#Le siiiiiigh

[pearl-crystals]

Summer is almost over and its still super hot out. Might as well take advantage of the air conditioning before work comes in!

Im pretty happy with my cosplay, and I'll have more pictures later on! ☺️ Enjoy this one picture since tumblr is having a bit of trouble loading my photos today.

[ohmigoshiloveu]

If youre still taking art requests- emizel showing shilo and grefgor various cartoons. PLEASE. Another idea is shilo and emizel style swap cuz i think it would be pretty funny

Okay, so, um. This ask made me realize that I don’t watch a lot of cartoons??? Like I tried to think of something that Shilo and Grefgore would have a reaction to and drew a complete blank??? And then I realized that the cartoons I did get into are not the kinds of cartoons Emizel would admit to watching???? I’m so sorry I never thought not watching Family Guy or the Simpsons would mess me up like this.

Anyways I drew them watching one of the many many many slasher horror films I have also not watched instead

And two different types of styleswap

[rohirric-hunter]

I miss that LotR hero collector game, that was a fun game

[princessmo]

what if i made a testimonials page again. a testiMOnials page, if you will

[xhanisai]

“Miaw I Have Your Chattention, Please~?”

The title is all your faults you filthy little shits I hate you both >:( @ultrakart @sereiaamy

AO3 / FFN

Pairing - Marichat

Prompt - ‘Chat Noir the attention Whore’

Summary - 

There was his Lady, sewing away on the rattling machine and annotating her (absolutely GORGEOUS) designs and piecing together fabric scraps at the same time on her messy, cluttered desk, all whilst neglecting his cute, adorable self. HIM. Her CHATON. Absolutely, incredibly, stupendously ridiculous!!!

.

He entertained the idea of casually dropping his transformation right here and there just to see her reaction but honestly, she'd probably (definitely) boot him out of the window by reflex whilst screaming like the queen of banshees and he would end up as an unattractive splat against the dirty, Parisian floor.

Siiiiiigh.

Screw Le Papillon for getting in between a double reveal between him and his Lady.

Screw his sudden shyness as Adrien to ask Marinette out on a date.

And screw that damn sewing machine that came in between him and his Lady's affections!!!

.

So he did what was absolutely, definitely and most wonderfully the most mature thing one could ever do.

