#i hope it's ok i put it into a new post !!

[cubedmango]

what is up my gang of 5 cm enjoyers . today i bring u the biblically accurate movie subs in which i:

fixed a bunch of weirdly translated lines and reworded them to be closer to the original japanese dialogue

added translations for almost nearly every visible word on screen

included the lyrics from gimme gimme and shinon for added viewing experience

download the subtitle file here! to view the subs, first open ur movie file (which if u dont have then definitely dont click here) in vlc player, then go to subtitles -> add subtitle file -> select the movie_subs file and there u have it. and if theres any issues with downloading the file, displaying the subs, the syncing w video etc etc pls lemme know :0 alright im skittering away again

[ryonello]

a shrimp fried this rice :3

[doodlingbot]

Damn, who put this link to a fan game here?

So, I had been thinking quite a bit on whether to share this little project. In the end I decided I should, despite my nerves.

"There's nothing to do in there,  Stanley!

A short point-and-click style adventure game where you play as Stanley, the protagonist of a game who appears to rather spend all of his time in the broom closet over making actual progress.

But there really can't be anything interesting in this small room, is there?"

[shinozaki-ayumi]

This is something that I was thinking about myself but I didn't really want to write about it on Twitter (Kedwin follows me so I feel a little guilty for being negative on there, I know that's a bit dumb but whatever lol), so I guess I'll spill my thoughts on here.

Anyway I really hope there's a lot more to the premise of DD than they've given us so far because "seeking social media fame" is just so bland... I appreciate the setup of Blood Covered because it establishes a lot in from the get-go about both the characters themselves (and how they feel about each other) and the story's major themes (coping with loss and change, in particular). It gives the story solid ground to build up from, like:

Ayumi's guilt stemming from "I just wanted to keep us together as friends and instead I got you all killed"

Mayu's death feeling especially awful since the whole situation was started in an attempt to make her feel better, and she yet dies first/in the most gruesome way

Kind of a sick irony that the survivors are definitely closer with each other by the end of it all than they were at the start, so in a roundabout way the charm "worked" when it comes to keeping them together

So I'm hoping we get some more robust thematic/character buildup other than "streamer does a challenge to up her subscriber count."

There's also been comparisons floating around about how it's just the modern equivalent of the Sachiko ritual spreading via blog sites in the 2000s and I actually agree with that! Paranormal phenomena going viral on the internet is completely rooted in reality and I've watched my fair share of YouTube videos reviewing/debunking "paranormal" TikTok content myself lol. But even then, Naho's motivations were still in line with the overall themes of the story. Her goal wasn't to find fame, it was to stay close to Kibiki -- and, like Ayumi, she got the people she cared about killed instead (Kibiki, Sayaka, etc.).

Anyway all of this is just a really long-winded way to say, I really really hope the story previews we're being given are extremely simplified and that the starting incident isn't JUST "I want subscribers." I want these characters to be emotionally invested in their relationships with each other and I want to watch them suffer for it lol. Maybe there could be some turmoil over prioritizing internet fame/validation over genuine, real life relationships? So the opposite of Ayumi's good intentions, basically. I just hope a character with as unserious a vibe as Nemu can be taken that seriously lol.

[jamboreeartsupplies]

they're getting fitted for a new clownsuit !!!! not done yet but soon hopefully!

[juicedbeetle]

when the note doesn't light up (fav moments 6/?)

[error-core-animations]

haha it's so awesome that Qi Xiaotian is like. canonically romance averse and implied to be nonpartnering. and everyone respects that. it's so awesome that nobody ignores that part of his character for a ship that kinda sucks. right.

[chiistarri]

peter is the best ttpd song

[arttsuka]

Look how my cringefail dog was sleeping yesterday

He is not sleeping in these, just laying down waiting to be petted

[incaensio]

cont from this @seasaltsurvivor

( ... )

Finnick shook his head as he scooted over to make more room before gently patting the floor beside him. "Nah," he answered nonchalantly, straightening out his posture. "You're welcome to join the pity party. It would feel wrong to kick you out anyway, considering you're co-president of the Misery Club."

the two hour slot of training written in her arm had become one of her few pleasures in this place; she spends the day like a ghoul expecting the moment she would be able to breathe real air, and, today, all that expectancy becomes disappointment as she is told, just in time to go to the armory, that her pass to the outdoors has been revoked because she has no proper companion for the hunt today. there's a sort of mission, it seems, and gale has been shipped towards it — the agony of that is enough to send her mind spiraling enough for her to falter, hesitating several minutes before pressing on that she needs to go out. it is enough for them to tell her to go to the hospital, as if every little freak out of hers can be fixed with a needle to the arm. well, they have been doing that enough here, so maybe they're not wrong.

