#you que fight

[drawnfamiliarfaces]

What are your thought on First Ninja when he was introduced or just made a major role in the finale of the first season of “Randy Cunningham 9th Grade Ninja?”

Honestly, I wasn't the greatest fan of a very random time travel episode at first. But when it came to First Ninja himself - I was so excited! Because look!!! Cool Ninja Prime who held the mask first!!! What secrets and lore we will glimpse from him?! And his entrance was so epic, not to mention his design was just fun to see.

And then I got a little disappointed because they did him so dirty in the rest of the episode. ;( He literally gave up and was ready to walk away because his plan failed and Sorcerer got an upper hand, like HUH?????! And this man supposedly was part of the Clan that was chasing Sorcerer for YEARS across CONTINENTS and lost ALL OF HIS SIBLINGS in the process. Like?? What.

I know all of it was done so Randy could be the cool one in the episode, but like?? Come on! If creators spent less time on jokes about Plop Plop's name (and just bathroom jokes in general), we could have gotten an actual super epic fight between First Ninja and Sorcerer, instead of Randy just doing all the battle and First Ninja literally just punching Sorcerer once and dunking him in a hole.

And I know, I know it was done in the same vein as the whole show, and I usually like RC9GN humour in general, but even the silliest of cartoons can sometimes make the most epic and serious episodes, especially finales, and I wished if anything it was that one. They still could have done the same haha funnies, but also like?? it could have been so much better.

So in conclusion, if I ever wanted to rewrite an episode, it would be the 13th Century Ninja, tbh.

[brosif40]

The absolute most menoch drawing ever seen appears in my head thanks to this song

Obsession - Joywave

the live version did it to me- but im linking the og

[aj-lenoire]

y'know i was kind of expecting the portal to close around the demon thing and bisect him or whatever, but this is so much cooler

[nerosdayinanime]

ok i originally just wanted to think of something w obagiyuu but then it went to obamitsugiyuu but then sabiuzui happened and now its a full on everyone lives au with everyone hugging the last 3 ubuyashiki kids just after kiriya announces the demon slayer corps disbanded and im Crying

[flamboyant-king]

My darling friend @quelynxyz and I are doing something silly. I’ve only done pixel art like once so this is pretty cool, dude.

[theglassbeads]

outfits veraniegos de amelia, scarlett, bertha, jane, jihae & keira. (+ algunas de sus cosas)

[spacelesscowboy]

AND ANOTHER THING. saying that the latinos who voted for trump aren’t “real latinos” overlooks the fact that a lot of latinos (ESPECIALLY 2nd gen and immigrants. undocumented or not) are conservative.

this doesn’t make them less latino. being latino does not mean being progressive, or liberal, or socialist or etc. it just means you’re from latinamerica.

denying them their identity doesn’t make them exempt from anything. it just ignores the issues in our community of colorism, classism, queerphobia, and xenophobia. just because you’re latino (just because you’re not white) does not mean you’re not complicit. it doesn’t absolve you of anything.

[crashandswirl]

What kind of tragedy are you?

Written in the stars: Luther West, Alf Warner, Joseph Frost, Terri Morales, Bruce McGivern, Nica Pierce, Tiffany Valentine.

It had to end this way. We all know it. Only you were unaware. You had hope. Hope, of course, only makes it hurt all the more. We all knew you would look back, oh love, there's no other version of the story. And yet, alongside you, we still had hope. We believed in you, even though we knew you couldn't win. And you believed in yourself till the last moment. It isn't fair, is it? You didn't know you were doomed.

Self-inflcited: Cassandra Dimitrescu, Ana Lucía Cortez, Katarin, Jill Valentine.

You were given the chance to live, a thousand times over, and yet you never chose it. Not intentionally, oh no, you didn't know it was a grave you were digging. But with every turn, you were twisting the knife deeper. Every decision doomed you more. Had it been anyone else, they would have made it. But you? You are so perfectly you, there was no escaping it. The true tragedy of it all was how preventable it was.

Doomed from the start: Inéz Diaco, Camila Salgado Díaz, M, Angela Miller, Vance Drew.

There was no way of winning, and you knew it too. But you still tried. You tried again and again and again to change it. You fought tooth and claw to change your fate, but she cannot be easily manipulated. It's not your fault. The game was always rigged against you. From the moment you entered the narrative, your fate was sealed. You didn't stand a chance.

Wrong place, wrong time: J.D. Salinas, Letty Ortiz.

It shouldn't have been you. Oh my love, you should have lived. If only. If only you had made a right instead of a left. If only your friend hadn't had so much to drink. If only it hadn't rained last night. Then everything would be fine. A butterfly could have flapped its wings at another time and you would have been fine. Safety was so close, and yet so far. But alas, the stars just had to align.

