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[die-with-me-dazai]

Everyone out here "omg the anime cut this omg the anime cut that how COULD they omg I hope they don't adapt this LN or I hope they do adapt this LN....." etc etc and I'm just here like "damn I'm so glad bungou stray dogs has an anime and we're getting new seasons"

I'm just genuinely happy to have anything at all

Is the anime adaptation perfect? No of course not

Am I just happy the anime is still ongoing? Absofuckinglutely

[driveitlikesebastianvettelwould]

Sebastian Vettel featured during the LA Sail GP Day 1 2023.

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[theywontletmebeprincipal]

anyway here’s my cornley polytechnic drama society into the woods fancast because I think it’s the perfect sort of show for them to fuck up 👍

jonathan plays the baker, alongside sandra as the baker’s wife. I imagine this is shortly enough after peter pan that they’re still very bitter at one another. said bitterness absolutely shows onstage, but it fits the characters perfectly and the audience ends up thinking that they’ve just finally gotten good at acting. jonathan brings a homemade “medieval feast” to celebrate opening night and it poisons the entire cast

annie plays the witch. this was the only casting decision that was unanimously regarded as good until chris let it slip that he’d ultimately done it because she was “the loudest singer.” robert took great offense at this and, despite having no interest in the part before, began campaigning to play the witch instead. it did not work. annie’s witch costume has two layers to make the quickchange at the end of act 1 easier, but the top layer keeps falling off before the reveal is supposed to happen. her magic staff is supposed to emit a smoke effect but it keeps malfunctioning, and at a certain point she just gives up and tapes lit cigarettes (stolen from trevor) to it. this goes about as well as you’d think

dennis plays the narrator. everyone had assumed it’d be an easy role for him since he could just read all of his lines off his book prop, but this is proven wrong near instantly when he starts genuinely reading the book instead. when dennis actually does start reading from the script, it becomes immediately clear that he somehow has the director’s copy and the entirety of the rehearsal notes are read out loud, including several deeply personal things that chris has written in his script for convenience

dennis also plays the mysterious man, but he keeps forgetting which way he’s supposed to be related to the baker. over the course of the show he goes from father, to son, to brother, to father again, to distant cousin, to grandmother

chris plays cinderella’s prince, alongside robert as rapunzel’s prince. they spend the entire show trying to out-act one another, and it goes without saying that this ends up a complete disaster. robert makes any moment into an unplanned duet to try and prove that he could have succeeded in seducing the baker’s wife. chris shows up at rapunzel’s tower and attempts to choke robert out with her wig. they get in an opt-up battle at the end of agony (reprise) that ends with robert singing a note so high it shatters a stage light

in accordance with typical into the woods casting, chris also plays the wolf. he orders a very expensive “wolf suit” online from someone he thinks is a bespoke costume artist. it doesn’t arrive until opening day, and it becomes immediately clear that what chris has actually bought is a full on fursuit. it’s very hard to see in and he keeps running into the fake trees

robert is double cast as milky white. there is no practical reason for this whatsoever, as milky white could’ve just as easily been a puppet or some kind of cutout on wheels, and it’s very obvious the whole thing is just a power move on chris’ part. during the scene where milky white is meant to “eat” the props, vanessa misunderstands and literally feeds them to him. he chips a tooth on cinderella’s shoe

due to a lack of numbers, vanessa is playing both cinderella and rapunzel. her costume is split down the middle, and due to this she can only face in one direction as each part. this means that half of the time she’s facing away from whoever she’s talking to, and that she frequently has to walk/run backwards without turning her head at all. whenever cinderella and rapunzel talk to each other she faces straight forward. the break-off mechanism in rapunzel’s side of the wig doesn’t work (sandra ends up stealing a single, barely visible hair), so she’s also constantly tripping on her hair

max, being in a new relationship with sandra, desperately wanted to play alongside her as the baker so that they could kiss onstage. unfortunately for him, he is playing jack instead. although this is maybe the single most-fitting role he’s ever been cast in and he’s genuinely giving a great performance, the opportunity is ruined by his having to do every scene accompanied by robert’s milky white

lucy was supposed to play little red, but was pulled from the production the day before opening by her parents, who have banned her from performing with “robert’s troupe” after what happened in peter pan

consequently, little red is now being played by trevor, who is wearing a costume far, far too small for him. trevor manages to get away with reading his lines off papers pinned to the inside of his cloak, but he doesn’t know any of the songs, so sandra has to sing them offstage for him while he lipsyncs

all of the ensemble characters are played by a celebrity “guest” frantically switching between various comically large hats. chris tried to get francis back for this part but after some careful deliberation he determined that it would genuinely be easier to kidnap a famous person than to get francis to come back after the disaster that was peter pan. the tension is only worsened when, via a botched music cue, it’s revealed that francis is now an active member of trevor’s metal band

