#this post gave tumblr whiplash

[junipernight]

I HAVE THOUGHTS ON THIS SUBJECT

As a child, I was deathly afraid of Dracula . So, naturally, I gave a lot of thought to what I would do if a vampire ever tried to enter my bedroom while I was sleeping.

Was it better to have the door shut, so that the sound of the knob turning and hinges creaking would wake me up?

Or was it better to have the door open, so that if I woke to find a beastly menace looming over me, the door would be one less obstacle on my way out?

I waffled on this subject. I usually left the door just barely ajar.

I finally got a conclusive answer on closed vs shut when I least expected it, during Community Emergency Response Training from the local fire chief. Mr. Fire Chief said we were all idiots if we slept with our bedrooms door open, not because of intruders (vampiric or otherwise) but because of smoke inhalation. People tend to be overconfident that they would wake up if their building caught fire. They don't account for the fact that smoke/carbon monoxide puts you to sleep. Smoke inhalation kills more people in house fires than fire itself. Ergo, if you shut your bedroom door and a fire starts somewhere else in the building, you are more likely to hear the fire or the smoke alarm, wake up, and survive.

[beautifulpersonpeach]

Peach..

I miss him so so much.

Can you gush about Jimin ?

Love how you wrote about him.

Thank you so so much in advance.

Whenever you are free. No pressure.

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Hi @misslauwie

When your ask came in weeks ago, something in my chest squeezed a little. Because god yes I miss him too. Sometimes it feels like the whole world is kinda 'off', like everything is 'wrong', like we're all stuck in a holding pattern of sorts... And for anyone who thinks that's too dramatic, no it's not. Look around you. The world is kinda fucked, and the reason is because Jimin isn't on stage right now seducing the crowd performing like rent is past due, dancing his heart out, and singing like the fallen angel he is.

It's hard for me to talk about him these days though... I mean, there's always so much to say when it comes to Jimin, but the words don't form quite right for me these days.

Is it alright for me to simply post some pictures I come back to when I miss him and jikook?

Assuming I have your permission, that's what this post is going to be about.

(they cuddle)

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There's this one from his last live before enlisting. Bare-faced, in an all black hoodie and beanie outfit looking hot as hell. It's the way he's giving 'Korean skaterboy who moonlights as a hacker', but at the same time he comes across as responsible, capable, and real. Cute too.

But lol, maybe that's just what I see when I'm biased.

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Who else gets stuck looking at his eyes?

There's always so much to say about Jimin because literally everything about him could yield its own thesis. From the range and depth in his stage personas; to how pretty his body features are, before they morph into something more... deviant; to his voice that polarizes and entraps every audience. There's so much to talk about when it comes to Jimin, but I keep coming back to his eyes...

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(This gave you whiplash didn't it :))

He's always known exactly what to do and how to do it.

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Jimin is giving 70s cult leader in this shot and it's a fave. He's too modest to ever ask, but we all know we'd join a commune for him if he pulled that zipper down a little lower.

Anyway. Does anybody know why he likes this pair of shoes so much? I've always found them a bit ugly, but somehow, he makes it work. And it's clear he likes them a lot since he wears them all the time. But like... why?

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Another picture I stare at on days when I miss jikook jikooking, is this one.

It's the moon in the shot that does it. The lines and symmetry, the afterglow of the sunset, Jimin's wide curved back, Jungkook focused on him, Jimin focused on him too, the fact someone else saw them like this and took this picture. They could've been chatting about what they'd like to eat for dinner or some other mundane thing, but it's the care and focus they show for each other that comes through so clearly for me in this shot.

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This one has a place in my gallery because it's peak jikook.

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As is this one:

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Anyway.

Down bad for Baby G.

Imagine if PJM2 has a track like Set Me Free Pt 2 + Tony Montana... imagine the cataclysm it will cause in k-pop, imagine the havoc this cutie patootie pie will cause.

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Sigh.

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One day, when I find the words, I'll try to write about all the ways he charms. I owe a kind person from Tumblr (KPFT) a post about him.

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In 2025, he'll be a 30 year old man desperate to get back on stage. And lord, I just hope everyone is ready.

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This is the last one.

I come back to this picture sometimes because back then, they really did just have eyeliner and a dream. He gave his all right from the start and has created life-changing art. It's endearing to know he's both a bit of a workaholic and can be lazy too... and to know he still sleeps the exact way - like this:

...and this:

..and this:

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@misslauwie I miss him too. Also miss Jungkook and the rest of the tannies. For Jimin, it makes me very happy that at least, Jungkook is with him.

He'll be back soon. 💜

[anothermansjeans]

Read Your Mind

aaron hotchner x fem!reader

a/n: hello babes! i had originally posted this on patreon but wanted to share it with tumblr as well (ik i said it’d take like 2 weeks but here she is)! i’ll be writing the smut scenes to this fic and those will be patreon exclusives so if you wanna become a member it’s in my bio :)

wc: 1.1k

cw: implied sex, dry humping mention ?? i think that’s it!

inspiration: read your mind by sabrina carpenter

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To say Y/N was frustrated would be an understatement. The constant mixed signals she has received from Aaron would make whiplash seem less painful, and she wasn’t being over dramatic.

When she first developed what was once a small crush— and is now almost what she thought was love— for her boss, she wouldn’t have ever thought he’d have even an ounce of any sort of romantic feelings for her, but after a drunken night out with the team and coming to the realization that they lived not even two buildings away from one another, confessions and heavy petting were exchanged. The next morning after mutual hungover groans were exchanged throughout the bullpen, Hotch called her into his office and made it very clear that lines were crossed… but also stated he had enjoyed himself. The confusion had begun there. Knowing he wasn’t typically one for physical contact, the feeling of him placing his hand onto her hand that rested on top of his desk sent a shock through her system. She enjoyed it, she really enjoyed it, but within thirty seconds of that contact he had also said how he needed her to get back to her desk— he needed to be alone to work.

Y/N brushed it off after that. Nothing was going to happen— Aaron liked what they did, but clearly didn’t want to pursue anything. That was understandable, and it would’ve stayed understandable if he kept up with the professionalism. Lack of said professionalism happened during a case in New York. Everyone had to share a room with someone except for one, and when it came down to pairing off Emily and JJ went off with each other, Derek and Spencer assumed they’d be the second pair, and Rossi claimed the solo room for himself. That left Y/N and Hotch with each other. It was very awkward for the first hour, but they slowly warmed up to each other again.

