#he simply is not nice and that is the problem

[mai505]

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The Gentle Ache of Almost

or: Simon decides to join you on your trip back home unexpectedly falling into the soft claims of domesticity

It had been 2 days since you had decided to return to your hometown. And Simon fucking Riley decided to join you on your joyride. The flight back had been gruelling ,the 8 long hours giving you not only back problems ,but a wicked migraine aswell. The first step outside the airport felt like you have been thrown into a Time Machine.

The last time you had been here ,you were young just done with school and a whole world to see. Now 3 years later the grey concrete building outside the lavish airport still remained the same ,the air still cold the clouds still dark and the wind still howling. The early January sting stayed on your blushed cheeks as you took the same bus you had taken countless of times. Stepping up the language flowed from you easily, the routine memorised as if you had never left.

The apartment stayed the same aswell as you tuned your lock in the door opening the wooden barrier with a thud. The familiar smell hit you like a truck and the sight of your room pulled at your heartstrings. The ensemble of paper still stuck to your wall with the cheap tape you had gotten from the grocery store. The band posters in your closet with forgotten clothes from your previous self. The same books with marking and jotting of your every thought. “Nice room” Simon had said taking in a different part of you. At the base he had never known you like this, such deep parts of your souls and past.

The unexpected accompaniment from Simon still a mystery to you. Yet you had gone with it as you gazed upon not only just a room but your room.

Now two days later you both had settled in nicely. You would be lying if you said that there weren’t any tears shed on the first day quietly beneath the hot stream of the shower. Being back had taken a toll on you and Simon knew it, he would be lying if he wouldn’t admit that he had heard your sobs and asked himself the same question, of how he would act if he ever returned to his birthing place. Yet soon enough you had done the basics again, you both had gone grocery shopping having a free language lesson on the way teaching Simon the basics. Cleaned the apartment aswell as cooked your first meal.

You knew very well that your 18 year old self would go into cardiac arrest if she found out you came back 3 long years later, let alone with a guy where there was barely a friendship blooming. You had announced you would be coming back to your friends and now your phone was flooded with messages from close people you haven’t seen in long. Now you stood infront of Simon a person usually escaping social events and asking him to do exactly that.

“You want me to do what?” He blinked back suprised at you. Sitting on the black couch, which was definitely more worn than it should be he lounged back in sweatpants and a black T-shirt hugging his physique perfectly, the grey laptop perched on his lap questionable data displayed brightly on the display. “I just need you to attend a dinner with me.” You glanced back at him hope churning in your stomach.

When your friend Clara had spammed your phone about you having to meet her new fantastic as she put it boyfriend you had no other choice but to oblige, yet showing up alone was humiliating for reason which you didn’t want to go into detail to explain.

To your shock Simon agreed quite easily as-well. He uttered a simply sure before returning back to his task. He knew he had to go without his mask and knew he would have to leave the safety of your apartment. Yet your hometown was small, the few people were nothing compared to the big city he had grown up in. He had no problem sacrificing that part of himself to make you feel better. Counter to what you believed, he wanted to get to know you, know your past which shaped you into the person you became today. And what better place to start than where you grew up.

The two days had almost felt like months both of you already settling in a routine. You had given him a spare key and told him places he could go which were foreigner friendly. When he was home you both cooked together, ate together went shopping together, sat on the couch together, watched movies together basically everything. He still slept on the couch even though you had offered your bed. The tall man had refused opting for the uncomfortable leather wrapped sofa instead.

“You got a tux?” you questioned. A soft hum was all you needed as confirmation walking back to your room picking endlessly at the still there dresses. You weren’t sure if you’ll fit but right now that wasn’t the matter. Mentally preparing for the evening was.

After showering getting yourself cleaner than in the last days where you had marinated in ugly sweats and ripped t shirts you felt clean, pretty even if you would dare say. You glanced at the dress suprised at still the accurate fit the zipper though an apparent problem.

”Simon could you help me please.” you softly called out knowing he was occupying the bathroom since the last ten minutes. He hadn’t seen you the whole afternoon and as the sky slowly twisted into a stunning twilight he had wondered if you had perhaps left the house.

Upon hearing your call he held the hopeless task of taming his hair, the blonde locks had gotten slightly longer and he had never put much care to it since it usually stayed hidden behind the confines of his mask.