~(x)~ . . . Chat Noir was bored. . There was his Lady, sewing away on the rattling machine and annotating her (absolutely GORGEOUS) designs and piecing together fabric scraps at the same time on her messy, cluttered desk, all whilst neglecting his cute, adorable self. HIM. Her CHATON. Absolutely, incredibly, stupendously ridiculous!!! . He entertained the idea of casually dropping his transformation right here and there just to see her reaction but honestly, she'd probably (definitely) boot him out of the window by reflex whilst screaming like the queen of banshees and he would end up as an unattractive splat against the dirty, Parisian floor. Siiiiiigh. Screw Le Papillon for getting in between a double reveal between him and his Lady. Screw his sudden shyness as Adrien to ask Marinette out on a date. And screw that damn sewing machine that came in between him and his Lady's affections!!! . So he did what was absolutely, definitely and most wonderfully the most mature thing one could ever do. THUNK. Immediately, Marinette stopped what she was doing and twirled around from her seat, only to see a roll of thick fabric on her bedroom floor instead of against the wall like it was previously two seconds ago and her attention-seeker of a partner whistling away 'innocently' whilst twirling his belt tail with one hand. She directed a heated glare at the feline hero but she only received pleading kitten eyes in return without an ounce of apologeticness. "Pay attention to me~!" He whined pathetically, the pupils in his eyes blown wide open and his form now literally millimetres away from hers (personal space thrown out of the window). Thankfully for the talented designer, she was now quite immune to his shenanigans and childish schemes thanks to the constant times she's dealt with them as Ladybug in and out of battles. Rolling her eyes (a little more fondly than she'd ever admit), she lightly pinched the boy's nose, earning an offended "MEW!?" from him and continued to narrow her eyes even further. "Cause any more trouble for me again and I'll drag your sorry butt onto the balcony, out in the rain and leave you there. You can yowl and cry all you want but I'll be wearing my noise-cancelling headphones. Wouldn't want that, would you?" . Dammit, all he wanted was some love and affection! And no way in hell was he planning on giving up!!! ~(x)~ Chat Noir couldn't believe his umpteenth plan failed. . And by failed he means FAILED. With a capital F and marked in bright red on his forehead. Whilst he brooded over his comical failure, Marinette continued to do her work as if he wasn't hopelessly glaring at her on her lap. Literally. He was sitting on her lap, towering over her frame, in her face which was supposed to be a foolproof plan to get her to notice him and finally give him the attention he craved. Instead, she simply just nudged him to the side with one hand and carried on working! All whilst he was perched on her lap! No word, no acknowledgement, nothing! "Marine-eeeeeette..." He whined for the millionth time, gently resting his head on hers like his namesake. "You can't ignore me forever...love me~!" Finally, his busy partner paused what she was doing and faced the needy hero with a cocked (and very, VERY attractive) eyebrow, an amused smile resting on her pretty pink lips. "I literally cuddled with you on my chaise less than three minutes ago. And in that span of time, you knocked over three rolls of fabric, got your teeth stuck on a cardboard box and tangled up in a yarn of wool. How are you so needy?" The only response she got from her silly Chaton was him bumping his head against hers again, peering at her with his emerald greens and wrapping his arms around her. "You are so troublesome." "I just love you so much~♡" He retorted innocently, spying the redness that bloomed on her cheeks. "What will it take for at least an hour without you trying to get my attention?" Marinette huffed in defeat and then her expression quickly turned into pure regret when she spotted a cheeky little glimmer in his eyes. . "Kisses. Lots and lots of kisses on the lips~" His long tail was now waggling behind him in a manner that was identical to a little, mischievous kitten ready to pounce on its prey and all that Marinette could do was internally facepalm for digging such a deep hole for herself. Damn Chat Noir and his stupid cat tendencies and the fact that he made home with at least fifty percent of her heart! (Or was it fifty-four...? Sixty-two? She didn't want to dwell on that fact any longer). . Before Chat Noir could even blink, he found himself effortlessly pushed down onto the floor in an instant, a surprised mew escaping his lips until his brain finally caught up with what was going on. Meanwhile, his Princesse stared down at him with those electric baby blues, straddling his hips and her soft hands