#PRACTICALLY

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👒 maraudersdenier Follow

sometimes to feel alive I rewatch danganronpa season 1 and 2

#idk it was peak series to me #they had the hope's peak arc going #season 3 was completely different

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🪴 soniasansflowers Follow

I can't believe the surviving casts of DR are just walking around now??? you survived a genuine killing game and now you're just waking up on tuesday and driving to starbucks to get a drink????? what???????? 

#danganronpa #scribby.txt

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🧚‍♀️ loserrrville Follow

sorry but I still think it's funny that dr2 was the only season where they revived the cast 💀

#and the only cast that deserved it was s15 but you guys aren't ready for that convo #sdr2 #dr15

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🧸 danganwrongpers Following

🎮 monokumasmilk Following

Do you guys ever think about how everyone in Danganronpa isn't even real...? We'll never know their actual backstory, especially not from their perspective. Their memories are always wiped and replaced with hijinks fabrications. And we've already talked about how everything is real to them because it's in their head, but it's not. Their memories are built on lies. nobody in this show is real. 

🧨 fdr38frontlines Follow

average danganronpa fan discovers acting

#the reblog is funny and everything but op is onto something #I've gotten so uncomfortable whenever I think about it for too long #yeah they're all consenting adults #and they signed up for it knowing what would happen #but...

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☁️ komaedasoup Following

remember when people got so weird about nagito and hajime hanging out (and being actual friends in interviews) that they stopped talking to each other just to avoid you freaks shipping them 😭

👤 despairinglyhopeful-deactivated

they probably stopped talking publicly not privately 👀

☁️ komaedasoup Following

THIS 💥 POST 💥 IS 💥 ABOUT💥 YOU 💥

#be NORMAL??!?!

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🍇 junkorenoshimer Follow

everyone's suddenly so obsessed with danganronpa not being "ethical" but how did you guys not realize this show is kinda fucked when that one interview with makoto came out and he literally says he got nightmares of the game and intense survivor's guilt. like the signs have always been there

🎮 monokumasmilk Following

Yet you never made a post about it until now did you?

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🔑 wannabekirigiri Following

KYOKO'S RED CARPET LOOK??!?!?! 😍😍😍😍😍 SOBBING AND CRYING ADN SKINNING MYSELF RUGHT NOW

#i am normal so normal so

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🎀 sdr2-supremacy Following

the things I would let hajime hinata do to me

🍡 hinatahajimeofficial Following

Okay let me run you over

🎀 sdr2-supremacy Following

HAJIME??????

#help I forgot he was real #DOES HE SCROLL THROUGH HIS OWN TAG??? 

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🔑 wannabekirigiri Following

all my mutuals will be very happy to know I GOT CAST FOR SEASON 53!!!!

#for legal reasons this is a joke haha 

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based entirely on @okthatsgreat 's original post

[zephyrus-gremlin]

If you think about it technically the Four Sword is a gay sword

[therealslimshakespeare]

That’s the thing! How does Gale react to it? We know he has objections (ignoring which is a bad thing to do -thats obvious) but I always was under impression that he was fond of her and would welcome a lot more of her advances if it wasn’t for their situation (first army protocols and later on stalag). Her ignoring or dismissing his boundaries is not a good thing to do, but it’s clearly not as easy as it may seem. They end up in love, there must be something there to build upon (even if it’s not easy due to their respective traumas). If they are able to build rather happy life post war that speaks volumes on how well they must end up understanding one another (because we must remember that this is a generation which was denied proper therapeutic care and were expected to just move on from killing people on daily or being tortured to being stand up civilians, mothers and fathers. On top of pre existing traumas connected to often lacking parenting care). So my question is how does Maureen end up opening up to Gale about her past, both her traumas and her own wrongdoings and how does he take it? And how much she reveals (purposefully or not) to the rest of the crew?

Excellent points all and the questions posed here are totally on my list of things to be woven into fics because they’re essential for their story making any sense, ya know? So, love this.

First off. One hint we have in Gale’s POV (in First Night) is that from the first time he saw her in the nose of Our Baby, he adored her nose. Tiny detail, doesn’t mean he was in love, doesn’t mean he was asking for a hand in his lap. But as we will learn, Gingerale had a rather startling attraction to her right away.

Why was it startling? Because Gale Cleven hadn’t felt attracted to a woman since…well, couldn’t remember when.

