#listen to me!!!!

[mr-cactis]

Post where I keep any relevant information about Senjuro in case one day I write a fanfic about him. (And some nonsense that I need to remember about him)

In the Rengoku Gaiden, he seems to cook for Kyo and Mitsuri when they train (Fun fact: Mitsuri was the one who taught Senjuro to cook sweet potatoes, Kyo's favorite food!) They both compliment Senjuro on the food.

It's directly stated in the Kimetsu Gakuen reference sheets that he likes to read (something that was already pointed out in the Drama CDs, where Kyoujuro and Mitsuri go to buy books for him) and he's average at subjects.

He appears in the Kimetsu Gakeun light novel as the secretary of the Culture Festival. (As the only man on the organization team, he feels he should protect the girls if he has to, poor boy.)

He appears in Kimetsu Gakuen Chap. 9, going on an evening visit to the school. He says he likes horror movies (despite his fear) and wishes he were braver.

He's in the same room as Rui, and you can see them both in the background in some stories.

In Kimetsu Gakuen Vol2 C12, he and Kyo try to make Curry (it doesn't work lol)

In Kimetsu Gakuen C.22, he appears (This chapter is all focused on the Rengoku family, I love it). He's worried about his mother

Shinjuro still has problems, but it seems more like a bad mood (Different from the original series)

(more pictures of them because I love this chapter)

They love his father, yeah :,)

His relationship with Shinjuro is five hundred times better than the original timeline

Kimetsu Gakuen special chapter "Complete Focus Drill Flame Breathing Edition": He talks about sweet potatoes, how he designed them skewered and sticks over high heat, instead of cooked over low heat (bro, relax)

He just colored it wrong, the potatoes were actually marshmallows!

He thinks his brother is really cool

Edit¹:

I forgot, but in another story in the Light Novel, he is mentioned. He worries about Kyo (who is going to hunt Yokais/ghosts at School) and makes him carry all the salt in the house in a huge backpack.

And I think that's it! Just some nonsense that I wanted to save for the future and not have to research every time. As there is no official English translation, it is possible that there is some wrong information!!!

[jerswayman]

SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP

TRENT FREDERIC WHAT THE FUCK

what do you mean "i'm sorry you got my jersey, that's a tough draw, you were one away from swayman 😔" BUDDY YOU BETTER STOP THAT RIGHT NOW BECAUSE I WILL COME TO BOSTON AND I WILL FIGHT YOU IN THE MIDDLE OF PLAYOFFS

AND THEN the fan is like "i'm happy with yours 😊"

logging out of this website to cry forever oh my god

FREDDY SELF LOVE CHALLENGE PLEASE

[phoenix-artz]

IVE HAD AN EPIPHANY.

YES I JUST POSTED BUT YOU WILL LISTEN TO ME AGAIN.

[65ths]

good morning! finnick is quite blunt during the quarter quell— yes, he makes jokes and he laughs, but he also says things like “those canons? music to my ears. i don’t care about any of them” and “if i wanted to kill either of you i would’ve done it by now.” he doesn’t hold back for a second about any of it and he can’t. it’s how he survives, and more importantly it’s how he makes sure that katniss and peeta survive. the quell is a complicated multilayered event for finnick— he’s going back into the games which have haunted him for a decade. to win would be to seal his fate as the golden boy for the rest of his life. he will never know peace. he’s doing it alongside the closest person he has to a mother, mags, and for him to win would be mean for her to die in the games. he’s fighting against people he’s known for ten years, and quite well given that he’s the one who does all the we remember memorial videos. despite his attitude and words, there is care and there is still this attachment. he has to play ruthlessly, because even a moment of hesitance could end badly for him. he can’t afford to get caught up in the relationships and common hatred for the games that he has with the other victors. he won his first games by being quick and calculated, and he’ll only win his second by being the same. anything personal is a weakness and it makes him vulnerable, and finnick knows what happens when you’re vulnerable to the system.

bearing all that, he’s also part of the rebellion which should it end badly or if anything goes wrong will also be his unraveling. it’s a secret he’s hid from annie, the one person he is constantly trying to have some level of honesty with. it’s treason. then, he also has the ultimate task of getting into an alliance with katniss and make sure that she and peeta stay alive— arguably the most next to impossible task. to do so, he needs to convince katniss to not kill him in the middle of the night or leave the group— two things she is constantly thinking about. none of them have the time or luxury to think and unpack the circumstances, they’re in the games and they have to act like it and finnick has to steer every situation they get into— saving peeta’s life, yelling out to johanna when they’re all standing by ready to attack, calming johanna down, counting the bread rolls, holding onto peeta when the cornucopia spins, etc.

[jackyjackdraws]

I got this idea at 3am.

No, I won't elaborate further

[omatoxin]

fish song

[holographings]

someone on twitter said Imagine what s2 jayce would give to talk to s1 viktor just one more time. and someone had a time travel alternate dimension fic ready to go. and i read it. and now my face is being eaten by 3750 feral dogs i think

[shadesofmauve]

I want to step away from the art-vs-artist side of the Gaiman issue for a bit, and talk about, well, the rest of it. Because those emotions you're feeling would be the same without the art; the art just adds another layer.