katniss doesn't want to be out of it today, though. she just needs to be alone, and when she checks her wrist, she can tell she won't be able to get that by going to her usual closet — the one near the nursery, she's almost sure it's delly's shift there today — nor her compartment — it's prim's homework time, and she always has rory over — so she beelines to the closest one, only to find that solitude is not in her odds today, apparently. it's the lesser of several evils, at least, and katniss can barely believe she'd ever think that of finnick odair. but the one crouched down in the supply closet is but a poor man's version of the capitol's darling; even without his hospital wear, and with his hair properly combed (probably by effie, because she can see there's also some make up around his face and her former escort seems to be the only one in this district capable of using that), he's pathetic. katniss quite likes that. it is that acknowledgement, and his generosity in giving her room, that makes her enter the closet, promptly closing the door so no one else would be able to find them here (which is the whole point; not a lot more of people were as eager to hole in themselves in secrecy so she's glad she shares it today with the one bearable person around).

the humorous scoff that escapes her lips, twisting them upwards, makes her amusement known to him before she can even notice. yes, apparently finnick odair is funny. who would have thought that? certainly not the katniss of a month and something ago, who avoided him like the plague. now, chuckling at his self-deprecation and wishing to be with anyone but him, she feels like a whole other person. is she, already? katniss purses her lips and takes her place by his side, easily finding the switch of light on the back of the closet. "on or off?" she no longer minds the darkness of these cramped spaces, finding that it often aids to harbor its secrecy, but finnick has often been one for eye contact, so who knows. "ain't think you can do much kickin', odair. you even trainin'?" with the lights on, she can see his hospital bracelet, the same as hers: mentally disoriented. batshit nuts, drugged up, useless for anything but to be pretty for the camera. "bad run with cressida’s lenses?"

[naivety]

this doesn't even have to do with the holidays really but i don't think people realize what kind of supreme loneliness trans people can experience, especially trans people trapped in isolated rural areas. i didn't even fully grasp it myself until i thought of myself as trans, not just nonbinary, despite my many trans friends. suddenly news headlines and articles and comments from coworkers don't just feel horrible because they're directed at people i care about, but now furthermore so severely something that's hard to put into words. over time, without really noticing, i've begun to experience a deeper kind of existential fatigue than i was used to due to so many other parts of life as we know it. as the new year approaches, it feels all too easy to despair at how many of our trans brothers and sisters and siblings won't be facing 2023 with us, and how hard it is still to face it ourselves. at this point survival alone is rebellion and the fire of that is one of the things getting me through this winter, and i can only hope the same can be said for others, but please don't forget to check in on your trans friends and family this time of year. whether or not the holidays are celebrated, many are still with or think of family and community and find themselves too often alone. if you're one of them, i can only say i see you, and i think of you often. we are not alone even when we're most alone, there are so many of us reaching out in our hearts and minds to lift each other up, those still here with us now and those who came and went far before us. we will find our people and we will feel at home, and most of all we are worth the struggle and more to keep putting one foot in front of the other until the sun rises on a new year, and the next one, and the one after that. remember that we are divine and we divinely love and we are divinely loved. remember that we belong here just as much as anyone else, not by any condition but being here in the first place. you are here, we are still here, and we always will be, and that's something worth celebrating if nothing else as this year comes to a close and a new one opens, and at every moment you remember it.

[themichaelvan]

lying face down on my bed heat pack on my back up all the way listening to you can't fight the homestuck on loop max volume please . my back hurts so bad. i think im gonna have a horrible dream tonight

[imprvdente]

𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐄 & 𝐅𝐈𝐒𝐇: @scriptorxfabularum

Hermione Granger, Hogwarts, England

Dear Hermione,

Oh that’s an excellent idea! You’re right too, your mom should write to mine, it’ll be easier. My parents are pretty laid-back, so you’d be welcome either way, but I wouldn’t want your parents being uncomfortable about you staying here over the summer. I’ll also tell my parents, I’ll send them a letter to ask them, even if I’m sure they’ll say yes. 

So this Umbridge lady is literally there to do a bad job and sabotage the school? That’s ridiculous! And why would Dumbledore want to be prime Minister? I mean, I feel that if he wanted to, he’d have bee given the job already. He’s like a big deal, he’s even famous in France.

You sound like my teachers right now! Ah, but I’m just teasing. I know you’re facing dangerous things, and I do worry about you. I just wish my life had a little bit more adventure, and a lot less homework. 

I returned to the tunnel last week and took some pictures. I printed them so I could send them to you. The place is pretty dark, even with Lumos, so the pictures aren’t great, but it should give you a good idea! I also went to the library (I KNOW! crazy!) and found some references to the tunnel in some old dusty book. But if you do find more, please tell me! And tell me about those tunnels and strange staircases you have at Hogwarts. I did experience a bit of it last year, but a year is not enough to explore that huge castle!

