#watching the anime having read the book before

[aaazade]

HOUSTON WE HAVE A PROBLEM ── EPISODE ONE 𖤐

⤷ 𝄞⨾ 𝟎𝟎𝟏. 𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄: 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐒

AUTHOR'S NOTE : i do not own any of these characters except my own. minors, please do not interact as this is mature content with dark and sexual themes. all of my characters are black women so please respect that as you read! all lowercase is intended in this writing. PAIRING: rockstar!sukuna x tourmanager!blackreader RATING: 18+, again mdni WARNINGS: yandere-ish moments, rock band, reader is black, usage of being held hostage, dírty talk, vampire!sukuna, dubcon, biting, drinking blood, slowburn, eventual smut, sort of angsty, stalker!sukuna, set in mostly southern cities, attempted mind control, secret society, royalty, masked men, usage of foul language, assault and battery (not on reader)

𝐬𝐲𝐩𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬: when tour manager!reader gets sucked into the rock world after big time group ‘dark curse’ seeks her out to plan and arrange their tour in the us. heinous secrets unfold about the group as she gets closer to the pink haired lead singer in the ‘bone demon’ mask. does she run for the hills or does she play cat and mouse? find out in "houston, we have a problem!"

deep wine velvety curtains creaked under your grip, anxious irises brimming over the surface of the masses roaring below the stage. backstage, the thrum of the bass vibrated the walls with a resonance that pounded through the protective ear buds you and the crew wore. the wind lapped through the humid open arena, like lashes from the deep currents of waves rushing against jagged edges of rocky cliffs.

dark curses, the japanese band you and your sister were hired to be tour managers for, succeeded in finishing their first tour stop in houston, texas. 

“sis? everything’s alright? we got to make sure the boys end up at the hotel.”

your head swiveled to meet the sweet gaze of your older sister, hayden, who’s deep red manicure stroked your shoulder in typical, concerned sibling fashion. 

“i’m fine, just making sure that everything is wrapping up soundly out there. i’ll call the hotel and you’ll have the tour bus come to the back right? like usual?” you maintained with a graceful simper, something in between grateful and awkward. 

“you know it, girl! call me when you’re done so we can walk to our car together!” and with a dapple of a kiss to your cheek, hayden was off, heels clicking into the distance. 

set to do your own job in hopes that the night will be over sooner than later, your feet pick up the pace, only settling down once you reach the dressing room area. no chances of a bad call when the service is best where the band resides before and after their concert. booking the best of the best is mandatory in this career field, nobody likes a cheap tour manager. so, you diligently do your job acknowledging the price and qualities is up to standards of the band’s liking. 

but… when chills travel down your spine like electricity cracked down with the following boom, you immediately stop in your tracks. it almost feels.. predatory. like the gaze of an animal hiding in verdant bushes in the stocky forest waiting. watching. hoping that something sweet and delightful prances by to slaughter. 

whipping around ready to high-tail it, you surveyed your surroundings, close to a gazelle when a mountain lion roar is heard nearby. a curious scarlet gaze examined the soft dips and curves you presented from the silhouette of your metallic jumpsuit. sharp, angular features, a full set of bitten, red lips that looked as if he had just previously enriched in a pomegranate, and thick strands of sakura-colored hair pulled into a low braid cascading down past his ribs. dark ink trailed from the highs of his cheekbones past under the collar of his onyx leather jacket. he was undeniably ethereal, like those old stories mama used to tell about fallen angels. how they were once mystic angels, but had been casted down onto earth to walk with the rest of the sinners.

ryomen sukuna. lead singer of ‘dark curses’.  you weren’t quite familiar with the group out of their professional pretense, however, something swirled in the pit of your stomach at the lilt in his husky somber. 

“somebody’s all jumpy.. i like that. much more alert than our last manager.” maybe there was a teasing tone in his voice. maybe the way his fangs that gleamed in the dark trenches of the backstage were all just a prop. maybe something isn’t rig-.

