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[herfleur]

this blaze shit has to stop

[shiraoyagi]

i’m not super caught up on vbs events so i would love to hear you elaborate on qpr anhane (if you want to)

so this is going off of memory since i. uh. don't feel like going back and rereading specific events right now but qpr anhane makes logical sense to me Because of these reasons listed below:

-> the difference between how minoharu and anhane are written.

minori actively fantasizes about doing stereotypically romantic things with haruka, such as living with her or haruka blowing a kiss to her, and this is something that hasn't gone away despite their relationship no longer being parasocial (insinuating her feelings are romantic).

this contrasts with anhane, whose evidence in terms of romance is much more circumstantial. sure yeah, anhane supposedly did go on a date, but saki also said that her and leo/need were going on a date and that was treated as a platonic thing. additionally, the way anhane is written in terms of whatever romantic evidence they may have is the same as shizuai and maaaybee akitouya (arguably akitouya has less). like kohane thinking an is pretty and stuff in wedding2 is akin to things airi thinks about shizuku in the same event, and that tends to be the extent of it. Consequently, since people use these talking points as a means to say that anhane is semi canon or implied in some form, it means you also need to consider how that same evidence is used for other ships in determining their canonicity as well. if that makes any sense (as in if anhane is implied canon, then shizuai and certain other ships must be as well)

and yes, an and kohane aren't exactly like minori, so my point isn't that like... they should be fangirling around each other constantly, but you'd think they'd have some kind of similar thoughts at one point... the closest is an not wanting kohane to leave her side, but that's a consequence of an having attachment and abandonment issues from nagi, not anything directly romantic

-> the word "aibou" in japanese is translated to english as "partner," but unlike english, it does not have an obvious romantic connotation. basically, it denotes a working relationship; like someone's partner in crime, for example, or trusted coworker— that could be an aibou.

this is also why, for example, in rise as one, max (a literal dog) and ishihara (i hope that is his name) are literally described as aibou that are working together to achieve their dreams. another example is how akito's chef character in nene's film mixed calls his ladle that he uses to fight his "aibou". this establishes that in project sekai itself, the concept of having an aibou is not inherently romantic

additionally, you can count anhane and akitouya calling eachother aibou as a form of queerplatonic coding in the sense of that it's used to show their closeness to eachother; but is ambiguous in terms of whether this is romantic or platonic. this is furthered by the fact that they aren't referred to as friends nor are they referred to as being in a romantic relationship, which gives me the impression that clpl intentionally wrote them to be ambiguous (which would automatically place them in a state of being queerplatonic coded even if the writers don't know about qprs lol)

I might have more to add later, but I can't think of much else rn so that's all for rn. thanks for reading

[brucenorris007]

@dragonballwish

Trunks sighed; he was watching from the balcony while his mom “checked” if the time machine was in working order, comparing it against the one that’d brought Cell to this timeline, seeing if she could fine tune anything...

Never mind the fact that he’d kept it in a capsule any time he wasn’t using it.

“She’s just putting off saying goodbye, dear.”

So said grandma—but every time Trunks tried to help Bulma do... whatever she claimed to be doing, she’d tell him he should rest instead since he’d been fighting and gotten hurt dealing with Cell. 

Again, never mind the fact that she knew Dende had seen to the hole in his chest and Trunks barely even had a scar to show for it.

Dad was still off somewhere on his own, reticent and quieter since the battle ended; Goku’s death had affected something, not that Dad would ever share exactly what that was.

Which left Trunks on the balcony, propped on his elbows against the banister. His leg bounced off his toes, the sun reflecting off all the glass in West City glared into his eyes, his hands were clammy and he just couldn’t—!

“Jarring, isn’t it?”

The question startled him and he whipped his head around; thankfully not violently, since he knew the androids were gone in this time and he’d sensed a modest ki signature. Most of the Briefs family friends were lingering around the building somewhere so they could see him off.

Roshi stood in the sliding glass doorway, regarding him from behind his sunglasses. 

They... hadn’t interacted much. Trunks knew he existed, obviously, but he’d never come up all that often when master Gohan or his mom talked about their friends before the androids. 

“What?” He asked, wiping his hands on his jeans again.

Roshi paced up beside him, puffing at a pipe. He didn’t say anything for such a stretch that Trunks almost wondered if he’d said anything to begin with. 

He lazily blew out a perfect ring of smoke, then:

“Peace.”

Trunks stared.

Blood raced between his ears.

“Quite the stark contrast, hm?” Roshi wondered aloud, as if only speaking to Trunks tangentially. “These quiet times when there’s no mission, no monster to face.”