placed on his chest just over his pounding heart. It began to beat so much faster than ever as she trailed one of her dainty fingers on his cheek and leaned her face down. Closer. And closer. And closer. He fluttered his eyes shut and excitedly pursed his lips, so eager and yet so nervous to finally (finally) get a kiss he'd both remember and enjoy from the love of his life- "MIIIAAAU!?!?" Chat Noir jumped out from under her with an outstanding yelp and bounced against the bedroom walls just like his namesake before landing on the bed up the loft and covering his now sore lips. He glared at the cackling girl below, his eyes slightly watering with both pain and immense embarrassment and then he grumbled. "You! You bit me! Pourquoi!?" Much to his dismay, she continued to laugh like a drunk hyena, tears of joy now running down her reddening face as she gasped for breath. Why oh why does he always get the short end of the deal!? "Chat Noir? Chaton? Oh, mon Chaton~ are you too scared to come back down?" Marinette giggled at the kitten glower her partner blasted at her from her bed as she made her way towards him. By the time she sat down next to the boy, she noted that his glare was now much softer and his pout even more pitiful. His faux ears were lowered against his golden locks and his feline emeralds stared hopelessly at her dewy lips. Oh, man. Now she was starting to feel a little guilty. "Marinette...my lips hurt now." He went back to narrowing his eyes at her, tail snapping against the bed when her mouth turned into a small grin. "Do something about it." He was nothing but persistent, determined to get that kiss he's been dying to have ever since they first met. Luckily for him, she's just about madly in love with her Chat Noir too. Marinette crept closer to him, cheeks now pink in hue from the proximity this time around as she readied herself. Unlike all those other times she's kissed him, there's no Akuma around, no spells to break and no one to witness the scene (plus, Tikki was sound asleep). Using what was left of her courage and bravado, she beckoned her Minou to make the first move. "Come," She murmured softly, eyes fluttered closed with long lashes shadowing soft cheekbones and pretty sakura lips parted ever so slightly. On one hand, Chat Noir wanted to immediately pounce on his Lady and kiss her senseless with all of his pent-up feelings and indescribable emotions with all the passion in the world. On the other hand, he wanted to savour this moment as if this was the last drop of water in the middle of the most deadliest and brutal desert. He tenderly pulled her closer to him by the waist, sitting her on his lap so that he didn't have to bend down too far to reach her face. Chat Noir anxiously tucked a strand of hair behind her reddening ear and trailed his gloved, trembling fingers down her cheeks until his thumb rested on her lips. Marinette couldn't help but shiver and open her eyes, both jittery and impatient with how much time he was taking. Though, the nervousness dissipated within her just by looking at the sheer rawness of his feelings in his eyes. Once more, Chat Noir closed his eyes and ventured closer, making her follow suit. . Neither were able to tell whether it was their hot, shuddering breath or whether it was actually the first, sweet contact of each others' lips that sent a delicious fire coursing through their veins. Chat Noir feathered his lips against hers, each press becoming firmer and firmer than the last. Overwhelmed by the extraordinary (and wonderful) feelings alone, Marinette was about to pull away from his mouth only for one of his hands to desperately clasp the back of her neck and for him to really start kissing her. It was fire. It was clumsy. It was wet. But it felt so good. Chat Noir lost count of how many times he captured her delectable lips, making sure to kiss off every last bit of her gloss, smearing it all over his mouth and capturing all of her divine sounds of pleasure. His clawed fingers were tangled up in her midnight hair as they both lay on the bed, facing each other. They couldn't help but experiment. See how much he could taste her with his tongue. See how far she could tug on his bottom lip with her teeth. It was both a surreal yet heavenly experience and neither couldn't think of anything else they wanted to do more than have their mouths meet again and again and again. "Will all of this finally keep you at bay as I work?" Marinette panted against his warm cheek, her arms hanging around his neck loosely. She was met with a few more slow kisses, his legs tangled with hers and his mouth now resting on her sensitive jaw. "Why work when you can just stay here with me like this?" He husked quietly, his vulnerabilities on full display and his heart now in her palms again. . He got his answer with another sweet, sweet kiss. . . . ~(x)~