“what happened.. to your last manager?” you didn’t mean to vomit those words out, your anxiety clutching the beating tremors of your heart and shocking your nerves. but, your natural instinct to fight or flight was starting to zero in. eyebrows furrowing as your feet began to back up to create more distance. 

and to that.. he snickered in delight, heavy laced boots stalking close just enough to be arms distance away from you. your eyes held a hardened resolve but your body shuttered, reacting involuntarily to his scent of deep umber and smoke. 

“so what? are you perchance riding in the bus with us? there’s more than enough-”

“no, we have a chauffeur to make sure you guys have as much comfortability as possible. i… appreciate the offer though.” a small, forced grimace tilted the corners of your mouth along with the narrowing of your eyes before moving to step side him. the melodic chime of your sister calling out to you rung much louder as your heels click farther and farther away from him. 

but under his breath, you swore you heard a faint mumble that strung your shoulders tighter. 

“you won’t always be able to avoid me, [...].”

“are you sure it’s him, hayden? there’s no fucking way it can be, right?”

you and your sister sprawled out of the expensive cotton sheets of the hotel’s king sized bed. orange hues from old tiffany lamps ablaze the white plaster walls, creating a soft glow away from the moonlit path shining from the balcony window. It had been three days since the last time you both had seen the group, recuperating to be ready to venture out on the road to the next city, atlanta.

but, tragedy had struck in the deep city of houston. hayden broke through the door late in the chilled evening to announce the news. your driver, an older man named clark, was brutally assaulted in what seemed to be a mob attack that led him to be unconscious in a hospital bed. this wasn't like clark to get in situations that would incur violence in the first place.  something’s in the water.. and you had a feeling that it’s closer than you think. 

“it’s him, [..]. i’m for certain that it’s him, i already paid his hospital bills and sent our condolences. i mean-.. he has a family. grandchildren. i can’t imagine how they feel right now.” 

your older sisters’s breath trembled, eyes perspirating with wet unshed tears as she stumbled over her words. your reflection matched hers, an unmistakable sorrow simmering between the both of you. 

 “I’m thankful for ryomen offering us to ride in their tour bus. that was kind of him. ” she softly wept, dapping her salty tears with the silk sleeve of her pajamas, a brand that you were sure she had no idea the name of. 

wait.. what? 

your gaze whipped towards hers, questions spiraling in your mind as if someone blew a house of cards down. how did he know? was he told by hayden? why would he go out of his way to offer up the tour bus that was presented to them? so many question, yet an extreme lack of answers. 

swirling like lightening through the depths of a tornado was the tone of his voice that day when you left his side. those words.. the words she was so sure she had mistakenly heard.

 ‘tomorrow,’ you settled in your mind with a harden resolve. tommorow, you would observe and keep your distance. 

the sky painted plum and raspberry delight in brush-like strokes in the eerily early morning in houston, texas. morning dew dipped in the sage beauty of the long stems of grass as they ventured past the parking lot in the journey towards the tour bus. the city was quiet, like it was holding its breath. waiting for something to arise. 

outside , near the broad doors of the bus, a man with smoky brown hair wrapped into two loose ponytails on the top of his head tipped them an angled smile. not forced, but not genuine either. his chestnut eyes sunk in with purple hues decorating the bags under his fair  skin as if it has been decades since he last felt a soft pillow support his head. 

in his broad hands, sparked what looked like an old rusted lighter burning the orange end of his cigarette to life. as you two soared past him, offering small hellos, he stood in silence only blowing out puffs of smoke from his lungs. 

choso, you recalled his name from the research that you and you sister conducted on the group. he was the drummer, preferring not to speak unless spoken to. an odd one, you heard rumors he prefers to write their pieces in the cemetery with the two guitarist. 

“okay then..” you muttered, already feeling a bit weary of your surroundings. 

stepping up into the tour bus, the air thickened with invisible smog, constructing around your throat and squeezing like a vice. again, the damn feeling of being watched surfaced, but this time you neglected the carnivorous examination.

instead, your eyes scampered over towards the interaction between your sister and the two guitarists, satoru gojo and suguru geto. they both stood at staggering heights, so far up that both of them had to sulk under the overheads of storage trunks right above their seats. 

it almost felt intentional to you. the starking extreme differences.

platinum white strands against long obsidian locks. icy blue like an alaskan spring against a deep hazy violet, a winter’s bloom. boyish charm versus a sly fox’s seduction. so similar, yet the distinctive differences flow with each of their complexities. 

oh, one more thing. 

both of their gazes turned a little darker at the sight of your sister. while satoru grinned and hopped up from his seat to usher hayden between the two, suguru placed his arm around her waist and tugged her closer. between the three of them, no space was required. they breathed in each other’s air. lost in the world of three.

clearly, this has been ongoing, and once your sister peeked over her massive playthings to lock eyes with you, it confirmed all you needed to know. 

