#this one right here is smart

[tojiscrack]

liar, liar megumi looking at his mom with his dad, his dad toji getting to be a father and a husband, his great uncle ougi zenin taking care of maki and mai, them being in touch with his godfather gojo, uncle geto comes over sometimes with his twins, sometimes he’ll see nanami, aunt shoko and the rest at birthday parties, his dogs bark around the house, his childhood bestfriend’s mom gossips with his mom, his childhood bestfriend’s dad comes back with strange artefacts (that only he would ask for) from the countries he’s been to, going to school, playing football, becoming bestfriends with nobara and yuji, finding out his bestfriend yuji has an older brother who has a weird tattoo on his nose, developing feelings for his childhood bestfriend, getting into the most dumbest situations that only HIS family would encounter, keeping at a safe distance from the zenins, family dinners at gojo’s place every friday, a happy family

… and then the lamp looks weird 🛋️.

(nvm ignore what i said, i count this as canon. what’s jjk? i only know liar, liar.)

liar, liar masterlist here:

what a great way to describe majority of the story…

and then the lamp starts to look weird 👀☕️

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

I know absolute jack concerning the lore of Sonic but here I am regardless, gripped in a chokehold by it

[stars-n-kites]

really an inexplicable train of thought but i feel like taako is the kind of person who in a modren era au would just decide to go to a shooting range and learn how to shoot a pistol for funsies, but would consider learning to spin the pistol all cool like they do in cowboy movies to be his first and foremost priority. like hes already bought a holster and the moment he is given a gun he immediately starts trying to twirl it. the instructor has to tell him to stop or theyll take the gun away from him. he keeps trying to lead the conversation back to it anyway because he really feels like theyre putting the cart before the horse here if hes learning how to shoot the gun before even knowing how to dramatically reholster it if he were to get in some sort of cowboy duel. hes actually really good at the shooting part but he gets kicked out of the class after his eighth guntwirling attempt in which he accidentally flicks the safety off mid twirl and shoots one of their light fixtures

[turtleblogatlast]

I think a lot about Leo’s tendency to push his way into the spotlight despite clearly being a natural in the shadows. Hell, you could argue that his worst moments are when he’s forcing himself onstage, and his best are when he does things no one notices until it’s already been done.

[bullagit]

due to personal reasons i am now firmly on team “i hope aziraphale does change heaven for the better actually (going on the assumption that his return is as straightforward as it seemed etc” 

like if the alternative is just this ohhh he’s so NAIVE and SOFT and so WRONG and he’ll have to LEARN A TOUGH LESSON etc etc nonsense then yeah 1000% go for it babe knock it out of the park

i hope choosing hope and kindness pays dividends. i hope the soft traits that made other characters continually disparage and underestimate him and his intelligence turn out to be his greatest assets bc i kinda don’t give a shit about a “toughen up it’s the only way everyone else knows better” life lesson for this character

(which like honestly a lot of the rhetoric is dismissive of the fact that persistent goodness in the face of an existence of disparagement takes great strength and that at the end of the day aziraphale has always been able to stand up in his own way)

[mortalscience]

[pepperpixel]

Initial drawings of that old man… I literally, I haven’t finished reading the book of bill yet!!! I had to stop and take a break for a week to feverishly draw fanart of myself petting fords floofy hair and giving him attention and shit…!!!! The urge was too great….!! I’ve literally. I had a crush on this guy the instant he was first REVEALED in the show, but I did not have the artistic prowess to draw good looking old men back then… but I do now… thank god… thank fucking god

[librarydilf]

this is one of those 'he would not fucking say that' moments for Alec, which is tragic because this is one of my FAVORITE possible solrook interactions. zero denial. apologizes and then keeps doing the same fucking thing. DELICIOUS!!

[ladysatoru]

Punk Hazard children & sanji

People like to say sanji was ooc/rude/selfish in the scene of biscuit room but I'd say that sanji wasn't any of those at all and he was right on point as usual

Now onto the scene, they were all asking around as to what that place was, a nursery? A daycare? A hospital? (See? speculation because the children were healthy and happy playing in a safe environment). Now Let's analyze the situation :

Context for the children : Sanji explicitly says that they didn't know if the kids're there for treatment or not... sanji's logic seemed reasonable to me because a hospital/treatment facility would be a boring place for a child and they'd naturally be homesick and wanna go outside (even if it's dangerous). They didnt know what was going on with the children. They didn’t even know about the existence of Caesar. Hell, they didnt know Caesar was a bad person until Chopper discovered drugs in the candy much much later. Also sanji's reasoning was explicitly stated, and even Nami agreed with him on the very next panel

context for the enemy : They had ZERO context at the time. Even if punk hazard was Sketchy and something WAS going on for sure, they didnt know what type of enemies they'll be facing. They didnt know about Caesar or doflamingo or who is there. Moreover sanji was the main combatant in that group and he had the responsibility of keeping them safe. And with sanji's tendency and foresight to take every possible bad outcome into consideration (that has saved the strawhats' butts several times that i wont elaborate here), it was obvious that he wouldn't take these children with them. Sanji is kind, not dumb.