If anyone told Y/N that she would be having sex with Aaron that night she would’ve laughed in their face, and if anyone told her that they’d wake up in each other’s arms and bask in the warmth, she would’ve sent them to a mental institution. But it happened. After one too many glances they inevitably gave in, and that morning was a lot less awkward than the morning after their drunken dry humping.

But the cycle with Hotch continued after that. They’d share secret kisses, he’d tell her very sternly to get to work. They would spend the night with each other, he’d say they shouldn’t see each other for a while just to call her in the next night or two. At this point, she figured he was lonely but didn’t want to commit. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could play this game with him, and she would continue to mull it over in the early hours at the office before anyone else was there, stirring her coffee in the kitchenette until she felt a strong pair of hands touch her waist.

“I miss you.”

His voice was raspy, like he woke up not too long ago and just came in. She knew his statement was referring to the small break in seeing each other he had suggested, and the thought of it made her upset, causing her to place her coffee on the counter and turn around, crossing her arms.

“I can’t read your mind.” Her statement caused him to lift an eyebrow, forcing her to elaborate. “I’m a profiler, and for the love of God I cannot read what the hell is going on in your mind. You say that we need to stop and then you call me whenever you deem it’s a good time. You know we’re crossing a line here, make that very clear, but still see me in a romantic setting. I can't read your mind.”

His hands had dropped from her waist, and he took a step back. “There’s nothing to read here, Y/N. I thought we were together.”

She scoffed, causing him to wince, “then why the fuss, Aaron? Why are you saying things but doing the opposite? Why the mixed signals?” She waited a minute, staring back at him, waiting for him to say something, but when he didn’t, she grabbed her coffee and started to take off.

“Wait.” He hooked his hand around her elbow, causing her to turn back to him. “You’re right. I’ve screwed up. I don’t know what I’m doing half of the time— I don’t typically date, but Y/N, I’m not lying when I say that there is no one else I would want to be experiencing this with. I was actually hoping that you’re it for me.”

A small part of her wanted to laugh in his face. After countless days trying to read what the hell was going on in his mind, this wasn’t even on the forefront of the mental list she compiled. The biggest part of her wanted to believe him. She really did, but she had nothing to go on. “I need you to prove it, Aaron. I feel like I’m clueless here and I just—”

He swiftly cut her off by tugging her towards him and smashing their lips together. This kiss was a lot different than the secret or drunken ones they’ve shared. It felt like the real deal for Y/N, and she could’ve stayed there forever if it wasn’t for the small crash as well as the exclaimed “oh!” they heard.

Breaking apart, they turned their heads to see a very frazzled Penelope standing there with her hands in a surrendering position, lips in an “oh” shape, and a broken mug on the floor. No one spoke immediately, but once everyone was fully aware of the situation at hand, Penelope went down to the floor and started scooping up the broken pieces. “I am so sorry sir… and Y/N! I’m uh— I‘ll just—”

“It’s okay, Garcia,” Hotch’s voice was gruff, “I’ll clean it up. Just get ready for the briefing.”

She had slowly gotten up and wiped her hands across her dress. “Yes, sir,” she spoke quietly, but once she turned around and scurried away Y/N could hear a quiet “I am so telling Derek I was right.”

Surprisingly, it wasn’t awkward afterwards as they both pitched in to clean the broken glass. Their slightly heated faces and hidden smiles were enough for them to both understand what the other was thinking— this thing between them was real, and they had to practice avoiding the rest of the team for anything other than case related things.

[yandere-sins]

Anon here with a irlyanbf (no kidding) long ago we were having issues in our relation and he thought I was cheating on him when in reality I was just reading yan stories and smiling like an idiot on my phone, one day he took my phone and found out I was using tumblr a lot and saw my account full of fics, later he was ashamed and told me what he did so we started sharing more of our likes and fantasies, AND went to therapy of course, we’ll be 5 years together now and hoping forever more 💜🖤

This gave me some whiplash I can't deny it, but it's not my place to judge. Don't know if I could stick around after hearing about what my partner did if I were in your shoes, but you at least got the "for better or for worse" in your future vows down! Glad you guys worked through your issues and I wish you all the best!! Only shows love is the solulu to every delulu :') (Also, communication is key!)

Oh, you are so right! I haven't actually thought this far but it would be so freakin' humiliating to sit in court and be completely dismissed because the yan's lawyer just goes "your honor, it's what the victim wanted!" It also turns it into a he-said-she-said situation because the yan can just lie and say it was consensual since you have that kink... gosh that is so awful.

I now have that fear, too, thank you :') I am not super afraid about people learning what I read because I feel like people just scoff and mock you a bit for reading romance and the like. But my writing... sometimes I fear it makes me look like a psycho when really it's just trauma processing I swear OTL

Either way, my heart weeps for the people who had to go through this, it really is scary and I wish there was a more reliable way to find out the truth... but the inspiration parasite is going apeshit with how terrible it would be for a darling to be dismissed and the yan just continuing smugly, knowing they've won and no one will believe the darling if they keep trying to make a fuss.

Honestly, I only scraped at it with the previous ask but I did mention the yan checking the darling's computer and their history. It was a bit vague but I think every find that the yan can claim as new knowledge helps them do the unspeakable things they do :') Doesn't really matter whether reading or writing or reblogging things, posting stuff, or creating art, etc. Writing is just another way to live out the fantasies and that's where the yan can latch on! >:3

[useful-boy]

IMPOSTER???

I'm the useful boy >:(

she genome on my genome till i genetic

❌

[thatyoutubereviewer]

Watch "The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals" on YouTube

The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals

Genre: sci-fi horror comedy musical proshot

Date posted: Dec 24, 2018

Closed captioning: very good 👍👍

Runtime: 1:52:36

Youtube description: summary of the show with full credits of cast crew and direction, as well as time stamps for both scenes and songs

Trigger warnings: fake blood and guts, blue shit, smoking, drinking, vulgar language, guns, gunshots, the US government, gaslighting

My rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️🌟

Full spoilers free review below vv

What a better video to review than the one that *really* got me sucked into YouTube. Of course, I'd been watching YouTube for years before that, even the same channel. But this musical? Fucking transcendent!

The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals (tgwdlm) pushes the boundaries in every way. From the adult comedy that can't *quite* make it on Broadway, to the suspenseful sci-fi apocalyptic plot you can't find anywhere else, this show is perfect for theater lovers and those wishing to dip their toes into the musical world. A story that takes place over two days, after a meteor hits and people start singing, what will the guy who doesn't like musicals do?