“later..” you mouthed, narrowing your gaze at her. she is grown indeed… and older, but you were sisters. And she damn sure would have been riding your ass if you kept any parts of your love life from her. 

not that you had any-

“ooh, i was wondering where your claws went, tiger.” damn him and his chilling baritone voice. you didn’t have to turn in his direction to pick guesses on who had a thing for frightening you. his slender fingers gestured to the spot next to him.

“ryomen.” you huffed, eyes simmering with defiance. you plopped arrogantly across from him, which only made the amusement dancing in his scarlet orbs all much more fiery. 

he played with the darker ends of his pale pink hair, down and in pristine condition. He wore black on black, opting for something comfortable on the drive then the leather ensemble you saw him in the days before. 

“i see you ended up here, just like i knew you would.”

silence simmered in the air, your brows furrowing with time as his words sunk into your chest, falling deeper into the rhythmic beats. how? how did he fucking know? the more and more you questioned his behavior, the more it starts to sound like a sick horror movie. 

he leans closer, hand closing in on the soft curve of your jawline. his calloused hand tilted your face just a bit closer.. noses nearly touching in earnest. You sucked in a breath, heat flickering in the depths of your stomach as your brain tries it hardest to catch up with the change. 

attempts were fruitful, that blazing expression of his mirroring the crackling allure to yours. 

You hadn’t noticed that your sister watched, that choso climbed back on the bus, or that wheels began to roll. no. it was almost like he had you hypnotize with that flicker of a scarlet glow in his irises-

“mmm, go to sleep, tiger. the road ahead will be long.”

there was no room to question him and his strange behavior. your eyelids fluttered with strange obedience, darkness creeping in from the corner of your vision. haziness wooed you into a pair of strong, cold arms before you dipped into an abyss of sleep. 

all work belongs to to @aaazade please do not copy, translate without permission, or post my work! let me know if anyone would like to be apart of my taglist as i post each episode. hope you enjoyed episode one!

[arbitrarykiwi]

Dates with Nam-Gyu

a drabble about what dates w/ Nam-Gyu would be like

Warnings: weed / smoking weed mentioned otherwise sfw

A/N: I literally can’t get this man out of my head yall…it’s BAYYDDDDD. Im sorry to those of yall who are wanting the next part of the smut fic I promise im still hard at work on the 3rd/last part of Third Times a Charm but just took a lil break to just rant about my love <3

Dates with Nam-Gyu are spur of the moment. Coming out of no where but are always an adventure. As sporadic as they seem, they’re always strangely thought out.

It’s like he knows you inside out. Like you’re a book he’s read front to back more times than he can count. You’re sure he knows things about you that you’ve long since forgotten about. That one drink you loved from that one pop up six months ago? Yeah you couldn’t even remember the name of it now but he somehow knows the ingredients and gathers them to make it again for you at home randomly.

The dates come out of nowhere and are surprisingly almost always his idea.

You guys are walking home from picking up his work check and see a new aquarium open? He’s immediately pulling you across the street by the wrist, taking you the entire wrong way from where you need to be to go home to pull you into the aquarium and navigate it strategically to find your favorite sea creature.

You mention a new flower shop that opened in town your friend told you about while you guys are pulling up to the plugs house to get some weed? He’s skipping the road you turn down to get home to drive to the shop, pull into shops parking lot and take you inside so you can pick out whatever flowers you want.