[bigskydreaming]

Good grief I can’t wait until the day I can look forward to reading new Nightwing issues. Unfortunately it doesn’t seem there’s any hint of when that day will be yet le siiiiiigh.

[officialromaniantranslatiuni]

Episodul 8:

Toata lumea e toxica in serialul asta

Alice e exact a masina mea de spalat. Isi da reset la stoarcere/ziua casatoriei

Cliffhanger, dar am vazut destule telenovele romanesti ca sa stiu ca urmatorul episod o sa aiba si el reset ca memoria lui Alice

Episodul 9:

De fiecare data cand balerina dansatoare zice ceva de facultatea de litere, ma pis pe mine de ras uwu vreau sa scriu un roman asa ca ma duc la litereeee uwu biiiitch

Toti barbatii din serialul asta is gunoaie

Episodul 10:

Critica referitoare la barbati mediocri folosind conturi false pe Tinder

Alta rapire ca de ce nu

Episodul 11:

Practic nimic nu s-a intamplat

Balerina dansatoare si naratiunea ei ma omoara

Episodul 12:

Eu ii dadeam dreak pe toti

My friend: asta nu e din Constanta ca nu face circ si panarama

*siiiiiigh*

Episodul 13-36:

Am zis ca nu are rost sa mai fac postari individuale dat fiind ca totul e cam la fel asa ca aici o sa fie unul mai mare si o sa revin si cu concluzia de la final

Alice Villainessa are momente in care e adorabila si ar fi si mai adorabila intr-o camasa de forta. Se vede ca nu am iz de main character ca m-ar fi durut in pla de ea si problemele ei. O ingropam de vie ca sa scap de ea. Also daca faceam un drinking game cu replicile ei, intram in coma alcoolica de la atata PeTrU, uwu sotul meu nu se fte cu mine uwu si fantasticul... MAMAMAAAAAA, EU NU INTELEG NIMIIIIIC DECENUMAIUBESTEPETRU

Otilia fashion queen e tipica mamica overprotective si ipocrita ca dracu care stie ca are un demon la usa, dar asta e 🤷🏼‍♀️ e in fisa postului sa isi apare progenitura (I love ALL my children. Alice, fata mea puternica... Pethru... Emmah... Pavlov si... Ardei)

Marcel e singurul cu character development de la misogin abuziv si un rahat de om la unchiul fun care isi exprima sentimentele prin mancare

Maria e simpatica, dar am in cap rolul actritei din Numai Iubirea cand un sfert din serial era varianta granny de la milf si imbracata in camasute sexy de noapte si avea o relatie cu Doru ala din nu stiu ce boy band romanesc si dupa canta aia cu BuRn LiKe ThAt RuSsIaN gIrL

Robby e foarte natural. Adica fie e o bomboana de copil, fie imi vine sa il arunc de la etaj. The best child actor din toate serialele Antena 1.

Andi si Mike mai bine faceau ei un cuplu gay, dar nuuuuuuuuu ca nuuuuu

Pe Kira Hagi o cheama Mira... Kira... Mira... foarte original

Avem 2 copii de fosti fotbalisti, cativa actori din grila veche, familia producatoarei, actori din serialele anterioare si niste fetisoare noi

Dănuța is a queeeen si merita mai mult decat in papagal, dar asta e 😒 avem femei frumi si bitchy si le irosim cu ratati

Revin la Doinita Oancea si rolurile repetate. Dupa N continuari la Inima de Tigan, joaca mereu acelasi rol de femeie frustrata, invidioasa, cu sot infidel si probleme de fertilitate. E ok ca avem putina vizibilitate, dar nu e o situatie tratata ok, ci doar un factor care sa faca personajul iritant si sa dea motiv sotului sa insele.

Petrica e Michele Morrone si personajul lui din faimoasa serie de filme de pe Netlix, dar de pe Temu. In continuare, ticul lui verbal e BăĂă. Incep sa cred ca e oaie.

Balerina Dansatoare e un personaj scris relativ okish. E mai putin proasta decat alte eroine romanesti, dar totodata batuta in freza rau de tot si fixata pe Mary Sueiala. Vrea la litere ca sa scrie un roman, de parca TL si LRC nu o sa o termine psihic. Umbla cu jurnalul ala de parca literistii nu rup AO3 si Google docs. Also, sa prinzi job bun pe pile si sa tu sa fii ocupata sa le sufli in cur tuturor? Mamica, sansele tale erau McDonald's sau meditatii ca nu te vad sa iei tu titularizarea sau sa ajungi macar urmatorul roman best seller mediocru cu replici gen uwu oare iubirea e o dovada de egoism uwu

Toti aia de la masinute sunt de umplutura si nu sunt atenta la ei

Pavel imi aduce aminte de un fost - pampalau, ratat si curvar ✌🏻

Dupa ce am simtit nevoia sa ma omor dupa fiecare secventa cu un cuplu tanar din telenovelele de la Televisa (da, inca ma uit, doar ca fac o mini pauza ca nu mai aveam timp), Ema si Sorin sunt cute rau, dar mi-a dat cu spoiler cineva ca trebuie sa apara Kristina Kiobashu in peisaj si strica tot obvi.

