#that this is the type of nonsense to expect

[norikuna]

pick your love story °🍵⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ jujutsu kaisen edition (sfw)

gojo satoru ☆ childhood friends to lovers

loves to tease you, and he'll always poke your cheek, ruffle your hair, or steal your food just to get a reaction. if you're shy or quiet, he lives to make you flustered. buys the most ridiculous gifts, including matching sunglasses and designer items that cost more than your rent. acts like your personal heater, always draping himself over you, wrapping his long arms around your shoulders, or sneaking his hands under your sweater to press them against your skin. if someone flirts with you? well, he's throwing him arm around you so dramatically, calling you his 'beloved' in the most obnoxious way possible. if the person doesn't back off, his carefree tone disappears and he gives them a chilling smile. loves late night drives and cafe dates, he's so the type to blast music in the car and sing off-key on purpose, always laughs when you tell him to zip it. his love language is definitely physical touch and words of affirmation, and he needs to be touching you at all times, and he constantly reminds you how much he loves you in different playful and heartfelt ways <3 he's even softer when he's sleepy, nuzzling into your neck and shit, voice always dropping to a quiet murmur as he spills whatever's on his mind.

geto suguru ☆ best friends to lovers

pretty chill, protective and a faux deep thinker type of guy. gentle and attentive, always knowing what you need before you even ask. if had a rough day, he's gonna run you a bath and try to get your favourite drink. tries to sit still and listen patiently while you rant. lowkey a bit overzealous when it comes to jealousy, but never petty. he doesn't get outwardly possessive. but if someone flirts with you, he'll wrap an arm around your waist and give the person a pretty sharp look, enough that they'll back off and shit. always takes pictures of you, and he has an entire album of random shots of you reading, laughing or even just existing bc he really does think you look beautiful in every moment. loves bookstore and vinyl shop dates, and he enjoys those sweet peaceful moments with you (flipping through books, aka arguing about different genres). he's super big on quality time + acts of service, and if he sees you struggling with anything, he'll try to take care of it before you even have to ask. loves running his fingers through your hair, and he claims it calms him, and sometimes he just gets so lost in thought while doing it, that you have to snap him out of it. he's the type to whisper sweet things in your ear absentmindedly, like 'you have no idea how much i love you' when he thinks you're not paying attention. goes all red and dismissive when he realises you actually did hear that :D and he says he's not in gossip and drama but no one talks shit like he does, lets be real

ryomen sukuna ☆ prob sum weird enemies to lover shit

claims he doesn't date, but somehow ends up trying to figure out your favourite flower. calls you stupid shit like 'brat' or 'pet' more than your actual name, but if someone disrespects you, he tears them apart without hesitation. gets jealous easily, but he won't admit it, and if someone looks at you wrong, he'll grab your chin and kiss you (not that you mind <3) his love language is physical touch and dominance, expect him to always keep a hand on your waist, neck or chin because as much as he pretends otherwise, he loves feeling your skin against his. gaslights you over silly things for fun ('i literally told you that' 'no you didn't' 'oh, so you're forgetful now). also whispers absolute nonsense in your ear just from time to time, 'did you know that octopuses have three hearts? bet you didn't, but now you do. you're welcome'). will open a jar way too aggressively to try and show off his strength but breaks it, and now you're left with no pickles and a sulking sukuna with pickle juice on his hand. carries you like a sack of potatoes on his shoulders if you piss him off. pretends he doesn't gaf, but always shares his food with you and tries to order what you like.

toji fushiguro ☆ reluctant friends to lovers

grumpy but soft for you typa boyfriend who doesn't believe in using full words in texts. only texts in 'ya' or 'nah' and he accidentally replied 'k' to you saying 'i love you' and he called you immediately afterwards because he knows he messed up. loves pda but in the most lazy way possible, and will always drape himself over you like a weighted blanket and refuse to move. always steals bites of your food (half the meal) but will act offended if you do the same. once won you a stuffed animal at a carnival and acted like it was no big deal, but he actually used up all his carnival tickets trying to win you the biggest prize. spoils you in a reckless way, and he'll hand you a wad of cash and refuses to tell you how he got the money. he just tells you to go buy something nice. love language is acts of service and physical touch because he claims he's not amazing with words, but his hands always find their way back home to you. loves lazy mornings, and grumbles when you try to get out of bed, pulling you back in with an arm around your waist.

