#its a nothing phrase

[cali]

i hate motherfuckers who base their whole personality on the sum experience of their formative years + the people they mostly interact with + some key impactful events in life + a small amount of traits they were just born with + their current interests and some other stuff probably. so fucking annoying...

[spitblaze]

you guys gotta stop shipping 30-year-old men and calling it old man yaoi. 30 is really not old. thats just man yaoi

[the-meme-monarch]

had a smidgen of a dream about chapter three and needed to illustrate it

if you ship scc please don’t interact w me 👍

[oceanwithouthermoon]

imo everyone who insists that saikis life was perfect and he was a spoiled brat complaining about nothing are just purposefully ignoring and misinterpreting the whole manga simply because they like other characters better and want to make up scenarios to make their fav seem like a precious little victim in every situation

its hard to explain but i see it happen a lot with specifically people who have dedicated accounts for other characters and constantly misattribute every issue to "saikis such a baby, my character has it way worse!" "saiki hurt my babys feelings once so i hate him!" "saikis such a spoiled brat, my baby has a way shittier life and never complains about it!" "saiki hurt my poor precious fav once so hes an abusive monster!"

and said "shittier life" that they "never complain" about is either the persons headcanons (literally made up) or... the character DOES complain about it and the person takes those words at FACE VALUE but ignores everything else, including things that actually HAPPEN right in front of our eyes

[lifewasted]

I'll tell you what, I'm fucking stoked to be back on tumblr. This site is still good. I'm seeing that so many people still have a childlike enthusiasm for music, like I do, and that gives me a way more hopeful feeling. I see more people actively engaging with music posts and also there are light-hearted posts here. I was just doom-scrolling on Twitter for years, it got gradually worse and I didn't know why I was there anymore. It didn't even feel like the best place to keep in touch with my friends anymore since so much of it was just politics stuff and right-wing ads.

It is good to be back.

[ganondoodle]

i dont know what the plan is now, i have never had a plan for anything, but i dont want to delete the previous posts bc it feels like im trying to sweep things under the rug or act like they didnt happen

[downtherabbitholethatisanime]

Y'all pls

Where's my girl Clara in the welcome to demon school tags???

I see so much art of iruazz and azz crushing on iruma but never clara. This is the love TRIO u can't seperate them 🥺

[kaeyapilled]

a k-eluc shipper's boring romantic "toxic yaoi" interpretation of a really rich and sort of tragic bond between two sworn-adopted-whatever siblings that is not often presented or explored in media in this manner (unlike their enemies to lovers parody) VS a ragbros stan's boring white savior reductive interpretation of an extremely interesting story about adoption, families of choice and intergenerational trauma. fight

[druidshollow]

Waitwaitwait

WHAT HAPPENS TO PHRASES AFTER THE COLLAPSE?

DOES SAINT DO THE THING

I NEED TO KNOW

oh i have a page in a sketchbook page about this! one sec

no sorry to say but phrases does Not get to ascend, i think they just sit there until their systems are overcome by the cold and theyre just. beyond fixing, beyong consciousness. if its any consolation it wouldnt take very long. theyre so far north that the cold is already so encompassing that when there arent two or more iterators near eachother they dont emit enough heat to melt enough water to keep themselves alive under normal circumstances. now the entire world is coming into an ice age and the poles are getting c o l d. soon theres not enough water to sustain phrases and nights, and with phrases age (they were like. midearly gen 2) their structure is giving in on them. nights falls shortly after them

my headcanon for the slugcats follows canon pretty closely, and i like to think moon's group was pretty central, so saint wouldnt get anywhere near phrases' group. in my heacanon the events of saints campaign are just saints experience as an echo forever. i guess you could argue that before that saint went around and ascended everyone then went to the sea, but idk why would it just be moon and pebbles forever, what makes them different from all the others yknow? maybe theyre the first ones saint ascends? idk whatever lmao im losing my point which is no i dont think any of my ocs got ascended by saint

which means that they all just slowly died, like an iterator naturally does without support in a dying world. i would consider this functioning in the cycle like death of old age, and they would all start an entirely new cycle, with no memory of who they were before. maybe they incarnate into like a...... yeek relative evolved to better withstand the cold or something idk

its right below you buddy. the water? right there! tantalizingly close. its so so close, just sitting around your structure but oh you cant drink it, cant reach it because its frozen. its too cold. and now your pipes are freezing. and youre starving. and its there but you cant reach it and your body is giving up on you a