The characters are brilliantly written and all stand apart from each other. Even when an actor is playing another character on stage, you can always tell who they are supposed to be. It's a cast of eight performers onstage, which is wildly impressive to me that it seems like a whole town with only eight people. There is... decent representation, while most of the characters are straight white men, there is one black man with a lesbian daughter. Trust me that Starkid vastly improves their representation if that is something of importance to you.

Jeff Blim's musical writing paired with the cast's talent made a wonderful soundtrack with genres ranging from 80s rock ballad to coffee showtune it'll leave you in whiplash in the best way. All of the songs make sense for the scenes and flow well with the plot. Let's just say I've jammed to this album a few,, several times.

The pacing starts slow, then picks up and doesn't stop. There's so much to chew on, but the show gives you enough time to swallow it. Nick and Matt Lang's writing has always been really good, but a lot of people consider tgwdlm their magnum opus. Tgwdlm is one of three musicals set in the small town Hatchetfield, and if you like this, you'll definitely like those.

Tgwdlm has an active fandom on tumblr and twitter, though I highly recommend you watch all three hatchetfield musicals before you interact for fear of spoilers.

I rated tgwdlm at a 6 out of 5 stars because this show gave me joy and community when I didn't have a lot. It's hard not to fall in love with these characters, songs, and plot. Also, when it first came out, I watched it several times over just because it was so good. I highly recommend to anyone willing to spend their time on something cooky, fun, and a little spooky.

[mrslonelyhearts]

the acceptance of aave in the late 2010s always bothered me because in online spaces like deviantart, i texted my friends the way i spoke irl, but they had no idea what i was talking about or they would point out how it was grammatically incorrect. 'cause you know, it was fun for white kids to refer to themselves as grammar nazis back then. then suddenly on tumblr, white users start using bruh, start quoting beyonce songs, start using a lot of aave in their posts to the point i initially assume they're black like me! and it gave me such whiplash to know that the way i texted as a teen was no longer belittled, but embraced. frankly, this white attitude towards black culture makes me think of these anti-rap posts i've been seeing on opinions of kendrick and drake's beef.

[unofficial-dawg]

Wednesday Addams X Fem Reader | Bite Me Pt II

A/N: Y’all gave so much love to Bite Me Pt I, I simply had to deliver on Bite Me Pt II. Its rough around the edges, grammatical and spelling issues probably, spoilers. Also, Bite Me Pt III, anyone? My Tumblr is very much rough writings, this story will be fully fleshed out and posted to my AO3 (this is a massive project im working on this week and next week)! I’ll drop the @/link, when I get it completely set up, as pinned post. Also Xavier Thorpe x Reader coming soon maybe????

Word Count: ~ 1,712

Watching Wednesday and Tyler interact made your teeth ache. It was weeks since your fight, and though you both weren’t on speaking terms, her friends were your friends too. Or rather, your friends were her friends seeing as you had been attending Nevermore longer than the petite girl ahead of you. “You get a bad vibe from him too right? Like I’m not crazy am I?” You ask Enid. Her momentarily silence said enough but for her to have followed it up with:

“I think its good Wednesday is making friends and I can totally see them being a cute cou—“

“Finish that sentence and I’ll rip your throat out” You spat, pointing your finger at her, your chair sliding back as your long form becomes even more inhuman.

With a sigh of frustration you flatten out your outfit, having been a free day you wore several layers to keep you and yourself away from the sun. Even when it was raining,, the UV rays were a bitch. You re-tuck the band t-shirt that was overtop a long sleeve turtleneck. Your high-waisted jeans gave with ease as they were baggy, making it easier for the layers to adjust. You impatiently tap your left foot covered by a platform loafer on the ground, glancing to the side to stare at the girl you were enamoured with.

If Wednesday was goth, you were her grunge counterpart. The two of you looked..correct standing next to eachother. Complimented and highlighted eachothers beauty. You clench your jaw, your gaze focusing back onto Enid’s form, she sunk into the booth, her claws gripping the table, no doubt because she was quite startled of your previous outburst. Your anger was a force to be reconned with.

“I’m…sorry, I’m just—“ you look at her and begin sincerely apologising, “I-“.

You were stumbling over your words struggling to produce a coherent sentence, luckily, or rather unluckily, it is forgotten as man rapidly presses the countertop bell, “Where’s the service in this place?!”

You glance back where Tyler and Wednesday were previously standing. “Well isn’t that convenient”You grit your teeth in frustration. “Something isn’t right with that boy. This whole situation is fucked” You stare out the window in disdain. It appears Xavier also had slipped from the café.

“Y’know, y/n, maybe she gets distracted by you and thats why she doesn’t bring you with her anymore” The pathetic attempt to comfort you was appreciated nonetheless and you smile sadly looking down at the girl.

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The following weeks didn’t seem to get any better. Wednesday was giving you emotional whiplash. You’d both hang out and the routine of back and forth banter would repeat and then suddenly she’d be ditching you to spend time with Tyler or stalking Xavier.

“It’s like I don’t even exist to her anymore” You complain to your roommate. Bianca looks down at you with an annoyed expression, “God, you sound like Xavier y/n…Seriously Wednesday isn’t that special.” She rolls her eyes catching the pillow you haphazardly throw at her.

“It’s not fair… What does he have that I don’t?” You finally show your face to her, the unshed tears seemed painful.

“Do you really want me to answer that question?” She smirks amused at the stupidity of your question.

“Ew. I do not wish to ever have to think about MY girlf—“ you quickly catch yourself “ about Wednesday being with Tyler like that. Or anyone for that matter. she’s mine.” you pout

“If you’re so upset why don’t you just talk to her? It’s a two way communication street y’know.” she lectures “I mean really, y/n/n, sitting here bitching about some girl? The old you would beat you to a pulp if she saw your pathetic ass like this. Over some girl no less.”

This made you pause, “Oh god— Have I been “moping”?” you put quotations around it.

“Brooding, whining, crying being a general nuisance.” she rattles off, “Look y/n, I care about you. But this obsession with Wednesday is turning you into this. I know for a girl thats been alive for this long,, you know more than anyone that people are temporary. And Wednesday will die one day, and what will you do then? Better to rip it off like a bandaid and start fresh yeah?”

“I mean she might as well have stabbed me with a stake in the heart, and not in the good way.” you sit up and rub your face in exhaustion. “I know you’re right, I just… love her. I love her so much and I want to go when she does. I want her to kill me. What do I do B?”