Tot incerc sa imi dau seama care e faza cu ura fata de Constanta. Mai lipseste sa i se spuna Liei ca pute a hamsie cu mujdei si sare doar fiindca e din Constanta. Probabil e o chestie de bucuresteni si obsesia cu bookureshty vs provincie. Ah, hopa. Fosta nora a producatoarei e de acolo. Se explica.

Sunt destul de sigura ca Marian Ralea e tatal trioului de bogatasi

Am observat ca toate telenovelele Antena 1-Acasa au obsesia asta cu bogatasii la masa. Bai, mama are ditamai masa si tata avea o obsesie cu masa servita in familie, dar noi mai si muncim. 3 mese pe zi impreuna? Maxim 2 mese pe saptamana. Oricum clatitele cu mustar din Numai Iubirea sunt iconice.

Puteam sa jur ca introul era cantat de Loredana 🙃 de cand Delia si Lori seamana atat de mult?

Lacul e recurring character in toate telenovelele

Misterul cu sarcina e luat din continuarea aia la Pariu cu Viata cand s-a pus Dorian Popa sa cante melodia aia cringe in care isi rupea parul din cap imaginandu-si cum ar fi fost sa aiba el un copil

Am vazut ca e Lia pe Netflix si am zis sa ma reapuc de serial, dat fiind ca am vazut doar 3 episoade la tv.

Episodul 1:

suntem in secolul 21 si lumea inca are gandire din aia cu uwu provincie vs capitala uwu ALOOO, CHIRITA, CHILL CA AVEM MAI MULTA APA CALDA DECAT VOI

Ruxandra Ion ma omoara cu dinamica repetata de servitori lingai - bogatasii pulii

apreciez fete noi, dupa ce am crescut cu Adela Popescu in toate rolurile principale, but they suuuuuck (copiii sunt mai naturali decar adultii)

[doctornerdington]

Refreshing myself on all the Taika Waititi content, as you do, and I had totally forgotten about that time he was papped on his balcony smooching it up with Rita Ora and Tessa Thompson all together, and afterwards when he was asked about it he said “I was doing nothing wrong.” Honestly he’s kind of embodying “do I want to fuck him or do I want to be him” for me right now. 

[cellard0ors]

WIP: Reeds In The Water

“And you’ll call?”

“Every night, Ma…” is Stan’s firm promise and Ford just looks heavenwards, hands dropping away from one another to rise up and fall again. A sheer, ‘heaven help me’ reaction that has Preston grinning even as he companionably inclines his head to one side, “We would certainly appreciate it, Stanley. Your brother in particular.”

“Yeah, yeah. I know. Still thinkin’ it’s a little futile though,” he looks devilish as he adds, “All things considered…”

And he shares another look with Ford. One of those looks that twins share that’s full of secrets and really, Preston’s about to reach the end of his own rope. Here he’s been vexed about Ford and these two are having their own secret tête-à-tête. What is going on here? What are they saying to one another without saying anything at all?

Whatever it is, it draws to a close as Stan finally opens the door and steps out. But just before he closes it behind himself, he tosses out an enigmatic,  “Now, don’t you two go wearing yourselves out while I’m gone, huh? Save a lil’ bit for ol’ Stanley when he comes home.”

The door closes and Preston just stares at it, completely at a loss. What on earth did that mean? Shaking his head to himself, he turns to face Ford, comforting remarks at the ready, “Don’t worry, Stanford. I’m sure he’ll b-mmnf!”

The rest of this planned sentence was ‘be fine’. However, it’s not completed, because Ford has bodily thrown himself at Preston, capturing his mouth with his. Preston, cut off mid-word, only manages a surprised hum, shock shooting throughout every nerve. More so, because Ford has him pressed hard against the back of the front door and oh…

Ford’s fingers, all twelve of them, thread through Preston’s thick dark hair, nails dragging deliciously along his scalp before trailing down, running along the bare skin at the nape of his neck, making him shudder, because Jesus. Preston’s never been under such a fervent sensual assault. Ford’s head angles to make the contact deeper, his tongue sliding temptingly along Preston’s, urging it to respond.