You stood infront of the long standing mirror in the corner of your room, pictures from 11.Grade still taped to the corners of the black metal lining the mirror in swungen design. Simon entered his tie resting unknotted on his white shirt as he looked up at you, his breath being knocked right out of his lungs.

You looked breathtaking. The dark red dress fell down gracefully to almost your ankles, your feet wore nice heels black in colour which made you a bit taller than you actually were, the silk material of your dress wove itself around your body getting slightly tighter around your waist, hugging the curve of your hips. The dress showed some cleavage modest to a point yet still enough to imagine the rest. You had left your hair in its natural state as it fell gracefully down your back your golden jewellery stood out against the dark Color the bracelets on your wrists clinging.

You moved your hair to the side to reveal an open zipper, the black lace of your bra slightly visible from under the part you had managed to close in your own. Taking a deep breath Simon walked over as his warm hands left hot traces on the skin it touched as he closed the zipper till the top. Softly you turned around facing him head on even with the heels he still towered over you by quite a lot your eyes fell to his open tie as you raised shaking hands to tie it for him.

“You look beautiful.” he whispered out without thinking. You blushed at the sudden compliment him noticing the slight flush you cheeks got “Thanks.” you mumbled back “You clean up pretty well yourself.” you added with a smile. A chuckle left his lips as he looked down at your own. “You nervous.” he asked gently noticing your shaking hands. “ A bit.” you murmured “Clara can be a bit much plus I haven’t seen her in long.” you explained. He simply nodded while you continued fumbling with his tie. “There.” you gave him a pat on his chest before asking him it was alright. He took a look in the mirror, indeed you had knotted it perfectly, the simple Windsor knot done so well he couldn’t have even compared. “Where’d you learn that?” he said turning to you. You shrugged your shoulders spritzing more of your intoxicating perfume on your wrists”Used to do it a lot for my father”.

Even though what you had said was barely a sentence Simon felt it was the most intimate thing you have ever said, especially since you never talked about your family and one would think you don’t have any. During work you never mentioned your parents, friends or any other relations despite how open cheerful and talkative you were, once one would think about how much they actually knew about you it was nothing.

You talked a lot but never revealed details about yourself. The crinkle of the key was heard as you came back Simon still gazing in the mirror”Okay enough staring at your face pretty boy we’re gonna be late.” you huffed turning around while shrugging a black coat on. The comment fazed him. You thought he was pretty ?

Taking the public transportation felt odd to Simon as you both stood there fully clad in formal dress wear inmidst tired looking people often throwing looks at you.Yet you stood there confident in your presence. You didn’t want to walk since it was “too cold” as you had put it but really you just weren’t ready to walk that long in your heels. As soon as you left the warmth of the stuffy tram the previous excuse seemed to fit just right. The cold wind nipped at your exposed face and you couldn’t help but tighten the shawl around your neck hoping for some sort of warmth.

In the distance you saw the restaurant the illuminated sign displaying proudly its name. From far you could already make out your friend. Sighing harshly you turned to Simon as you headed towards the entrance and also the woman and man”Brace yourself.” you whispered. Just then a high pitched squeak was heard as your name was screamed in delight, the woman waved excitedly. “You’re here!” she exclaimed loudly turning to hug you tightly. “How long has it been ,what 3 years?” she shakes her head in disbelief “God you’ve only gotten prettier.” she gushed. “Looking great as always love.” you smiled genuinely at her before embracing her in the hug.

Simon mustered the exchange with confused eyes he barely understood anything, you talking in your language. Taking in the woman who was yapping at you, she looked exactly as you had described. Standing a bit shorter than you with a silver dress that stood out like a sore thumb she looked just how you explained, someone who craved attention. The woman’s blonde hair fell straight over her shoulder and her heavy silver necklace stood out against her pale skin. You looked like the complete opposite standing next to her and Simon couldn’t help but notice that somehow you had gotten quieter listening actively to what she had to say.

Clara turned to the man behind her and pointed at him while saying something you obviously understanding as you shook his hand and smiled politely. Boyfriend Simon would’ve guessed that had him thinking of precisely how you had planned on introducing Simon. In a blink you had turned to Simon placing a hand in his arm “ This is Simon.” you said sweetly,”Simon this is my friend Clara and her boyfriend Max”. Clara’s eyes peaked in interest as she held out a hand “Nice to meet you.” she said her English heavily accented. “Let’s go in should we “ Max said, the first time talking for this evening. He was a rather short man, only a few inches taller than you yet he seemed nice. Simon tried to refrain from judging.