nanami kento ☆ love at first sight

exhausted but devoted you get me, and he claims that you energise him and light up his life. lectures you when you only sleep for three hours a night. replies to the tiktoks you send with corporate replies 'that was humorous. thank you for sharing. i love you.' he thinks you're absolutely the most beautiful person on the planet, and always lets you know. pretty gentle, mature and devoted. shows his love in sweet, meaningful ways. always puts your comfort first, and he tries to take things off your plate without asking. loves cooking for you, and believes cooking is its own love language. hates unnecessary, brash pda but loves quiet intimacy. holds your hand, brushes your hair against your ear. lingering kisses on your temple. reads to you at night, and he'll sit beside you if you have trouble drifting off. his love language is absolutely acts of service and quality time, and he doesn't just say he loves you, he'll prove it in every little action of his. loves taking you out to scenic parks and hikes, and just stares after you with so much love as he tries to adjust the focus of his camera lenses to try and capture you as well as he can.

choso kamo ☆ strangers to lovers

kinda awkward but genuinely, really quiet sweet. overthinks everything, and at the start of your relationship, he even started overthinking how you said 'goodnight!' and wondered if you were mad at him, because there was no heart or emoji. would die before making the first move idk, like you're going to have kiss him first or else, otherwise i fear he's going to have a stroke. holds grudges as long as he can, and will bring up little shit (like you stealing his lunch) six months later 'remember that time you betrayed me?'. but he can only really give you the silent treatment for two whole minutes when you tease him, and then immediately apologises because he feels bad. a lot of friends tease the two of you because they think choso is too quiet or a pushover but the truth is that he's actually pretty snarky, clever and observant. very determined and always sticks to his morals, even at times when you disagree with him, he's able to put his foot down. love language is quality time and gift giving, because he's the type to remember everything you like and surprise him with it. loves watching movies with you, and pretends not to care for 90s chick flicks, but he's digging them deep down. loves holding your hand, and even in public, he'll reach for you quietly.

higuruma hiromi☆ coworkers to lovers

overworked but loves you so bad. he sometimes reminds you of a tired, single dad but he's truly joyous to date. if you call him baby in public, he immediately malfunctions and blushes. you once kissed him in a courtroom (not even when court was ongoing!) on the tip of his gorgeous nose, and he almost choked. will 100% object to random things just to irritate you, with topics like takeout for dinner, 'objection. we had sushi two days ago.' takes everything pretty seriously, until you do something cute. then he just sits there, hiding his smile behind his hand like an adorable anime protagonist. tries to be strict or protective, but you just make him super soft. secretly likes pda but pretends that he doesn't. grips your hand so tight like he fears you might disappear. loves when you rest in his lap or against his chest as he reads over cases and paperwork. you told him that he'd look hot with glasses, and you caught him browsing through lens frames.

naoya zenin ☆ arranged marriage (kinda ooc naoya btw, bear with me)

sort of a menace who should have been left on read a long time ago, but this wasn't your first choice. somehow, he folds for you almost immediately but you think he'd rather dig his own grave and neatly fold his hands over his chest as he buries himself at his own funeral before he admits that he likes you. calls you annoying but will drop everything if you text him that you need help. always saying dumb shit to you, or trying to make fun of you, but if someone else does? they're gone, like he's going to stalk them, find where they work, and get them fired from their job. texts you the stupidest things like 'if i was ugly, would you still love me?' 'i just saw an ugly baby. damn' 'what would do if i got arrested? be honest.' saw someone flirting with you once at like a fancy event, and rolled his eyes, pretending that he didn't give a flying fuck. ended up at the bathroom mirror, gripping the sink and trying not to throw up. if you ignore his texts, he's gonna send vaguely ominous messages, like 'answer me' followed by 'this is how it ends?' 'i'm leaving btw, i'm going to pack up and leave you forever and go live on my own in the wild.' you check his location and he's still at home. naoya thinks he's the prize in the relationship, he's not. definitely a pda menace, and he loves just kissing you in public.

hajime kashimo ☆ enemies to lovers but in that 'we met when we were fighting' way

your relationship is just him being reckless with no survival instinct, and you trying to keep your boyfriend alive. aka trying to stop him from licking the power outlet. will randomly challenge you to fights for no reason, never mind the fact that he'll feel bad and back out at the last minute. has no concept of personal space, and will stand nose to nose with you just to make you uncomfortable. if you back away, he's gonna follow you and ask where you're going. if someone flirts with you, he's not even going to do too much, just laugh in their face and ask the offender if they really thought they had a chance. kashimo has no concept of an inside voice at all, so god forbid you try to take him somewhere quiet. energy level always at 200% and it's a mission to even take him someplace like a grocery store. if you said 'i love you' first, it might have been the only time that someone else has bested him in something. hajime physically can't process emotions and goes green and pale (he loves you so much btw) and he looks vaguely ill at your confession. stares for five minutes before throwing himself at you. definitely a words of affirmation type of guy, instead of actions, because sometimes, he's all bark and no bite.

