck so it might take me a while until I post part 5 (I wanna publish a part and have the next one that comes ready or so I'm trying this time around.). Until next time <3.

previous, series masterlist.

Interhigh preliminaries were just around the corner and you could feel the excitement along with a bit of anxiety hanging in the air every time you stepped into the gym. You could go further and say you felt it as soon as you stepped foot over the school entrance. A certain blonde had come up with an idea to raise the team’s spirit during their games and said idea involved you. That wasn’t the part that you were against obviously, since you were there for being of help anyway. 

“y/n! Miya Atsumu is asking for you. Again.” One of your classmates announced during lunch time, sounding kind of tired himself of the situation. Several eyes turned to look between you and him and whispered between each other. You quickly got up from your desk, leaving behind your lunch as you dashed towards the door, where a smiley Atsumu was waiting for you, contrasting with your annoyed expression. 

“You have to stop coming here every single day like this.” His smile dropped. 

“Why?”

“You’re going to make all of my classmates hate me.” 

“And? What about it?” You clearly were explaining this to the one person who didn’t give a single fuck about something like that. You let out a big breath, your cheeks puffing in the process, visibly defeated. Atsumu spoke up again, smugly, “Are ya worried they might think we’re a couple or somethin’?” 

“No, because we’re not. But we can avoid misunderstandings like those.”

“Would that be so bad?” 

“Why are you here? Again.” You cut him off, trying to get to the point of his hundredth visit. “Do you actually need something this time or you’re still hung up on that silly idea? Like I said already, it’s not happening.” 

“Why not?”  He whined. God, he could be so childish sometimes. 

“Because I said so. No’s no. Stop being so petty. I’m leaving.” 

“Wait!” his hand shot out, grabbing your wrist to stop you from walking away any further. You honestly weren’t in the mood to continue with it, your serious expression making him realize maybe he had taken this too far. He let go of your wrist. “I won’t push it any further. I’m sorry I made you uncomfortable.”  His sudden change in behaviour and apology took you by surprise. 

“It’s-it’s fine. Let’s just forget about it.” you awkwardly patted his shoulder before he took his leave. You returned to your desk, your mind not letting go of what just happened. For the past couple of days, Atsumu has been asking you to dress up as a member of the Inarizaki cheering squad during the Interhigh Preliminaries. Not also that, but to wear his jersey. Being their manager, you immediately refused. You thought it was inappropriate and that it would cause misunderstandings, but evidently he didn’t care. Telling him that they already had a huge cheering squad along with a band wasn’t enough for him to take, nor his considerable fanbase that volunteered happily to do such things. He said it wasn’t the same thing, that coming from you it would be special. Frustrated, you thought now if you were overreacting about his strange yet simple request, your food forgotten in front of you. 

****

“You’re leaving early again today?” Suna asked as he saw you gather your things and pick up your bag. “We need our manager here.” 

“I have to pick up my little brother from school for a few days.” You handed him a water bottle. “I already explained to Kita and the coach and they said it was okay. Also I left everything done, you just need to clean up after the practice match’s over.” 

“Can’t he walk home alone as he usually does or come here?”  Suna offered. He had walked you home several times when practice ran late and learned about him during one of your conversations. 

“No, he can’t.” you lied but didn’t elaborate much. “I have to go.” 

“Sure.” he eyed you suspiciously, “Be careful.” 

“Will do!” you said back as you walked away. He smiled following your figure disappear through the doors. 

****

You eyed your reflection in the mirror wall of the cheering squad rehearsal room, wearing the uniform they lent you. It consisted of a sleeveless crop top and a skirt. The top was mostly black, with the school’s name in white and some red details that matched the skirt. You crossed your hands in front of you, evaluating your decisions maybe a little too late. But you had already compromised on it, and there was no turning back. You just hoped the gods were on your side, helping you with your coordination and with learning the little choreography they had prepared during the short period of time you had left. 

****

“Hurry up and get on the bus, boys. We’re going to be late.” You said as you finished putting everything at the back. 

“I left something in the locker room. I’ll be right back in a sec!” Atsumu yelled and made a run for it, not getting to hear everyone’s protests. 

“If we could just leave him behind.” 

“He’s part of the starting line up so we can’t.” 

“We might lose too.” 

“Yeah.”

“Osamu could do as a great setter, though.” 

“I know, right?” 

“Everyone shut up and make sure you have everything in your bags. And get on the bus!” You seemed more stressed than them and you kind of were. They finally hopped on the bus and picked their seats. You made sure you had everything yourself and checked everyone was inside once Atsumu came back. 