You rushed through the door first desperate to get out of the cold when Clara came up next to Simon. “You’re from Britain right, sorry for my bad English.” she laughed slightly. “No problem.” Simon recounterd politely. “So Simon you must be special.” she started as his questioning gaze deepened, she continued,”You’re the first boyfriend she’s introducing.” she said simply following your lead into the restaurant.

Something about that made his heart warm first, the fact that Clara thought he was your boyfriend, that he was worthy at all and second that he was the first, the first to sit down with your friends and talk in a couples way.

The dinner was gruesome Clara wouldn’t stop, talking at some point she even switched back to her more comfortable language ignoring the fact that Simon didn’t understand. You sat there not even a trace of boredom on your face as you listened for 3 hours straight to whatever she was talking about, patiently sipping your drink you nodded and ever so often chimed in. Simon on the other hand couldn’t hide the displease on his face. Clara’s boyfriend chose his phone as source of entertainment, while all Simon could do was angrily jab at the chocolate cake with too much sugar. After a while he slid it over to you softly patting your thigh in the process. The heath from his warm hand made you pause for a second as Simon hand never left and it didnt for the rest of the dinner.

Sadly, as Clara put it, the dinner had to come to an end because her boyfriend had underestimated the innocent looking fruit martinis and was now slurring his word and tripping over pure air. You and Simon both sober as a rock bid your farewells both smilingly tightly yet as soon as they were out of view the grin dropped. “I told you brace yourself.” was the first thing you said to him noticing his heavy sigh of relief. ”Yeah, but not actually brace yourself” he encountered. You just smiled before linking your arm around his. “Let’s go home my feet are killing me” “Want me to carry you” Simon questioned.

The question took you back as you laughed whole heartedly. ”Yeah sure.” you joked. Simon only shrugged before effortlessly picking you up bridal style holding you close to his chest. ”I didn’t actually mean it you brute put me down.” you shrieked the shock of being picked up nearly causing you a heat attack. Simon softly chucked alongside you as he put you down.

“So how do you know the chatter box”? He asked. You stifled a laugh at the nickname before thinking of what to say. You looked up at Simon, who was already looking at you expectantly. So you told him everything there was to know about Clara. Of how you met her in 5. Grade at the measal age of 11 both of you young and hopeful for a new school year in a new school and class. How she was the one who you ran to with boy issues and she the same. How you both once had a night in the living room during a class trip where the electricity had failed and you had climbed out of the window. “She’s not one of my closets friends.” you confessed. ”Yet we’ve been friends for so long she’s just always been there” you smiled”she’s great really even if she never shuts up” you grinned up at the sky the stars beautifully reacting the night sky. By time you had said a couple of word you had already started you full blown rant laughing and telling stories about your school life and Simon drunk of every single thing like a thrirsting man.

When you were done you both had reached home already, the gray concrete building seeming more welcoming than anything right now. Pushing the keys into the lock you opened the door, the warmth revealing in your body as you pushed off your coat Simon following your lead.

You both stood in the span of your kitchen as you asked him if he wanted tea, him simply nodding never turning down a cup of tea. Putting the dusty kettle on the stove you silently turned to Simon. “Do you know how to dance?” came his deep voice. It snapped you out of your day dream as you took in his question. He noticed your questioning face. ”You mentioned you took classes briefly could you teach me?” he looked at you rather gently. Your heart ached at the fact that he had remembered such a detail from the whole novel you had told him.

You nodded chuckling as you both stood in the dimly lit kitchen. “Put your hands here” you guided his hands to your hips as you placed yours on his shoulders, both of you swaying to the nonexistent music. You softly instructed him on where to put his legs and how to move his feet when you easily fell into a rhythm.

”You’re a natural.” you laughed.”very fast learner” you noted. “Only thanks to my great teacher” he added smoothly. You laughed laying your head on his chest now only swaying on the spot his own arms around your hips pulled you closer to him almost like a hug as you connected your arms behind his neck.