“You vampires are so dramatic” she says and amused tone shining through the mask of annoyance. “Go talk to her. Gift her your cold dead heart, play her your stupid violin, do something to show her how you feel. And when she inevitably breaks your heart pick yourself up and show her why she was interested in you in the first place. You’ve lost your spark y/n. You follow her around like a sad dog. A dumb dog.”

You slide on your jacket, and with a quick “Thanks, B.” you’re slipping out the door to track down the Enigma that is Wednesday Addams.

Enid proceeded to lie to you about Wednesday’s whereabouts for ten minutes. Very quickly you realise she is stalling and you rub your temples in frustration partially giving up on the whole notion of confronting her.

“And so then I came back from Yoko’s room and she wasn’t here.”

You quirk your brow in slight amusement “You’re a terrible liar.”

“I’m not lying!” she says fidgeting slightly

“oh right right. well if you say so.” You shrug pretending to turn and walk away. She quickly attempts to shut the door, but you had other ideas as you snap around, catching the door with your foot.

“But if you were lying,, hypothetically of course” you grin wickedly. Your form was always sickly and a bit inhuman, but when you would shift your posture slightly, and bare your teeth, you looked infinitely more nightmarish.

“Honestly, y/n! We got in a fight and i left, i only came back to look for my nail polish. My guess is the crypt” The girl in front of you cringes at the mention of the monster. You can only assume she’d seen the beast for herself.

Your hand that was resting against the door frame began to turn white, your nails were sunken so deeply into the wooden beam that it was splintering with every slight shift of your hand.

“Is she?”

“Thats all I know” she waves her hands in the air.

“Thank you for the information.” You pry your hand off the door frame and walk back towards your room, assuming you were probably too late. Subconsciously, you glance out the window not thinking you’d catch sight of the goth’s form being enveloped by the shadows of the woods.

With a newfound sense of anger you rush down the corridors to catch up with her. There’s a gracefulness to your movements despite the speed. You suppose it’s a vampire thing. Or at least one of your blood status though you never really bothered to care or pay attention to that.

“Wednesday!” You shout following after,, “Wednesday!”

“stalking me now are we, y/n?” she doesn’t even bother to look at you, choosing to continue on her path to the crypt.

“you need to get a better guard dog.”

“Why is it any of your concern? You think I can’t do this investigation without you?”

“You’re seriously sneaking out to see him?” You deduced, frowning whilst you finally catch up to her.

“You may be blinded by your attraction to him but he is just as much of a suspect as everyone else-“ You grab her wrist harshly.

“I don’t have to explain myself to you.” she wrenches her hand from your grip immediately.

You glance down at the faded puncture wounds she has on her neck. “so i guess that means nothing to you then?” your facade falls briefly

“We were never official.” she reiterates to you, almost brushing the thought off completely.

“Oh yeah? Cause vampire bites are just something to take so casual right?” You hiss out. “Whatever Wednesday. I’m sick of this shit.” you turn to leave but she grabs your arm. The uncharacteristic movement made you freeze, and hope had electrocuted your heart into beating for a few fleeting moments.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” her emotions breaking through from her usual somber expression and apathetic mood.

“How should I know Addams? You have everyone wrapped around your finger. Xavier, Eugene, who is in a coma, And prime suspect number one.” you readjust your posture, you were quite taller than the girl before you. “You’re gonna get yourself killed. And for a guy no less? For a normie? One that bullied Xav? You are so busy chasing after some guy to see-“

“To see you? Don’t be vain y/n it doesn’t suit you.” she drops her hand and stares at you, her eyes hollow from all semblance of emotion. Your eyes narrow before you turn around,

“As opposed to being what, Wednesday? A selfless idiot that would die for you? The world doesn’t revolve around you and I am perfectly fine in solitude just as much as you are, so we’re done.” You flip her off over your head, not sparing her a glance, as you head back into the castle grounds.

The way your eyes went from a blur of anger and pain to a void abyss greatly intrigued Wednesday. She tilted her head before turning around to meet up with her,, almost boyfriend? At least he didn’t seem to care for titles. Why did you? Why did it all bother her so much? She focused on the task at hand, ignoring the way her stomach twisted into a knot. An unsettling feeling consumed her whole as she arrived at the Crypt.

In your fit of rage, you tipped the police about the stolen motorcycle. At least you could fuck up their date plans a little bit.

[thelooniemoonie]

I feel like the post really undersells how chaotic this story is because these are some of my favourite snippets of it:

i accidentally visited a very sad park during my family day trip.

the entrance of the park looked like this:

it was a chaotic day.

i wrote a blog post about the whole thing.

it's a very, very long post, but you'd laugh while reading this, i promise:

[todomitoukei]

Replying because I saw your bnhavent post so thank you for making this space! I only made this tumblr to follow bnha content and will likely delete when the endorphin train of new content dies down but I have read bnha since 2018, specifically because it made the villains and todoroki story compelling and a refreshing take on how victims in media at large are portrayed. With this hurricane of an ending I have whiplash. He took several interesting, dynamic relationships with cool societal critics boiled in and turned this series into a D level shonen ending. “Better get saved before you hit your breaking point or you’re not savable” that’s what touya, shigaraki, and toga can teach you in this series. And people in powerful spots, like the #1 hero, will always be above critical review and the law in hero society. With touya’s story I’m even more frustrated because he lacked closure. He barely gave touya a conclusion because touya rose in popularity after it was too late to back track in the writing for him. I am usually picky about stories that I read in fiction because I want to enjoy them for pleasure while I have an intensive job mentality. I enjoy the occasion tragedy but I need to know it’s a tragedy going on. I do not read optimistic fiction to have my heart broken miserably . Apologies for the ranting

No need to apologize, this is exactly why I made that post because, like you said, the story didn't start off tragic like this.

One of the things writers need to be aware of is that they make certain indirect promises to readers at the start of their story. One of the main promises a writer makes is in regards to the genre/tone of the story, which is why there is such a divide in the fandom in the first place - if you look at the first season, it's overall a light-hearted story. Yes, occasionally there was some seriousness to it, but nothing that was focused on too much or rather it was all quickly turned around into something more hopeful.

For example, Deku being told to jump off that roof was never painted as too serious since he continued to consider himself friends with the person that told him that. While that in itself could be considered a concerning response, the story simply never paints this as an issue, it feels more like a way to show how good-hearted he is for sticking to people and seeing the good in them even when they don't act that way.