“Okay, everyone, let’s go win and secure our spot to Nationals.” you smiled as everyone cheered, taking your seat beside Kita. 

“You think the boys will like it?” You asked him. 

“I’m sure they will. You worked very hard for it.” He assured you. 

“Yeah.” you smiled at him. “I hope you like it too, Kita-senpai. Thank you for letting me do this.” 

“You’re welcome.” He stared at you, a faint blush covering the apple of his cheeks.

“Can you hear what they’re talking about?” Atsumu craned his neck, leaning over the seat in front of him as if that could get him to hear from his spot a couple of seats back and over the chatter of the rest of the team. 

“Sit back down you idiot, before you hurt yourself.” Aran scolded from the seat across.

“Obviously I can’t from here, dumbass.” Osamu added to the insults, answering him. Looking over, he got a glance of an unusual circumstance, “Kita’s getting all flustered, though.” 

Overhearing that, Suna looked up from his phone towards where Kita and you sat together a few seats up front from his. He was wearing his earphones but wasn’t listening to anything. And sure enough, the captain was blushing. That certainly peaked at everyone’s curiosity. 

“Is she flirting with the captain?” 

“You reek of jealousy.” Osamu snorted, “I don't think she is though, I think it’s just her.”

“What'd ya mean?” 

“She’s endearing in her own way and she ain’t even trying or notices.” He shrugged. 

“Ya think she’s cute?” 

“Don’t you too?” 

“So you like her?” 

“Of course I do.” As Atsumu stared at him as if he had just confessed something terrible, he elaborated, “Not like that, stupid.” 

“So if she confessed to you, you wouldn’t date her?” 

“I don’ t know.” 

“Oi, Suna. Suna!” Atsumu started gesturing exaggeratedly to get his attention and Suna saw no other choice but to indulge him. He had heard part of their conversation so he knew where this was going. 

“What is it?” He took an earphone off. 

“Do ya think y/n’s cute?”

“Why do you care?” 

“I’m going to tell her you said she was ugly.” The dark haired boy rolled his eyes. 

“I do find her cute.” 

“Do you like her?” Suna looked over at Osamu as if asking why the hell was Atsumu asking these things to which the gray haired boy just brushed him off. Just answer him and he’ll eventually shut up, he wished to say.

“Yes.”  He didn’t bother to explain how he meant it.

“Would ya date her?”

“Maybe. That’s not only for me to decide.” 

And the conversation was over. 

****

As you arrived at the gymnasium, you helped the boys take their stuff inside. Since your team was playing first, you had to hurry up and get to the court so they could start warming up. The cheering squads’ routines happened just as they introduced their respective starting lineups. So as the boys entered and went directly to their assigned court, you made sure you left everything in place. You would be missing for a few minutes anyway, then you’ll be back fulfilling your official manager duties while watching the game. 

“Oi, where’s y/n?” Osamu asked as he prepared to spike, hearing the reaction he got out of the audience. Atsumu stopped relishing in the moment, frowning at his brother’s question.

“She was right there just now.” He took a quick glance back to where you were supposed to be on the bench before setting the ball for Suna. You were nowhere to be seen. What if some guy was bothering you again?

“Time’s up, guys.” The captain announced.

“Kita-senpai, y/n’s not here.” Atsumu said as they all walked to stand by the court. The coach handed the sheet with the starting lineup to the ref and soon after he was calling up the captains to decide which team got first serve. 

“y/n-san is okay.” was all he said. To Suna, that sounded like he knew something they didn’t. He looked around once. 

The other team got first serve, so that left Inarizaki to pick their side of the court. The starting players stood by the endline as the commentator welcomed and started with an introduction. 

“y/n san! It’s almost time! Are you ready?” one of the girls asked you. She made you feel comfortable during the whole time and you thanked her dearly for making you rest at ease. You definitely need it right now. There were a bunch of people out there, accompanying the team you were up against, from your school, from other schools from the prefecture and even from others. You never were good with big crowds. Thank God you chose to do this now and not during Nationals. 

“No, I am not.” you said. She laughed knowing you were just nervous. During practice you did fine, or so everyone told you. “But, to hell with it. Let’’s do it. For the boys.” Everyone cheered and it was showtime. 

Suna never really paid attention to the cheering or the booing or whatever was happening outside of the court, tuning everything out. This time around he kept looking out for you. The other team’s introduction was about to be done, now theirs followed and you still weren’t on your usual spot. 

“Boys, pay attention. Someone prepared a surprise for you.” leaving the team confused by his words, but it wasn’t for long.