the giant was supposed to have been played by trevor via voiceover from the sound booth, but now that he’s onstage playing little red the part is left to approximately four members of the run crew who are desperately trying and failing to say the lines in unison. lucy breaks into the theatre sometime during the baker’s wife search sequence and takes over the giant’s part the next time she’s on, much to trevor’s dismay

the worst fuck-up award goes to annie, for accidentally knocking the supports out from under dennis’ narrator platform during last midnight and triggering a chain reaction in which every fake tree onstage topples each other one by one like some terrible, life-threatening game of dominos. honorable mention goes to chris for spending $6000 of max’s inheritance on a custom costume without actually seeing it at any point during the process

the worst injury award goes to max, for getting his circulation cut off and almost losing a hand after his arm got stuck inside the golden hen puppet midway through act 2. honorable mention goes once again to chris, who got stabbed with a bunch of glass shards when robert broke that stage light

[frnkiebby]

fucking. end me.

what a lovely fucking ask to see in the middle of a lecture. jesus FUCKING christ.

the fact that he’s moved his mic down so he can still sing his parts.

bbyboy just needed some floor time. ~🎃

[mumpsetc]

Its Soooooo Fucking Over

[wakingstarstuff]

meet me in the woods is still undefeated imo

[skybluesocks]

Do you guys think Grace Chasity is a true crime girlie and thats why she knew how to hide a body so well?

[honeyvenommusic]

❗️NEWGLASSANIMALSGLASSANIMALSGLASSANIMALSGLASSANIMALSGLASSANIMALSGLASSAN-

[petrovna-zamo]

Omg Courtney Act on the pod with Katya?!

[softquietsteadylove]

It’s kink-tober so I’m going to be depraved and request spicy Thenamesh with lots of dirty talk and praise 👀

"Is this what you want?"

Thena moaned, already quivering.

"The Goddess of War," his voice rumbled next to her ear, accompanying the symphony of other sensations pulling her mind as thin as it could go. "Such a formidable force. And yet such a good girl."

Thena let out another moan, her hands sliding up her bare skin, over her ribs and to the fullness of her breasts. Her thighs rubbed together, the throbbing between them demanding friction and pressure.

"What would the world think?" he growled, his hands only ever teasing where her hands tried to fill the gap. "The Warrior Eternal, lying naked in the great temple of Athens, soaking wet and whimpering."

She was feverish for him. She bit into her lip, her hands sneaking down to her thighs again.

"Ah," he grinned, catching her hands and keeping them away from where she needed them the most. "Patience, Goddess of mine."

"Gil," she moaned again, arching her back on the chaise of her choosing. Of his choosing, actually. He claimed he had always admired how it curved to her waist perfectly and how much he wanted to worship her on it.

"Gil what, great Thena of Athens?" he whispered, trailing his tongue from the inside of her wrist to the golden bands on her arms before sliding them off. "Tell me what you want."

"Fuck me."

"Good girl," he repeated, and the words coiled something within her just by hitting the air. He moved his mouth from her arm to her breast, teasing just one nipple first. "How do you want to be fucked?"

"Hard," she whined, feeling as if her vision was spinning as she stared up at the sky through the small opening in the temple roof. A single pillar of daylight streamed into her chamber from it.

"Where?"

"You know where," she growled at him, only for him to use that strength of his to pry her thighs apart. She gasped as her lips parted and the air hit her very core. Her chest heaved as she panted.

"What was that?" he asked again, holding her legs around his hips for his pleasure and enjoyment. "My beautiful, succulent Goddess?"

Thena shuddered again, her hips quivering in his hold. She keened as he trailed just one finger along the underside of one of her thighs. The closer he drew to his goal the slower he moved. She growled again.

He winked at her, trailing the finger up and up until he could swipe it between her lips and up against her pearl of nerves. He drew it back, popping it into his mouth with plenty of wetness to enjoy.

Thena gasped harder, so stimulated she was ready to come just from the slightest touch. Her knees bent reflexively, but Gil moved closer to her between her legs.

"Good," he purred for her again, moving his hands from her thighs to the edges of the chaise and gripping hard enough to crack the wood. "Now, we're being a little more honest."

Thena watched as he took himself in hand, gripping the base and fully enhancing his length and thickness. Her mouth watered.

"Is this what you want?"

"Yes," she whispered.

"Is this what you want to be fucked with?"

"Yes," she mewled.

"Do you want this," he grinned, bouncing the thing slightly, "inside you?"

"Please," she moaned, tossing her head back as he pressed just the head of him to her wetness. It was excessive by this point, but it was entirely his fault.

"Good girl."