Risk for the children : Again, when they realized it was a hospital, from their pov, it was a specialized facility for children with a rare disease. And taking 'patients' out of their safe sterilized environment could even kill those patients (they could get infected and/or spread the disease to others), esp in an island like punk hazard where it's like a warzone outside, half of the island is tundra while the other half is covered in LAVA. I'd say NAMI was the irrational one in that situation, because she decided to just barge outside in the snow with a bunch of supposedly sick kids not appropriately dressed or prepared for the weather. If kinemon did not have his dressup ability, the kids would've died from hypothermia. Secondly, The kids were very easy targets (given some of them are LARGE sized and they are literal CHILDREN) and if you consider vergo Monet etc showing up attacking the kids, all of the children would be dead INCLUDING THE STRAWHATS.

The children's condition : the group did break the children out and what happens? When the kids start going through withdrawals, they start attacking them. If Law wasnt present to form alliance and take chopper inside to find the antidotes... the children, nami usopp all would be dead because of nami's rash decision. They didn't even know how to restrain those children and almost died like 20 minutes into rescuing them.

The pirate stigma : even nami says it as she hands over the kids to tashigi (navy). A pirate crew carrying a bunch of children would just bring more risk and problems for both parties involved. (Again, she was impulsive in the biscuit room). They would be kidnappers if shit actually was different.

At the same time sanji is the one who risked his life to save the men and tashigi from the gas. He fought vergo, he saved kinemon, he protected his friends, he was perfect.

[musicalhog]

I feel like this says so MUCH.

can Pixar stop thinking about the audience plz

i'm tired of being catered to

[jishthefish23]

stone white 𓃦 dcst

𝟷: april showers

warnings: falling/breaking a bone • minor blood • near-hypothermia • unwaveringly sarcastic senku </3

notes: hihihi i did a thing :3 lmk if you like it pretty pls! it’s an oc x canon story (though the oc is hardly in this chapter lol, trust the process.) okie that’s all! enjoy the story <3

word count: 4114

“KILL ME NOW…” Senku Ishigami sighed, the words solely stemming from his exhaustion.

It’d been precisely twenty eight days since he broke out from his stone prison and he was already physically spent.

“Where’s the big oaf when you need him, huh?” the boy panted, talking to himself (as he had been since he woke up) and put his palm out.

A loud clap of thunder sounded moments before, and it didn’t take a rocket scientist to know a huge storm was about to hit.

Which was ironic timing, given the fifteen-year-old was in the middle of gathering wood for his future treehouse. You know, a house that would shelter him from storms like this one?

Oh well. It was just water, right?

Sure the impending rain was dropping the early spring temps, but he had just acquired clothes the day before, so he should be alright.

As the sky began to play its part in the water cycle, Senku payed no mind to the small drops on his shoulders. Instead, he continued looking for specific trees that fit the requirements for housing. No termites, no preexisting bird or wasp nests, etc etc.

He wandered a ways from his camp, adding up the best candidates that he’d chop down tomorrow, when the rain hopefully eases up. His poor noodle-arms shivered at the thought of such brutal manual labor, but he steeled himself in the end.

Another clap of thunder bellowed, along with lightning three seconds later, making Senku look up ever so slightly.

He mean-mugged the droplets hitting his face for a fraction of a second, before dropping his head and chuckling.

“Heh heh heh, logic says I don’t get to be mad when I’m the one who chose to wake up so close to the rainy season.”

He spoke with little regard for his lack of company; at least, that’s what he kept assuring himself.

Worrying about things like being alone for the rest of your life was a complete waste of time. He had real work to do, and right now? That work consisted of going back to his camp and staying under his small tent of branches and leaves, remaining as dry as possible.

“Enough recon,” he sighed and cracked his neck. “Time to go home.”

It was only a five minute walk back, but as Senku turned around to head in that direction, a rustling in the bushes from behind caused the scientist to freeze.

‘Was it the wind?’ his mind immediately raced. ‘No, the wind currents are mostly blowing through the treetops, and that noise ten billion percent came from the ground.’

Something about the shuffling bushes made every instinct in his body go on high alert.

He had to get to higher ground. Now.

Darting his smart head to the left, he saw a tree that even a stick like him could climb. For once it seemed the unlucky boy caught a break, who would’ve thought?

Using his newly crafted stone-world shoes, he stepped on branch after branch, pulling himself up onto one about three meters off the forest’s floor.

And right as he was about to breathe heavily from the physical exertion, a sight below made his breath catch (and die) in his throat.

A wolf. No, a terrifying looking wolf, leisurely stalked across the ground like he owned the land.

