#fifteen ln

[videogamelover99]

Fellas. Fellas. The Fifteen Manga is such a good adaptation it's embarrassing. Not only do they perfectly convey one of the best scenes in the entire book, but they end up adding to it in a way that makes the dynamic between Chuuya, the Sheep, and Dazai even more clear. Shirase's manipulation, Chuuya's emotions, Dazai's delight and anger (on behalf of someone else?? For once???) are all drawn out so well. Hoshikawa I applaud you.

[smellypire]

rimbaud and verlaine for the bingo :)

i’m so normal abt them djdjsjsh

verlaine

rimbaud

[devotedlydeepeststrawberry]

How illegal is it to buy a Light Novel online(as an eBook) and then print it out and bind it yourself?

Because I totally didn't do that with the Fifteen LN and do not think of reading it today after work... And I don't think of doing the same to Stormbrimger because it was fun to bookbind...

I mean the first page says no scanning, uploading or distributing but not printing...

[villain-byteniwoha]

mmmm thinking about how soukoku canonically imprinted on some random game on some random arcade on some random street in yokohama during the very first time they had to work together.

they're 15 at the time; dazai still hasn't accepted mori's offers of joining the port mafia while chuuya still harbored an intense hatred towards the port mafia. fuck, at that point, dazai was still actively looking forward to mori's painless death medicine. chuuya was still the sheep's leader.

they had no idea where that single collaboration would lead them. they just knew that fighting via violence was not allowed and to resolve this one hiccup, this one argument, they settled on a bet.

they had no idea that they'll keep making that bet for the rest of their partnership......

[chuuya-fan-page]

chuuya was so real for this

[nyxi-pixie]

hello!! random question that hopefully isn't annoying!! when you say chuuya is contradictory as a character, wdym? I mean I know that but it's difficult for me to put into words so I'd like to hear what someone else has to say, esp as I've recently finished reading stormbringer!!

ty in advance hehe

ofc not love i am obsessed with talking about chuuya and will take all opportunities to do so🤩 also hope u enjoyed sb! its awful and wonderful and makes me insane!!

when i talk abt chuuya being contradictory i just mean that his traits are often in conflict with each other.

surface level hes arrogant, hes powerful and he knows it and plays that up (im always thinking abt his 'whats wrong? im just on my tippy toes😇' in fifteen manga), hes violent and he enjoys being violent, hes brash and loud and quick to snap.

but under that, youve got his self-blaming tendencies and a contentment with being used, and the isolation under his power that makes him resentful of it at times (when hes talking to hallucination sheep in sb: 'to hell with power, if i didnt have this skill id still be with you guys'), and he doesn't like needless death and has his own parameters for where the lines are rather than just being an amoral murderer looking for his next kill, hes quick and observant and patient and, sometimes, even quiet, small when the sheep are crowding him.

hes So Much of everything, even when those things are opposites, which is part of what makes him such a distinctly human character - and that in itself is more contradiction, that we spend so much time with his status as a human being ambiguous, when everything about him IS.

[evilkaeya]

WE GOT THE ARAHABAKI IS ME SCENE

[zukkaoru]

okay gang after i finish my reread of the invention of hugo cabret (hopefully today) what should i read next

[rimbaud-fan-page]

The best Fifteen Manga panels (In my opinion) Phase 1

What is bro doing there

I know he's saying shit that the guy inside can't hear. What is he doing.

Tippy fucking toes

what

DID HE EAT THE BULLETS????

Yeah fat fucking chance

[linklethehistorian]

BSD 109 spoilers

*casually sips my drink while I watch the sweet sweet irony of the SKK sub-fandom desperately clinging onto the hope of LN Fifteen’s “Dazai’s ability can work through objects” revelation to explain why Chuuya didn’t kill Dazai, while recalling how up until this point many of them were actively harassing me on a few other sites and taunting me and telling me to cope because one visual Easter egg apparently made the anime’s events canon to the manga instead of the LN’s*

Mmmm, I love the smell of hypocrisy in the morning.