The whistle of the kettle brought you out of your dance as you smiled up at him, he returning it in the slightes yet you know it was a big thing to get even any kind of reaction out of him.

You gazed up into his kind eyes his rather beautiful eyes as if finally taking the time to appreciate their actual beauty. Simon overall was an attractive man you knew that, always did. With his strong and powerful build it contrasted stark against the soft and quiet personality you had gotten to know. “I should go change.” you broke the heated gaze averting your eye to the door and feeing yourself reach out of Simon’s warm embrace. He agreed returning to the bathroom to take a shower.

It was already quite late when you finished as you ventured into the living room fully assessing the couch it looked far too uncomfortable for Simon to sleep in. ”Everything okay” came his deep tone as he made you turn. You mustered him for a second. “Do you wanna sleep in the bed” you blurted out. “It’s just the sofa is really bad for your back and looks absolutely horrible to sleep in god you must not be sleeping I’m so sorry-“ Simon stopped your nervous rambling my placing his hands in you shoulders “Hey is that okay with you ,I mean me sleeping next to you?” he asked sincerely. You nodded.” Words darling “ he mused. “Yeah it’s okay.” you breathed out. “Then let’s go I’m bloody tired” he said softly.

You merely nodded tiredness clouding your body aswell. Slipping in under the warm covers felt welcoming after a long evening of walking your exhausted body sprawled onto the mattress before softly turning.

You held your breath almost waiting for Simon to slip him. You heard him take off his shirt before chugging it inside corner getting into the bed with a groan and pushing himself under the covers. You turned to him stopping shortly realising exactly how close you both actually were. “Goodnight Simon” you whispers. “G’night love” he smiled before reaching over and softly placing a kiss on your hair. The action was so innocent so small yet it left you giddy as butterflies erupted in your stomach.

You turned away from him to hide your smile not knowing he knew exactly how big your grin was under the blanket. He gently pulled you into his warm chest, spooning you the warmth radiated off of him as he softly brushed his hand through your hair. The last things you remembered as you soundly drifted off.

•Main Masterlist

[elderwisp]

OC Tag Game

thank you for the tag @morrigan-sims ! as requested, here is some lore about Buff ;_; i tag: @allfrogsmatter @cakepoppresent @lynzishell @gvaudoiin-tricou @flovoid

General

Name: Buff. He doesn't have a last name since his clan takes on the last name based off of an achievement. His alias doubles as his last name which was given to him by his Dad gave him before sending him off.

Alias: the Unremarkable

Gender + Pronouns: Cis | He/Him

Age: 20

Spoken Language(s): Orcish and Common

Sexual Orientation: Straight

Occupation: He works for Edrick Morvin as a mercenary (although it's more like he's paying off a debt after destroying this man's bar)

the rest shall be under the cut! ⇣

Favorite

Color: His favorite color would have to be green! It's more comforting if anything. The peacefulness of the forest. The familiarity of his tribe, the Stonlight clan.

Entertainment: In the past, entertainment was hard to come by unless it was the brutish celebrations after a kill or pillaging. However, once he started venturing off into cities, he enjoyed the spectacles life had to offer. Whether it was an entertainer on the street, a bustling market or a lively bar. There was always something new for him to enjoy. Although out of everything, he enjoys a night out in a bar.

Drink: He likes the bubbles of ale. The side effects? Not so much

Pastime: He loves to nature-watch, especially if he finds a nice tree with some plush grass underneath. Lately though, he's started to pick up on sewing his clothes. Although he occasionally needs the help of Bone when it comes to threading the needle. (They both are pretty bad at it!)

Food: Any sort of hearty soup. The first time he tried soups of the city was such a life-changer to him. In his past, all he ever really had was boar, potatoes, and occasional green, but to put it in a soup?? Oh my

Have they...

Passed University: Negative.

Had Sex: Nope.

Had sex in Public: Also nope.

Got Tattoos: No although getting inked has piqued his interest. In his tribe, it was more like ceremonial markings, whereas the city, he likes the artistic element to it!

Got Scarred: Plenty. He has the scar on his nose from sparring in his youth. He has scars from his previous encounters. His most recent was a bite from his encounter with a bone naga.

Had a Broken Heart: Nah. Even the disappointment of his father didn't feel like having his heart broken, deep down inside, it felt like he was finally set free. Even if freedom came with a whole other set of problems.