That promise then got broken with the lov, specifically their backstories. Sure, Shouto's backstory in season 2 was also on the serious and dark side, but the difference is that he is arguably in a better spot, whereas the lov's existence shows how physically and mentally damaging abuse and discrimination can be to the point that people almost die, become homeless, turn to crime etc etc.

A lot of people got into bnha because of the season 1 light-heartedness, a fun story about a kid who tries to become a hero against all odds. It's only natural that people who enjoy stories like that to be turned away when the story starts taking on more horror elements, like when we get to see little Tenko kill his family for example.

So I think having those two very different tones and genres was one of the downfalls of this story and the reason he ultimately failed to write an ending that feels consistent and just.

Aside from that promise being broken, he obviously also backtracked and retconned so much that the story ended up not living up to the various expectations it set up for the readers throughout the story.

[coping-via-clint-eastwood]

*siiiiiigh* Soooooo, first of all, I would like to apologise to @jencsi for taking so long to answer the ask. But then of course when I want to answer it, Tumblr has it made it disappear. So anyway I'm posting as a post. This is for the character asks thing. Jen asked all questions for Gil Grissom.

1. Why do you like or dislike this character?

EVERYTHING???????

2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

HOW DO I PICK WHEN THERE ARE SO MANY ANSWERS????????

3. Least favorite canon thing about this character?

HOW DO I PICK WHEN THERE ARE NO ANSWERS????????

4. If you could put this character in any other media, be it a book, a movie, anything, what would you put them in?

Sherlock Holmes 🤷🏻‍♀️

5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?

I know that I'm the resident Linkin Park fan, and I'm all over 9x05, but, LOATR is just about one particular aspect of his life.  It doesn't encapsulate the full depth of him.  And, honestly, that's what I really hope that I captured in my video.  It's basically a marriage proposition to him at this point.  I hope I did the song and him justice.

(I am using Leave Out All the Rest this year though (:  )

6. What's something you have in common with this character?

Autistic.  Hearing impaired.  Misanthropic humanist.  I love bugs because of him.  I'm learning to sign because of him.  I got into CSI because I love bioscience.  Ghost/social outcast until we find the right people.  Struggle with emotions and relationships, and ultimately learning to choose love over fear (which is, one again, something I learned from him. If he can do it, so can I. The fact that my role model is a fictional being). Bullied because of being nerdy.  Bullied because of "weirdness" aka autism.  We're uncomfortable around people but care very deeply about them, especially if they're our loved ones.  Honestly a lot of it is the autism and everything that comes with it.

7. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you like?

Lemme just say, boy am I glad I am on the we want to fuck that old man website.  Because, at first, I was embarrassed and self-conscious that I was in love with someone much older than me (hence why I love GSR; it gives me so much more confidence), but then as I got into the tumblr fandom I saw that I'm not alone.  So thank you everyone.

8. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you despise?

When people hate him overall for the way he treated Sara well in the early seasons.  Like, hello *gestures to his whole development arc*  you see this?  Or were we not watching the same show?

9. Could you be roommates with this character?

Oh my god it's gonna be so fucking quiet.  For once in our lives we'll have someone who'll actually respect our sensitivity/stimulation needs and not belittle us.

10. Could you be best friends with this character?

We're two of a kind.

11. Would you date this character?

I WANNA MARRY HIM!!!!!!!!!

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

His father's name is Arthur, since that's his middle name, and it's not uncommon for catholics to make their first name the middle name of their child.  And irl Billy's dad is named Arthur Edward Petersen, and his brother is Arthur Petersen Jr.

13. What's an emoji, an emoticon and/or any symbol that reminds you of this character or you think the character would use a lot?

🐛🐜🐞🦗🪲🕷️

14. Assign a fashion aesthetic to this character.

15. What's your favorite ship for this character? (Doesn't matter if it's canon or not.)

GSR

16. What's your least favorite ship for this character?

Someone jokingly tagged a post with [#otp: i have bugs in my office] and while I'm glad it's not an actual ship...yeah I'm glad it's not.  It gave me fucking whiplash.

17. What's a ship for this character you don't hate but it's not your favorite that you're fine with?

Grillows.  I'm actually multiship.  I ship GSR, Grillows and Kessom.  I've even been okay roleplaying Grissom/Nick with someone in the past, and I'm also okay with Warrick and Greg being shipped with him.  Hell I even find him being dopey with Teri Miller cute XD

18. How about a relationship they have in canon with another character that you admire?

Catherine.  #brotp: it will play our song forever

19. How about a relationship they have in canon that you don't like?

I wanna say Ecklie but that's like, everything about him

20. Which other character is the ideal best friend for this character, the amount of screentime they share doesn't matter?

If not Cath then Heather XD

21. If you're a fic writer and have written for this character, what's your favorite thing to do when you're writing for this character? What's something you don't like?

I love loving him.  I write my stories with him with so much love and care.  And I'm proud that my audience say it's obvious how much I love him.

I don't like him being hurt so I never write it.  Like, I'll just say it:  I'm glad it was Nick who got caught in Grave Danger and not Gil.  If it had been him I...I don't know what I would've done.  Even though I'd have known  that he was gonna be fine in the end, during the process I'd break down, no matter how many times I've watched it.  The thought of him being hurt just...I can't say it.  Sorry Nick, I love you too but Gil...Gil is the most special to me.

22. If you're a fic reader, what's something you like in fics when it comes to this character? Something you don't like?

I love when people write about his disabilities.  His hearing impairment, how he signs, his experience speaking both English and ASL.  His social and emotional struggles because of his autism.

My dislike would be when people write him as allosexual...  💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀

23. Favorite picture of this character?

24. What other character from another fandom of yours that reminds you of them?

Sherlock Holmes

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

First impression:  wow he's so cool and smart and good at science.  I wanna learn from him.

Now:  Will you marry me?

26.  Freebie question.

Extra headcanon:  along with riding a rollercoaster with someone every 9 years and 34 days because that's how old he was when his dad passed, his favourite is the Mosaic because his parents took him on it for his 9th birthday.  Then a month later Arthur kicked the bucket, so Gil likes the memory of his father.

[mookybear12404]

Happy 2 year anniversary to my Genshin addiction

Okay I have a confession to make. I downloaded Genshin Impact- and I actually think it’s REALLY good

When I heard “Free” and “Gatcha” I immediately assumed this game was gonna be a money grab game that would just try to get me to either pay up or play hours upon hours of grinding to get anything. BUT NOPE. 