noritoshi kamo ☆ sweet, rom-com crush

he's actually a bit traditional, but very sweet. unfortunately, he's also so formal that it hurts sometimes. but it's fun when he asks you things like 'would you like to accompany me for an evening meal?' or 'shall we go for a stroll?' if you hold his hand, for the first few months, he sweats profusely but acts as though he's totally cool (narrator: he was not cool). lowkey believes that he doesn't deserve you and he absolutely treats you, the love of his life, like royalty. super observant and determined to make you as comfortable as possible, so you're never really left wanting for anything. if someone flirts with you, he doesn't really get jealous, but rather gets philosophical. 'it is natural for others to admire beauty such as yours. however, they must know it's not theirs to claim.' a key forefront runner of the sassy men apocalypse, even though you wouldn't be able to tell at the start. super quick-witted, but he's the type to keep his thoughts to himself, but luckily, he gets more comfortable sharing his jokes with you as times go on. blushes super easily, and he hates it because he thinks it ruins his aloof/mysterious guy persona.

[inkscape-official]

so yeah I just saw this and (as a chemist) I'd like to give my 2 cents real quick. The original screen shot is bullshit.

First issue, the inside of your stomach (and to a lesser extent intestines) is more acidic than pure lemon juice (stomach acidity is around pH 2 pure lemon juice is around pH 3 (lower pH numbers are more acidic and react more strongly with bases)) (please note both of these are only acidic due to water that is present in the mixtures pure H-Cl (stomach acid acidity) and citric acid (lemon juice acidity) are not acidic due to the lack of [H+])

Second issue, how "basic" a pure compound is is complete nonsense, you can discuss the pKa of a pure substance to get an idea of how basic a saturated solution of it could get but a medication is almost certainly not dissolved to the point of saturation so you also have to account for how concentrated it is (I can't get exact pKa values for the most common ADHD meds but they're all organic amines with benzene rings involved and the most basic those can get is around the same as a carboxylate (to get an idea of how basic that is sodium acetate is a good example and it doesn't get any warnings related to how basic it is)) (to note here organic amines of this type can't reach a pH of 11 even when at saturation, I would expect them peak at a pH of 8-9 and probably stay basically on 7 (neutral pH) in actual prescribed concentrations)

Third issue, (and this one is honestly kinda embarrassing) ammonium salts (what forms when an amine base reacts with an acid) are ALWAYS soluble in water it is quite literally one of the only rules in chemistry that actually holds past a few years of study and doesn't really have exceptions, so even ignoring everything else wrong here the explanation is simply impossible.

Now all this is NOT to say that citric acid might not interact with common ADHD meds in some way that isn't explained by the original post (it would not be the strangest medication/food interaction (that might go to grapefruits and blood pressure medication)) but if the original source is simply wrong about the most basic chemistry they're attempting to use to justify their claim I would be skeptic of any of the claims (shown here or those not included in the screenshot) honestly this reeks of "high pH" pseudoscience diets and I'd really hate for anyone to modify their diet or routine out of fear they were messing up their medication.

Please do lookup medication interactions but only pay attention to reliable sources and if something unreliable is telling you to stop doing what you love feel free to give it a middle finger from me.

i know vitamin c basically neutralizes adhd meds but lemonade good

[drdemonprince]

Hey, thanks so much for your newest article about vanilla sex being coercive etc. It made me feel less like there's something wrong with me and my sexuality for having very clear needs and wants and feeling like it's hard to find a dynamic that would fit me. I could not put my finger on why exactly the whole topic of sex is so hard for me.

Like yeah I'm asexual but also, I find it really repulsive when people assume my wants and needs based on my body type, my genitalia, my gender, my face, my personality, well, anything; and I don't know why I assumed there's something wrong with ME for being uncomfortable with that? It's just deeply uncomfortable. And the societal expectation of having to enjoy or want to do this set of vanilla sex activities is what makes it precisely hard to navigate; and the way people can make you feel like shit for not wanting it, like you're a bad partner, bad person etc. And with the layer of my transness it also gets idk so complicated.

