#the banana writes shit

[monsterhugger]

i'll always prefer manga canon banana fish bc i think setting it in the 80s means there are a lot of things present that add to the story that are absent when it's set in the 2010s (homoerotic 80s action movie outfits, griffin being implied to have been drafted vs joining the military by choice, general lack of cell phones or computers usable by the general public, etc) but i think there's something to be explored in the idea that ash is going through all this during the AIDS crisis AND the satanic panic. like obviously there would be fallout in the 2010s but we get like two pages in the manga about the government's reaction to dino's operation being exposed and like. oh my god it would be fucking insane. it would be so much more fucking insane than we ever see

like i think yoshida made a very conscious decision to avoid mentioning any real politicians so the president is kind of this like. nebulous fictionalized US President character but like. imagine if it was fucking Reagan denouncing a pederasty ring with ties to the republican party. like. what even.

ash makes like one mention of "if i had [an STD] it would have spread through half of congress" and that hits like a ton of bricks. there were already cases of right-wing politicians found to be HIV+ from presumably consensual gay sex, imagine the added wrinkle of credible connections between the US government and a gay child trafficking ring. like. oh my god being gay in the banana fish universe would suck even more absolute shit

[pixlokita]

Likes are lovely, reblogs are even lovelier but you know what really makes people’s day? Commenting !! Or heck even leaving tags TTwTT specially with writing ;v; a lot of writers on tumblr get so little interaction and it feels somewhat unfair because so much work goes into their stories y’know? Idk just getting that off my chest rn 🙏💖 it makes me sad to see them getting little to no attention when they pour so much detail into everything

[maldupay]

fuck i need to replay isat because i cant remember anything but um something something siffrin's increasingly concerning comments through the acts on losing his appetite -> getting violently hungry -> having tear induced nightmares about cannibalizing his friends

[krazys-ass-emporium]

So um

I finally finished Banana Fish.

I need a moment

Or ten

[courtney-deserved-better]

new longfic is currently at 7 chapters and 25k words!

[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

So I was reading articles about John Hurt (as I do when I procrastinate on life in general lol) and I saw a still shot of a movie I’ve never seen still shots of before; so I looked it up. It’s a play. I was worried I wouldn’t find it in full online; but I did, so here it is in all its glory:

He’s just… ugh I want to gently hold his face in my hands he’s just so sad and lonely with his weepy voice and eye bags. I couldn’t process half of what he said but I think this is a warning about always speed-running through life to get to the next good thing. We should appreciate the moment; because in the end, we’ll have nothing at all but our memories. If we rush through life, we won’t have any memories to keep us warm at night when the chill of death creeps up on us in our old age.

Also, spool, spooooooooooollll…….

spoooooooooooooooooooooolllllll [cackles in mentally unstable]

@kaleidoscopr @theindo @possessedbydevils @randomtwospirit

[hanaasbananas]

i'm ten years old, lying on my stomach on the betak floor at my uncles house. above me, the ceiling fan whirs but does nothing to cool the stiflingly hot air. my cousin inserts a dvd into the computer and settles down beside me, passing me the bowl of hot and crunchy besan coated fries. the movie that we watch is called vivah, and i am completely mesmerised as i watch shahid kapoor and amrita rao's characters meet for the first time. nobody had ever told me that an arranged marriage could be like this before...

i'm twelve years old and my cousin might be getting engaged. i wonder what the boy will look like, will he be handsome like my cousin is pretty? will he come with his family and then talk to her privately to see if they like each other? i wonder if mum will let me in to see him too. i'm confused then, when my cousins parents, and my uncle go alone to see the boys family. the whole house is filled with a nervous energy as we wait for them to come back, and when they do, they bring sweets. baat pakki! they say we've settled it!. I ask mum when my cousin will see her new fiance. on their wedding day, she says, as if its the most obvious thing in the world. her in laws will visit, of course but he won't, not until the wedding. i watch my cousin as she is fed mithai in mubarak, as she ducks her head and hides a pleased smile and wonder how she can so implicitly trust that she will like the man her parents have chosen for her.

i'm sixteen years old and all of my friends are in relationships, with guys in school or outside school. these days, the only topic of conversation seems to be bets on when one of them will finally realise her best friend is in love with her, or what dates everyone has been on. when we hang out during our free periods together i zone out and daydream about having a boyfriend of my own. I daydream about someone who my mother would approve of, someone who sits next to me with my friends at school, who lets me rest my head on his shoulder and who spends hours on the phone talking to me in the evenings and doesn't find me weird, or annoying, or ugly. in all of my daydreams, i never see a face, or hear a voice but somehow, i feel comforted nonetheless.