[blackcatruse]

𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔞𝔰𝔥𝔢𝔰

«prev. ❃ next» ❃ first chapter ❃ m.list ❃ ao3 pairing: r. haitani/fem!reader ↳ she/her, fem descriptors, nickname ❃ chapter synopsis: brunch with the haitanis and trying to figure out who's after the three deities. a normal day, actually. word count: 1.9k chapter cw(s): swearing, possible ooc a/n: you'll never guess who was so excited to start posting ashes on tumblr that she forgot to mention that this is an AU if you couldn't already tell :'D it loosely follows the Three Deities and Kanto Manji → Bonten pipeline. there is no timeleaping

You weren’t a stranger to emotional whiplash, but if someone told you that you’d be casually lounging with the Haitani brothers on their turf, you’d laugh in their face. Yet, here you were. To any normal person, hanging out with people that had beat you bloody a few weeks ago was an incomprehensible thought, but to you it was just another Tuesday.

Were you suspicious of their motives? Undoubtedly. Did you care? Not when the older Haitani had offered to buy you food. You may be a fuck up, but you weren’t an idiot. Free food was free food. And that’s how you ended up here at a quaint little bakery sitting across from the Haitani brothers. Ran was at least trying to make conversation between savoring bites of his mont blanc. Rindou stared out the window like he’d rather be anywhere else. If you were being honest, you wished he was too. But Ran and Rindou were a package deal whether you liked it or not. Couldn’t find one without encountering the other.

Your fork clinked against your plate as you cut into the crepe you had ordered. The sweetness permeated in your mouth as you took a bite and the tang of berries countered with a tart harmony. It took everything in you to not moan at the taste. After living off of cup noodles and prepackaged bento, something like this was a delicacy you wouldn’t take for granted. Part of you started to dream about everything you’d eat once you were free.

A jarring ring disrupted the quiet air and tamped down the beginnings of your daydream. Sighing, you grabbed your phone from your pocket and stared at the unknown caller ID. “Gotta take this,” you said, flipping your phone open and pinning the phone between your ear and shoulder.

“Suzaku, what’s up?” You twiddled with your fork between your fingers.

“Lotus what the hell are you doing?”

“Pleasant as always,” you remarked. “I told you, I’m following a lead on this case. I think it could be important.”

“You have three days.”

“Yeah, so keep it cool for three days,” you told him, rolling your eyes. You tapped the prongs of your fork against the plate and you bounced your leg. “I don’t know why you’re rushing me, it’s not like it’s your ass on the line.”

“And you’re my subordinate. Do you know how hard it was to convince Kirin to let you do whatever the hell it is you’re doing?”

It was true that Suzaku was sticking his neck out for you, but it didn’t change the fact that at the end of the day, all the fault would fall on you. As it always did. You sighed. “Yeah, I know. I’ll meet with you tomorrow and let you know what I find.”

Suzaku was cut off as you ended the call. You stabbed at your crepe again before looking up to see both Haitani brothers looking at you. Right. Well, it wasn’t like you gave anything away.

“Trouble in paradise?” Ran asked, resting his chin in his hand.

“Ew, gross,” you snorted. “Suzaku’s been hounding me for results or else he’s shipping me back to where I came from.”

“Hell?”

You and Ran turned your heads to look at the younger Haitani. He didn’t look smug or tired or anything. His face was unreadable. You blinked a few times and a grin broke out on Ran’s face. You didn’t miss the glare that Rindou gave his older brother.

“Ha! You’re funny,” you said, pointing your fork at Rindou. “I wish he was sending me to hell instead. It’d probably be way cozier.”

You set the fork down before they could realize your hands had started shaking. You had a persona you had to keep up, after all. Putting a hand over your face, you groaned in exasperation before regaining your composure. “So,” you said, looking the brothers in the eye. “Why call me out here?”

“What? We can’t be friendly?” Ran’s shit-eating grin was borderline antagonistic.

“No, actually,” you deadpanned.

“That’s probably the smartest thing that’s come out of your mouth,” Rindou muttered, barely loud enough for you to catch.

You picked up your fork and jabbed it at him. “Shut it.” Another breath to rein in your irritation. “The job still doesn’t have a date, so something else is going on here.”

Ran tilted his head. Annoyance flashed behind his eyes as a lazy smile returned to his face. Rindou kept on glaring at you. Truly the peace between enemies could never remain. Not that it was surprising, but it did take longer than you’d originally thought for things to get this tense. They couldn’t kill you yet and you couldn’t tell if you should lament or exalt the fact.

“Did you find anything on your faux deals?” you asked, returning to your crepe.

“Nothing,” Ran answered. “They said they didn’t know who hired them. Whoever it was covered their tracks too well.”

“Yeah, our guys said the same. But they had an extra layer of people in between the people they were blackmailing and the ones who gave the orders. I tracked down the blackmailers but they didn’t know anything. They met at odd hours and never came face to face with the boss.”

You wouldn’t say that you had expected this to be easy, but you’d at least hoped for something. You had gotten ahold of Kichiro and that’s how you’d found the people blackmailing him and Hifumi, but those people didn’t get you any further. Without information, you were going to have to move to Plan B, which was risky. You wanted to avoid involving Kichiro and Hifumi more than necessary, but in order to get the one pulling the strings, you’d have to fall into the web.

Imagining that meeting with the Four Symbols made you chuckle. You doubted they’d approve of it. Hell, three of them didn’t even believe that there was a plot to get rid of the Three Deities. They would be stupid to try anything, you could hear Byakko’s snide comments. You could feel his eyes roam over your body without him being there. A shiver ran through your body. Yeah, this was ridiculous. You bit off more than you could chew. You would die before you got your freedom.

Ran snapped his fingers in front of your face, bringing you out of your spiraling thoughts. “What’s going on in that pretty little head?”

“Just thinkin’ about how much shit I’m gonna be in,” you answered honestly. You didn’t really see a point in lying to them. You didn’t possess any knowledge that would be of use. “Though,” you laughed at yourself bitterly, “that’s no different than how things have been.”

“Can we help?”

This time, you and Rindou snapped your attention to Ran. “What?!” Rindou all but screeched.

“Why the fuck are you offering? What’s the catch?” you asked warily.

“Consider it something like insurance,” Ran said lazily. “We can’t get our big jobs done if you’re out of commission. If we can’t do the jobs, we won’t get the money that would bring us to the top. The logical thing would be to help you overcome this so our plans don’t get messed up. It also works in our favor because more than likely, your setup and our phony deals are connected.”