I cope by liking masks, armours, full body suits and fantasizing about being able to fuck monsters because it feels like it would be free of gender stereotypes and expectations and any coercive behaviours, like I would be free to do anything and not be then labelled because of it and suddenly perceived differently and forced to uncomfortable shit. I'm idk very fluid, very switchy and hate being restricted with all this shit. But gods forbid you express once more interest in being more dom or sub or top/bottom and suddenly people's ability to see fluidity disappears and you're flattened into something you're not

So I would rather jack off than try to have sex with someone lol, it's all too much. But now at least I don't feel so much like there's something deeply wrong with me. And I won't settle for anything uncomfortable and restricting. Thank you

(sorry if I mixed any terms, english is not my first language and sometimes I get stuff mixed when speaking two languages on a daily basis)

Omg Anon I'm so happy <3. Thank you for your message. It's true, people project so many of their own desires and basic stereotypes about embodiment and identity onto our sexualities and it can be downright traumatic really. At best it's a complete wash of nonsense, a data dump of completely irrelevant fantasies and path dependence that makes it impossible to actually find a real human person through the din. I'm glad my work made you feel less like you are the problem. And being a knight or a creature sounds fucking cool and hot.

Here's the article for anyone who didn't see it btw

[trendywaifus]

Greetings trendy! It is I! The great and mighty Kaijunon! I'm here with just a wholesome suggestion, giving Miyabi headpats. Y'know? Gently caressing her hair, giving her small kisses, cuddling her like just giving her general affection bc I the epic and cool Kaiju rat am feeling extra affectionate today, anyway I shall now drink Pepsi

🍞 anon

hi hi!! coke better>> since I’ve been thinking about miyabi recently, here guyths🤓

also miyabi will take any type of affection you give her. the baby is touched starved and loves being praised. miyabi is at her clingiest when it’s cuddle time.

“ is my fox comfortable? “ you asked gently, tangled in the the sheets with miyabi’s small form snuggled up against you, cold nose burrowed in the crook of your neck. with toned arms hugging you tight, she let out a pleased sigh which felt like cool air fanning against your neck. “ yes, i am. “ after a long day at work, she finally gets to indulge herself in you. miyabi didn’t get to see you one time today due to being busy with slaying ethereals and she did not even get the chance to answer your texts or call before entering and exiting the hollow. it was all thanks to dragging and nonsensical reports too. you’ve been on her mind all day and the amount of times miyabi mused out loud to herself about wishing to see you made harumasa shake his head and tease her, yanagi reassure her, and soukaku offer her candy throughout the whole mission.

you run a hand up and down miyabi’s back repetitively, massaging invisible lines into her back through the inky kimono in a manner that makes her melt and fox ears push back against her head with contentment. “ you sure you don’t want to eat dinner? aren’t you hungry, ‘yabi? “

she shakes her head, “ no, i ate a bowl of two miso noodles before coming home so we can get straight to this. i have. .missed you too much today, my love.”

cracking into a warm smile, you give the crown of her head a kiss. “ i see. long day too? “

“ admittedly so. “ she replies in seemingly bland tone but you know her well enough to hear her words sounded a little heavier than usual. you don’t like how miyabi’s treated sometimes—her squad members are amazing, it’s the h.a.n.d. higher-ups. just because she’s the strongest void hunter right now doesn’t give them the right to treat her and her other members as some sort of weapons. they’ve been buried in missions recently because of the influx of increased hollow activity in some hollows. you briefly sighed before planting a lingering kiss on her head again. one of miyabi’s ears flickered with delight.

“ I’m sorry to hear that, my heart. but i know you handled it well today, you always do. as expected from my amazing lover. i just don’t like how you’re not getting any breaks lately. “

if she had a tail, it would undoubtedly be wagging right now. you can feel a small smile pressed against your next. “ . .they’re nothing. and no matter how many missions they give me, i’ll finish them all because of your unshakable support and you having me in your prayers. “

gently, you retract miyabi’s head away from your neck. ruby eyes connect with yours in brief confusion before they shine with soft affection. your hand place itself on her cheek and almost immediately, she leans into your tender warmth, soaking it in to her cool skin. “ of course, i’m yours after all. “

you lean in to share a soft kiss with miyabi who returns the gesture right back. she’s been getting better and more relaxed with kissing recently. you definitely can conclude that she’s a very good kisser now that her stiffness is disappearing away. “ rightfully so. “ the sable haired woman responds back with softness of her own.

