#I just found it. incredibly funny

[ashes-of-ailell]

remembering my first run of engage and thinking "hey wouldn't it be cool if (favourite VA) was in this since I apparently can't escape him" (he's in like. a lot of the anime I've watched (completely unintentionally too, I just kept finding him)) (should also mention I hadn't seen any of the trailers so I was going in completely blind)

the game starts up. alear opens his eyes. before me stand the shocked faces of the two sweetest and most hardworking kids you ever did meet.

and then I hear it. the green one opens his mouth and I hear it. and I have to do a double take because surely not but also. I know that voice.

and sure enough...

Everywhere I go. I hear his voice.

(I'll leave the roles shown here in a list under the read more in case anyone here is curious)

(In a vague semblance of left to right, top to bottom)

Deku (My Hero Academia)

Kiyotaka Ayanokoji (Classroom of the Elite)

Akatsuki Iride (The Ones Within)

James Moriarty (Case File 221 Kabukicho)

Maki Katsuragi (Stars Align) [(my favourite anime)]

Yukito Tsukishiro (Cardcaptor Sakura: Clear Card)

Hanako (Toilet-bound Hanako-kun)

Nico (Nanbaka) [(Yuri's VA is in this too!)]

[verdemint]

Valentino Rossi about courage in Motogp (2009)

Translation oui!

I: "And courage? You must need courage (implied: to ride a bike)..."

V: "The courage is there. Courage is very important in our sport, but I think of it as having "bonuses"... like in a deck of cards you have four jokers, so you have four jokers in a season and those four times you can risk it and risk a lot, but if u go all the time beyond your limit then ... one time it's gonna go wrong"

[javelinbk]

Gay Byrne asks about families, and it turns very awkward very quickly. The Beatles' appearance with Gay Byrne and Ken Dodd, Granada Television Studios, 25th November 1963 - part 6 (part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5) (x)

[nixotinix]

Ok so we all know the joke of Jackson not understanding monster slang yeah?? Now, I raise you the inverse: his monster friends not understanding human slang. Just like people who don't get gen Z slang. Observe.

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Frankie: Man, lunch in the creepateria was amazing! I totally ate and left no crumbs.

Jackson: what the fuck do you think that means??

[fruity-arsonist]

I can't wait for Tech to return ALIVE and wELL and for him to reunite with Phee (probably with kiss) and for Crosshair to be like

"Excuse me I think some people forgot to mention some things to me"

[scepterno]

do you ever think about

[swallowtail-ageha]

I think someone should study the fact that all of the moral issues people have with coleen hoover are just the modern day version of "this erotic literature will corrupt our pure women!"

[quinn-pop]

ive been posting to ao3 for a year now so i drew the guys i make suffer the most. yayyy

[pinkieroy]

Ashton: *dying*

Imogen: they did break those lens some time ago

[arolesbianism]

I caved and made them real. Obverse me losing more and more motivation to draw as I made each of these back to back lol

[journey-to-the-attic]

lucifer acts like he's the type of guy who'd be into dark comedy or high-brow satire, and he is to some extent, but he in fact prefers to watch michael mcintyre walk around on stage going "wooo wooo" pretending he's hoovering

[endykelopaedia]

i just read madk. a fucking brilliant story with beautiful art some of the most compelling & gut wrenching character conflicts ive ever seen. the sex was so strange i could barely tell what was happening most of the time (POSITIVE). The world building was seriously interesting & im so impressed that suzuri made the world feel so full in under 20 chapters. And of course, its a very chilling & heavy look into the cycle of abuse.

i would only recommend it if you have a stomach for body/psych horror, and the sexual/emotional abuse that the character's undergo as adults and children. it is NOT a love story. And nobody should go into it expecting one. I think if madk suffers from anything it is it's killing stalking-esque ~dark romance~ advertising bc its two men at the centre of the story. it too is more of a cautionary tale. With that in mind, i could almost call it a perfect story.