You look a little too long at the beach while your guys are walking home from dinner in the middle of the night? He’s throwing you over his shoulder and running down the wooden steps to the beach. The smile on his face widening as you giggle and pound your fists on his back. When you get put down you quickly kick off your shoes to sink your feet into the sand- you’re immediately pushing at his chest with a yell of ‘you’re it!’ before sprinting off down the beach. He darts after you with a loud laugh. You think you guys were on that beach for three hours before you went home.

You look a little too bored by the TV show you guys are watching on a rainy night? He’s pulling you up off the couch with a laugh and tugging you out the apartment door into the raining outdoors to splash in the puddles and twirl you around in the rain. He also makes sure to snap pictures of you as you dance around the empty streets, loving the candid pictures he gets of you the most.

He really does adore you. Looks at you like you hung the moon!! He has a note in his phone about everything about you. Anything you like, all your favorites, your birthday- including the time you were born, all special dates involving your relationship- he’s devoted.

As for planned dates- they’re always on dates that mean something in your relationship. And they are ALWAYS perfect. He honestly tries so hard that he overdoes himself sometimes, getting anxious that you won’t like it and spilling the surprise days before it happens because he’s worried he did something wrong and you wouldn’t like it- you never hate it though. It’s always more than you could have asked for.

6 month anniversary? He takes you out of town to a place that he saw you like multiple times on instagram. A cute air bnb out in the woods with a private infinity pool that over looked the mountains. He even got there a day earlier to set up flowers on the dining table surrounded by various gifts he got you, including a stuffed animal he saw you pick up multiple times at the mall weeks ago and never bought because you talked yourself out of it.

Anniversary of the first time you guys hung out and smoked together? He sets up the house before you come back from errands, TV set on the old show you guys watched then, he somehow found the old ass rolling tray you used years ago and set it up on the table with the same snacks you guys ate that day and the weed he bought just for this occasion. You genuinely didn’t even know what the occasion was until he told you- and it damn near had you sobbing at how cute he was.

1 year anniversary? Fuck he’s going all out. He’s planning a trip that lasts a week that starts the day far y’all’s anniversary. The day of, he’s taking you shopping telling you to pick out a new outfit for dinner- dress, shoes, jewelry, makeup everything. He’s buying it for you. Even stupid little plushies you find cute along the way, he’s telling you to pick it up so he can get it for you. He takes you to a fancy restaurant you talked about wanting to try, full course five star meal. He gifts you a necklace at dinner, one that you have been talking about- one you never asked him to buy because it’s so expensive, even going the extra mile to get a small ‘N’ engraved on the back. When you go on the trip the next day you find you’re flying first class- he really loves spoiling you.

[girlfriendsofthegalaxy]

tuesday again 1/21/2025

hey it's fucking snowing here in houston texas! what the fuck!

listening: toes by the glass animals

reading: the steerswoman series by rosemary kirstein, and the gay and lesbian erotica book of the week, candidate by tracey richardson

watching: various david attenborough documentaries

playing: brief genshin impact report

making: banana bread

listening

glass animals' toes: my best friend's husband and i were chatting about music my best friend introduced us to, and my god there's been so much! i remember back in 2018 i did not expect to like them bc we had wildly diverging indie rock tastes at the time, but they really do scratch something in my brain. very good writing music, bc each album has such a tightly curated vibe and the words are recognizable english but so poetic as to be mostly nonsense. this song is loosely about The Island of Dr Moreau. my best friend has described this song as "like listening to crayons melt"

I'm a man, I'm a twisted fool My hands are twisted too Five fingers, two black hooves I'm a man, don't spin me a lie Got toes, and I can smile I'm crooked but upright

a song for very few blorbos but when it hits for a blorbo it Hits yanno

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reading

im having a brain time that is favorable to reading many books in one week. we're going to start with some i loved and then go to the gay and lesbian erotica, which i did not love and did not finish.

talking about which post led me to this series would give you an enormous spoiler for the book. we're going to yoink the Setting from wikipedia:

A Steerswoman is a traveling scholar, required to answer any question asked of them, as long as the asker answers truthfully in return. Anyone refusing to answer a Steerswoman's question is placed under a ban, and no Steerswoman will answer their questions in future. Only wizards do not respect the Steerswomen, maintaining intense secrecy around their magic. Kirstein's work is often characterized as science fantasy. Jo Walton describes the Steerswoman series as "not only science fiction, but more science fictional than anything else."[1] Cory Doctorow says of The Steerswoman, "even the book's genre is a riddle that you'll have enormous great fun solving."[2] The Steerswoman series addresses themes of technological development, inter-species interaction, and distribution of knowledge.[4]

i ADORED these. i did basically nothing for two days except apply to jobs and read these books. these are physics brain books. these are Science Fiction with the capitals on books. the first chapter has someone derive a bit of orbital mechanics from first principles by making logical inferences from a chart she drew in the dirt about distribution of certain jewels. despite that, it's never boring! sometimes the steerswoman Rowan will puzzle over something for several chapters before something finally clicks for both you and her. the books are one big nested riddle, and you have all the pieces from the beginning! it just looks so strange from Rowan's eyes that you don't figure it out until she does! and even when you figure out one bit you just have more questions!!! and despite knowing a huge spoiler going in, part of it really blindsided me! it was a very clever bit of writing! good job rosemary!!!

and now for the gay and lesbian erotica book, which again has a 3.8 on goodreads and again i have no idea why. published in 2008 by Bella Press in a very indifferent perfect-bound ~250p softcover with the most creasable cover imaginable, our author Tracey Richardson is a Canadian writing about an American presidential candidate. from what i read, the political speeches were the best part of the book. this was genuinely groundbreaking and revolutionary in 2008 for a Democratic presidential candidate to openly support the LGBTQ+ community! i think Tracey put a more progressive veneer on some of JFK's speeches but that's okay they still hit! that man did have some talented staff members and a great stage presence!

i tortured my best friend by reading snippets of this aloud and removing her toddler daughter from various mischief as she cooked, and we got really stuck on the presidential candidate Jane's age. she is forty three. she is a medical doctor. she lost her husband ten years ago when she had her own private medical practice at THIRTY THREE. she left for a year to do Doctors Without Borders, started a nonprofit in America about healthcare access, and is now a second term senator. this had my bestie and i doing back of the envelope math and we can only conclude she never slept or went on vacation.

i have many beefs with this book, both petty and with regards to construction. my best friend got extremely peeved at the description of someone's accent as "a well heeled eastern seaboard accent". WHAT the fuck does that mean. WHERE on the eastern seaboard??? the standard American Newscaster Accent is faintly midwestern. did they have a sort of bland tidewater politician faint drawl? who knows! this canadian author cannot tell us :(

Tracey is a big fan of dropping details very late. eg we only find out on page 8 after a lot of dialogue that love interest/Secret Service agent Alex has a southern accent. Five pages into a party scene we find out she’s wearing a hawaiian shirt. i had to go back and reread the entire party scene with that in mind. on page 42 we find out Alex is an Olympic gold medal hockey player in the first year women were allowed to play Olympic hockey. earlier in the book we see her playing hockey for funsies with her rec league and we also go over her dossier in detail with Jane. either place would have been a great place to bring this up!!!

this book is also very reverent of the office of usa politicians in a way i find strange for a canadian. and for alex, a somewhat jaded civil servant. alex!!! she’s just a rich nepo baby and has good stage presence!!!! stop falling for it!!!

as a bisexual, novels about straight widows turning lesbian really bother me sometimes. this was one of the ones that really bothered me. it's kind of insane how little bisexual fiction there is compared to the strongly represented pan and poly communities. this was 2008 though so pansexuality wasn't really as mainstream, i don't remember hearing much about it until i went to college in western massachusetts in 2013.

i had to stop reading this book bc it hit me with the following:

these are both cis women. does she have an infection??????? is she okay???? the book is not going to get better from here. books rarely start out bad and then improve. i have only a limited amount of time here on god's green earth and i want to read the thirteenth volume of witch hat atelier instead. gentle reader, i hope you understand.

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watching

again if i could log individual children's tv show episodes i would be winning letterboxd. i half-watched a lot of david attenborough docs in the background and fell asleep on a couch to his soothing voice. there are some fucked up little guys on this planet.