Are They...

A Cuddler: If he experienced cuddling, I just know he'd enjoy it. But he'd really have to trust the other.

Jealous Easily: No, he finds jealousy, while valid, simply complicates a situation based on paranoia. Although he has more of a logical viewpoint because he's never been placed in a scenario where he's had to experience it.

Trustworthy: Once you get to know him, yes. But at first glance, absolutely not. Especially if his face is covered, he's quite looming, carries a huge ax and has the typical orcish features, he comes off as a bloodthirsty brute. And then the hood comes down and you're sorta perplexed because he has a soft face followed by a quiet voice.

Family

Siblings: None. Bone is like the closest he's experienced to having a sibling.

Parents: His father is Jagg Oathsworn and his mother is Dura the Undying. He wasn't raised by his mother, that was left to the handmaidens so their relationship is practically nonexistent. Meanwhile, he had to answer to his father a bunch and that relationship was strained since Buff had no attachment to taking over the tribe when it was time. His father took Buff's lack of interest as lazy and ungratefulness. Buff simply felt like there was more to life than cruelty. (Which is interesting considering his current occupation requires cruelty at times but I'll yap about that separately!)

Children: None.

Pets: None!

[nosferatuix]

I love how you write Shoko. Too many people make her the normal one of sashisu, as if anyone who willingly hung around those two could possibly be normal, when she's kind of a freak(affectionate) who was a little too interested in cutting Yuji up and has a drinking and smoking problem and emotionally detached and avoidant. But some people go too far and make her a genuine idgafer when she IS a very caring person just stunted. aside from how she cares for her friends, she told Yuji he didn't kill anyone and accompanied Megumi to mourn Tsumiki and wanted to make her look good in the afterlife. I think you balance the sides of her character really well without making her too normal or too detached

thankyeww you have no idea how much this means to me. i used to think i was too particular/picky regarding shoko's characterization in fics because my interpretation of her character usually clashed with the general stance of a big chunk of the fandom. too many people really do try to water her character down to make her normal or nice to make sure we drill it in our heads that stsg were grade a assholes, but we see shoko willingly hanging out with two people who relentlessly bully someone she's very close with – she's an asshole too, she's just not annoying about it like the other two are! she has a serious problem with admitting to/expressing her feelings and does not display emotion in front of people she actually loves and cares about, sure – call it occupational deformation if you will because so do other sorcerers and especially because she's a bit desensitized to hurt/dead people – but she cares. this has been proven time and time again in almost every scene we see her, especially the ones you've mentioned. (i especially love the panel of her saying she doesn't believe in an afterlife but still goes above and beyond to fix someone up so that they'd look nice there if there is one. that's just so kind and it's simply for the sake of being kind because it's a kindness she shows to people she thinks won't/can't appreciate her kindness, because, well, she doesn't believe in an afterlife and she just thinks they're gone forever. i love her)

too many people give her shit or try to justify her saying she doesn't care what happens to satoru's body after he dies, claiming he didn't care for her because he called suguru his only friend so she doesn't owe him respect/care, but i think that's such a shallow interpretation!!! she totally had a moment where her mind went completely blank and yuta of all people had to remind her that they had to transfer him to satoru's body as soon as possible. i feel like scenes like this only proved that my understanding of her character was at least a tad bit correct in the sense that she's not a total idgafer at all, it's just that sorcerers aren't allowed to care like us normal people do. truth be told, i don't think we have ever seen any adult sorcerer actively looking like they care? idk i really like exploring shoko's characterization in this sense bc she feels very realistic to me. i'm glad i was able to balance these two approaches bc i really worked hard on making sure i don't mess it up lol

[ahamkara-apologist]

it's also wild because like. Mara Sov is outright manipulative. she outright says she has plans to kill you if you go astray. she has plans to kill everyone, actually. she gets information she has no business having just to do that even iirc. meanwhile Osiris is a stressed out gay old man who is trying to save everyone except himself.

