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Yusuke time

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BIRTHDAY JAMIKALI

BIRTHDAY JAMIKALI

BIRTHDAY JAMIKALI

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via @swatercolor [insta]

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“is this character good or bad” “is this ship unproblematic or not” “is this arc deserving of redemption or not” girl…

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frolicking with mama :)

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Spin this wheel first and then this wheel second to generate the title of a YA fantasy novel!

(If the second wheel lands on an option ending with a plus sign, spin it again)

Share what you got!

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antique.alchemist : instagram

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new game: put your sexuality in the tags and what sauce you eat chicken nuggets with

im a lesbian and i only trust ranch

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Seth Armstrong, Positano, Italy, 2025, Oil on wood panel, 60 x 60 inches

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Desynchronization

Desynchronization by: Ontogenesis WC: ~104,000 Fandom: Hikaru no Go Pairing: Fujiwara no Sai/Ogata Seiji Rating: Teen

Summary: A chance rescue one evening turns into quite a surprise for Ogata Juudan. Whom exactly did he pull out of the Ichigaya Canal? A story about second chances.

Oooooh my god, I’d forgotten how much I loved this story! I read it about ten years ago, when it was first posted on LJ. Really lovely story about a Sai who comes back, but without his memories. And Ogata Seiji is fleshed out and made human and wonderful in this story.

It takes a little while to get rolling, but then it’s a wonderful story about friendship and trust and all kinds of fabulous things. What makes this story particularly wonderful is that the dialogue (spoken and inner) sounds just like a translation from Japanese would. (And I don’t mean clunky. I mean it’s as if the author got into their heads.) Not only that, but the descriptions of the igo games are also like something just out of the manga. I adore it.

Fujiwara met Waya’s glance over his fan, but he didn’t seem worried at all. Actually, Fujiwara looked pretty damn… amused? Waya did a double take. There was no doubt about it, Fujiwara’s eyes were definitely crinkled in amusement and he was looking at Waya like Waya had food or something on his face.

Waya scanned the goban quickly, his pulse accelerating. Was Fujiwara just trying to psych him out, or had Waya missed something? Of course it would be pretty amusing to an amateur to catch a pro making a dumb mistake, but Waya didn’t think he’d made any. Lately, his confidence in his play had been growing, and he’d noticed that he seemed to be making fewer and fewer mistakes as a result. No, Waya concluded as he gave the board a final glance-over, he hadn’t made any mistakes.

But the niggling feeling remained as Waya continued playing. Maybe it was just the stupid fan – seeing another young player with a fan reminded him of Shindou, and Shindou had the habit of bringing out his fan when he was about to start an ass-kicking. Waya had developed a bit of an aversion to that cheap fan as a result, although he knew it was unhealthy to develop mental blocks towards certain players. I have got to stop overestimating people, especially Shindou, Waya chided himself. Sure, Shindou kept getting stronger, but he wasn’t a go god��� even though Waya still suspected Shindou had had a connection to s a i at some point. Had had – Shindou’s go had fewer and fewer similarities to s a i’s classic-style go as he continued to move up, like he was no longer directly influenced by s a i.

Change was inevitable for a talented go player, though. Waya wondered what s a i’s go would look like now, if the mystery player deigned to reappear on the Internet. s a i’s go had been so strong, yet deceptively simple on the surface. If you didn’t read far enough ahead, you wouldn’t realize the depth of s a i’s go and the extent of the brilliant plans. You’d be caught by–

Suddenly Fujiwara’s patterns sharpened into focus, and Waya’s heart thudded so loudly he felt it in his eardrums. Waya had been focusing on the pincer movement, but Fujiwara had ignored it because it simply didn’t matter – not when Fujiwara had been laying down stones to seize control of the entire area. In a flash of clarity, Waya realized exactly who he was facing.

Waya had played s a i before, after all.

In his mind’s eye, Waya saw himself as an insei at the World Amateur Go Championship, speaking to a crowd of enthralled pros and amateurs. It’s as if Shusaku has learned modern joseki. But that had been several years ago, and s a i had not remained stagnant, Waya realized as he studied the patterns of Black on the goban with a dawning mixture of awe and fear. s a i’s game had grown even more sophisticated and subtle during his absence from the Internet. No wonder Waya hadn’t recognized Fujiwara’s style immediately, especially since Waya hadn’t expected to bump into s a i at some random no-name go salon.

Waya looked up at Fujiwara again. The amusement was gone from Fujiwara’s eyes now, replaced by a piercing intensity.

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Trans women protesting outside Scottish Parliament.

I love it when trans women protest topless. If they're arrested, the state must admit they're women. If they aren't, it shows the glaring contradictions of labeling trans women as legally male. It helps their cause either way.

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(opening the author’s works page after finishing a fic) and if im lucky they’ll have written this exact same fic but different a bunch more times