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playing

good fucking riddance, even though this is basically a slap on the wrist. the multiple-step in-game currency exchanges in order to get the main in-game currency for pulling for characters is one of the more underhanded gacha systems. gambling is an ancient human activity, it is not instantly harmful or instantly addictive, and there will never be a good way to legislate it out of existence, but i do think some more predatory practices (like this one!) should be legislated.

nothing to report about actually playing genshin this week. a big yearly event approacheth, however. excited to bring you news of the new four-star character, a basket weaver

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making

banana bread embarrassment. i hate my kitchen so fucking much. my fridge and oven both need to be replaced but will my landlord do that???? no. this oven is from 2007 and does not hold a consistent temp, which is fine if im roasting chicken thighs and it randomly spikes the temp and doesn't heat in one quadrant, but it makes it Very Difficult to bake. i think this was a combo of an inconsistent inner temp and forming a slightly burnt crust that did not want to pull out of the perhaps undergreased pans. fuck an aldi nonstick spray i guess. i SLATHERED that thing and it still had to be persuaded out of the pan.

i consistently forget that martha stewart consistently produces baked goods that are just a touch oilier than i like. you could lose a good two tablespoons of butter in this and not notice it much, i think. a very wet recipe. added in one orange's worth of zest bc i like it.

[deanangel]

pairing: dean winchester x fallen angel reader .ᐟ

synopsis: just a little day in the life of dean and fallen angel reader !!

warnings: light kissing but overall cutie

word count: 400+

the bunker fell eerily quiet, yet the sound of feet pattering and a camera snapping quick photos could be heard amidst the silence. it didn't take much convincing for you to be allowed to stay, dean felt a strange sense of comfort around you that he couldn't let go away. you were obsessed with taking photos. anything or anyone around the bunker had their picture taken.

anyone but yourself, you didn't quite know how.

running around the bunker and bothering dean was your new favorite pastime. “sweetheart 'm busy.” he'd say, using the nickname that made your knees feel like jello everytime, but he really didn't mind. he enjoyed your company, it made him feel grounded like you were his foundation keeping him sane; you kept him together.

during your time staying in the bunker you amass a collection of small trinkets. ranging from little buttons from years ago when the men of letters still accompanied the place and bones you'd found of animals. dean found it a bit weird, especially since he wouldn't expect an ex-angel to collect bones, but whatever made you happy made him happy.

randomly throughout the day he'd hear facts spew from your lips from all the things you've read and observed while in heaven, and your complaints for a milkshake which you always got despite his reluctance.

instead of taking pictures or talking his ear off he'd find you outside-dirtied white dress and bare footed. he never understood why you bought more just for them to end up dirty.

“dean look how pretty!” you would say, holding up a flower to his face. gently dean would push your hand away to get a better look. you got rather excited while showing him things, he thought it was cute.

rushing past him tracking muddy footprints onto the bunkers floors as you ran to sam. placing it atop of the lore book he was engrossed in, it was a peace offering for letting you continue to stay. you didn't have to, but it was one of the many things you thought humans did from your time watching them since creation.

then you would snap a photo and move on with your day. it was your unique way of keeping memories-forever.

at night you found yourself in deans bed even if you had one of your own. his was more comfortable, it smelt like him which always relaxed you. before falling asleep tangled up together dean would give you a small peck on the lips, his arms pulling you closer until you were molded to his form. you could die like this and wouldn't have a complaint, dean was yours and you were his.

authors note: hiii please let me know how you feel about thiss i know its not much, but i've been out all day and didnt have a lot of time to think so its not my best work!! i love you all and should i start a taglist? <3

^ why is this image actually deans fallen angel reader 😭

[2g-1k]

hell yeah let's do another answer on this blog surely my answers have changed.. Right?

Last song: Against the Tide - Sail North

Fav colour: all things blue. Best colour.