Oh, you have an exam this year, right? I suppose you’ve started studying for it! Bises, Fish

[starchild--27]

<<🙏🏻>>

[bemuseing]

@longerhuman​​ — from an old starter from the old blog

“  after  being  hurt  by  the  world  so  much,  they  began  to  see  the  demons  within  humans.  So  without  hiding  it  through  trickery,  they  worked  to  express  it. ”  —  dazai  osamu,  no  longer  human.

(     STARTER FOR  @bemuseing  !!!  )

“  ryūnosuke,  ”      his  intent  is  made  clear  before  a  proper  sentence  could  be  formed. previously,  the  executive  stood  side  by  side  with  his  subordinate,  but  the  cold  muttering  of  the  younger’s  name  seemed  to  flick  a  switch  between  the  brunette’s  oozing  eyes  of  nothing  -  ness. allowing  not  a  single  second  for  a  response  ,  his  darkly  -  clad  body  spun  to  the  left,  heels  of  his  boots  digging  into  the  cold  ,  expensive  tile  that  covered  the  hallway’s  floor.

each mannerism  is  skilled,  practiced. he  halts  his  stride  down  the  headquarters,  partially  bandaged  face  craning  downwards  with  the  tilt  of  his  chin  to  peer  at  his  protege. those  ominous,  oozing  orbs  of  abyss  that  hid  the  world’s  void  being  them  scan  the  younger  up  and  down  as  if  sizing  him  up  ,  pushing  him  into  the  place  of  a  prey  to  his  predator  without  permission.

a  bandaged  wrist  cracks  out  from  underneath  the  coat  that  hung  idly  from  his  shoulders,  shooting  towards  the  ravenette’s  scalp  quicker  than  a  flash  of  lightning. long,  nimble  fingers  tangle  through  the  somber  stringy  mop  on  akutagawa’s  head  until  he  caught  a  fistful  of  hair. dazai  is  not  cut  out  to  be  a  mentor,  not  a  good  one  ;  he  does  not  know  how  to  mold  someone  into  being  of  worth,  since  his  world  is  drained  of  color,  void  of  worth. the  young  executive  resorts  to  basing  his  methods  on  the  ones  he  was  given  by  the  port  mafia  boss  himself,  utilizing  mori’s  methodology  to  do  the  work  that  he  wasn’t  cut  out  to  perform.

(  “  it’s  for  your  own  good. ”  )  

his  bruised knuckle (  it’s  not  sterile,  nor  is  it  gloved. his  hands  are  coated  with  dried  blood  from  an  earlier  endeavor  of  the  day. despite  the  mafia  boss’s  mimicry  ,  there  are  drastic  differences. dazai’s  hands  will  never  be  as  bone  -  chillingly cold  ,  his  voice  won’t  hold  charismatic  charm  to  the  same  extent. )  yanks  upwards,  forcing  the  other’s  head  back.

(  “  stride  with  a  purpose,  even  if  you  don’t  have  one. ”  )  

(  “  it’s  for  your  own  good,  osamu  -  kun.”    )  

it’s  for  your  own  good,  akutagawa.

“      straighten  your  posture, ”      there  isn’t  an  ounce  of  emotion  in  the  noises  that  escape  his  dry  lips  ,  as  if  it  were  an  auto  generated  response  spoken  without  a  single  moment  of  consideration. “    you  can’t  expect  to  omit  a  fear  factor  if  you’re  hunched  over  like  some  social  recluse.  tell  me,  how  do  you  intend  to  ever  move  up ?   ”

The moment that he heard his name leave his superior’s mouth, he instinctually sensed what was coming. If this action were to have been performed by a strange adult back in the slums of the city, such a person would most likely already be missing their hand by now.

But he was no longer in the slums, thanks to this very person.

For a very brief moment, two pairs of jet-black eyes stared at each other.

Then merciless fingers took hold of his hair; every muscle in the boy’s body tensed up and his teeth ground together, holding back the overwhelming urge to respond violently. Even if he were to lash out, as the ingrained response screamed for him to do, it would do no good against this person.

Dazai snaps the boy’s head back, with not a jot of care; forcing Akutagawa to straighten his back and shoulders. Posture had never mattered before now; rather, keeping one’s head down was advantageous to help avoid unnecessary conflict, which in his previous world could make the difference between life and death. The crouch, the shoulders curled forward were a long-held habit. Natural, even. But neither were acceptable anymore.

With a great effort, after a tightly-strung second of silence, he answers.

❝ ...I understand, Dazai-san. I’ll do better. ❞

The executive’s question gave him pause. To move up in the ranks of the Port Mafia? At the moment, such a thing seemed a distant goal on the horizon. This very interaction proved he lacked far too much.

He gave the only answer that he knew how to give.

❝ I’ll prove myself. Cut down the mafia’s enemies. ❞

[rainbowbeanstyles]

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