You certainly didn’t doubt that. Having the Haitani brothers’ help on this investigation could give you promising results, but there was no more time for sleuthing. You had to weave a delicate trap and get answers that way. You would have to use Kichiro and Hifumi as bait, and you’d really hoped to avoid that.

“I can’t promise your safety,” you admitted to the two teens sitting across from you. “I’ve minimized your role as much as possible, and hopefully once you’re done, they’ll leave you alone.”

“They’ve been hounding us since our negotiations came to a standstill. I don’t think they had much patience to begin with, but it’s wearing thinner and thinner.”

This was the first time you’d met Hifumi, and you thought that he was gloomy. Dark, unkempt hair and even darker eye bags were his most distinguishing features. Kichiro sat next to his friend and kept wringing his hands. You wished you could tell them that it would be okay, but you weren’t about to lie to them. Even with your best efforts, there was the looming possibility that these two boys could be killed before they reached adulthood. Would this plan only prolong the inevitable?

You shook your head. No, you couldn’t let yourself think that. “All right, you can tell them that a deal has finally been made. I wrote some random numbers that you can give them to make it sound better. Don’t give any sort of hint away that we know what’s going on.” You handed a scrap of paper over to Hifumi, who took it with trembling hands.

Continuing on, you debriefed them, “There will be three other runners besides me. They’re among the top in Suzaku’s division, so your client doesn’t need to worry about the job getting done. When talking to them, be sure to get the locations they want the deal to occur, how much we’ll be carrying, passwords, who we’ll be meeting with, and whatnot. The more detailed the better, but whatever they give us will be useful.”

“Will it work?” Kichiro asked quietly.

“I don’t know,” you said plainly. “I’m trying to get as much of the burden off you as possible, but if whoever’s pulling the strings gets suspicious, there isn’t much I can do.”

“And Wuxing agreed to this?” Hifumi looked you in the eyes. There was nothing behind the depths of his eternal stare.

“It took some convincing,” you told him. “But they’re willing to cooperate. If this goes awry, then it’s my fault. I’ll take the brunt of it.”

You didn’t really want to be a hero or a savior or a martyr. If you were a more selfish person, you’d just let the stupid kids get what they had coming. But you weren’t a more selfish person. Your stupid bleeding heart took too much pity on kids who shouldn’t be tangled in this transition from delinquency to crime syndicates. You would do everything you could to make sure that Kichiro and Hifumi never see the underworld of Tokyo again, but there was truly no guarantee anything would work. If something happened to them... Well, you weren’t a stranger to guilt either. You’d just carry it like you always do.

“When you get what we need to know, call me. Once everything is coordinated between us, you guys stay out of it. Lay low. Skip town. I don’t care, just get out of here.” You snapped your gum loudly and put your feet up on the table.

“If we leave, won’t that tip them off that we’re up to something?” Kichiro finally looked up at you as he asked his question.

“Yeah, I guess it wouldn’t look the best.” You rubbed the back of your head. “Well, we’re just gonna have to hope that when we get to the bottom of things, you’ll be left alone.”

Hifumi snorted with a cynical scoff. Normally you’d snap at someone who did that to you, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to blame him. Everything was a gamble here and even if the risks felt low, anything was possible out on the streets. Hope for the best, but prepare for the worst. It was almost your mantra at this point.

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[x0401x]

When the irony is almost too ironic

So now that I’ve posted the rest of the character highlights (had to split them into two because of Tumblr’s image limit), I might as well comment on them too. Need to get this off my chest for a moment.

The highlights of Masaki, Eisuke and Koushirou in particular gave me whiplash. They threw me back to my reviews of S2 in ways that feel oddly cathartic. Like how they just… keep confirming literally everything I pointed out as negative in S2. It’s weird because those things were all so obvious, but the way they’re written in the fanbook almost exactly how I talked about them is… well, it’s really something. Some of it even dates back to things I said regarding S1 six years ago. I don’t know how to describe this but it sort of feels like being vindicated in a morbid way, if that makes any sense.

I just wonder… when whoever was in charge of writing this text typed it down, did they actually believe that it had anything to do with the source material at all? Because it… kinda reads like they did? “The only thing he thought about was improving his skills in order to change his grandfather’s opinion of him” really sounds like that’s what they got from Masaki’s backstory and, uh. How. How do you miss the point by so far? It literally went in the opposite direction. We already knew that but still.

Also gotta love that it says his mindset changed when he watched the boys doing archery in earnest, instead of Minato being the one who changed it when he begged Masaki not to leave him. KyoAni really went out of its way to make sure that there’s absolutely nothing exclusive in their relationship this time around. Everything that was originally a them-only thing in the novel has been turned into a Masaki and the boys' thing in S2.

Speaking of the team, the implication that Masaki started out not rejoicing in his disciples’ development but learned to do it eventually is just brutal. I get what KyoAni is trying to convey to the viewers and that they’re making up for a lot of what they didn’t show in S1, but the timing is terrible and it’s a contradiction of basic Zen principles. Principles that Masaki had already been shown to follow prior to this.

Alas, that’s just one contradiction of many. Masaki is probably the character with the biggest amount of incoherences in how he is portrayed in the anime. My guess is the animators were so focused on collecting material about archery that collecting material about Shinto priesthood probably wasn’t a priority. More like they were so focused on the boys that Masaki was relegated to the sidelines. And I say this a lot but have to say it again: that’s what happens when you try to write Masaki separately from Minato. It goes off the rails.

Other than this, there’s also confirmations of some of my suspicions. Masaki almost telling the boys what they got wrong, then deciding to do it the Zen way and letting them find out for themselves only after getting a cue from Tomio is one thing that I hadn’t been so sure if I was just overthinking or not, but turns out not. This is the anime’s way of telling the viewers that Masaki, too, is growing as a teacher, but they could’ve done something equivalent that wouldn’t make him seem contradictorily inexperienced.

I say contradictorily because, again, he has been teaching these kids in the Zen way (indirect, mystic, full of puzzles, fuck around and find out for yourself, master throws a question and disciple has to give his own answer) from the very beginning. Even in S1 he was already doing that. But in S2, just like the boys suddenly forget how to work as a team, Masaki seems to suddenly forget how he had been teaching them until then. So he suddenly becomes a greenhorn as well, because it’s totally realistic for a high schooler like Eisuke to be the perfect teacher for a bunch of other high schoolers, but a 5th dan has to start again from zero. They could’ve just animated Masaki’s fight with Minato and let that be his greenhorn moment, but their relationship isn’t supposed to exist in S2, so this just isn’t an option, apparently.