Preston’s arms, dead weights hanging on either side of his body up until this point, rise swiftly, embracing Ford fully, capturing him close as he finally gets with the program. He returns this unexpected kiss, returns this unexpected passion, with matching intensity.

He and Ford have shared a few kiss – some good, some great – some, sadly, miserable (like their first). But this kiss? This kiss is blowing all of those out of the water. It’s full of desire and heat and Preston’s earlier noise of alarm has melted into one of pure pleasure. Preston feels completely kowtowed, body bowing, bending down and up, as if to surge more into the sheer force of Stanford’s kiss, his touch.

Arousal is crackling throughout his system – a wild, chaotic jolt of energy leaving sparks from the top of his head to the soles of his feet. Before this, before Ford and Stanley, Preston repressed all his desires, all his wants. Now? The freedom they’ve given him, the permission from them to release it? It’s almost more than he can take. He feels mad with it, wild and giddy and, above all, ravenous.

As such, it’s Ford who draws back first, peeling his lips away with a loud inhale, his breathing nothing but heavy pants and Preston finds himself much the same, entirely without breath and what feels like very little sanity. Still, as Ford moves out of his grip, as he moves away so that they can both slowly come down from the high of their contact, Preston finds enough of it to remark dryly, “I’m...perplexed.”

Ford manages a shaky, winded laugh and Preston really wants to talk more but it’s…difficult. Again, proper lucidity is difficult after such an ardent moment. He wants to ask what all that was about. He wants to ask Ford if he’s okay. He wants to ask something about Stanley…and Stanley…what about him again?

Oh, yes – he’s just left and Preston was expecting Ford to be bereft. Not…whatever he just was once the door closed. And as he’s trying to think of how to best ask that, something better than just announcing that he’s confused, Ford beats him to it, “So…Stan and I have been talking.”

“Oh, no,” is Preston’s automatic reaction, because when Stan and Ford talk, a variety of things can happen. Usually insane, crazy things. Things that could get all of them into trouble. Ford seems to recognize the remark for what it is and, if anything, it just makes his smile wider, the glint in his eyes happily mischievous.

[fizzingwizard]

gintama FEELINGS under the cut (spoilers spoilers)

warning: everyone seems really hot on this chapter but tbh I’m very much not!!

before, I was on the fence about whether Takasugi would die for reals or not. All the signs pointed to YES... but it’s Gintama. Which has done some pretty dramatic, big impact deaths before, but never with a character as high profile and long-lasting as Takasugi. If I’m completely honest, I did want him to die. You get sick of everyone constantly escaping death by really contrived means, even in shonen manga. But I thought “nah, gorilla wouldn’t do that to Matako.” Technically there’s still one chapter left so... anything can still happen :P But I’m gonna say that Takasugi is well and truly dead.

And what a death! He got a 40 page death scene dude. As much as I felt it made sense, and fit Takasugi’s arc, I have to admit I am feeling a leeeeeeetle bit wtf about this entire chapter. I guess I don’t understand why Sorachi couldn’t have just had less fighting happen earlier and finished the story without needing to make the switch to an app for just 100 or so pages. I think it’s great that he felt strongly enough not to boy to pressure from the publisher and to do things his own way till the end - I just wonder how much of his predicament there was poor organization of the final arc on his part xP

Because even though it’s the Big Final Battle, and Sensei!!!! finally appeared!!! It was... really... REALLY... anti-climactic!! Utsuro was dead without anyone even noticing! He barely even CARED! What was all that bellyaching even for, lmao???!!! Gintoki got a token scene of stabbing... but really it was Takasugi who was the only one that did anything worthwhile. xP Now that’s par for the course with anti-hero character, it’s just that usually, the Main Character still has Stuff left to do to balance out the status quo. There’s one more chapter! But given how few pages are left... (Because splash pages and Endless Sentimental Monologuing take up a lot of panel space) I just can’t see all that much going down in the Official Final Chapter. Right now, I’d say Takatama would be a better name for this manga.