Again with those words, and Thena's vision went completely white as he finally pushed into her. He fit her perfectly, filling what was empty, moulding to her body precisely and gently, their bodies tangling in a way that would make real gods blush.

Her arms were around him, nails dug into his back. So little could mark the skin of an Eternal, but he let her. He allowed her to mark him as her own simply for the honour and the privilege of the title.

"Fuck, Thena," her great Champion moaned as he started moving. He was bent over her, their bodies sealed together like two mortal beasts rutting. And yet far more beautiful.

"Gil," she panted, clinging to him like a vine clinging to a pillar. She moaned as he thrust his hips, pounding into her and shaking her world with each movement.

"Fuck," he growled against her ear before burying his face in her neck. He nipped and then suckled on her throat. "You take my cock so well."

Her body shuddered from the inside out, that time.

"Like you were made for it," he snarled, moving faster and harder. His hips slapped against hers, echoing around the marble walls. "Like it was made for you."

She clenched around him again, dragging her nails over the flesh of his broad back. His weight was so solid against her, grounding her to the planet and refusing to let her ascend into the stars without him.

"Talk to me," he spoke directly into the skin of her breast.

"Good, so good, I can't," she just barely uttered with the breath she had.

"Come for me?" he asked of her, as if she had any choice but to be completely at the mercy of what he did to her body. He gathered her hair in his hand, pushing her chin up so he could kiss below her ear. His tongue wrapped around the jewels there and then trailed down her jugular. "Just for me?"

Oh, there was only him. Thena moaned with her lips pressed tight, Gil's thumb under her ear, his fingers in her hair. She grew tighter around him and his hips moved more feverishly in response to her need.

"Yes, yes, yes," she repeated, unable to speak anything else. Their hips met more vigorously, battling every time they met. She moved hers more intently, grinding herself against his solidity with greed. "Fuck, it's coming."

"That's my girl."

Thena shrieked, coming undone around him, enfolding him within her like waves against the shore. She clung to him. Her nails drew up his back until she could run them through the softness of his hair. Her hands were all over him, her lips laying claim to his without regard of a need for air.

He kissed her like she was all the air he needed.

Thena moaned as he changed state within her, up until the moment he slipped out of her, the evidence of their togetherness getting everywhere. Her head rolled to the side, upon the fine pillow he had chosen for her at the start of this venture. Her eyes fluttered as she tried to collect herself.

"My Goddess," he whispered still against the hollow of her throat. He pulled himself from her with the utmost reluctance. Her thighs trembled and he brought them together oh so gently. Her body shivered and he pulled the fine silk over the back of the chaise to lay over her. Her lips pursed and he kissed them again.

"Leaving so soon?" she heard herself utter, even if she was still half in the clouds.

Gilgamesh chuckled, pulling on just enough of his robes to be decent. "Just to get some water, sweetheart."

She loved it when he called her that.

He leaned over her, pushing her hair out of his way again, but just to leave a gentle kiss to the high arch of her cheek.

"Do not be long, Gilgamesh," she mustered the effort to sound commanding, although she was far, far too sated for that.

"I wouldn't dream of it, my Goddess."

[matchandelure]

binge read all of kaiju no 8 a couple days ago :::) and im all caught up w the anime now too i am hooked holy

[sewercentipede]

got tagged by @puppetstringed to post four albums I've been listening to lately ..

tagging: @abyssa111 @burnher @born-of-smoke @vertigo3 @yuoic @stlamb @moth-belly @traumavomiting @lovehael @protectionprotection @nemesister @opossumgrl @faeryspit @festeringpit

[lateseptemberdawn]

If I ever learn a full dance in this lifetime you'd bet it's gonna be this one because uh WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT I WANNA BE THEM SO BAD

[imabiscuitinthousandworlds]

crippling anxiety hours let's go

[born-to-lose]

I <3 tote bags. What would I be without them

[hersweetrevenge]

been contemplating frank's skeptic-to-believer arc and how it is fuelled by his grief over laura's death.

but i've also been thinking about whether he would of had a similar arc even without the eye. with the eye, frank is very intent on using it to see laura again, but there are other "real world" methods for that too, like séance or ouija. however, frank really is skeptical of the supernatural in the first few episodes, and he outright doesn't believe in psychics or mediums. could he become more interested in them if he didn't have the eye to focus that desire onto?

i think he could, especially with fenton going away, and arguably withdrawing from his kids, so soon after laura's death. it's made clear from multiple characters that frank and laura were very close, so i don't think it's unbelievable that frank would turn to trying to "reach out" in some way, even if he doesn't believe it'll work necessarily. grief can make a person do funny thing, and if he's desperate enough then why wouldn't he try desperate means?

this is all to say i have been thinking about frank lighting candles in his dark bedroom, touching the ouija planchet and asking, "are you with me?", begging for a sign that he isn't alone.