[radioroxx]

ok hi tumblr. thought. while i understand that technically yes people have all the freedom to assign clover a gender + pronouns based on personal headcanons… i dont really get WHY people do it

dont get me wrong im all for a little fun and for messing around with pronouns, but… isnt it more fun to let them keep the they/them?? whats the point of taking that away?

iiii dunno. i just think its strange lol

[still-breathing-au-p3r]

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He finally manages to hunt down the error Kirijo had pointed out and wrangle the equation into submission. Which means he can– for now at least– put math behind him, where it belongs.

He pushes the worksheets towards Kirijo and rolls out his wrists and shoulders while she shuffles them into order and tucks them neatly away. She immediately produces a new stack of paper, flourishing a little like she’s doing some kind of magic trick. And hell, maybe she is– he’s got no idea how she never seems to run out of fresh work to throw at him.

Shinjiro can only sigh in defeat. He did ask for this, after all.

Okay, so not nearly as bad as it could be. That might explain her little burst of showmanship, actually, if she’s presenting him with something that might have a chance to be interesting.

He’s joking, mostly, but Kirijo sighs with real disappointment.

He takes the packet from her and starts to read– it’s mostly about the political pissing contests of various Roman emperors. Not as exciting as he’d hoped; he’s always been interested in what regular people were up to more than anyone who lived in a palace, but he’ll definitely still take it over math. 

As he gets to work, Shinjiro finds himself dwelling on how nice it is, having their verbal fencing matches again. 

Back when S.E.E.S had been brand new, he’d found it incredibly annoying how Kirijo always seemed to have a prim and witty response to anything he might say. He'd thought at first that she just couldn’t stand for anyone else to get the last word, then that she couldn’t stand to let him, specifically, have it. 

It had taken him an embarrassingly long amount of time to clue in to the fact that that was just how she played. Sure, he and Aki bickered for fun more than a little often, but usually as more of a lead-up to a good, hands-on scrap. For Kirijo, though, trading banter back and forth was the whole entire game.

Once he’d figured out that he was supposed to play along, chasing after the upper hand in a conversation became fun instead of frustrating. Knowing that it was always a toss-up whether his teasing would get deftly parried or if he could manage to land the hit and fluster her enough to disrupt her pristine image– it was all part of the game to him. 

He’d tried not to let himself settle into that rhythm again when he’d come back to the dorms, and he’d done an even worse job of it than he had of avoiding his other old habits. Kirijo’s just too good at pushing his buttons, just like Aki. 

But now– Now that he doesn’t feel the need to keep himself at arm’s length anymore, falling right back into step is the easiest damn thing in the world. He doesn’t even need to think about it.

It feels good to have this back. Living his life, whatever’s left of it, means building connections and rebuilding the ones he had purposefully bulldozed before. He’s lucky Kirijo is even giving him a second chance at friendship at all, so he’s not about to waste it. 

There’s absolutely no way he’ll ever say that out loud, though. Especially not to her. 

“Given you’re reading about Rome, that reminds me.” Her voice is a little too light and airy. Someone who hadn’t been on the scheming end of that tone before might have missed it, but Shinjiro can tell right away that she’s trying to get something out of him. 

“Akihiko mentioned that you found his second awakening to be quite amusing,” she continues.

“Yeah, Aki didn’t get it,” he snorts, unable to help himself. “Bet you did, though.”