“ haha. .rightfully so? do i sense the great miyabi showing off her arrogance? “ you teased, pressing your lips against the right crevice of hers.

“ no, i just firmly believe i’m the only one who can honor you and call you mine. . .however, if you want to view that as arrogance in a way. .then so be it. i do not pay it no mind. “

[danika-redgrave124]

Day 3: Secret Admirer

The warm glow of the candlelight flickered softly in the hall of Night Raven College, casting long shadows that danced across the polished floor. Riddle couldn’t remember the last time he had felt so... distracted. It wasn’t the festive atmosphere of Feburary that had him on edge—no, it was the letter in his hands. A simple white envelope, sealed with a delicate, golden wax stamp in the shape of a heart.

His fingers, stiff as they were, had almost dropped the letter when he first found it hidden under his napkin during lunch. The handwriting on the envelope was elegant, but there was something unusual about it—something that struck him with both curiosity and unease. It wasn’t his usual type of correspondence, and certainly not from anyone he had expected.

Opening the envelope cautiously, Riddle unfolded the paper and began reading. The words were short, sweet, and cryptic, speaking of admiration, of being seen for more than the rules he so rigidly enforced, and of wanting to learn more about him. It was signed only with a small, heart-shaped symbol.

Riddle sighed. It was probably some prank, one of Ace's antics most likely. He shook his head, trying to dismiss the fluttering in his chest. He couldn’t let himself get caught up in something as trivial as a schoolyard crush. And yet… something about the words felt genuine. He wasn’t used to receiving attention that wasn’t attached to his strict discipline or reputation as a Dorm Leader.

As if on cue, Kalim appeared beside him, practically glowing as usual, his smile wide and welcoming.

"Hey, Riddle!" Kalim's voice rang through the air with a cheerful lilt. "Did you get something interesting?" He gestured toward the letter in Riddle’s hand, a knowing glimmer in his eyes.

Riddle blinked, momentarily startled by Kalim's sudden appearance. "You... You know about this?"

Kalim grinned, his expression lighthearted but with a hint of mischief. "Well, I saw you reading it, so I thought I’d come over. It’s kind of a big deal, right? Secret admirer stuff!"

Riddle’s cheeks flushed ever so slightly, his usual composure slipping for a moment. "It's a nonsense letter, Kalim. Someone is likely making a joke at my expense." He tried to sound confident, but even to his own ears, his voice lacked the usual authority.

Kalim laughed, a sound that was like a breath of fresh air. "If it's a joke, it’s a pretty sweet one. I don’t think I've seen someone write a letter like that in ages." His eyes softened as he looked at Riddle. "Whoever it is must think you’re really special." Kalim’s voice was filled with warmth, and for a moment, Riddle felt his heart skip a beat.

"Do you… Do you think so?" Riddle’s question caught him off guard. Kalim's simple honesty, paired with his ever-present smile, made Riddle feel vulnerable in a way he wasn’t accustomed to. He wasn’t sure if he was ready for the possibility of someone feeling that way about him, but the idea lingered, soft and tempting.

Kalim grinned brightly, his eyes sparkling with sincerity. "Of course I do! You’re one of the most determined, intelligent, and kind people I know. Anyone would be lucky to have a crush on you."

Riddle’s face turned an even deeper shade of red. He shifted uncomfortably, but the words felt different coming from Kalim. They were genuine, filled with admiration and not a hint of teasing.

"Thanks, Kalim," Riddle muttered, his voice softening. "I guess... I guess it’s just hard for me to believe anyone would feel that way about me."

Kalim tilted his head thoughtfully, his smile growing even wider. "Well, you’ll never know unless you give them a chance, right? Maybe this secret admirer will be someone who understands you better than you think." His voice held a certain playfulness, yet it was laced with a depth that made Riddle feel like he was truly being seen.

Riddle chewed on his lip, the feeling in his chest now both warm and heavy. Maybe Kalim was right. Perhaps he had been too quick to dismiss the idea of someone admiring him for who he truly was—not just the strict, rule-abiding Heartslabyul Dorm Leader, but the person beneath all that.

"I'll think about it," Riddle said, his voice almost a whisper, as he carefully folded the letter back and tucked it into his pocket.

Kalim beamed, clearly pleased. "Take your time," he said, a light chuckle escaping him. "And if you ever need advice on how to handle a secret admirer, you know where to find me!" He winked and walked off, leaving Riddle standing there, a little dazed but with a smile of his own.