Not strongly, at least. It had been sometime early in highschool when a dreaded presentment settled over him that he was odd, and that worsened into knowing he was outright queer by college.

No like really. He liked men. In that way.

And that wasn’t something he was going to pursue, not if he was gonna rise up in the world, make a better run of it than his daddy. But it was something to acknowledge and he had to finally. Then he moved on.

And then he met Bucky, and he almost wanted to think Bucky felt the same hot gut devotion he did, but Bucky was like that with everyone.

Including a new girl named Candy. Or Maureen, to be proper. She was a new girl among many new girls who came flooding in with the war on. And Gale got along with all of them just fine. Used to them all, used to the batting eyelashes or the pink cheeks, the slipped phone numbers and the not so subtle attempts to bump into him in a corridor. He was used to that.

Plenty of them were really capable. Shockingly so. Among them, Kendeigh.

What he wasn’t used to was being watched by a woman across the bar, being hunted down by her, laughed over his stringent lack of alcohol, have her buy him a Gingerale, call him by the same name in a voice that suggested nothing good, like she knew he wasn’t as good as he pretended anyway. He felt a hot gut longing for that.

If only they’d met before all this. Before he was her Major and she was feuding with the new Lady Colonel over being demoted to bombardier. She was ferocious in her own way, very good at getting a party going, could make anyone forget how many folks they’d lost in a practice crash last week. She was good to have around. He asked if she might get put as his bombardier when they shipped out.

There weren’t any objections. He almost wished there were, to knock some sense into him for wanting to keep her so near. It diluted all his half hearted protests to the contrary. But soon she wasn’t just a a friend, someone to help wrangle and occupy Bucky, she was also his deputy. As missions got worse and the stakes got higher, he needed someone like that. When Curt went down, she felt like the closest thing left. It was her and Benny, and it felt wrong to have both eggs in one basket, as it were, but he wanted them with him all the same.

That’s a brief, but rather long all the same, fly over of my vision for some this.

One other addition: Maureen has a gay brother. One of those Ivy League homosexuals who wasn’t at all out but lord knows he wasn’t in either. And she knew it. Liberal in many ways, she accepted it, easily, and didn’t think much of sniffing another out when she found one. Much to Gale’s horror and then relief. It’s a dangerous to admit to a woman he’s not sure he fully likes, even if he rather adores her. But what she does with that trust -it’s like watching a flower bloom.

She’s oddly touched by it. Almost rises to the occasion under it. And for Gale, it’s good to be known.

Having that aspect known, by the time he gets to the stalag, goes through what he’s been through, proceeds to go through more once there —Maureen already knowing some of the most intimate details about him, he can’t manage to fully push her away when he begins to spiral. Meanwhile she is on a learning curve about how on earth to help. Since all the selfish ways she used to extract his attention would only be harmful and -selfish. And she rises to that occasion. She does it for Brady, too. And might be the only one tangibly keeping those two men’s morale’s afloat.

You can imagine after all that, how utterly ingrained and intertwined they are by time of liberation.

Before then. Before Gale leaves her behind in the escape. She tells him she loves him. And I think she tells him more. Now she’s learned there is a more to her story.

[asherasgayagenda]

tell me about kotoko im curious

YES YOU ARE. DID YOU KNOW SHE SHARES A VA WITH KYOKO D4DJ. AIMI THE WORLD >>>>>>>>>

OK So she’s the 010th prisoner in milgram and her whole story is that she’s a perpetrator of justice, she dropped out of college to pursue evildoers and takes it upon herself to eradicate them. I think you get a pretty good idea of the kinda person is if you check out HARROW (which besides being a really cool mv is also SUCH A GOOD SONG. imo. I can’t get over how good her va is) she’s also really fucking hot I Mean What

I don’t really wanna spoil anything because chronologically you get to her story “last” (she’s the last prisoner interviewed) but anyways she undergoes. some character development !!! while in milgram. haha I wonder in which direction. she’s pretty close with es the guard who is also a very cool character but that’s a story for another day. and her prisoner partner is mikoto (009)!!

yeah I am very Normal about her and her chase to justice and the way she lets it tear down her own character and the way she counts it as the number one virtue in the world,, disregarding herself as a person and only seeing herself as a tool and it’s just so compelling to me (screaming and tearing and crying)

kotoko yuzuriha (I love her)

[songmingisthighs]

how have i just known that soobin and riize's seunghan are like besties and that now soobin's feet is FLOATING THROUGH THE INTERNET ??? and these two did a private instagram live with only 3 audienceS ??? whichever one of those 3 audiences are about to get cut and blocked by the idols in the industry for this shit 💀💀 snitch ass bitch 💀💀💀

[redinthefaceandcheeks]

The Spiral Parking Lot

You blurrily pressed one of the topmost buttons in the elevator as you waited for the doors to slide shut followed by the subtle vibrations of the machine’s mechanisms as it pulled the cab up.