“There is a certain irony present, yes.” The face she puts on is demure, but the way she flicks a little of her hair over her shoulder looks suspiciously like preening to him. He has to squash down a smile. “You could have filled him in yourself, you know.”

“Sure. But where’d the fun in that be?” The grin he was fighting off wins and Kirijo lowers herself enough to roll her eyes at him in response.

“Yamagishi’s new Persona is Roman as well,” she tries again, casting another line. “Juno.” When he laughs, she frowns at him, apparently not a fan of his reaction. “What’s so funny, Aragaki?”

“Nothin’ at Yamagishi’s expense,” he says. “I just wouldn’t’ve guessed that for her. The whole ‘queen of the gods’ thing would’ve made me think of you, actually.”

Kirijo clears her throat a bit and pointedly does not preen again, just like how he does not feel stupidly pleased with himself over the reaction that she definitely didn’t have.

“Guess it does make sense though," he continues. "If you think about the whole ‘eyes of Argus’ thing. She have peacock feathers?”

“After a fashion, yes.” Kirijo purses her lips thoughtfully. “They are… somewhat abstracted.”

“Well yeah. Almost wouldn’t be a Persona if it didn’t get a little weird with the details, right?”

“No, I suppose it wouldn’t.” She flashes another short-lived smile and then goes back to looking thoughtful. He can practically hear gears turning as she weighs whether or not to make another attempt. “Amada’s was something of a surprise. She's called Kala-Nemi.”

He wracks his brain and comes up empty. “Don’t recognize that one. Doesn’t sound like a Roman name, though.”

“I was unfamiliar as well. And you’re correct– she’s from Bronze Age India, from a tradition that predates Hinduism. It took quite a bit of effort to find any information about her, actually. She shares her name with two other male figures from Hindu texts, and references to them are far more plentiful. From what I understand, though, she was a spirit associated with the Wheel of Time and the changing of the seasons. 

“As a Persona, she excels in healing and protection magic. The new Theurgy Amada gained from awakening to her is– it’s extraordinary.” The way Kirijo says the word makes it clear that it’s a gigantic understatement.

Healing and protection, huh? 

“That’s better for him,” Shinjiro says softly. The image of Amada from the other day, hunkered in on himself with guilt and nerves, is still fresh in his mind.

“It is,” Kirijo murmurs. She’s silent for another few seconds, clearly hoping that he’ll take his cue at last. 

And sure, he could talk about his new Persona, like she’s been nudging him to. He could also speculate about whether he’s got his own new Theurgy. But what would be the point? The next full moon is just four days away, and then none of it is going to matter anymore.

Kirijo sighs, accepting defeat. “Pardon me for distracting you from your reading. I’ll let you get back to it.”

“No worries.” He means it, too. Kirijo might push, but unlike Aki, she does know when to call it quits.

It’s yet another thing Shinjiro appreciates about her.

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[puppyeared]

Ever since I was a little girl I always knew I wanted a butch twice my size to call me a good boy

[maiamars]

why the totk fandom is so grumpy like all man character are alright, all female character are alright, all main ships have a reason to exist, female characters have an important place in the storyline

[the-entity-down-the-street]

I love the phrase "I don't go here" in regards to fandoms. Like it's a school you don't attend. Such a fun cheeky way to engage with media you don't personally consume but want to admire the fanart/memes/etc. You don't go here, just visiting. :)

[aeolianblues]

I'm not an extrovert. At all. In everyday life, I'm a yapper, sure, but I need someone to first assure me I am okay to yap, so I don't start conversations, even when I really want to join in sometimes! It's just the social anxiety acting up. God knows where from and why I lose a lot of my inhibitions when it comes to talking to people about music. I don't know where the confidence has suddenly sprung from. I've made a crazy amount of friends in musical circles, either just talking to people about common music or (since it is after all in music circles) talking to bands about their own music. I let out a sigh of relief any time an interaction goes well, because in truth it's going against my every instinct. I wish I could do that in everyday life