[fluffypigeonsandowls]

Yeahhh.... So, I made a playlist 2 days ago on YT. To cry tears of joy instead of sadness because of the new saga. I wanted to share it with you guys. And I think my previous post about it didn't show up in the tags 2 days ago. So, I'll resend the link here :)

funny animatics and stuff to distract me from emotional damage thunder saga from Epic: the musical

[accidentalcookies]

Whumperless Whump Event Day 11

stuffy nose / hate to be sick / "I'm fine, I can work."

caretaker: celestinus

whumpee: shaoyuan (intro post here!)

this is the follow-up to this! enjoy :D

“Alright, sit.”

Celestinus gave Shaoyuan a gentle push towards the chair, before he headed towards their very well-stocked medicine cabinet to start pulling out what he needed.

“I’m going to give you a local anesthetic—and no, you’re not going to refuse,” he added, seeing Shaoyuan open his mouth to protest. “I don’t know what asshole taught you that you don’t need it, but I’m not having it.”

“This really isn’t that bad,” Shaoyuan replied, like Celestinus knew he would. “Even without stitches, it’ll heal within a week.”

“Didn’t ask, don’t care,” he said. “We’re doing this my way, not the masochistic idiot way.”

“It’s a waste of your supplies.”

“Supplies can be replenished.”

“They’re an unnecessary expense.”

Celestinus turned to glare at him. “Keep arguing and I’ll use hot pink thread, don’t test me,” he said.

Shaoyuan gave him a odd look. “You’re just going to bandage it afterwards,” he pointed out. “You won’t even be able to see the thread.”

“It’s the principle of the matter,” he said. “Now, shirt.”

“I’m wearing one, yes,” Shaoyuan deadpanned, but moved to pull his button-up off overhead–

“Stop!” he said hastily, rushing forward to grab the arm on his injured side. “What the hell are you doing? Are you trying to gun for the exsanguination olympics?”

“It’s the most expeditious method, isn’t it?” he asked.

“You have a gash halfway into your abdominal cavity, can you at least try to pretend to have a sense of self-preservation?” he retorted exasperatedly. “Unbutton that, don’t just yoink it off, jesus.”

Shaoyuan rolled his eyes, but began to fiddle with the buttons.

Celestinus gave him a stern stare, one that promised retribution if Shaoyuan ignored his order, then turned back to his tray.

It wasn’t exactly an outlandish expectation to think that Shaoyuan would have his shirt unbuttoned by the time he had finished preparing the local anesthetic, but somehow, defying expectation, only half of the buttons had been undone, with the man fumbling at the next.

His concern abruptly grew. “How much blood did you lose?” he asked.

“Do you want that in metric or imperial?” Shaoyuan asked dryly.

“Don’t be a smartass.”

“No idea. Enough to ruin my suit jacket, I think.”

Celestinus glanced over at the discarded jacket sitting on a second chair. “Incredibly helpful,” he deadpanned, staring at the black fabric, which could be hiding anywhere from a small splash of blood to a whole goddamn flood. “You could probably wear that without washing it and nobody would even see the stain.”

“Black is good like that,” he agreed, and finally pried another button open.

His gaze drifted down to Shaoyuan's hands, then.

His hands, which had a minute, but most definite, tremor.

“Give me that,” he finally said, and undermined his own exasperation by kneeling down by Shaoyuan’s side and gently unbuttoning the rest of the buttons. “You’re shaking.”

Pointedly pulling his shirt off, Shaoyuan replied, “It’s cold in here.”

He let out a long sigh, and went to retrieve his tray. “Fine,” he said, kneeling at his side again. “We’ll do this the hard way. Move your arm.”

They were both quiet as Celestinus injected the local anesthetic—Celestinus out of concentration, and Shaoyuan no doubt out of stubbornness. But Celestinus had been at this for decades, now. Shaoyuan wasn’t the first patient he’d had to outstubborn, and he certainly wasn’t about to start failing now.

“Are you bleeding out from somewhere else that I can’t see?” he finally asked, putting the first hot pink suture in.

“No.”

“Are you lying?”

“No.”

“Is there something else that I should be aware of?”

A minute pause. “No,” Shaoyuan said, and to his credit, almost sounded like he wasn’t lying. But by this point in their acquaintanceship, as well as this point in Celestinus’ experience with handling a recalcitrant Shaoyuan, he knew how to read him nearly as well as Aristides.

“Then there is,” he concluded.