Sweet/spicy/savoury: all of them 😔

Last movie: haven't watched one for so long, i forgor 💀

Last show: Arcane, Dandadan if anime counts

Last book: lol i totally forgot i accidentally opened a howls moving castle pdf on Pinterest and read it halfway before accidentally closing it. But anyway it's that. Unless you include non fiction then it's languages of the world (forgot the author)

Last thing searched: against the tide lyrics LMAO i wanted to sing along to the song

Current obsessions: gt fearplay stories, sea shanties, epic the musical. Still the same answers lol

Looking forward to: fireflywritesgt's asexual borrower darkfic (literally almost a year and bro's still my favourite author if i weren't that awkward I'd love to be friends with them). and Chinese New Year

SORRY IDK WHO TO TAG. I HEREBY INVITE ALL OF YOU TO ANSWER. lol

// 10 People I'd like to know better //

I got tagged by @kbthebearcat and @captain-clandestiny THANK YOU GUYS

🎧Last song🎧: I am not sure to be honest 😭 i was listening a mixed playlist on shuffle but i last remember listening to return to forever and when i fall in love

🎨Favorite color🎨: THE ONE AS MY BLOG BACKGROUND i am obsessed 💔 AND A WARMER TONE OF MUSTARD YELLOW tbh all the natural colors really 🤭

📚last book📚: I am not much of a reader, but i read "Ağrı Dağı Efsanesi" as homework. (Browsed the recap but sshhh)

🍿Last movie🍿: Ugh i am so embarrassed but Sonic 3. MY FRIENDS FORCED ME OKAY?!. Like you can't expect someone who likes "The Game", "Silence of the lambs", "there will be blood", "Jane Eyre" etc to like such a movie- i am REALLY picky about what i watch. But yeah it was Sonic 3 I'm sorry 💀

📺 Last tv show 📺: It was "Baby Raindeer" i guess... It was alright.

🍔 sweet/spicy/savory 🍔: Savory 😌

🌀Current obsession🌀: ASSASSIN'S CREED ASSASSIN'S CREED ASSASSIN'S CREED ASSASSIN'S CREED ASSASSIN'S CREED

Finished the ezio trilogy and now playing unity and black flag. Torturing myself by replaying missions (in unity) over and over until i perfectly ghost them. People hate that game for some reason but i like it a lot tbh

🔍 Last thing searched 🔍:

I was answering the ask then i called Hargrove "passed away recently". i was sure it was not as "recently" so i searched to find out. 2018 was the date. He was such a nice trumpeter. I found about him after coming up with Roy and now one of his songs i think is roy if he was a song. Here's the song for those wondering !

👀looking forward to👀: nothing specific. But i am curious about the gt of that upcoming fable game. Probably can't afford it and don't have the hardware to run it so I'll watch the gameplays 💀

People I'd like to know better:

@justagiantpotato @pipinpali @pacthesis @ohnobrooo @paxmorgana @guaxinimraccoon @olivexing @territorialrain

[jays-doodle-spool]

mans really just got reversed adopted

please read untold origins to experience the quality content that is fukuzawa’s internal dialogue 

[egophiliac]

buckle up lads we're going BACK INTO THE BOOK

[kryptonian-in-winterfell]

In Osamu Dazai’s short story ‘Canis familiaris’, he talks about how much he hates dogs. Despite this, a small puppy follows him home one day and his wife insists they keep it.

That puppy becomes a dog, which Dazai describes as short and ugly on many occasions. The dog has aggressive tendencies, often getting into fights with dogs twice its size.

And I just… couldn’t get through the story without thinking about 15 year old Soukoku.

If you’re looking for new dog insults for Dazai and Chuuya, I suggest reading this story. It’s very enlightening.

[coquelicoq]

this chapter/episode gives me poetry emotions. like i don't even need to read poems about attention & transience & quiet beauty & connection & loss & growth and about sharing them with other people anymore because i just hear origami say "thank you for the beautiful sunset" and bam. same feelings.

[themyscirah]

Finally read Wonder Woman Historia because of your posts about it and damn. goddamn. that was fucking life-changing. literally what the fuck this should be a required read for every single comic book fan to ever exist. fuck

YES OMG THATS WHAT IM SAYINGGGGGGGGGG

(Also yesss got one mwahahaha I'm literally so glad you read it because of me omg 🤗🫶)

No but truly like life-changing sounds intense but is honestly the word for it. Like at least personally I can't emphasize the impact that book has had on me? I first read it about a year ago and finished it just SOBBING. I wasn't even a Wonder Woman fan before reading it. I wasn't even a Wonder Woman fan before reading it. Like do you understand I now run a Wonder Woman blog, I own multiple WW articles of clothing and my entire wall is covered in WW issues and items. If I had to list my top 5 books (not comics, books) of all time Wonder Woman: Historia would be an automatic contender. I reread it constantly, and bring my giant ass hardcover that is too tall for every bookshelf everywhere. It is constantly on my mind.