Riddle stared after Kalim, feeling a mix of confusion and something softer—something new stirring within him. Maybe, just maybe, he could let himself entertain the thought of being admired in this way.

After all, it was a feeling he had never really allowed himself to have.

Collage belongs to @frie-ice

@oh-hopeless-heart

I'm also exploring rare pairs in this event, but I wasn't sure if I was writing both Riddle and Kalim in a romantic light or platonic one. It's up to speculation.

[fromkenari]

That's when they finished. Ultra Marathons are usually held from dawn to dusk, depending on the pace and time of year. So, they may have started later in the day.

[theotherbuckley]

Okay but Tommy drops out of high school — he told his father he was gay and he told him he could either be homeless or go to military school. He goes to military school and joins the army and he likes flying the helicopters because it means he doesn’t have to do any of the killing himself. And he makes some friends.

There's one guy who's like the squad leader who's a few years old and built like a Greek god and Tommy's young and a little bit in love. And they're friends maybe even family because this whole group of people spend every waking (and sleeping) moment together. And they all talk like a family and they all say they love each other and tease each other and it's nice. And one night it's just the two of them trading a flask of some sort of alcohol that Tommy doesn't know the name of and the man asks Tommy why he joined the army and where he wants to be in five years and Tommy trusts this man. He's half way in love with him so he doesn't even think twice before he tells the story about the time he came out to his family and his father nearly beat him to death before sending him here. And the conversation tapers off after that and he doesn’t register the change in the air but when he wakes up the next morning he’s being dishonourably discharged because he poses “unacceptable risk to the high standards of morale, good order and discipline, and unit cohesion that are the essence of military capability”. He knows what that means.

Tommy joins the fire department because he doesn’t know what else to do. He represses anything regarding his sexuality because he knows now that it’s wrong. He almost feels like he has a family again because his captain seems to like him and some of the guys are cool even if they say things he doesn’t agree with. And then he starts agreeing because maybe they’re right and he’s wrong and he’s just inherently wrong. So he follows their leads and is just straight racist because that’s how he can fit in.

And then a black lesbian woman joins and says she’s a black lesbian woman and Tommy doesn’t understand that either because you can’t be queer you just can’t be because it’s wrong.

But he nearly dies and and an Asian man saves his life and a black lesbian woman comes up with a better idea than any of them had and she tells them she’s no different and she is just as capable. So he improves himself he does and he tries to be better but he still can’t be who he is because the last 2 times he was honest about that he was betrayed.

Tommy leaves the 118 and “don’t ask, don’t tell” is lifted and he meets this guy he likes who likes him back and the 217 don’t seem to have a problem with the gender neutral pronouns and he slowly but surely lets himself open up again and be who he is and when the thing with that guy doesn’t work out because he’s moving to New York and Tommy’s not sure he’s ready to leave, it’s okay because his crew is there and they support him and he can still be himself.

[note-boom]

Call me a sap if you must but I love how BSD is essentially a manga that is character driven in the sense that each character's drives and goals and searches are entangled with other characters (or a noticeable lack of them).

Like Atsushi with the orphanage headmaster drilling into him how he must find his worthiness in being alive in saving people, how the ADA has deeply affected his growth, his relationship to Akutagawa. And same for Akutagawa, too, with Dazai and Gin and Higuchi being the driving factors behind him. And we have Dazai get Odasaku and Ango and his relationships to the members of the ADA like Kunikida and Ranpo. And Kyouka and Kouyou's effect on each other, Kouyou's past with the mystery guy at 15 who died and her strange dynamic with the PM members in general, similar to Kyouka and Atsushi and Kyouka and her parents.

Just....they're all searching for meaning and the manga gives us different aspects of it - ideals, a perceived divine purpose, the act of striving - but it all goes back to other people, particularly one's relationships with other people for ill or good. Maybe we won't get an answer on what the meaning of life is in BSD - I don't think it's the kind of manga that will do that (basing itself on more darker postmodern philosophies and all). But I do think it consistently shows that it is also our relationships with people that make life meaningful, even if other people are also the reason life can be a hellish nightmare.

It's like. Why live? What's the meaning of life? "Who knows, really, but I'd really like it if this person I love would keep living (and maybe they think the same of me, too)."

