#It's so close

[laf-outloud]

Jared's heading to Denver! (He's listed as being there Thurs. and Fri. only).

[chelledoggo]

the new digital circus episode is a little over a week away

[oshiawaseni]

While the second opening was disingenuous to the heart of Izuku's solo arc, the actual content of the anime itself has remained quite faithful. Even going so far as to add or change some details to better represent the characters and their feelings. It's almost as if these changes were an amendment to the manga, just in case the manga didn't answer certain questions well enough.

Like the true reason Izuku decided to leave U.A. The manga presents Izuku's loved ones as a group, with Katsuki there as the last person your eyes should look at. But will readers make that connection? With the removal of just one word in the anime, the group part of the sentence, it shows viewers a more solid, concrete reason: It was explicitly because of Katsuki nearly dying.

Another example is how the various translations of Katsuki's line ("waatteru") created fandom friction, and they would flitter between "I know" and "We know," depending on who was translating it.

I always thought it had a very personal "I know" vibe to it because as Katsuki stated, and this is something reminded to us only 3 chapters earlier: He is the person who "knows" Izuku best. The anime removes ambiguity of the I know/We know debate by having Izuku apologise only once he'd made it into Katsuki's arms, making their exchange of words appear even more intimate and direct to one another. Katsuki knows.

Then after he stumbles his way into Katsuki's arms, there is that bonus clip of him being awake to hear Katsuki's gentle forgiveness of him. To express that the last of his resolve has crumbled because of Katsuki’s apology and being held in those arms he feels safe. He feels loved. So Izuku gives himself fully to Katsuki's care, murmuring out his beloved’s name with a "Ka…” right before finally succumbing to sleep. I think this extra moment makes the feel of their apology seem even more romantic… because it's supposed to.

And now Ochaco's handhold! It being featured in the opening gave some of us grief every week simply because this arc was never about IzuOcha, it was about Katsuki and Izuku.

Katsuki realising his need for Izuku to be by his side and losing SLEEP over not knowing if he's okay. Katsuki's proud statement of knowing Izuku best and that he couldn't be left alone because of his disregard for himself. Katsuki instigating the search and rescue of Izuku. Katsuki humbling himself before Endeavor and Nezu, setting aside his pride in exchange for the safety of his most important person and best friend, PLEADING Endeavor for his help because he's SO AFRAID of Izuku being out of his sight and losing him forever.

Katsuki saving Izuku's life again. Katsuki humbling himself a second time, apologising to Izuku and telling him to put some trust into him and their hero friends; that they can be relied on to help him. Katsuki telling him his ideals of saving people weren't wrong, and they can only win by saving everyone: Izuku, the people at U.A and the people in the city.

The beautiful poetry in Izuku’s reason for leaving, to protect his most precious person, being overtaken by his reason to stay: Izuku’s unconditional, everlasting love for that person and his overwhelming need to be by their side. And here Katsuki was, finally telling him it was okay to; he wants him there.

Even Daiki-kun said the last of Izuku's resolve left him because of Kacchan’s heartfelt apology… Yes. The opening’s handhold was really out of place.

And after Izuku is brought back to U.A, we get to the real IzuOcha handhold... But rather than grabbing his hand like she does in the manga, they have her grab the more impersonal wrist area instead. It's so hard to believe we are in a timeline where Bones are making an opening Ocha-centric, when it shouldn't be, and yet NERFING her handhold in the ACTUAL anime content…??????

All of this has got me thinking that maybe Hori himself has been directing Bones to make these changes - to make BkDk's growing love for each other a more prominent fixture in the story that’s almost impossible to miss, while dampening the IzuOcha teasing into little more than kindness between two good friends. And in doing so, the anime has now become spiritually connected to the manga because this is the exact same direction the manga has been going in lately.

Why else were all of these changes and enhancements made in the anime? Maybe it’s because Horikoshi is preparing people for the bkdk romance that's about to go into full bloom.

[just2bubbly]

"We've been expecting you" like hell yea. I thought it would take another year but no this is like 5 months away and I'm going frenzy with it!!

[momowoah]

AND IT'S ON ELECTION WEEK!!!!!!!!!!!

[alightbuthappypen]

Rereading my own smut for inspiration like 'you can do this. You can make these fictional characters bang in a coherent way once again'

[ikamigami]

Oooooo I'm telling y'all this now!!

If Sun and Moon won't play new chapter for Poppy Playtime I'll kill myself QwQ

/jjjjjj

But seriously.. pls I beg you VAs pls pls pls QwQ 🙏

[landofanimes]

Ranma 1/2

New anime series releases in Japan on October 5, 2024!

[heretherebedork]

There are twelve more days in the school year and I just have to survive the teacher I work with and then never see her again.

Working with a bad teacher is one of the most stressful things y'all.

12 more days. At least I know she's not teaching summer school.

[linskywords]

I bet connor wouldnt even really use a lot of his domming stuff. Most of it is just for show to prove to the subs he brings over that he is a real dom of course why else would he have all of this domming stuff then? It doesnt matter if 75% of it has never been used and hasnt left the drawer hes put it in. It doesnt matter if when he spanks his subs he imagines what it would be like if he was in their place. He is a dom. He has to be a dom. He needs to be a dom.

Maybe he doesn't even scene with subs at all. He just lies when the team asks him about it, and he flirts at bars but never actually brings anyone home. He doesn't trust himself to be convincing as a dom, and he doesn't want any rumors starting about him. He buys the gear as set dressing for when people come over to his house. He'd like to leave it packed away, but that might make it seem like he never uses it -- like, no one really bothers hiding their kneeling pillows between uses, even if they keep the whips safely tucked in the night stand. So he leaves the kneeling pillow next to the couch, partway under an end table, and it's just there all the time, staring at him.