Source: I worked with a guy who turned out to be heavily involved in an international, multi-state sex-slavery/trafficking ring.

He was really nice.

Yeah.

It hits like a dumptruck of shit. You don't feel stable in your world anymore. How could someone you interacted with, liked, also be a truly horrible person? How could your judgement be that bad? How can real people, not stylized cartoon bogeymen, be actually doing this shit?

You have to sit with the fact that you couldn't, or probably couldn't, have known. You should have no guilt as part of this horror — but guilt is almost certainly part of that mess you're feeling, because our brains do this associative thing, and somehow "I liked [the version of] the guy [that I knew]", or his creations, becomes "I made a horrible mistake and should feel guilty."

You didn't, loves, you didn't.

We're human, and we can only go by the information we have. And the information we have is only the smallest glimpse into someone else's life.

I didn't work closely with the guy I knew at work, but we chatted. He wasn't just nice; he was one of the only people outside my tiny department who seemed genuinely nice in a workplace that was rapidly becoming incredibly toxic. He loaned me a bike trainer. Occasionally he'd see me at the bus stop and give me a lift home.

Yup. I was a young woman in my twenties and rode in this guy's car. More than once.

When I tell this story that part usually makes people gasp. "You must feel so scared about what could have happened to you!" "You're so lucky nothing happened!"

No, that's not how it worked. I was never in danger. This guy targeted Korean women with little-to-no English who were coerced and powerless. A white, fluent, US citizen coworker wasn't a potential victim. I got to be a person, not prey.

Y'know that little warning bell that goes off, when you're around someone who might be a danger to you? That animal sense that says "Something is off here, watch out"?

Yeah, that doesn't ping if the preferred prey isn't around.

That's what rattled me the most about this. I liked to think of myself as willing to stand up for people with less power than me. I worked with Japanese exchange students in college and put myself bodily between them and creeps, and I sure as hell got that little alarm when some asian-schoolgirl fetishist schmoozed on them. But we were all there.

I had to learn that the alarm won't go off when the hunter isn't hunting. That it's not the solid indicator I might've thought it was. That sometimes this is what the privilege of not being prey does; it completely masks your ability to detect the horrors that are going on.

A lot of people point out that 'people like that' have amazing charisma and ability to lie and manipulate, and that's true. Anyone who's gotten away with this shit for decades is going to be way smoother than the pathetic little hangers-on I dealt with in university. But it's not just that. I seriously, deeply believe that he saw me as a person, and he did not extend personhood to his victims. We didn't have a fake coworker relationship. We had a real one. And just like I don't know the ins-and-outs of most of my coworkers lives, I had no idea that what he did on his down time was perpetrate horrors.

I know this is getting off the topic, but it's so very important. Especially as a message to cis guys: please understand that you won't recognize a creep the way you might think you will. If you're not the preferred prey, the hind-brain alarm won't go off. You have to listen to victims, not your gut feeling that the person seems perfectly nice and normal. It doesn't mean there's never a false accusation, but face the fact that it's usually real, and you don't have enough information to say otherwise.

So, yeah. It fucking sucks. Writing about this twists my insides into tense knots, and it was almost a decade ago. I was never in danger. No one I knew was hurt!

Just countless, powerless women, horrifically abused by someone who was nice to me.

You don't trust your own judgement quite the same way, after. And as utterly shitty as it is, as twisted up and unstead-in-the-world as I felt the day I found out — I don't actually think that's a bad thing.

I think we all need to question our own judgement. It makes us better people.

I don't see villains around every corner just because I knew one, once. But I do own the fact that I can't know, really know, about anyone except those closest to me. They have their own full lives. They'll go from the pinnacles of kindness to the depths of depravity — and I won't know.

It's not a failing. It's just being human. Something to remember before you slap labels on people, before you condemn them or idolize them. Think about how much you can't know, and how flawed our judgement always is.

Grieve for victims, and the feeling of betrayal. But maybe let yourself off the hook, and be a bit slower to skewer others on it.

[isolabellz]

post coital science

[lazylittledragon]

can't believe we're all adults being forced into the club penguin level of censorship in 2024

[crabussy]

hey. don’t cry. crush four cloves of garlic into a pot with a dollop of olive oil and stir until golden then add one can of crushed tomatoes a bit of balsamic vinegar half a tablespoon of brown sugar and stir for a few minutes adding a handful of fresh spinach until wilted and mix in half a cup of grated parmesan cheese and pasta of your choice ok?

[galaxyspeaking]

a Zaunite jayvik au I’m thinking about writing…

[eggdrawsthings]

It's the best decision I'll ever make

[itsscaredycat]

the truth is stranger than my own worst dreams

oh the darkness got a hold on me

[fckbatmanhiskidsareminenow]

no capes au dick and jason referring to tim as gala kid, before he’s adopted because he was the only other kid at the galas and they forgot his name.

jason post coma: what the heck bruce you adopted gala kid??

dick: his name is tim

jason: oh fr?

bruce: jason please be more sensitive his parents died

jason: omg welcome to the club

dick laughing: that’s what i told him!