[pollenpvtch]

one of my favorite moments in life are when you find a character so amazingly put together and so well designed it genuinely starstrucks you , then you find out that the character used to be a fan design of Jumbo Josh

[autisticlee]

sometimes being autistic really separates me from other people. there's an invisible wall that separates me from people, society, the world. all those things can reach through the wall and slap me around, but it's one way. I can't reach them. and they never pat me on the head. nothing nice comes through. and I can't get out. I try to share good things. nothing gets through the wall. they see it as I purposely don't come out of the room i'm locked in. they think I act like i'm too good for them. they are offended and reach in to slap me. i'm desperately screaming and trying to reach out to them. trying to be part of things. but I can't. I can't connect with them. I can't be part of society. this wall isn't my doing, but they are making sure it stays up and making sure they only send negative signals through. know I can't stay behind this wall or I literally can't live. but also can't get out. i'm stuck and blamed for it. told i'm not trying and it's on purpose. i've been kicking and screaming at the wall my whole life and didn't make a dent. the lonliness and disconnection that can be felt when autistic is something nonautistic people will never feel or understand.

[applealchemist]

is it weird that i feel a bit more comfortable here on tumblr than back when i was on quotev? like on quotev the social anxiety i have girl was projected online and i'd never really talk about things i like, how i felt, ect. because i didn't want my friends to think differently of me (i know they wouldn't but friends had left for no reason without a word on there in the past and i mean they had to leave me alone like that for a reason right?) but here i don't know anyone. like yeah i know OF people and i have a few mutuals but i don't know anyone personally. i don't have friends on this site and that's scary yet comforting and freeing at the same time if that makes sense?? like i'm free of the shackles of my "oh fuck if i say this what if they leave me?? if i tell them i'm feeling like shit what if they stop talking to me forever??" habits. now it feels like i can be fucking feral batshit insane excited if i want to talk about my interests, i can freely talk about how i feel, all that stuff! it's like starting recovery after a bad breakup, scary but freeing! i'm scared as shit, i want to die after losing my only contact with my friends, but fuck i feel awesome at the same time!!

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

out of curiosity: fellow writers, do you ever find it hard to make yourself stop writing?? like you’ve been working on something constantly for days on end and you know you need a brain break from it, but you also just can’t quite let it go. even for just an evening. when you shut your laptop or close your notebook your thoughts just keep circling back endlessly to the piece you’re working on, whether you’re out at work or trying to concentrate on a film or on the cusp of falling asleep. it’s almost reminiscent of the compulsive obsession of a crush that’s going badly. like there’s still that adrenaline and the overthinking, but none of the giddiness or exhilaration that comes with the first rush of falling into something. you’re not able to lose yourself it anymore, instead it feels more like it’s got lost in you - and you’re trying to pry it out and set it free because it’s so uncomfortable having it stuck there. like grit in a wound. and yeah, you know that sooner or later it'll work its way out because you've been here before. lots of times. and it always does. but it isn't enough just to know that - and you can't stop yourself picking at it, even though you know all that ever does is make it take longer to heal.

[stickers-on-a-laptop]

this is probably more a me thing and the fact i watch a lot of dramas but every once in a while it's like "this would be a meetcute moment if this wasn't real life"

[phiniusandjelly]

Vaguely inspired by that one post where Danny gets summoned by the JL and keeps throwing his shoes and stuff at them bc HE might not be able to leave the summoning circle but his clothes sure can!

I think the twist for that was that the circle doesnt effect him at all because hes a halfa and he was just goofing with the JL.

But imagine if the summoning and containment WORKED.

Like, he gets summoned and its startling, but once he realizes hes been summoned hes mostly annoyed.

Its a school night! He has work to do! Sure he wasnt DOING it, but it was still a possibility!

And hes trying to banter with the JL. Which for him just means being vaguely-obnoxious-but-somewhat-charming.

But then he tries to leave.

Maybe hes worried about his friends reaction to seeing him disappear.

Maybe the JL are saying some anti ghost/demon/whatever they think he is nonsense.

Maybe he changed his mind about doing that homework.

But either way, it doesnt work.

He drags his hand along the edge of the spell. It doesnt give, and he realizes hes not sure what this spell is supposed to do.

Its all along the floor beneth him, he cant fly through the floor.

He tries to get away from the walls and floor, worried whatever spell makes up the container can be triggered to hurt him or brainwash him or SOMETHING.

Its not his best guest, but he has never been summoned before, at least not with this type of barrier, and he doesnt know what to expect.

He barely gets a few feet off the ground when he hits the spells invisible roof.

And he is trapped.

And now this fourteen year old child is caged in a room with clearly dangerous adult strangers.

After hes been more or less kidnapped.

He’s suddenly regretting insulting them.