Senku shuddered at the thought of coming face to face with a predator like that. It wasn’t like he was a fast runner like Taiju, or a full blown animal whisperer like that pipsqueak he babysat.

No, all the youngest Ishigami had was his knowledge, and he knew to just let the wild animal pass on by and they’d all live happily ever after.

Sweat collected on the teen’s temple, despite the lowering temperatures and increasing rain. It was tense watching the wolf skulk around where the human had been standing, probably picking up on the foreign scent.

The rain continued to fall, and though Senku wasn’t soaked yet, if that dumb dog didn’t hurry up sniff-vestigating the dirt, the cold boy no doubt would be.

Finally, after what felt like another 3700 years, the wolf moved on and disappeared into the forest where it’d came from.

Senku waited another sixty seconds in the noisy rain before releasing the tightly controlled breath he’d been holding, sighing in relief when the predator left.

The boy leaned forward until both cheek and stomach were slumped against the tree branch.

“How exhilarating and very not exciting,” he muttered.

What can he say? He didn’t want to be dog chow after only just beginning his mission of reviving humanity. Can’t blame a guy for that.

He was just trying to survive, after all!

Although, sometimes in fast paced decisions to retain survival, we make mistakes. We may underestimate things, overlook details, or miscalculate them entirely.

That’s why when Senku glanced down at the bridge of his nose from the sudden feeling of something walking on it, his stomach dropped after his crossed eyes focused on the critter.

And as it would seem, poor unfortunate Ishigami had made a critical screw up the second he added his additional weight to a termite weakened branch.

Turns out, this wasn’t his lucky day after all.

And he realized it a millisecond too late.

“Oh shi—!”

The unforgiving, plot-convenient branch snapped.

Senku couldn’t even think in the irritatingly short time it took to fall three meters, but his subconscious was highly intelligent on its own.

His knee was going to hit the ground first, and a broken bone at this height was feasible, especially given his bad luck.

A comminuted patella fracture in the stone age would be game over for Senku, so if he was going to break anything—it had to be a clean break. There was no other way about it.

Shifting his leg into a bend, he knew that if the impact is localized and the knee is flexed when it hits, it ups the chances of a clean transverse fracture significantly.

Healing time? Around three months at best.

Pain level? To be determined.

Gravity? Fully functioning.

Floor? Incoming.

Senku braced his head as he crashed into the wet, rocky ground; the branch loudly crashed down beneath him.

What welcomed him was only the hard earth, a sharp crack, and blinding pain. Yeah, none of that was too great.

All in all, the fall lasted less than a second and wasn’t as fear inducing as a roller coaster, but the nerd had been right about guessing the Hell he just unwillingly signed up for.

A pained gasp left his shocked mouth. Good grief he’d never been in more pain in his life—and that’s saying something considering the boy has had rockets blow up in his face.

He instinctually coughed out a disbelieving laugh, unable to accept the reality of what just happened.

Stone world: 1, Senku: 0.

Closing his watering red eyes, the analyst forced his mind to ignore ignore ignore the physical pain and focus on what his options from here on out was.

He needed more information.

Could he move?

“OH—” he bit his tongue to end the profanities before they began. He wouldn’t want his little wolf friend coming back to investigate the sounds.

Senku huffed. Analysis conclusion: he couldn’t move one millimeter.

"Fantastic," he muttered dryly, voice completely hoarse.

His whole world took a swan dive within seconds and sucker-punched him in the face. Or more accurately, the knee.

Senku blinked up at the darkening gray sky through the rainstorm. His face twisted in a grimace that was one part humor and two parts agony.

"Perfect. Torrential downpour, no shelter, probably hypothermic in under an hour, given the sun setting five minutes ago...”

Both Senku’s muttering and breathing came in shallow gasps as he tried to shift again, a fresh spike of anguish tearing through his body.

"Of course it's the knee. Could've been an ankle sprain or a dislocated shoulder. But no, gotta go all out with a mobility crisis."

Senku did some core work, doing his best to sit up and make use of the quickly fading light. He needed to check for any visible damage.

And unfortunately—

“Blood,” he confirmed with his eyebrows knit tight.

He expected a hit like that against the ground was going to bust his skin open, but the sight made him uneasy. This was bad. Infection was astronomically high now.

“Wow,” Senku exhaled flopping back down from the pulsing pain. “It really hit the most inconvenient point of the entire human skeleton.”

Once again, he was smarting off to no one but himself.

“Real intelligent design, nature. Gold star,” he sardonically exhaled, passive aggression at an all time high.

The rain only worsened, further dampening his mood and drenching him to the core. It felt like a shower head had been set on the high-pressure mode and left to attack his entire body.

"Atmospheric pressure’s definitely dropped by about ten hectopascals in the last hour. Meaning lucky me gets the apocalypse-level rain early this year. Hooray,” he deadpanned up at the sky.

The boy could feel his humor slipping with each second the torturous suffering lingered. He had to move and find a way to seek shelter. He had to think, logically.