[stardustedknuckles]

Finally got some room darkening curtains set up and my fitbit says my deep sleep jumped from one hour a night to two last night. Very excited for this. Very tired of waking up at 4:30 in the morning to bright windows and struggling to sleep on and off again until I have to get up at 8:30.

[squishykitty825]

Holly struggled against the ropes on her wrists. She was right there, why wasn’t her dad telling her mom where she was. The bonds around her wrists chafed against her skin, rubbing it raw. She stopped struggling when her father walked back into the room.

The woman started straining against her ropes. What was she looking at? Holly strained her neck trying to see what it was that was scaring the lady. Her father had grabbed a sharp-looking kitchen knife and was cleaning the edge. Was he going to cut them free? But then why had he tied them up in the first place? Holly couldn’t piece together what was happening. Everything was so confusing.

Her father kept walking toward them, his gaze set on the woman, who continued to struggle against her bindings. She was whimpering underneath the duct tape, her eyes darting between Holly and the knife. 

There was an odd energy coming from her dad, something Holly hadn’t noticed until that moment, it was almost like his sanity had shattered. Like, to him, reality was coming unraveled. He stopped in front of the woman, his right hand fisted around the knife at his side.

“Close your eyes, dolphin. You don’t want to see this.”

See what? What didn’t he want her to see? Holly strained to see around her father at the woman and caught one last glimpse of her face as her father plunged the knife into her chest. 

Holly screamed under the duct tape. There was another scream on top of her own, she looked toward the door. Dustin was standing in the doorway, his tiny hand on the doorknob. Tears were streaming down his face as he turned and ran.

Blood rushed in her ears as she tried to yell for Dustin to run, but she just sat there, frozen, as her dad pulled the knife out of the lady’s chest and started after Dustin.

Holly started straining against the ropes again as soon as he was out of view. She didn't care that she was starting to bleed, she had to get to Dustin. Her right hand slipped free from the rope. As she worked she kept her gaze away from the body across from her. She couldn’t think about that right now, but despite her best effort, she found her eyes sliding over to the woman in the chair. She wasn’t moving, Holly let out a sob and pulled harder against her remaining restraint. Dustin needed her. She struggled to get the ropes untied from her ankles, but eventually, she got all the ropes off. Ripping the duct tape from her mouth, Holly fell to her hands and knees on the floor. Blood had pooled on the ground, covering her palms in the sticky substance before she stood and ran out the door, ignoring the soreness from her wrists and ankles.

Distantly she could hear her dad calling to Dustin. He’d gone upstairs, he was distracted. Holly had to act quickly. The best way to save Dustin was to–to… what should she do? She had no idea what to do. She looked around the empty hallway. To her left was more hallway, but to her right was… her mom’s office. A phone! She’d call the police, they would save Dustin.

Holly ran into the office and started looking for the phone. Climbing onto the chair she searched the desktop. There! To her left was a phone. She reached for it just as she heard Dustin scream. She hesitated, what if her dad heard her. It was worth the risk. She dialed nine-one-one and listened to it ring.

“Nine-one-one, what’s your emergency?” The operator lady sounded like a nice person. She would send help.

“It’s my daddy, he–he stabbed a lady,” Holly started sobbing mid-sentence, “she was so scared of him, please help me! He’s going to hurt my brother. He’s going to kill him too!”

“Sweetie, I need you to calm down, okay? I need you to tell me where you are, can you do that for me?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Holly sniffed. She had to stay calm, for Dustin. “My–my address is–it’s seven t-two seven south, f-Farris street.”

“I’ve dispatched some soldiers, they’ll be there as soon as they can.” 

“Please hurry! I can hear him screaming.”

Holly hung up the phone, ignoring the dispatch lady’s pleas not to hang up, and climbed off the chair, running toward the screams. They were coming from downstairs now. She hurried down the stairs, almost falling a couple of times. Her ankles were burning but she had to keep moving even as her shoes fell off as she ran. She made it to their mini-gym where the sounds seemed to originate from.

Dustin and her father were inside. They were on opposite sides of the room. Her dad still had the bloodied knife in his hand. The lady’s blood was dripping from it onto the floor. Holly skidded to a halt. Dustin was on the far side of the gym panting, tears and snot running down his chubby cheeks. She froze there, breathing heavily. Without hesitating, she shouted at her father. “Come and get me, you maniac!”

She turned and sprinted from the room. Please work, please work. Heavy footsteps sounded behind her. It worked! She was nearing the stairs when she tripped over her discarded shoes. No! No no no no no! Pulling herself to her feet as fast as she could, she bolted up the stairs, swinging around the banister and headed straight for the front door.

If she could just get out into the open, she’d have a better chance outside. The doorknob was slippery under her blood slick hand as she opened the door and almost ran face-first into a man standing there, one hand raised to knock on the door, a gun pointed at the floor in the other. Her father landed on the floor behind her. She spun around to face him. What a sight he was. His brown hair was a mess. His eyes had the look of a crazed madman. But perhaps the most disturbing sight of all was the kitchen knife in his hand, still dripping blood on the floor.

[fraddit]

Ready for it to be tomorrow, so I can do more editing on my fic.

[coffeeworldsasaki]

IT'S OFFICIALLY MONDAY OF VEILGUARD RELEASE WEEK HERE!!!!! 88 HOURS LEFT

[krafterwrites]

4 DAYS

[longeyelashedtragedy]

I have three (3) fics I want to finish by sometime in June, which is a lot for the worlds slowest writer and most easily suddenly depressed person 😳