Speaking of Eisuke, now I finally understand why his relationship with Shuu and Minato felt so off in the anime to me. In the novel, his beef was with them, not with Saionji. Saionji chose them as disciples because he felt something fateful about meeting them. It’s never explained in the novel, but a while after I finished reading volume 3, I got hit with a thought. I felt this was the author’s way of hinting that the three of them are an allegory to Amida Sanzon, with Saionji being Amida Nyorai, Shuu being Seishi Bosatsu and Minato being Kannon Bosatsu. Same logic applies to the Minato-Masaki-Shuu trinity, since Masaki has also taught Shuu at some point, with Masaki being Amida in this case. I imagine that Ayano wrote about it so vaguely in volume 1 because she didn’t know whether or not she could delve this deep into Buddhist territory back then.

But in any case, the way that the novel establishes the conflict with Eisuke is: Minato and Shuu are special. Not in general, but to Saionji, specifically. Teaching them is his calling and being taught by him is their calling. But all Eisuke gets from this is the first part. That Minato and Shuu are special, and he is not. That somehow they were regarded more highly than him, who is older and more experienced, when actually, they were not. Saionji simply felt that it was his mission to teach them, and he was right about that. Eisuke could’ve tried to find his own calling with another master—one who perhaps could teach him in uchiokoshi style. Instead, he chose to be immature and became obsessed with proving himself superior to Minato and Shuu. He could not stand the idea that little kids with no previous experience, one that got apprenticeship through connections and one by dumb luck, were worthier to be taught than him and even his uncle.

Eisuke also seems to have felt like there was something fateful about Saionji choosing them over him. The way he talked about it felt a lot like chosen people ideology, which even Shuu sometimes seemed to believe whenever he went on about being “loved by the god of archery”. He’s pretty much looking down on Saionji by thinking Saionji was mistaken to choose Minato and Shuu over him, and it’s extremely arrogant to try and prove Saionji wrong by defeating Minato and Shuu. It’s also childish logic, because defeating them would prove nothing, actually. And that’s the point of the novel. Same point as Zen Buddhism and archery: those who hold grudges can never reach spiritual adulthood. Eisuke is, as his name itself implies, forever a child on the inside.

But all of that makes Eisuke look kinda lame in the eyes of the audience, doesn’t it? And Yamamura Takuya is having none of that with his new bias. Nuh-uh, the ones who have to look bad are Saionji, and by extension, Minato and Shuu. Because pulling the rug from under the main characters’ feet is the smartest possible move.

In the anime, as confirmed by the fanbook, Eisuke’s problem is Saionji. Not because she chose Minato and Shuu over him, but because she rejected his uncle. In the novel, Saionji rejecting Shigeru was also something that pissed him off, but his main problem was with Minato and Shuu. In the anime, that’s the opposite, which is why Eisuke is way less hostile and childish towards them in it. The difference that this makes is: the anime makes Eisuke look good in detriment of Minato and Shuu. With him being angry at Saionji for her being unfair to Shigeru, his attitude and motives seem justified. It’s not about him, it’s about someone he loves and admires. That one hurts more and doesn’t make him seem arrogant at all for defying her decision. It even almost seems like Saionji is in the wrong for hurting his family’s honor in certain respects, and that he rightfully wants closure from it but isn’t going the best way about it, which is his one and only mistake. And with Saionji being the target of his anger, he doesn’t need to be as antagonistic with Minato and Shuu in particular.

Now this might make people think, “Isn’t that better than in the novel, then?” That is subjective, but objectively speaking, this is a narrative incongruency. Novel!Eisuke is an example of how narrow-mindedness and lack of humility can lead one astray. By taking away his arrogance and just making him angry while justifying this anger, they’re basically taking away the reason for him to fail. It also makes him more endearing than the actual protagonists and makes the audience want to cheer for him instead of them (which a lot of people did). And none of that is an accident, because the director himself says it in this fanbook that he likes Eisuke personally. Or the traits that he can identify with, at least.

On the topic of Eisuke being the director’s bias, it’s amazing how the other members of Tsujimine basically exist in the anime not as their own person but as extensions of Eisuke. They’re there to make him look better and to do things for him. Koushirou’s highlight made me realize that we only ever get any information about the other members in relation to Eisuke, save for when Enyuu had a crush on Rika, but this was meant to give the girls more screen time rather than give him a personality. I always wondered why Reiji, who is so flashy in the novel, was so meek in the anime, but now I guess it’s because no one can catch more attention than Eisuke. Literally all data there is in the fanbook about Koushirou and the others is linked to Eisuke. His highlight is only about what he does to help Eisuke, even though the anime never explains why Koushirou goes that far for him in the first place. It’s not interested in exploring Koushirou himself. The director’s only interest is Eisuke.

S2 is such a frustrating topic to write about. So many things were done well and so many were done horribly. I feel terrible whenever I analyze anything Tsurune-related nowadays.

[w1cked-w1tch]

I'm gonna fucking explode I'm watching Skull-face Bookseller Honda San and they're introducing this guy called Majutsushi but I was reading a tumblr post and I littERALLY ALMOST DID A SPIT TAKE BECAUSE WAIT A FUCKING SECOND THATS MAYURI. I stg I almost gave myself fucking whiplash looking up at my TV. Why am I like this.

[corruption-connoisseur]

Hi life is short and the world is scary so I've decided to say fuck my anxiety and post my dumbass thoughts about stupid shit.

Starting off with yesterday my tumblr for you page went from only showing posts my sibling had reblogged, and then when I refreshed it I got hit with more porn accounts than ever before. Which was... quite the whiplash going from a bunch of posts about musical theatre to "oh great heavens there's peanits."

And like. She didn't even tag gravity falls or some other popular fandom tag I follow, which is half the fun of getting those accounts is seeing scantily clad women and going "oh yeah, stan would totally wear that." And then the same account popped up after I blocked it to which i went "WITCH 🫵 + ahhhhhhh i just got peanits'd again :(" and my partner gave me a (I think) sympathetic head pat and a 'yeah it's tumblr it b like that' before going back to doing their work.

Idk. There's my ramble. I have tma/gf/stp/assorted bs i'm gonna start talking about soon. Or maybe the anxiety returns and i delete this post. Who knows!!