You let out a yawn as you took this still moment to think back on the night. Your friend, Tim, finally got the big promotion that he was gunning for years. It was a proper step up in his career that came with the need to move to the city with a nice pay bump to boost. To properly ring it, in the way that bachelors do best, you and your buds spent the night drinking in that city. The celebration started early Friday evening and carried on late into the night as you all went from one bar to the next ringing in his accomplishments with each round of drinks. There were plenty of drinks to be had and while you did indulge you were now sober enough to drink yourself home, but not without feeling that post-buzzed fatigue.

During the ride in the elevator, you absentmindedly retrieved your phone from your pocket. You turned it over in your hand and tapped the on button. You were welcomed to the light of your phone’s wallpaper with the phrase ‘no signal’ crawling across the notification bar. Irritated, you let out a groan as you rolled your eyes and put it away. 

Because you lived outside of the city limits you had to drive to one of the parking garages on the outskirts of the city and take the subway in to meet everyone. Out of all of the options you went with the tried and true garage that you always used for city day trips for, pretty much your entire life. The parking structure was the product at the height of the brutalism era. It is a large blocky gray building made of only the finest concrete. As a result, the building stopped all phone and radio signals. Because Tim’s celebration happened on Friday night, you ended up competing with everyone else who wanted to spend a night cutting loose in the city, you were shunted to the top half of the massive building to find a parking spot.

You let out another unapologetic yawn that reminded you of how tired you were with your normal full day of work and this late-night partying.

The elevator beeped as the doors slid apart to reveal the fluorescent lit gray parking lot. You were welcomed to the still silence of a nearly empty parking lot in the dead of night. It was just you by yourself and the few other cars that littered the rows of painted lines. 

You stepped out of the lift and quickly reoriented yourself in the cement building. A quick scan of the area resulted in you finding your car off to the side, exactly where you parked it. You let out a sigh of relief as you realized that there was only one last leg of the journey that you needed to do before you could collapse upon your long awaited bed.

You pressed the unlock button on your key and your car’s headlights came on, sounding off that welcoming ��one-two’ of beeps. Your hand reached for the door handle and pulled it open, where you then engaged a controlled crash into the driver’s seat. Your hands, legs, and torso performed their typical routine of buckling yourself in and getting situated in the car. 

Your wrist twisted the key in the ignition as the car came to life. Along with the car’s roar of the engine and the chorus of beeps that arose from the dashboard computer, the sound of soft static flowed out of the speakers.

Momentarily confused about the last sound, you directed your eyes to the stereo, where the display informed you of the FM radio frequency that it was tuned to. It was trying to pick up the station that you must have been listening to when you drove down. You were about to reach over and turn it off but you stopped yourself just before that.

‘The music would help me on my drive home… and if I turn it off now, I’ll just have to reach over and turn it on when I leave the garage. Better to just leave it on and head out.’

With that, you then redirected your hand toward the headlight switch, then the gear stick. You eased on the gas and made your way out of your parking spot. You left out a yawn as you turned the steering wheel, to navigate… you just wanted to get home and with that, you began to slowly navigate through the rows and down the cement ramp towards the illuminated Exit sign.

Your tiredness compelled your body to go on autopilot as you took the wide turns around the parking lot garage floor while following the ‘EXIT’ signs, looping around to the circumference of the rectangular floor to get to the next descending ramp.

You just kept performing those same wide clockwise turns, then straightening out to drive the length of the floor before turning again, straightening out once more before turning onto the descending ramp, and repeating the process over again, and again and again and again…. And again. 

Each level of the garage showcases a series of different parked cars as your car’s headlights pass over them.

‘How many floors was I up?’ was the question that almost took root in your mind just before an aggressive yawn chased it away.