Okay I WILL defend Mara here and say that while she is a manipulative bitch, yes, that's actually a good thing to have handy. The Young Wolf is fucking dangerous and so are many in the cast of Destiny, so having contingency plans to kill people as needed is kinda necessary (just look at Eris in the dark future). But Mara is out here playing games of 4D chess with the Witness and the likes of Savathun- she needs to play god like that because it's basically her job. The major issue with her is the fact that she doesn't know how to NOT play puppetmaster, and takes it into her personal life- what she did to Uldren was a prime example of that, and while I have many thoughts on why that is, the fact of the matter is that Mara is a person who does what she needs to do with the coldness and cruelty of a deity because that is the niche she's carved out for herself and what she needs to be to ensure the survival of humanity.

Osiris, on the other hand, is NOT playing 4D chess with the Witness- he's a soldier, a defender, a blade. And not only that, he acts the way he does because he's driven by anxiety, paranoia (well-placed paranoia too!), and the fact that for the longest time, he's been alone. He was outright exiled from the Last City! He was alone in the Infinite Forest with nobody other than Sagira and his own mind! That's a lot of centuries to be by yourself, and don't forget that those centuries were preluded by social isolation from his peers and betrayal beforehand. Osiris operated the way he did because his OCD had him constantly running on the assumption that the worst-case scenario was going to happen, and he had the experience from his time as Vanguard and his subsequent exile to show that not only did nobody believe him, they also didn't take it seriously (or took it too seriously) and wouldn't help him with it. Like, no fucking wonder he's always running around acting like he's the only person who's taking things seriously and throwing his all into solving the problem. His mind is hardwired to assume the worst and he has proof that people will not help him with it (though LF has him confronting that)

Like, I myself have OCD, and those repetitive thought spirals are no joke. Imagine that you're confronted with a problem, and your brain automatically jumps to the worst-case scenario for that problem. If you've gotten cognitive therapy for that, you know this isn't the case, but knowing doesn't change the fact that your mind is CONVINCED that the worst case scenario WILL happen, and it will get lodged to the forefront of your mind with all of its gory details while you try your best to ensure that it won't occur. Doesn't matter if you have to shift to doing something else- that fear, that worry, that will always be right in front of you. Meds and cognitive therapy have worked for me on that, but Osiris doesn't have those, and on top of it- he's got prophetic visions! I can't IMAGINE how awful that would be to deal with!!

That's also why his character development after Sagira's death is so big imo- as tragic as it was, Sagira dying for him forced him to really slow down and realize that rushing into things without thinking about his own safety harmed others, not just himself, and his subsequent reminder of his own mortality forced him to be reliant on others instead of refusing to let them help him. Part of why he was so impatient and brusque in Lightfall was because he had to rely on the Young Wolf and Nimbus to deal with an issue that he considered his own, and while it didn't go exactly as planned, I think that's also why he's softened up significantly since then. That, and him being unable to rush headlong into things and to just sit and enjoy his time with Saint (which he never allowed himself to do before because if he had the Light, what was his excuse for not fighting the Darkness) helped him tremendously. It forced him to face his flaws, learn that he could rely on others, and to slow down in life, and he's been doing much better as a result of it.

Osiris has only ever harmed others by completely disregarding the harm that he did to himself, and recent events in the story have forced him to reflect on that and change it. And maybe by being a bit of a blunt, extremely-honest ass that nettles sometimes. That's pretty much the extent of his flaws imo

[ywpd-translations]

Ride 805: Sohoku's morale

Pag 1

1: The banking angle is like this

2: It's like putting the weight on the very edge of the round part of the tire

3: Keep braking at a minimum

4: Right before the curve, switch one gear lower while braking

7: While taking the curve without decelerating as much as possible...

Pag 2

1: push as hard as you can when moving up!!

Pag 3

1: Shorten it....!!

2: The eight minutes distance...!!

To a four minutes distance!!

3: I can go further!!

4: Let's go!!

With everyone's strength!!

5: Woah, is that the selected team!? They passed me

Six people... no, it's seven people!?

Kyofushi joined them at the very back!!

6: Until the “lead” ahead of us....!!

Pag 4

1: The cyclists are here, there's the pack!

Do your best!

They're so colorful!

So fast!

These is the Inter High's.....

Pag 5

1: lead!!

Pag 6

2: Amazing!

They're so fast..!

They caused the wind!

Fighting!

Gooo!

Pag 7

1: The ones in the lead pulling the pack is....

2: the local from Kyushu, Fukuoka Josei!!

Kumadai is there too!!

4: So your best....!!

They looked here and smiled at us

Take the finish line ahead!!