i'm eighteen and as my cousins mehndi function begins to wind down, i start to look for my friend, who had disappeared halfway through the ceremony after she'd had her turn to apply oil to my cousins hair and stuff a mithai in his mouth. she isn't inside with the aunties having the dholki and i try to act nonchalant as i pass everyone sat on the charpai's in the dark yard, laughing and enjoying themselves. i ignore their laughter and chatter, the sound grating on my already frayed nerves. the function was fun, but i can't wait for everyone to go home so that the house will finally be quiet and i can relax and stop worrying about being perceived. eventually, i find my friend sitting alone on the roof, but don't go up to her. her husband called, i'm told, so instead i sit down, i look up at her silhouette against the dark night sky and imagine what it will be like when i am married. one day, i think. one day that will be me sitting on the roof talking to my husband. i wonder if he will come to pakistan with me to see my family and if we will escape to the roof for a reprieve together at night, or if i will be alone when i talk to him, connecting to him through a call across oceans, and countries and time zones.

i'm twenty one years old and the thought of marriage is terrifying. my mother tells me to start seriously looking

for the first time in my life, i don't like my dad. i think of the way he treated my mother during their marriage, of how he cheated and left, and how my mother left everything behind to marry him. how she left her family and her country, had to adjust to a new language and a new home and a spouse who did not respect her. i weep for hours the day that i find out that she would lie to her brothers and mother back home about how she was struggling after the separation simply because she knew it would break their hearts to not be able to come to her and help. I think of marriage and am overcome with terror because what if the man chosen is only doing it to appease his parents, like my dad did? i don't mind giving up on love but will my husband respect me? or will he grow to resent me and leave me by the wayside?

i'm twenty four years old and the song tu jhoom makes me cry on the bus to work. Jo hai tera lab jayega, kar ke koi bahana//what is yours will come to you, through any excuse. the line reverberates through my head all day as i run phonics catch up sessions and work with the children in my class. lab jayega, lab jayega...but when? in the evening, i pray to Allah, say that i'm trying to be patient but i'm struggling. everyone around me is getting married, i see so many in my community having 'arranged' marriages when they've actually been seeing their partners for years already and wonder if this is the new normal. have i missed my chance to meet someone? will i end up marrying someone who settles because they couldn't marry the person they wanted? i think of my sister, who had three children by the time she was my age and wonder if i should simply give up on the idea of marriage entirely.

i'm twenty six years old, and my family throws a surprise birthday party for me after work. surrounded by them all i feel content and so, so loved. the hastily decorated cake makes me laugh so hard i snort and for once i don't feel self conscious about my appearance in photos. my cousin gifts me a photo scrapbook of my life and halfway through she writes about how many more pages i have left to fill. i thank her, but privately think about how untrue that is. there's nothing exciting to look forward to in the forseeable future.

i'm twenty six years old and i've given up on finding a rishta. i've lost count of how many have fallen through after the initial conversation because of silly nitpicking she's too short, too dark skinned, too old (two months older than the boy) she was raised by a single mother? oh no.

my younger cousin starts looking for a rishta and i joke that she'll get married before me and i tamp down on the worry that that might be true. maybe marriage just isnt in my naseeb, and i'm happy enough with my life right now who needs marriage and kids anyway? in fact, i'm already looking forward to my twenty seventh birthday when i can have a cake that has the quote from pride and prejudice on it I'm 27 years old. I've no money and no prospects. I'm already a burden to my parents. And I'm frightened. i try to convince myself that i mean it.

of course, thats when it all changes

[missbluesunflowersstuff]

Gotham War in three words: Gaslight, Gatekeeper, Gotham 💖💖💖

[charcubed]

Me, writing a meta post a couple weeks ago: In Amsterdam, Jamie teaches and shows Roy how to reach something real he previously didn't fully believe existed (windmills). All of the windmill material, combined with how Jamie referred to Keeley and Roy as being "real," seems to add up to a metaphor for how Jamie will show both of them the way to something realer and larger-than-life that they didn’t previously believe was possible (aka a poly relationship).