His scientific clarity would only last so long, and Senku wasn’t sure how much more he could tolerate before he succumbs to the pain and passes out.

He had to hold out. For his old man, for Taiju and Yuzuriha, for the rugrat, and for all of humanity.

"Okay, okay,” he calmed down slightly, channeling the adrenaline surge to keep his concentration.

“Assess damage again. Mobility: still zero. Pain: solid 9.6. Hypothermia onset,” he paused, feeling the brisk April winds be ruthless as they chilled his soaked self even more.

“Soon.. R-really soon.”

That was all he could bring himself to say out loud. But Senku knew the facts like the back of his hand.

Being drenched and lying in a puddle removes body heat thirty times faster than dry air. Even 10–15°C rain can strip heat rapidly, and the ground will conduct heat away from his body.

He’d be mildly hypothermic in half an hour, then moderately hypothermic in an hour and a half.

And if he stays here overnight…

Severe hypothermia is very likely. It’ll be potentially life-threatening come sunrise.

Senku wasn’t one to just take death lying down (though that seemed to be exactly what he was doing.) Time was crucial, he knew that.

But for the very literal life of him, he couldn’t get his leg to move.

It took about twenty painstaking minutes, but Senku crawled himself under a thicker nearby tree, and leaned against the trunk.

His chances of getting struck by lightning were higher now, but soaking on the forest floor’s most coveted puddle was zapping his body heat like crazy.

Shivering had started a while ago, and his drenched clothes clinging to his skin wasn’t doing him any favors, like he earlier assumed it would. Granted, he thought he would get lightly sprinkled on at most, before crawling under his primitive tent; not, well, this.

In the next ten minutes, he did all he could do to doctor the open wound. The work was slow, meticulous, and the dark had almost fully set in, making it stupidly hard to see. Still, he grit his teeth and managed to wrap it in a non-muddy piece of leather.

The adrenaline that had been briefly dulling the pain begun to wear off at the half hour mark, meaning the cold that had been pricking and biting, was now razor sharp and viciously gnawing.

And that was it, that was the best—and all—he could do. Whatever happened next was out of his numbed hands.

That realization hit him harder than he’d ever admit to the nonexistent people around him.

His thinking started to slow for the first time in eons.

Before he even realized it, another weak, bemused laugh echoed from his freezing lungs.

“Man… really thought… I had more than a month of survival in me…” he chuckled slowly, looking down at the fingers he can’t feel anymore.

A grin still hung from his lips as he tilted his head back against the tree. Senku didn’t know why it stayed there. That was just who he was.

Maybe it lingered from his hatred of getting visibly upset when things got tough—whiners are wieners and all that. Maybe he just didn’t want to frown and let himself have a pity party, because then that meant he really had given up.

The boy shrugged. Whatever. It was inconsequential and a waste of brainpower to think about.

“Sorry, Ko. Didn’t keep—keep my promise,” he shivered and looked up to the tree dropping big raindrops onto his fallen hair.

He mumbled out a laugh. “I kn-know. Pretty douche move on my part.”

‘Senku-pai Senku-pai Senku-pai!’ Ishigami remembered her accented words from the day the light struck. The ten-year-old little girl bombarded his eardrums, right after the big oaf left the science lab too.

Oh how he longed for a quiet afternoon with his gadgets and gizmos. But he understood that lovable chaos was part of having friends sometimes.

Unfortunately—she entered with that extraordinarily dumb nickname she refused to let wither and die.

Then again, even if she had, people like his dad would never let him live it down.

‘Dude, why are you at my school? Shouldn’t you be in class?’ he deadpanned at the short and choppy-haired kid.

She grinned so brightly, he was sure whatever her news was had to be exhilarating.

‘Mom picked me up because I finished my last class early and now she’s picking dad up from your teacher’s lounge, and I ran up here because,’ she heavily panted, catching her breath with a deep inhale. ‘It’s the best day ever!’

The lab coat clad boy raised an eyebrow, unimpressed as of yet, but still slightly intrigued.

‘And why is that?’

The child didn’t miss a beat.

‘WE’RE GETTING A PUPPY!’

Back then, Senku just blinked, staring into her flowery aura with a look that didn’t match her excitement one millimeter.

Frankly, he had no problem babysitting the kid for extra money. It came in exceptionally handy for the times Byakuya would ground him from using his beloved NASA credit card. (And said groundings almost always occurred after Senku’s failed machines would blow up in public parks. That costed the astronaut a small fortune every time.)

But when that kid pops up in his school life, well, she better be ready to work or he didn’t have time to converse.

He felt bad about that now.

Senku was always telling himself that science is about trial and error, and that being patient was a strong suit of his.

It was, to an extent.

But back then, he’d been so wrapped up in making that stupid gasoline concoction, he didn’t glance at the young girl another time.

‘Wowww, that’s ten billion percent amazing Yoko. I’ll create a personalized collar just for your new mutt,’ were the sarcastic words he cringed at currently.