Anyways just sooooooo so glad you got a chance to read it (especially because of me!!!) because Historia is truly my favorite comic out there and I think it's one of the best things from the medium as a whole : )

Anyways all you folks listening this is you sign to READ WONDER WOMAN: HISTORIA!!!

[fionnaskyborn]

People like this have made me terrified that I am mischaracterizing my favorite character by playing into his strengths and emphasizing them so much... That I'm making things "too anime", "too over-the-top", and by doing that straying away from the groundedness that made the character compelling in the first place... But I think it's better to be a fan who loves someone so much they're willing to step into goofy over-the-top showcases of strength and morals out of love than being a fake fan who only ever rags on what they proclaim is so dear to them. I dunno. I don't think I'm wrong in saying that. I'm hella insecure when it comes to my own writing, especially with this guy because I want to do him as much justice as I possibly can as a writer. But I have to convince myself that it's not too much.

[weaselishmcdiesel]

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[bigcats-birds-and-books]

Books of 2024: THE NIGHT GUEST by Hildur Knútsdóttir.

Sticking with the insomnia-flavored tiny horror theme (and also, apparently, the Deeply Fucked Up Bright Pink Books Published By Tor theme *side eyes JUST LIKE HOME*).

I watched (Zoomed) a conversation between Mary Robinette Kowal and Hildur on the day the book came out, and it was really interesting! Plus I am SO susceptible to Buying Books Impulsively Because I Think The Author Is Neat (*other side eyes unintentional Columbus Book Festival haul*), so I picked up a copy when Bookshop did a coupon for it.

I'm only a few chapters in, but so far I'm very intrigued! It's starting as a tense little mystery about Why Is She Always Exhausted When She Wakes Up and so far medical professionals have Found Nothing Wrong, which she knows is bullshit but can't solve (the exhaustion and the resignation about it are uh. too real. it's a very real book). The suspense and the tension are already ratcheting up, and the chapters are very bite-size and readable! Will report back a final verdict when I'm done!!

(Side note: it comes with apparently a massive content warning re: animal death/harm, which, per the Zoom conversation, does not fuck up Icelandic readers like it tends to fuck up American readers?? Specifics are all over Goodreads, so check there first if that's a heads up you need!)

[wow-an-unfunny-joke]

Silly Game Time: Open Youtube. What's the title of the 3rd video recommended to you, and what's your interest in it on a scale of 1 to 10?

(Mine's: "Blastoise Is My Dad MBMBAM Animatic" and the interest is 8. Clicked it and am watching it and everything.)

Mine is “Honey I’m Home - The Magnus Archives” it looks to be an Amv or something of the sort, I might watch it. Tho- currently I have 7 separate YouTube tabs open (relistening to tma in one, listening to the mechanisms in another, a live performance of the mechanisms in the third, a different mechs live performance????? In the fourth, CaFae latte, and Epic the Musical) plus, I’m on the wrong YouTube account. I’ve got one for fun the other for work (I like to watch/listen to video essays and audio books and stuff while o work, I just pick something that seems interesting and then leave autoplay on and see where the rabbit hole takes me. I love long videos- hours long videos diving into the depths of some niche topic are my FAVORITE) so whole interest level is high- like an 8- I likely won’t watch it

[uwudonoodle]

How to Train Your Dragon audiobook 1

Good news, it's my turn to pick the book/movie for the book club. We're doing How to Train Your Dragon. The audiobook is only 3½ hours long, it's on YouTube for free, and it's read by David Tennant! Some of the members haven't seen the movie before, so it should be a fun club meeting when we get to watch it together. I hope the book is good too. I've never read it before.

[exopelagic]

WHY DID NOBODY TELL ME BURROWS END WASNT FREE