Episode 3x11, playing a song while Keeley and Roy follow Jamie as he inadvertently and then deliberately brings them home:

🎶 Well, it seems so real, I can see it And it seems so real, I can feel it And it seems so real, I can taste it And it seems so real, I can hear it

So why, can't I touch it? 🎶

Me: 👁👄👁

[evildilf2]

No idea how fucked up I’m allowed to make my thesis. How do I ask that question without sounding like a little weirdo…

[myersesque]

speaking of sims holidays,,, i love giving them regional holidays. obviously i can't do it as accurately for other countries but like. the sims 4 feels very American™, in the architecture of most worlds, the school setup, the terminology, sometimes even the fashion - and obviously, yknow, england is also a western country that has quite a lot in common with america (due to the whole colonialism thing), but is still A Different Country and quite different in more ways than people really expect it to be, and like. i enjoy making my sims feel kinda like they're from here, even if i don't always have the energy to build them a british house or mod in school uniforms or whatever. sometimes it's just fun to add bonfire night to the yearly calendar. maybe someday i'll reinstall the royalty mod and make a whole thing of the queen's jubilee lmao

[jlf23tumble]

I think the fact they have this obscene amount of money allows me to believe they're still together. In spite of their crazy schedules that keep them continents apart, this does not mean they don't see eachother all the time. Traveling for them is not like us poor people. They don't have to arrive at the airport 3 hours before flight with layovers in random cities. They can get chauffeured direct to a private jet that in hours flys them to wherever the other one is.

About them not being photographed together, well we don't get pictures of what could be their actual relationships either. Unless you think Brad and Harry are a thing?

This is just BEGGING for a toilet shot, but I'm gonna let it slide for a quick sec because this is what I mean, this is where it all starts tilting into ao3 land, only from 10 years ago. For sure, they have a shit ton of money, they could fly anywhere, but is that what's really happening? Like, if you had to weigh the options of what's going on when you see one in one city, the other in another one, there's a five-hour-plus time difference or whatever, they're spotted with multiple people in whatever place they're meant to be in, but you're still clinging to the idea that private jets are whisking them into a city, 100000% unspotted/unnoticed, then back again xx hours later?? Like, constantly and consistently? Reminds me of the old days (well, I guess the current days for some) and the lack of object permanence, ooh, we haven't seen Harry in 24 hours, he's OBVIOUSLY in [insert name of city where Louis's on tour], waiting in a hotel room. Uh oh, turns out he was working on some other project we didn't know about because we aren't on his team or sharing his google calendar? Doesn't matter, he wasn't unspotted on main for an hour, ipso facto, he was with Louis!

Look, if everything else was lining up, all the other points that are spelling out in this precise moment that this isn't rock-solid #husbands, #theyneverbrokeup, maybe I could buy it, but it isn't! And since you asked, I think Brad's actually a symbol of something much, much sadder (at least in the story in my own mind), but rather than getting up in google's ass to track flights to prove that Harry's somehow magically teleporting into Boston or wherever, yeah, I sure would rather read someone's riDICKulous bradrry proof post, it beats the new spin on the ole airport trickeroo of yore

[internalriot]

fellas im so enamored it’s making me stupid

[stillcominback]

🧜🏾‍♀️🐚🐠

[chaoslynx]

Chapters: 1/1

Word Count: 2091

"Ash," he says, and for maybe the first time, Ash thinks he might hear hesitance in Blanca's voice.

"Hm?"

"Why do you think I was told there was no need to teach you restraint?"

Ash swallows. "Dino's never been much for restraint," he says, a bit of a dry laugh escaping from his lungs. "I'm not surprised. Not really."

"Does any other reason come to mind?"

Ash is silent at that. He doesn't know what to say. He doesn't know if he ever has. Not to Blanca.

"Little Lynx," Blanca says, and his voice is about as gentle as Ash has ever heard it. He's thrown back, suddenly, to a seedy motel room and a panic attack and the first kind touch on his skin in years.

Ash's breath is shaky, so he doesn't even bother trying to respond.

"I was told—and can confirm from my time watching you—that there is no need to teach you restraint, or how to go easy on someone. In fact, it took everything in me to train as much as that as I could out of you."

"What do you mean?" Ash croaks.

"Given the choice, you always chose forgiveness."

Blanca gains self-awareness.

[hisfearlesshaz]

I feel like we don’t believe that this is true enough sometimes, so here’s a reminder :)