Yoko, as he called her, was so excited she hadn’t noticed the mocking tone of his sentence, only smiling bigger and locking her inky black eyes onto the back of his head.

‘Really? You promise?!’

He scoffed, she was so much like Taiju he swore they were secretly related. But while Senku was lightly amused, he was hardly focused on her.

So he shrugged and continued tinkering on the machine atop his work counter.

‘Sure. Why not,’ he blankly stated.

A loud ‘Yay!’ sounded from her, followed by a biggg hug (she only reached his elbows) from behind the genius.

He chuckled briefly, patting her head once, maybe twice before going back to his project.

‘Uh huh. Now scram, I have to go watch two oblivious idiots confess their love for each other and try to not throw up in my mouth.’

Again, present day Senku winced at his outwardly harsh sounding words. Had he always been so condescending?

His head felt heavy, unable to cross reference that question with other memories and get a conclusive answer. But he did remember that by the time he turned around, the happy go lucky girl had bolted from the room.

Not even ten minutes later was when the petrification beam struck.

It was bone chilling to think about.

Or maybe it wasn’t the memories of his long-gone everyday life, and just the literal bone chilling temperatures around him.

He could hear his slowed labored breathing by now. It was so noisy, so disruptive. Was he actually getting agitated by his own—wait a sec.

Senku suddenly realized that noise was not coming from inside him, it was coming from beside him.

The fair-skinned boy turned a few shades paler.

He slowly turned his hazy eyes to look towards the left, and standing there, was none other than the exact wolf he had been hiding from.

‘Stay still, make yourself big. Or is that for bears? Ugh, head’s too scrambled right now.’

His brain had gotten their breathing mixed up, which was just great. He was getting foggier by the second.

This really had to be his own personal Hell for being so cold to the people close to him. Sure they all knew of his care for them, despite him hardly ever saying it.. but still.

“So… You my karmic justice or something?” Senku blandly asked the wolf, talking to the canine like he’d been talking to the monkeys ever since he woke up.

The wolf stared at him from about a centimeter away, sizing him up. He looked into Senku’s eyes for half a moment before moving on to sniffing the boy.

The black and white predator seemed less and less threatening, and more plain curious, which of course made the jumpy scientist laugh bitterly.

“Well jeez Mutt,” he spoke quietly while returning his heavy head to the bark behind him. “If I would’ve known you weren’t gonna tear my throat out I wouldn’t have climbed that damned tree.”

The wolf sniffed the kid’s injured knee, getting some blood on his snout, before jerking his head up and hightailing it out of there, leaving nothing but a bewildered Senku in his wake.

The know-it-all blinked a few times, sluggish and uneven. He stayed silent and stared into the pitch black darkness the animal ran into.

“So, I’m hallucinating now. How fun.”

Senku wasn’t sure how much time elapsed before he sighed and closed his eyes. It’s probably been close to an hour since he got his injury.

The boy sat there with his unmoving leg, critical thinking skills all but scrambled from the hypothermia. His indelibly human self wasn’t able to string together any MacGyver-level plans to save his own skin.

Senku kept drifting on and off; it gave him déjà vu from when he’d been trapped in the stone and almost lost consciousness then. At least back in that prison, it never turned him into a popsicle.

Ishigami would’ve laughed hard if he’d been aware enough to realize he was actually better off petrified.

But the absurdity of it all was lost in translation. And for better or for worse, that wasn’t the only thing that was absurd.

A wild animal leaving him completely unharmed seemed a little far fetched for the ever unlucky brat.

There were footsteps, and they were arriving fast and abruptly.

Senku's dimming eyes were half-lidded, but used all the strength they had as he traced the dark blur slicing through the sheets of rain. His glitching brain tried to process it fast: four legs, black and white fur, blue eyes.

The wolf. Of course. Seemed he was back with reinforcements. Senku could only think how that was accurate; nature was efficient like that.

"Figures," he slurred, breath fogging in the freezing mist. "Guess I’ll be.. dog chow.. after all."

But then arrived another shape. One that didn’t run like an animal in the slightest.

Boots skidded into his tunneling vision, caked in mud. Something upright, a figure, covered in a heavy rain coat. A scarf obscured the bottom half of their face, but with those wide eyes, darker than night—it was clear.

They were human.

Senku blinked harder than he had any other time in his life. He desperately tried to get those spots in his eyesight to disappear, that way he could confirm or deny one of his biggest questions: was he really alone?

‘Nope,’ the boy shut down that theory immediately. He still knew that in life or death situations, the brain can trick you into thinking you’ve been saved, when really, you’re just as stuck as you were moments ago.

‘Definitely hallucinating now.’

The girl—whether she was a mind trick, alien, or ghost—dropped to her knees beside him. Her hands flew to his face, trying to get him to look at her, but his eyes stopped being able to see, so he simply closed them. That seemed logical enough.