Mokkosu!!

Pag 8

2: The finish line, huh!!

3: Yeah!!

4: The race is already turning to its final stage

5: Also this is the assembly stage now

A small climb... or after that? When Hakogaku will raise their pace and slip through the locals who are now pulling...

(Fukuoka do your best!

Kumamotoo!

They looked this way and smiled!)

Pag 9

1: the real battle for the finish line will start!!

2: It's gonna be a fight we absolutely cannot step back from!!

3: Step back? Not even a millimeter!!

4: You'll be pulling until then

Danchiku!! Kaburagi!! Team SS duo!!

Yessir!!

Yeah!!

5: I'll pull, horuaa....

6: But

7: Will Onoda-san be alright? He's exhausted for all the work he did on the mountain

Uh!! Danchiku is so considerate!! Also,this is a problem!!

Pag 10

1: Aaalright, me too

That's right!! Onoda-san

2: is basically at death's door!!

This guy...

The way he said it...

3: So-sorry... yeah...

I'm.... alright... I rested while on the long downhill earlier

4: What, are you really okay?

Oi, Issa, you're being too direct!

5: By the way, uhm.... we were in a rush when I joined you again... so I couldn't say it

7: I couldn't.... say it properly...

Pag 11

1: I'm sorry....

I lost....

4: He lost!?

We saw it on the sign board!!

5: Even though it was just around 20cm... even though I pedaled with my strength...

6: I didn't take... the mountain prize

Even though... everyone

7: sent me off

Pag 12

1: What are you talking about!! Onoda

What are you apologizing for!! Onoda-kun!!

Pag 13

1: Ima.... izumi-kun...

3: Naruko-kun....

5: I'll buy you some juice later

Ju-juice?

Kakaka!! That's not a big deal!!

Ah, but...

We

6: were fully happy that we got to send you off, Onoda-kun

Pag 14

1: You could run with Manami with all your strength, and that's good enough

3: Well, when you came back to the team all worn out and we saw the distance on the sign board, I knew that it had come true!!

5: You were even annoyed by Doubashi-san!

Ah, so that was for the mountain prize, I see

6: It raised the team's morale

That's enough

Pag 15

1: Teeh...!!

2: Yeah

Right now, the thing that will raise the morale more than anything

3: it's probably them

5: You're right, now there's

6: the water station

Pag 16

2: Onoda-san is in a pinch!!

Onoda-san is in a pinch!!

He's feeling weak, teh!!

3: I have to do something, teh..!!

Kinaka-kuuun!!

4: Onoda-san's ina pinch, teh!!

Give me all your food supplements and bottles, teh!!

Pag 17

1: Rokudaiii!!

Huh!?

So many!?

Why so much stuff!!

2: I thought you would say that, so I got ready, Rokudaii!!

Pag 18

3: I'll leave the senpai to you, Rokudai!!

4: Goooo!! Rokudaiii!!

What... that's an absurd way of delivering it

So much, on!!

What's with this guys... he delivered such a huge weight of supplies in one go!!

Pag 19

1: Ou- teh!!

2: They're perfectly in sync

Amazing

3: ….. Toji-san

4: This year's finish line...

Yeah, it's further away after the mountain stage than it usually is

From here on, after a few hills it goes on with an up-and-down

Pag 20

1: Then they'll enter a long downhill of around 5km

2: After the coastal national away they'll turn right

3: and they'll enter the town where the first day's finish line is

Pag 21

2: There are probably 10km left...

3: and after that

4: the race for the finish line will start

Pag 22

1: And those who are most likely to win will move!!

There's still more

Th-thank you

That must be heavy

6: There are 12km left until the finish line

[francy-sketches]

'why does show joffrey look like that he's supposed to be handsome' no sorry there's so many ugly/not conventionally attractive characteracters being prettywashed I think the rare cases of deyassification are based as hell. I like his weird little face ❤

[average-hua-cheng-fan]

it's actually so important to me that in the memory loss extras xie lian finds out he doesn't have spiritual power anymore (because he's been having sex). it means

he feels comfortable relying on hua cheng

he's able to be 'selfish', and choose what he wants rather than what other people think is correct

he's free from the responsibility of being the most powerful martial god in heaven

he's getting thoroughly dicked down

[asvidema]

i really want to make something like that reference sheet i made for hans, but for henry