(Also, GinTaka is totally canon now amirite? Somehow my shipper’s heart when Ginzura these past couple years, but canon speaks for itself)

And speaking of sentimental monologuing. I’ve complained about this in the past, numerous times, you’d think I’d have gotten used to it by now. It’s just. I am a sentimental person. Absurdly so. And even I think Gintama overdoes it by a lot. I have only felt this way since right after the Rakuyou arc. That’s where the story gets shaky for me. There was plenty of it beforehand, but it fit better. Like during the Farewell Shinsengumi arc - there were a lot of sentimental thoughts, but they made sense, and they built up the action and the drama, rather than replace it. But since Rakuyou I’ve kind of felt like the modus operandi was “can’t think of enough to do to fill an entire chapter, so let’s stretch it out with never-ending professions of love and loyalty”

(Of course, this chapter was absolutely the place for sentimental monologuing. Seriously, if I hadn’t been so overwhelmed with it earlier, I would not be complaining now, because this is exactly what should happen when Takasugi dies in Gintoki’s arms, kay.)

So there’s one chapter left, and for me, there are still so many things I would have liked to have seen... At this point, although I enjoyed Takasugi’s end, I can’t help but feel slightly pissed that he got all this attention after never being around for years and years, while all the characters I actually care about are just kind of... chilling in battle pretending they’re still useful. xP I am especially surprised about Kagura and Shinpachi???? This is not the ending I expected for them at all. The last chapter’s gotta be the kind of “and then they went forth into their futures!” type bs, right?? I can’t imagine what else it could be, and yet that just feels so not right to me. Uggggh. I hate to complain but I really did want (and expect!) a different ending for everyone except Takasugi.

so now my prediction for the last chapter is... everyone eventually escapes the collapsing building. in the process, gintoki has more sentimental words with shouyou, before shouyou dies. they go back to edo and everything goes back to normal as if none of the last 50 chapters or whatever ever happened, except Takasugi is dead, which no one really notices because it’s not like he was ever around, except when Gintoki looks sadly off into the distance. No ships are confirmed, not even KonTae, and most everything is left open-ended. There are gags galore that we all appreciate thanks to nostalgia even though none of them are new, just watered down referential jokes from the past.

I have my fingers, toes, and ears fucking crossed that the Gorilla has one more surprise left, even if that surprise is Gintoki fucking dying on the way to safety xDDDD No, I don’t mean that. I don’t want Gintoki to die. This isn’t Cowboy Bebop!! I just mean that I am desperate to escape The Stereotypical Shonen Ending.

well... that hit tl;dr quick. xP in sum, I

liked this chapter very much

but would have liked it more if it weren’t the second-to-last

loved every bit with Takasugi and Gintoki

hated how all the Utsuro build up evaporated like drizzle in a desert

am greatly concerned that the final chapter will be Boring AF

[your-zenith-fades-into-eternity]

Why have I not seen this yet!?!?! UNHOLY HELL I NEED ASSISTANCE

*ugly cries*

[rcalmofmagic-a-blog]

y u sleeping on my oc @onearmcdsurvivor tho

[melancholy-hill-22]

Saw the absolute love of my life tonight and he told me he missed and loved me only to disappear and disappoint in typical fashion. Le siiiiiigh.

[johnson-alaric]

ALARIC JOHNSON | OUTFIT | NEW YEAR´S EVE PARTY

[nmzuka]

got a bunch of adulting stuff I need to do and would wanna get it done and outta the way but it involves leaving the house and I just...don’t...wanna...today.....

[theunintentionallyawesomeone]

Dreams are so wierd. Like they can start out from one point of view, from you watching from a distance, to you suddenly being the in the shoes of whom you were watching, then feeling sad that you had to wake up from your girlfriend weaving roses in your hair...