And its not his first time beimg kidnapped. Or his first time being in danger in general (obviously).

but its usually some ghost! Or Vlad “Loser, I hardly know her!” Masters!

Both of whom explain literally everything they plan in long ass evil monologues! It usually takes danny five minutes tops to learn their entire life story Dr Doofenshmirtz style!

He knows most of them personally! They hang out sometimes! Heck! even the local ghost hunters are either literally related to him or someone he’s dated!

He knows their powersets, their strengths, their weaknesses.

Most importantly, he knows their goals

But now hes trapped. In a room of clearly superpowerd strangers. With magical abilities strong enough to trap him for real.

And has no idea what they want

And Danny just freezes up

This could be super angsty if the JL were told that he was evil and think his panic + young features are only done to manipulate them.

You can also add angst with a language barrier/translation issue

I imagine the JL would be trying to get information about ghosts/ are trying to get someone to fight a villain they can’t defeat

Its going to scare the shit out of Danny either way- like imagine fourteen year old you gets kidnapped by strangers and they start asking you about your weaknesses or say they will only let you out if you agree to fight this monster.

And if Danny doesnt know this villain or how tf hes going to fight them he might feel like hes being sent off to get his ass kicked.

I can just imagine Danny being told he has to fight this supervillain and being like “…if i like..die…trying to fight this guy…what are you going to do with my body? Like will you send me home? Cause my family will freak if my corpse is teleported into the living room”

JL would not be happy about any of his responses.

Im begging someone to write this please have a nice day

[insomniaticvoids]

You know what drives me crazy only seeing popular hair styles and trends on straight hair.

Especially as someone who has curly hair.

Not only do I have no choice but to cut my own hair since it's a type that's not commonly taught how to work with but I also cannot look at classes or tutorials to do hair. And doing more alt styled dye jobs and hair cuts only being done on certain hair types drives me nutssss.

Might make a blog or account on places just to show how to work with more curly hair in many styles of hair and how I've learned to work with layering and styling without killing my wallet. Cause no one should have to spend hundreds for a cut that doesn't work cause they have curly hair.

[oddyseye]

Can we get something straight here about Penelope and this whole “Spartan” thing?

Sure, we all know Penelope was from Sparta (well, technically), and we’ve all seen enough 300-inspired pop culture nonsense to think that every Spartan woman must be some spear-wielding, leather-clad, muscle-bound badass. So let’s clear that up once and for all: Penelope was absolutely not that type of Spartan. In fact, that vision of Spartan women is more of a modern fantasy than an actual reflection of Spartan society, and Penelope herself would probably laugh in your face if you tried to pin her down to that archetype.

First off, let’s talk about what it actually meant to be Spartan. Yes, Spartan women had a reputation for being strong, but we need to understand that strength wasn’t defined by throwing a spear or taking down enemies with a shield. Spartan women were celebrated for their physical health and were tasked with producing strong offspring to build the next generation of warriors. They were also responsible for the running of the household when their husbands were off fighting in wars, which meant managing estates, controlling property, and overseeing the everyday operations of Spartan life. So, while Spartan women were not helpless, they weren’t exactly wandering around with weapons, challenging every person who crossed them, either. Penelope’s version of Spartan strength was a little more intellectual, shall we say. For twenty years, while Odysseus was “getting lost” (as one does), Penelope faced down a horde of suitors who were camped out in her house, constantly pressuring her to choose a new husband. Did she pull out a spear and kill them all? No. That’s not what spartan women did. Did she start a war? Absolutely not. Instead, she employed the ultimate weapon: patience. She weaved and un-wove a shroud for years as a stalling tactic, keeping the suitors at bay. Sure, there’s no sword involved, but let’s be real: that takes more cunning than any weapon ever could. Spartan women are not known for fighting, but for surviving.

Penelope’s Spartan roots may have given her the ability to endure, to manage her household, and to outsmart the suitors who had overrun Ithaca, but we’re missing the point if we think that means she was out there battling it out like a heroine from some action flick. Her version of strength was mental, not physical. Instead of wielding a spear, Penelope wielded her intellect, her wit, and her ability to play the long game. If you’re expecting Penelope to start slaying suitors left and right, or charging into battle with a sword in hand, you’re setting yourself up for disappointment.

Pop culture would love to turn Penelope into a spear-wielding warrior queen, but the actual historical context is far more subtle and far more impressive. She was Spartan in the most meaningful sense of the word: resilient, strategic, and damn clever. Penelope did not need muscles at all. She had the power of endurance — something a spear can’t give you.