Oh, my poor dears, don’t forget…the LN isn’t real now, that was never really established, according to you, and not canon to the manga, so tell me…how about you cope this time, hm? 💖☺️

[sableeira]

the only redeeming aspect of stormbringer potentially being part of season 5 is the fact that it would present the perfect opportunity for asagiri to introduce Adam to the main manga

[wow-an-unfunny-joke]

Bungo stray dogs. Right off the dome, I’ll give the presentation about Dazai- specifically his story, specifically the presentation will be going through his time line beat by beat

[heatwa-ves]

I don't know how I feel about the ending of part 5 I have a lot of thoughts

[genderkoolaid]

Mustarjil is an Arabic term meaning “becoming [a] man.” Although it can be used derogatorily to refer to women who are perceived as having a masculine appearance and/or mannerisms, in Iraq’s marshes, it existed as a gender identity. Within the context of the Ahwari community, Mustarjil was a common gender identity, where people assigned female at birth decide to live as a man after puberty, and this decision was generally accepted in the community. The Mustarjils were one of many similar third gender categories around the world, such as the Hijras in South Asia. [...] “One afternoon, some days after leaving Dibin, we arrived at a village on the mainland. The sheikh was away looking at his cultivations, but we were shown to his mudhif by a boy wearing a head-rope and cloak, with a dagger at his waist. He looked about fifteen and his beautiful face was made even more striking by two long braids of hair on either side. ln the past all the Madan (Ahwari) wore their hair like that, as the Bedu still did. After the boy had made us coffee and withdrawn, Amara asked, ‘Did you realize that was a mustarjil?’ I had vaguely heard of them, but had not met one before. ‘A mustarjil is born a woman’. ‘She cannot help that; but she has the heart of a man, so she lives like a man.’ ‘Do men accept her?’ ‘Certainly. We eat with her and she may sit in the mudhif. When she dies, we fire off our rifles to honour her. We never do that for a woman. In Majid’s village there is one who fought bravely in the war against Haji Sulaiman.’ ‘Do they always wear their hair plaited?’ ‘Usually they shave it off like men.’ ‘Do mustarjils ever marry?’ ‘No, they sleep with women as we do.’” Thesiger continues to narrate several other accounts of mustarjils within the same community, as well that of a “stout middle-aged woman” who wanted to remove her male organ in order to “turn into a proper woman.” Thesiger later mentions: “Afterwards I often noticed the same [person] washing dishes on the river bank with the women. Accepted by them, [she] seemed quite at home. These people were kinder to [her] than we would have been in our society.” Around that time, Britain was still living under the shadow of Victorian norms, and gender non-normative people were still stigmatized and shunned. Communities such as the Ahwaris, presented an alternative model that created space for communities like the mustarjils, despite the dominant gender binary. 

— Recovering Arab Trans History: Masoud El Amaratly, the Folk Music Icon from Iraq’s Marshes by Marwan Kaabour

[landosjpg]

lights on | ln

the one where your boyfriend doesn’t want you to leave the bed.

lando norris x fem!reader

word count: ~1.0k

warnings: fluff, smut (MINORS DNI), p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), a little bit of praise

note: based on this request. i’ve been thinking about this request ever since i first got it i loved it sm :( hope i made it justice

the loud sound of your alarm, followed by a low groan woke you up from your slumber. before you could even dare to move, lando’s arms tightened their grip around you, pulling you even closer.

“don’t go,” your boyfriend mumbled, his voice muffled as his face was hidden on the crook of your neck.

you were about to protest, to tell him that you couldn’t be late again when he promised it would be just “five more minutes” as he nuzzled his nose on your skin.

five minutes you could do.

the room went silent again, the only sound that could be heard was the soft rustling of the bedsheets as he pulled you closer.

draping one of your legs over his body, his palm slowly moved up your thigh, tracing the curve of your ass until it found home in the small of your back, under your —his — shirt.

his breath deepened when your hand cupped the back of his head, your fingers softly scratching his scalp in a slow, soothing motion.