Trunks gripped the banister, clenching his other hand into a fist.

“I still...”

“Oh,” Roshi said, empathetic and not dismissive. “I know, I know. It never stays quiet; but by the same token, warriors are never always necessary. War does, at times, come to an end.”

Trunks swallowed.

“That’s a good thing!” He said, emphatic. Maybe a little too quickly, by the way Roshi looked at him. “It’s good... right?”

Roshi nodded. 

“Of course. Just—take one word of advice from an old man.”

Trunks blinked.

“When your mission ends; when those days come that leave you feeling restless and ill-at-ease, be patient with yourself. Find those things that bring you joy. The itch at the back of your mind will abate eventually.”

Trunks’ throat went dry.

Roshi frowned at his pipe and tapped it against the banister, unloading its contents into one of the bushes below. He leaned in closer and whispered conspiratorially.

“Don’t tell your mother.”

Then he walked away.

Trunks’ mouth moved uselessly without mustering a sound as the old hermit disappeared. Accounts of Roshi’s character had always been few and mixed in the future. Gohan had once tentatively, kind of uncertainly, named him a second grandfather in that he’d been his Dad’s master. 

Trunks’ Mom in the future had been decidedly less complimentary. 

Then again, given what Trunks now knew about Yamcha after meeting the man and interacting with him, maaaybe his Mom wasn’t always the most reliable source.

Trunks looked back down into the yard, where Bulma was extracting baby Trunks from the dilapidated time machine Cell arrived in.

His mouth ticked upward, and he let out a sigh.

The sun wasn’t glaring in his eyes anymore.

[talisidekick]

A while back my pharmacist saw my deadname on my profile and accidentially called it out, he corrected and deleted my deadname from the system so only my preferred name shows up now. There was a crowd of people behind me, so as he hands over the pills he apologized, in equal tone and volume as when he called my deadname and lied saying it's been a long day and he didn't mean to call out -his own- name. I quietly told him it was fine and he didn't need to do that for my sake.

His response: "No, it's my name now."

I went to the pharmacist yesterday, his nametag is my deadname. He informed me he's immigrating and in the process he's changed his first name to my deadname to have an English sounding name. That's why he's now able to get a reprint of his nametag to be my deadname. And repeated, with the intense seriousness of someone who is going to die on this hill: "It's mine now. Not yours. I'm taking." His tone indicated that decision is final.

Bro literally deadnamed me once, and has committed to flat out stealing my deadname. It's his now. Legally. Officially. I over heard his co-workers call him by the name.

[grntaire]

HELLLLLL YEAH!!!!!!!

[calocera]

my pet mold spore

[willgrahamscock]

not now kitten, daddy's about to have a mental breakdown from seeing the prices at the grocery store

[macdenlover]

it came to my realization that 99% of my fandom related headaches would be cured if everyone understood this

[puppyeared]

filipina miku!! my mom helped me with her outfit ^_^

[koobiie]

shoutout to everyone who wants to infodump but cant string together coherent thoughts to form sentences and instead just look at you like this

[truetgirl]

Car Trunk vs Car Boot: A clear win for US English, trunk was already a thing in which you stored items, frequently for transport.

Crisps vs Chips: I gotta admit, the Brits have this one. They're thin slices of potato that have been made crispy. No chipping of any materials involved.

Car Park vs Parking Lot: Equally matched. What's a car park? A place to park cars. What's a parking lot? An otherwise empty lot where you can park.

Elevator vs Lift: Both equally fail to address that the damn thing also goes down.

[roach-works]

speculative fiction writers i am going to give you a really urgent piece of advice: don't say numbers. don't give your readers any numbers. how heavy is the sword? lots. how old is that city? plenty. how big is the fort? massive. how fast is the spaceship? not very, it's secondhand.

the minute you say a number your readers can check your math and you cannot do math better than your most autistic critic. i guarantee. don't let your readers do any math. when did something happen? awhile ago. how many bullets can that gun fire? trick question, it shoots lasers, and it shoots em HARD.

you are lying to people for fun. if you let them do math at you the lie collapses and it's no fun anymore.

[faeriekit]

"This fic was ai generated—" Cool, so lemme block you real quick

[dionysus-complex]

funniest Kamala Harris VP picks go

[roboticnebula]

Pros of re-reading your own fic

a good time;

Has exactly the tropes you like and the characterization you want to read;

Gratification: yes you did finish a thing and yes you did do good;

just a very fun time all around.

Cons of re-reading your own fic:

Is that another TYpO