“Holy shit! ” Atsumu repeated at the sudden commotion that followed the cheering team’s entrance, noticing you first. “Holy shit!”

“No fucking way.” Osamu said as well as Suna and the rest of the boys turned, finally seeing you again. You were dressed as one of the Inarizaki cheerleaders, your hair tied up in a ponytail with a ribbon and a little makeup with the team’s colors. Suna couldn’t help but stare, as did the others as their names sounded through the speakers of the gym and they walked. 

They raised you up, and then helped you do a small flip into the air, falling back gracefully into their arms. The crowd roared as they finished and he saw your brilliant smile as you looked over at them, still cheering for them. 

“There’s no way we’re losing now.” 

“Y/N- senpai!” 

“That was awesome!”  The first years started as you jogged over to where the team was gathered. 

“That was scary.” you let out a breathy laugh, and then you were tackled in a hug by someone before the rest started to join. 

“Y/n-chan! You did that for me! You didn’t have to go through so much trouble.” You couldn’t believe he dared to say that. ‘Everybody thank me for what we just witnessed.” 

“First, I did it for all of you. Second, you bugged me for days to do this. And yeah I hope you enjoyed it because it ain’t happening again.” 

“Wait- this was all your idea?”  Aran asked, bewildered at the thought of you too getting tangled up in the blonde’s schemes. 

“I just asked for the uniform and wearing my jersey, not the full choreo back there. But this was way better than what I imagined. The jersey offer’s still up.” 

“Like hell.” 

“Didn’t hurt to try one last time.” 

****

Inarizaki came out victorious that day and after they came out of the changing rooms, you spent the day watching the other matches happening. After the exciting day, you were all exhausted, on your way back to your school. You sat next to Osamu this time around, much to Atsumu’s dismay who insisted you did it to bother him while his twin just gave him a taunting grin. Rolling your eyes, you asked Suna if you could seat with him instead to which he answered by moving to give you enough space, effectively shutting up the other two (but now Atsumu was bothering Osamu. Aran stood between them before they started once again another petty fight). 

Then, almost everyone fell asleep. Suna noticed you fighting off sleep yourself. One time he got busy looking out the window when he felt the weight of your head falling on his shoulder, leaning onto him. He tensed at the sudden movement, his eyes widened and flushed cheeks as he looked down at your peaceful expression. He remembered back to when you stood over at his place and the corner of his lips turned up in a small smile as he relaxed by your side. He held up his phone and took a picture.

Extra 2: I Can’t Find my Jersey. 

Shit. you cursed in your head. Now that you were cooling down, you started to get chilly in your showy outfit. Since you left your things in the changing room and couldn’t go get them at the moment, you randomly grabbed one of the boy’s. You said you wouldn’t do it but you had no other options, busy keeping track of the game. 

****

“Guys, have you seen my jersey? I thik I left it out of my gym bag. Someone might’ve taken it.”  Osamu asked, still rummaging through his bag even though he knew it wasn’t there. 

“You’ve got to be kidding me? You’re wearing his?!” Rolling your eyes, you turned to look at Atsumu to ask over what the hell he was whining to you about now. Atsumu’s lips were in a deep frown, slightly pouted and his arms crossed, refusing to look at you. Meanwhile, Osamu was staring, visibly flustered. 

“What now?” you lifted a brow.

“You’re wearing Osamu’s stuff.” he said through his teeth.  

“Shoot. I’m sorry. I got cold and I-” 

“It’s fine, you can keep it on.”  he said, then cleared his throat, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly. 

****

Extra 3: Hinata Shoyo Style Encounters: Manager Edition 

“I think it’s about time I change out of this.” you mentioned while one of the coaches of the teams you were watching play called a timeout, gesturing to your outfit. You had given Osamu his jersey back. Before Atsumu could protest, you grabbed your bag and stood up from the stands.  

You walked down the stairs as you started to undo your hair from your ponytail. Spending too much time with your hair up made your head hurt. You collided with someone as you walked along the court, almost falling back but the tight hold the person got over you stopped you from slipping off your feet. 

“I’m so sorry.” An apology quickly left your lips and as you looked up you were met by a pair of big, curious golden eyes.

“No, I’m sorry. Wait, you’re Inarizaki’s manager! You’re a cheerleader too?” 

“Yes. I mean, yes. I’m their manager. Cheerleader just for today.” you laughed nervously. He wasn’t wearing a player’s uniform but he had a jersey that read Fukurodani. You recognized the name. “You’re from Tokyo, aren’t you?” 