He was able to feel how much heat they were radiating on his face though, it immediately fought with the cold waging war against him.

She said.. something? Her mouth moved quickly, according to the warm breath on his cheek. It was definitely urgent, whatever it was. Senku couldn’t even tell if the words were in Japanese or not. It was just his brain slipping into a catatonic mode, unable to process any words from any language.

Senku couldn’t even tell if the words were in Japanese or not. Or was it just his brain slipping into a catatonic mode, unable to process any words from any language?

Oh well, he supposed that didn’t matter. His mind had long since begun to fizz out, like static over a weak, dying S.O.S. signal.

‘Guess this all had to happen someday,’ he thought numbly.

And just like that, he short-circuited.

The uncaring universe set off an E.M.P. inside his head. Every half formed plan and semi-helpful equation had been abandoned in the blackout.

Senku was unconscious.

The mysterious newcomer whispered curses under her breath at the development, using her fingers to open his eyelid and check dilation to make sure he was only asleep.

That was the case, and after checking his slowing pulse, the young woman knew there was only one thing to do.

The rain still dropped from the sky like someone was standing up in the clouds with a pressure washer.

She pulled the damp scarf down from her mouth, revealing a sharp jawline and shock-parted lips.

Two eyes burned like Polaris did every night, raking over the passed out boy.

Her voice hesitantly came out, low and shaken. All the same, it was filled with the resolve of a person who knew the pain of losing someone.

“Well...Guess I can’t leave your sodding self out here to freeze, right mate?”

Two gloved hands pulled on Senku’s arms as she leaned down. With a grunt of effort, she hoisted his torso up and over her shoulder, keeping hold of his good leg while the other hung limp.

Finally, the world’s best wolf made sure his person was ready, before running ahead, leading the way back home through the trees.

The girl with jet-black irises fearlessly turned toward the shadows of the well-known (to her) forest. They had to get to him safe, warm, shelter ASAP.

The raging storm muffled each splash they made on their run, and sometimes, they even got spoiled when a bolt of lightning lit their pathway.

It was only a ten minute walk, and an even quicker sprint.

She could do this. She could ignore the burning pain in her limbs, she’d do it happily for him—that geek-and-a-half that made such an impression on her worldview growing up.

It’d been so long, her eyes definitely teared up at some point, but the thunderstorm kindly took the initiative and washed it away.

After six hard years in the stone world, she is not a little girl anymore.

But on the bright side, it’d been a while since Yoko Yoshikawa acquired a new friend.

When her warmly lit cabin came into view, she couldn’t forget the words permanently burned into her skull, from the very first time a smirking thirteen-year-old Senku said them to her.

‘This is exhilarating—get excited!’

when people like @bloodchapell @annarobszombies @umikawa and so many more post super duper cool dr stone stories, i’m like… well dang i wanna post super duper cool dr stone stories too, and so, i’m trying to!

ANYWAYS Y’ALL HELPED INSPIRE MY BRAIN WITH YOUR PRETTY WORDS SO TY AND YAYYY, CHAPTER ONE’S DONE RAHHHH 🗣️

i don’t currently have a pinterest board/spotify playlist for yoko yet, but hopefully i will soon!

also it’s probably obvious that the title is a play on snow white (who y’know, is great with woodland creatures) but i still wanted to point it out hehehe

well, i hope you liked this chapter, in the next one you’ll really get to meet yoko (and the wolf!)

alright that’s all i got for you today, stay safe, stay street, and i'll catch you later 💙

𓃦 𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𓃦

[statementlou]

https://www.tumblr.com/louisupdates/754934426217152513/goodbye-faith-in-the-future-world-tour-272024?source=share

did he or did he not lose fans then?

I will answer this because this anon actually brings a concrete question to the table rather than just "hurhur but you're a larrie??" (tell me you can't actually refute any of our points…). Anyway this post shows the decrease in Louis instagram followers between the screenshots taken directly after the release of Faith in the Future in Nov '22, when he changed his bio to promote that album and the tour tickets, and now, when he changed it again to mention the current release. But I'm putting that response under a cut because I'm tired of the actual POINT of all this nonsense getting lost in a sea of made up things people insist are important:

There is no rational argument you can make to say that Louis has less fans now than he did 2, 4, or 6 years ago. You don't need a spreadsheet of details you need to USE YOUR EYES! He has gone from filling theaters to filling arenas and stadiums. His second album made a higher chart position than his first album. His festival has doubled in size EVERY year of its existence. And for that matter: his insta post engagement numbers remain about the same (despite the fact that older posts should have way MORE likes due to having been there longer, even aside from follower counts.) SO WHO FUCKING CARES ABOUT HIS INSTA FOLLOWER NUMBER???? Serious question: what does the word "fans" mean if these things aren't what matters? ALL of this quibbling about what he should do to make things better and people can't even see that THINGS AREN'T BAD.