Tagged by: @pretty-isnt-pretty-enough (thanks for the tag! I was only gonna do like, four muses, but today is not a productive day lol)

Tagging: @torntruth, @tootyfuckingfruity, @mould-girl, @v-jestica / @slxver-scrxm, @bcrntalive, @bullet-x, + anyone else who wants to do it :P

[error404vnotfound]

my mother, for some reason: i will throw out all the pedagogical material my late husband produced as a math and science teacher for almost 40 years. yes! even tho my child is studying mathematics looking into becoming a teacher too

[sweetiepotatofry]

I'd like to formally thank the Walt Disney corporation, and the ghost of Waltimore Disney himself, for funding and supporting my Tokyo revengers binge watching habits. that of which I will be partaking in tonight.

[binghe-malewife-goals]

[laying here] AU where Jayce escapes to the Undercity from Renata's plans and seeks safety with the only person he knows could possibly help him; Viktor

[quillheel]

@playedbetter // lyric starters; without mythologies by the weakerthans.

Maybe the scariest part of seeing Kim with a fever, hot-cold all the time and aching, was less about the fever itself; it was about seeing how that sickness pried back the composure on him like skinning a beetle of its shell, it was less the times he was asleep and more when he was awake; often irritated beneath a reluctance to engage at all and murmuring barely there mostly through the breath of wheezing, it was more about the times he murmured at all.

The Lieutenant's apartment is clean, and maybe it would've reminded you of the Pox if not for the fact you were allowed within it's walls where many weren't, and the various small details that filled itself in on it's own lived in qualities. Clean but imperfect, and unable to escape from the fact of the city you both lived in ━ Revachol whispering on the paint cracked window-sills as summer heat leaked in through them, on the smell of maybe something rotten. gasoline. vaguely something plantlike, like trees bending their leaves up to break up the noise.

There are exactly 11 trees along Kim's street. Maybe you would've noticed in the way here, or maybe not, since Kim invited Harry over after struggling; frustratingly inattentive; throughout the day on a case, and the first time Kim had handed over his place at the wheel of the Kineema so willingly since the beginning of it's service at the station ( it might've been the station's vehicle, one he was lucky to have been able to take with him when transferring over to station 41 after a major amount of string-pulling, ass kissing, and excuses about repairs, but in the end it was always Kim's baby ) to Harry. ━ so naturally, there were many other things to notice when one is entrusted with the golden ticket of a sick man almost begging him not to crash the damn thing than the amount of trees on Kim's street. But there are still 11 trees, and one way or another, you'd gotten home.

And in this home, Kim lays on his back on his couch, glasses removed and eyes covered with a cool wet cloth as a radio plays some random station quietly enough to be unintrusive but still filling a white noise ━ something classical, or at the very least, instrumental. the voices of the piece if you focused on it no more than a distant kind of cloud that wasps over hazily on compressed air waves ━ and occasionally he murmurs to himself, quiet and voice shot. this was the scary part, what he'd say. what it'd tell you. this was the scary part, to hear him through the softest electrical hum...

" si je pouvais, je ferais de toi une rivière déchaînée avec des rapides en colère alimentés en pluie, pour que tu puisses toujours serpenter et pouvoir toujours t'enfuir… " ━ breathe in. ( if i could, i would make you a raging river with angry rapids supplied with rain, so you could always meander, and forever be able to run away… )

sings to himself, rather, here. sings to you? the language hangs on his tongue, syllable after syllable.

" sans lutter… contre les mythes mal interprétés, contre la douleur… " ━ breathe out. ( without contending… with myths wrongly interpreted, with pain… )

he does, sing to you. the only person you can remember who would, regardless of intention. he breathes with the music, and with it comes over with the terror of an honesty so grandiose it becomes small again; marble-like; like an unfulfilled wish he offers out, downy feathered, anyways, because the sentiment matters more than whatever it is now. maybe he doesn't even realize he says it out loud to begin with, but he does, whispers in the gentle shuffle of the apartment's small spaces, composure a dream he hasn't woken into, rarely; rarely, a heart on his sleeve. ( like speaking in your sleep. like honesty when you don't realize it, laid back on the worn cushioning of a couch, allowing himself not to see, allowing himself to merely be, be there. to drive him home. trusting. trusting you. )

[renah]

*sees non-brazilians talking shit about the Brazil's NT and making fun of 7x1*

me: shut the fuck up you fucking gringo, do you even know what is it like to win one, let alone five world cups, fuck you

*sees other brazilians talking shit about the women's NT*

me: VAI TOMAR NO SEU CU FILHO DA PUTA, OS MARMANJOS LEVARAM SETE NO CU E NÃO HONRARAM AS PORRA DAS CINCO ESTRELAS JOGANDO EM CASA, O TIPO DE DESGOSTO QUE AS MENINAS NUNCA VÃO DAR, VAI SE FUDER SEU BOSTINHA

[mallahanmoxie]

not to be extremely pessimistic during this unsolicited panic attack brought on by the flood of tiktoks i just got on my fyp but i dont think there could be anything more humiliating to me personally than getting killed by a gringo during an invasion to seize our natural resources. which they would do. as they have done so before. christ.

[celibibratty]

💥

[thesparkthatlightsthemoe]

That’s a mean right hook. Dang...

Also that’s frickin’ cool.