A thin, frustrated huff escaped Shaoyuan. “I have it handled,” he only said.

“That’s not an answer. What is it?”

“Not a concern, and not something you can do anything about. It’ll run its course in a few hours.”

“Still not an answer.”

“I’m entitled to my little mysteries.”

Celestinus hadn’t wanted to play this card, but god knew they always ended up here eventually. “Not if they affect your performance, they don’t,” he said. “I can tell Aristides what I’ve observed.”

Shaoyuan sighed again—not making Celestinus’ stitching job down here any easier, thanks—and said, “After.”

“I’m holding you to that,” he said, and sped up as much as he could.

The rest of the stitches were finished in silence—a silence that was broken by Shaoyuan’s half-amused, half-exasperated, “Really?”

“What?” he asked, taping a bandage over the neat line of hot pink stitches.

“You just happen to have hot pink on hand?” he replied.

“It’s not my first time threatening someone with ‘em.”

“It’s not a threat if I don’t feel threatened,” he pointed out, pulling his shirt back on.

“Yeah, yeah,” he replied, picking up his tray. “Now, elabora—whoa!”

The contents of the tray went skittering across the floor as Celestinus hastily grabbed hold of Shaoyuan’s arm, keeping him from tipping over as he dropped heavily back into the chair, blinking rapidly.

“You okay?” he asked, when Shaoyuan’s gaze refocused—and had to push down on his shoulders to keep him from attempting to rise again.

“Head rush,” he offered as explanation. “I’m fine.”

“Yeah, because nearly passing out is such a great indicator of being fine,” Celestinus said sarcastically. “Elaborate.”

“Many minor medical conditions can cause someone to feel light-headed,” Shaoyuan rattled off. “Like, for example, suddenly losing a large amount of blood, or being tall, or–”

“Elaborate or I’m getting Aristides.”

“Alright, fine,” Shaoyuan said, finally, finally folding. “I might be a little bit poisoned.”

At that, Celestinus froze. Then fought the urge to throttle him. “Why didn’t you start with that?” he asked, half-exasperated, half-worried.

“Because there’s nothing you can do about it.”

“I’d still like to be aware, for fuck’s sake! What poison is it?”

Shaoyuan shrugged. “Some sort of neurotoxin. It’s not an issue. I’m synthesizing the antidote right now.”

“Symptoms?”

“Some shakiness,” he said. “Nothing to worry about.”

“That is precisely why I’m worried,” he said, exasperated. And pushed down on Shaoyuan’s shoulders again, as he tried to rise, again. “Can you just stay put? I’m going to need to keep an eye on you.”

“It’s–”

“I swear to god, Shaoyuan, if you say it’s not an issue again, I’m going to tie you to this chair. And don’t,” he said with a glare, as Shaoyuan went to speak, “even start.”

“I wasn’t going to say anything,” he said mildly. “So how long do you plan to watch me for? Because I still need to give my report to Aristides.”

Celestinus just stared at him for a moment. “You can give your report when you’re not poisoned by a neurotoxin.” 

“I’m fine,” he said. “I can still work. This is my job.”

“Your job now is to relax until your symptoms go away,” Celestinus replied firmly. “All of them. I am not having you kick the bucket on my watch.”

“It’s–”

“Shut your mouth,” he interrupted. “This is very much an issue, and next time, please say something earlier. No matter how much you think you have it handled.”

He leveled him with a firm stare—and maintained eye contact until Shaoyuan looked away.

“Alright,” he muttered.

As much as Celestinus wanted to believe him, he’d be a fool if he thought this was the end of it.

“I’m holding you to that,” he said.

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tagging: @whumperless-whump-event @whumpbug

[saragrosie]

LowTierGreg

[sunnibits]

just remembered a really funny part about dimitri’s character in our campaign which was the fact that not only was he communing with the literal gods on a daily basis, he was the ONLY member of the party who had ever had any contact with the gods whatsoever, and NOBODY even knew that he served loki the whole time. like, everyone else - who don’t even have proof that the gods exist at all - just assumed that dimitri was some incredibly average lackluster thief who was also a bit of an arrogant jackass. little do they know that my guy was literally throwing glass bottles at the literal allfather’s ravens every other night telling them to piss off.