Anyway to address the specific question- (con't......)

NO- HE DID NOT LOSE FANS. HE LOST SOME INSTA FOLLOWERS. THESE ARE NOT THE SAME THING. As I said above, literally what does it mean to lose fans if that number change coincides with him having higher sales, more audience members, and higher engagement than ever before? Whatever he lost ISN'T FANS. I wouldn't be surprised if a significant factor was something like a bot purge, but also yes: I'm sure a lot of casuals followed him around the time of his big album release and later unfollowed him. That's extremely normal because that's how casual engagement works, and why the definition of fan really matters. Louis and his team understand this and have referenced it repeatedly, talking about how lucky he is to have *us* specifically, to have the kind of dedicated fanbase he has, to have the KIND of fans he does who will allow him to do what HE wants. @dogsliampaynedoesntinstagram named the issue of depth vs breadth with regard to fans a long time ago, and pointed out why having DEPTH is so much more important. It's like this- artists who are on top 40 radio have more numbers on things like insta follows, and for a time on sales and tickets. But those aren't FANS- they're people with a casual interest. And as soon as that person isn't being forced in their ears 10x a day, those people lose interest and stop supporting them, stop buying stuff and unfollow, and those artists end up doing the 'opener on the jingle ball' circuit rather than their own tours. One Direction as a whole, and Louis maybe most of all or near to at this point, have something MUCH MORE VALUABLE than that- DEPTH FANS. Louis has fans who will support him even if he takes years to release music, or stops parading around with a pretend girlfriend to stay in the headlines at least once a month, or completely changes his image and genre, and that is UNHEARD OF. It's ASTONISHING and worth SO MUCH MORE. And they get that! THAT is why he always bragging about us, why industry people he works with are always so agog about us, why he will do anything for US- not for randos. He is also growing his breadth- and it's OBVIOUSLY WORKING whatever his follower counts are, but that is always going to be secondary to doing things for THE FANDOM because that is his sustainable business model. That is what keeps him onstage and reaching number one. And not coincidentally, the things they do are also working to grow that- much more valuable- commodity. So the fact that that's exactly what these chuckleheads complain about- that he does things that are just fandom facing or serving rather than everything being aimed at recruiting casual fans- does nothing but betray how completely they, unlike Louis and his team, misunderstand the actual drivers of his (actual, existing, happening) success. Luckily for Louis, he and his team rely on their own data harvesting (they do a LOT of it) and growth metrics (they're off the charts) rather than the smug assumptions of random (mostly quite new to this) fans and the few bitter people leading the complaining about everything Louis does.

[aethersea]

hey gang when Moiraine swears fealty to Siuan by name, rather than swearing to obey the Seat, are we meant to understand that as something of a metaphor, or did that really happen? like. did she say those words out loud in front of the whole assembled high council, or did she repeat the oath verbatim and we, the audience, are just being treated to a little glimpse into the way she and Siuan actually understand it, despite all the things they can never show before anyone else?

[trappedinafantasy37]

All forms of media (video games, TV shows, art, movies, books, etc) are all meant to be social and/or political commentaries. In fact, I can't think of an example of a recent creation that isn't political in some way. And Baldur's Gate 3 is not an exception. It is political. And if you think it is not, it is because you are not paying attention, or you are failing to extrapolate the lessons of the game into real life. One of the points of fiction and entertainment is to provide us with a safe way to view and interact with the evils of the world. To show us how evil happens to begin with, and how it is allowed at all. If we can see what evil looks like, and how it comes to pass, then we will be able to recognize it in real life and potentially stop it.

No, I'm not saying that Larian made this game to be a commentary of the US specifically. The things that happen in the game are happening somewhere in the world. Right. Now. It is fantasy for some, but reality to many others.

There is a reason why so many people, most especially women, flock to a character like Astarion. And no, it's not just because he's a pretty bad boy vampire. But because millions of women (and men) in the world understand what it's like to be sexually assaulted. To be enslaved. To be someone's property and a toy. To be used and abused and denied your autonomy. To scream and cry and yell and shout and beg for mercy from the gods. But no one is listening. No one cares. And they say that it is all your fault. Women cling to him because they find comfort in his story and they see a reflection of themselves in him. And they have extrapolated his character into their personal lives to help them heal from their traumas. Astarion is not real. But he represents the millions of people in the world who have been raped.

There are many different ways you can interpret Shadowheart's story, but I always found it to be an allegory for queerness / transness. She knows who she is deep down, but she has been beaten and indoctrinated over and over to believe that who she is wrong. Everytime she exerted a will of her own, she was forced into conversion therapy and had her mind wiped so she can be reprogrammed. And when that began to fail, her god inserted a permanent tether into her soul. To remind her that god is always watching, and will punish her for her sins. Shadowheart rejects Shar because she feels that she is in a safe environment to do so. That those who are around her will not judge her, ridicule her, or treat her like she ha a moral failure for just being who she is. But that rejection comes at a price where she has to choose her parents or chronic pain for the rest of her life. But if Shadowheart does not feel safe to live as herself, she goes into the closet forever and denies herself and has to put up an act for as long as she may live. She forces herself to subscribe to this dogma because she feels she has no other choice, and to be a blind follower means to be without pain. Shadowheart is not real. But she represents the millions of gay and trans people in the world who have been outcasted and abused by religion and the law. Where they feel it safer to deny who they are, then run the risk of the wrong person finding out who they love.