[aayakashii]

my friend telling me he'll always be there for me if I want to talk since he thinks I'm depressed because I deactivated instagram,,, he'll never know I deleted it because I didn't want to see his lovey dovey posts about his gf

[seraphidae]

light emeto warning

[digiditto]

party girl/sad girl is such an underrated dynamic and I don’t mean it in an extrovert-adopts-introvert way. I mean it in a trashy shallow attention seeker meets trashy obnoxious internet gremlin who should never cross social circles kind of way. it’s like romeo and juliet to me. they shouldn’t be together but it compels me

[sunekichi]

nothing's more disappointing than searching the suneo tag on ao3 and finding nothing but ******** fanfics where he barely appears. like, don't tag him if his participation in the story is just saying "hi" at the beginning and then he perishes forever.

[angstandhappiness]

Intriguing

1/2

Jax knows what's going on and he's being the most douchey peacekeeper about it.

Anytime the tension rises, Jax comes in with a quip or remark to chill everyone out.

When Gangle asks about Kaufmo:

When Zooble asks where Pomni is:

And when Pomni first brings up the exit he acts like a dick to distract everyone

When the group decide they want to check on Kaufmo and find Zooble he assigns the best people based on how stable they are.

It might be possible that he didn't know Kaufmo had abstracted at this point, but the fact he paired up Kinger and Gangle on the less stressful objective shows he knows it's a possibility since no one has seen Kaufmo and that those two wouldn't be able to handle it if they saw him the way he turned out and could abstract themselves.

[sleepy-bebby]

There’s a scientific journal called “Get me off Your Fucking Mailing List”.

In 2005, computer scientists David Mazières and Eddie Kohler created this highly profane ten-page paper as a joke, to send in replying to unwanted conference invitations. It literally just contains that seven-word phrase over and over, along with a nice flow chart and scatter-plot graph.

An Australian computer scientist named Peter Vamplew sent it to the International Journal of Advanced Computer Technology in response to spam from the journal. Apparently, he thought the editors might simply open and read it.

Instead, they automatically accepted the paper — with an anonymous reviewer rating it as “excellent” — and requested a fee of $150. While this incident is pretty hilarious, it’s a sign of a bigger problem in science publishing. This journal is one of many online-only, for-profit operations that take advantage of inexperienced researchers under pressure to publish their work in any outlet that seems superficially legitimate.

[neverendingford]

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[too-much-boobus]

THIS IS NOT FUNNY GUYS how to become hot enough to justify being so so selfish how to not die AHGHHH AGHGGHHH I HATE HOMOSEXUALITY I HATE GAY PEOPLE AGGHHGGH literally my only weakness. can u imagine my power if i werent gay. i would die meaningless and alone but at least id know id been perfect by everyone else. i was not built for this i was built to be worshipped and yet here i am GROVELING like a PATHETIC FAGGOT because im WANTING SOMETHING which lends myself to VULNERABILITY AND GIVES THE POWER TO DESTROY ME TO SOMEONE ELSE. and WHAT ELSE AM I SUPPOSED TO DO. KILL MYSELF?1?1!1??1? maybe the problem is having self esteem. id say maybe its ok to be this pathetic as long as it makes them love me but it DOESNT EVEN. ITS ANNOYING AND BURDENSOME. i have to suppress myself if i want any of them at all. FUCK MY BAKA LIFE.and im GRATEFUL for this much but i cant help wanting more to the point the need and denial is interfering with my ability to enjoy anything. maybe buddha was right.........

holy shit i just reached the tag limit. anyways im gonna go take a fat shit and pray to god for a system reset soon plzplzplzplz i neeeed it i neeeed to reforge my identity from a depersonalized perspective chat come on its BEEN SO LONG what do i need to do.. ITS NOT MY FAULT NO ONES BEEN TRAUMATIZING ME LATELY come on now:/ i guess thats a good thing but i didnt know i was gonna turn into such a pissbaby afterward 😭 i hate the concept of regression how about im on top of it forever how about i never feel my emotions and never act my age THIS IS TOO SCARY IM SO BAD AT IT AHGHHHHH i will persevere. i just pictured a locked in chad face as a representation of myself and all my mortal complications have been quelled. Get back to work everypony crash out OVER. 😐🧏

#globs #♡