Your attention went back to your driving as you turned, straightened out, turned again, straightened out, and descended the ramp once more as you remained deadset in your tiredness to get home.

With each floor you were greeted by the same mundane selection of parked cars, all different makes and models in the various painted lines. As you drove past them, some part of your mind faintly caught on that there was something odd about them.

It went; car, car, car, empty space, car, empty space, empty space, car… and so on.

There was something particular about it but that part of your mind could not identify what that was so you decided not to give it any more thought. You shook yourself to alertness as you displaced any other thought outside of getting back home as you continued the same driving motions again and again as you descended down more and more, all while the soft radio static buzzed in your ears.

One thing that did change between the levels was that the lot was now becoming more occupied.

‘Good, this means I'm getting to the ground floor’ you reassured yourself, forcing yourself to keep going. 

A while after that, your car beeped, indicating that it was low on fuel. 

‘Ugh, another thing to do about once I get out of here.’

As the headlights passed over the other cars, your brain picked up on some strange details. The rows had car models that looked unfamiliar, there were some license plate designs that you could not place. 

Every once in a while, even some cars that looked more common had details that seemed out of place, like fins attached to an SUV, and once you could have sworn that a reversed parked vehicle had its brake lights on the front.

As you passed them all, that part of your brain stirred again, attempting to ponder something intangible about the lot’s occupants.

Now it was car, car, car, car, empty space, car, car, car, car, car, car, car, empty space, car, car, car…

Eventually, you had to concede that your exhaustion was winning the battle and you were quickly approaching the point where it was unsafe for you to continue driving. Even though you did not want to, you began searching for and then pulled into one of the empty spaces.

You placed your car into park, removed the key from the ignition, and began to push your seat back as far it could go to find the least uncomfortable position your body could be in to get some sleep. Soon enough you found a position that you could work with, you began to close your eyes, and took a deep breath as the sound of soft static drifted you off to sleep.

…

You woke up as refreshed as you could be after sleeping the night in your car. 

You rubbed the sleep from your eyes as you thanked for the small blessing that you did not have anything pressing for the rest of the weekend. 

With a grumble to yourself, you stretched your body awake and returned your seat into the driving position as you put the key back into the ignition, revved up the car, and backed it out of the spot as you resumed your drive, following the exit sign down and around to the next floor down. 

As you continued, your headlights now showed that the vehicles in the parking spots around you were now twisted and distorted chunks of painted metal and glass. Every other sign had lettering that was nothing more than incomprehensible squiggles. Still, despite it all the four-letter ‘EXIT’ sign remained as clear as ever, guiding you around the down. Around and down.

Eventually, your car sputtered to a slow dying stop as it reached the last of the gas.

You let out an irritated groan as you unbuckled and opened the door. You slammed the door shut with your frustration, you then redirected yourself towards the big ‘EXIT’ sign and began to groggily walk the rest of the way.

‘There has to be a bottom,’ you reassured yourself as you followed the path, as the sound of radio static permeated the air around you.

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[expatiating]

long distance

[grimgrinningghost456]

I made some black bats (pumpkin spice) some vanilla bones, and since I had batter left over I got one white and one pink bat. Popping them in the oven now 🦇🦇🦇

[harperaccount]

Evilin: Hah, you're not getting out of this one. Snow: this is a bit overkill, even for you. Evilin: be serious!! 🥺😭 Snow: says the queen of jokes Evilin: Hey!! dont make jokes about my last name!! Snow: DONT MAKE JOKES ABOUT MY FIRST NAME!! AND THE FACT THAT IM ROYALTY Evilin: Sure your majesty

[halfdeadwallfly]

does anybody really understand phase constant in waves

because i sure don't

[youareonlyastory]

It's @spanishinfluenza's birthday!!!

Happy Birthday to the damn most creative, hilarious, witty genius on this planet... and in gift... I give you cursed SC attempts.

May your Day of Birth Be Forever Celebrated and May you achieve more skill and more successes than Dr C ever did at your age.

You forever are and forever will be so dearly Loved.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY QUEENIE

[gorjee-art]

a comic about cuddles

[yourmajestybee]

EVERYONE NEEDS TO LOOK AT HOW TO TRAIN YOUR DRAGON UNTRAINABLE THE STAGE PLAY RN

[kaereth]

Dragon harpy chimera birdy FALIN!! I love her