The grove conflict, is a very real reality right now. Innocent people are experiencing a genocide. And the people conducting such genocide have framed these innocent people as evil monsters. These actual literal genocidal lunatics truly to their core believe that they have the god given right to kill these innocent people because they are an affront to their god and that the land they occupy does not belong to them. There are children in the world right now who are burning alive in a genocide because the people who are burning them believe these children to have been born evil. Of course they claim that these refugees are hiding weapons of mass destruction, how else are they going to justify destroying safe places like schools, hospitals, and actual refugee camps? And the people who have the power to do something to protect these innocent refugees, would rather they be tossed out and left vulnerable to their murderers, because that is more convenient than helping them. That the people who can help are purposefully closing their borders, because they too see these refugees as lures for danger. The tieflings are not real. But they represent the millions of Palestinians and many others who are dying in a genocide right now.

And this man is not real, but he is the president elect of the United States. Gortash won. The Absolute won.

And I wish we had a simple and easy explanation of 72 million Americans have tadpoles in their brains and were forced to vote for Gortash. But in reality, not everyone in the Absolute had a tadpole. Not everyone was a True Soul. A mass majority were willing participants of the Absolute. They never once communed with the elder brain and have never received direct orders from it. They saw what the Absolute is, they saw what it can do, and it was not a deal breaker for them. They chose to follow along with it willingly, thinking that the Absolute was here for them. They were not mind controlled, but they were brainwashed in their own way. And for those who are not brainwashed, they simply do not care. They want to revel in the Absolute's cruelty and how it is going to hurt the people of the world because they themselves want to deal the cruelty.

Gortash is a slaver and a tyrant and he is very up front and in your face about it. He feels no guilt, he feels no shame, and he is well aware of how he induces suffering on those around him. And the moment he became Archduke, he slaughtered everyone who got him into power because he didn't want to share it nor run the risk of them turning against him. You may be able to make a deal with Gortash but he was never going to keep up his end of the bargain. Just like an embraced Durge betrays their romance partner, Gortash would have betrayed you (and even Durge). Because tyrants do not share, and they do not step down. Tyrants are not just tyrants only on day one or for just one term. They are tyrannical always and will do everything they can to stay in power permanently. Tyrants do not play fair. They get into power through perceivingly legitimate means. But when you find out it wasn't legitimate, it's too late. They've removed your ability to not only remove them from power, but prevent you from getting anyone else to replace them.

Gortash didn't just come from nowhere. He has been a duke in the city for a very long time. People know who he is and what he is about. The people at his coronation were there out of genuine support for him, knowing exactly who he is and saw no issue with what he was doing because they all benefited from it. The only one at that coronation who was not a willing participate, was Ulder Ravengard (A BLACK MAN). Gortash used a literal puppet government to get himself into power and silenced all dissent.

I do not know about you, but who Gortash represents was pretty damn obvious to me. The game demonstrated how people like Gortash can get into power at all and remain in power. Gortash manipulated people's fear of the world, and he used religion to do it. He implemented the Steel Watch and militarized the police, and to have constant surveillance on the people. Where any slight transgression will be met with hostility, and the people will cheer because they see violence as a necessary means of keeping the peace. Where if you just didn't step out of line, then maybe the Steel Watcher wouldn't need to pulverize you in the street. He uses the media and is constantly pumping out propaganda to love him. He created a problem, news of the problem spread, and then he sold a solution. He promised to keep everyone safe, protected, and made promises of law and order against this unruly chaos (a chaos he created). Where any opposing opinion is othered and regarded as being too radical to be a sane or legitimate opinion. He enslaved a group of racial minorities and used the livelihoods of their children as collateral. And instead of putting the blame on the slaver, radicals like Wulbren put the blame on the slaves.

The events surrounding Gortash and the Absolute have been unfolding here in the States for a very long time and all of this did not just come out of nowhere. This didn't just start happening 8 years ago in 2016, this was decades in the making and there is still plans for more to come. This wasn't an accident, everything is working by design.

Gortash is not real. But Donald Trump is. That should scare you.

[apolloccentric]

Heeehee. Cosmosdex/Fortuna spoilers abound!! I reaally really like the whole Yu reveal. like REEEEALLY like. theyre fun to draw as a bonus!

[fisheito]

When the exploration auto-select puts both my yakumos and both my morvays on one team and i have to manually break them up to distribute amongst other teams like freeze-dried rations