“why’d you have to leave so early?” he uttered against your skin, punctuating his annoyance with your schedule with a kiss to your neck.

“i know,” you sighed, a small pout on your lips. he knew what the tone in your voice meant, his face coming up from where it was still hiding to kiss your pout away.

“you should drop out,” he suggested, tracing a path of kisses to your jaw and down your neck. “stay in bed with me all day.”

you chuckled, “don’t be ridiculous.”

“i just want to have you all to myself,” lando argued, his thumb tracing circles over the skin of your hip as his mouth made its way back to your lips.

you answered with a soft hum when he pressed his lips on yours again, the kiss soft and gentle. he pulled you closer, your body flush against his as he traced the seam of your lower lip with his tongue, silently seeking entrance into your mouth.

you sighed softly and moved your hand down to his arm, tenderly feeling his muscles as your lips parted and he licked into your mouth.

you knew you shouldn’t, or rather couldn’t, stay much longer in bed if you wanted to make it on time; but then he shifted, pulling your body on top of his with your legs straddling his thighs, and you knew you couldn’t deny him of another five minutes. or fifteen.

it only took his fingers a few seconds to start lifting your shirt up, only breaking the kiss to discard it on the floor before pressing your bare chest against his own. you could feel his cock already straining against his boxers, your hips involuntarily grinding on him.

“you’re so cute in the mornings,” he mumbled against your lips, his voice a little rough.

“is ‘cute’ the word you’re going for, really?” you chuckled, amused at the innocent compliment.

“yeah,” he whispered; his fingers found their way to between your legs and softly stroked your core, earning a soft moan from your lips. “see? such cute little sounds you’re making,” he added with a smirk.

he hooked his fingers on the string of your underwear, tugging it down gently and getting you bare for him with your own help. you freed him from his boxers as well, his hands setting you on his lap and gripping your hips as soon as the piece of clothing flew to the floor.

“not so worried about being late now, huh?” he cockily said.

“shut up,” you shyly mumbled, your cheeks growing hotter at his attitude.

he helped you grind against him, spreading your wetness on his cock as his hands squeezed your hips.

you heard him hiss as he aligned himself with your body and you started to slowly sink down on him, accommodating his size inch by inch.

“you’re so gorgeous,” he whispered, your hands on his chest to balance yourself as you started to roll your hips against his with slow, gentle motions.

the soft compliment had you clenching around him, a moan escaping from both of your lips as you did so. his hand stayed on your hips, urging you to move faster.

“lando,” you whimpered, your eyes locking with his as your thighs began to burn.

“that’s it, baby. fuck yourself on my cock,” he said, the words earning a low mewl from your mouth.

as your legs grew more tired, lando started thrusting up into you and meeting your movements, burying himself deeper inside you.

the soft sounds that escaped his lips soon had your toes curling, the knot on your belly about to snap as his grip on your hips tightened.

“close, baby?” he growled, feeling as your pussy clenched around him, sucking him in. you just nodded, and in no time you felt his fingertips move over your skin, slowly making their way down your thigh until they found your clit.

his thumb pressed against the sensitive nub, making you grind your hips down harder, desperate for release.

“come for me, pretty girl, come on,” he cooed in between ragged breaths, his cock already twitching inside you.

“fuck, baby, i…” you couldn’t even finish your sentence, the way his thumb circled your clit sending you over the edge.

you felt your body shudder, his going slack under you as he made a mess of your insides, low groans slowly turning into loud pants.

his hand moved up to your hair, pulling you down into his body to softly peck your lips; the action so suddenly innocent and sweet.

you closed your eyes, lying on top of him as the both of you came back from your highs, his fingers slowly trailing up and down your spine.

“i’m gonna be so late,” you mumbled after a few minutes, the reminder of your responsibilities making lando groan in annoyance.

“fine,” he rolled his eyes, giving your hip a gentle pat. “i’ll drive you, let’s get ready.”

[nyxi-pixie]

😐the final reason😐 IS A SECRET!!😋😘🤩😊😊😚😜🤪 (he is a toxic skker)