“I’m Bokuto Kotaro.” you introduced yourselves.

“You’re your team’s ace.” you remarked. 

“So you know about me, y/n-san.” He smiled brightly. “Inarizaki’s a worthy opponent. But if we end up playing against each other, we’re going to win.” He said everything without malice, an enthusiastic expression adorning his features but you knew his promise was serious.

“I’ll be there rooting for my team.” you smiled confidently.

extra 4: It’s Time to Get Up

“Oi! Wake up, lovebirds!” Your eyes slowly fluttered open at the same time, the bus had stopped. Suna ended up falling asleep too, his head on top of yours, one arm tangled together with yours. “We’re back.” 

As you came to your senses, Suna rubbing the sleep out of his eyes with his free hand then halting to a stop, you clumsily moved to put some distance between you, knocking your heads in the process, letting out a whine. “Ow!” you rubbed the sore spot in your forehead while his hand flew up to his face, he had accidentally bitten his lip, eyes shut.

Extra 5: Social Media Presence ft. Suna Rintaro Pt.1: 

Suna posted his picture with you along with some he took with you after their game before the team started to protest asking for a group picture. The caption reads: We both get first place <3.

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Prelims, BoJack Horseman

The top 2 results will move on to the main bracket

propaganda and summaries are under the cut (May include spoilers)

1.11 Downer ending

BoJack embarks on a project in his typically gonzo style, leading to a drug-fueled revelation.

So I see that some other Bojack episodes have submitted AND THEY ARE ALL BANGERS TOO. But I think this one is a bit underrated when it comes to great episodes of Bojack Horseman. A lot of season 1 gets underrated because it starts off sort of hard to watch & the later seasons get so good that it's easy to forget. But Downer Ending really takes my breath away every time I watch it and leaves me with this feeling of despair and unease. And, unlike the later episodes, I have not gotten that despair fatigue that sets in at season 6 (not dissing it! Still a great season.)

4.02 The Old Sugarman Place

BoJack goes off the grid and winds up at his grandparents' dilapidated home in Michigan where he reflects on his family legacy and befriends another soul haunted by the past.

A clever, contained, sharp look at generational trauma and grief. Uses flashbacks but also lets events overlap on screen so that BoJack's family are literally haunting the narrative. Eddie is an excellent single episode character - his duet across time with Honey is properly heart wrenching. It's also very funny. He said his name was Hambone Fakenamington.

4.11 Time's Arrow

In 1963, young socialite Beatrice Sugarman meets the rebellious Butterscotch Horseman at her debutante party.

incredible portrayal of memory and dementia, adds depth to a character who'd previously just been a fairly one dimensional bad mother but becomes a fully realised person over the course of just twenty minutes, some of the best creative use of animation and visuals in an adult animated series

5.06 Free Churro

BoJack delivers a eulogy at a funeral.

The whole episode is one 20 minute monologue delivered by a cartoon horse and it's one of the most compelling things I've ever seen in my life.

6.15 The View From Halfway Down

BoJack reconnects with faces from his past.

Listen... Bojack has a lot of THAT EPISODE episodes, but this one just takes the cake. It's the penultimate episode of the show, in which the main character (SPOILERS) attends a dinner party inside his own mind with every character who has died over the course of the show. They all have deeply philisophical discussions about what it means to live a selfless, morale life, the value of sacrifice, the role of religion in personal fulfillment. Every background detail is packed with so much symbolism, the shape of a chair, the bridge the characters take a smoke break on. It's got an amazing dream-like quality, every small detail like a wire phone stretching too far, things getting misplaced, characters get older and no one comments on it, ect. But this is also the episode that just RIPS into Bojack as a character (which the show is already pretty famous for) but he's forced to face EVERY mistake, and watch all the people he's lost fade into the darkness (all in ways that mirror how they actually died) while trying to confront his own mortality, and coming to the realisation that - he's dying. He's drowning in the pool and this is all happening inside his own head. Everything everyone tells him, the ways they're acting in this episode, that's not who they actually are, those nice things aren't things they'd actually say, it's just what he WANTS them to be like. And at the end he has to stop running from the darkness that's already taken everyone around him, and just let it take him. Stop fighting, just let go. And then, rather than the usual end credits song, we just hear a flatline that runs throughout the credits. It fucks you up so bad.

Takes place entirely in the main character's mind while he's on the brink of death, genuinely terrifying especially considering the rest of the show is a dramedy, some of the greatest voice acting work I've ever heard, the titular poem performed in the episode is incredibly haunting