#I started re-watching this scene and I can't. do it without tearing up.

[softsunnyy]

hi babies. As i announced yesterday, with this post i'll officially go on semi-hiatus. With this, i'll try to write all the requests from the beginning of april until now.

my asks will remain open, in case you wanna talk or make requests. However, the requests will have to wait until i finish everything.

thank u so much for all the support you've given this blog; right now there are more than 500 of u, and i don't even understand why :(♡

this contains:

🚨 baby trapping, cumming inside you, oral sex, denying orgasm, jealousy, possessiveness, kinda dark!jack. And i think that's most of it, but if you think i missed something, please let me know, i'm trying to fix the warnings. 🚨

poorly written

Jack can see how he looks at you, how his eyes travel over your hips, your waist, your tits. And he knows you don't notice, or at least it doesn't seem like it, because you're still dancing with your friends, completely oblivious to the guy who's been staring at you from the bar for minutes, never taking his eyes off your body.

and Jack sighs, tries to be rational, to remember that you're his, that you´re in that place literally because of him and the team, his friends, after the win over the rangers thanks to a goal he scored. And he wants to be cocky about it, to feel like the man, but a pang in his chest makes it hard for him to stay calm.

he watches the scene with too much attention now, no longer listening to what his friends are saying.

the thought of another man looking at you, touching you, even thinking he has a chance, is enough to get him moving, walking up to you, putting his hands on your waist, making you jump, only calming down when you see him.

after giving him a peck, you start dancing once more, this time against his body, rubbing yourself, letting your dress slide, higher and higher, and Jack knows, he knows that guy is watching, that he's enjoying seeing your exposed skin, and instead of enjoying it himself, it only fuels his anger, making his hands manipulate your body, forcing you out of there, ignoring your questions, your whines, your bright, confused eyes searching for an explanation for his rough touch.

and he gives you a vague answer, but it's enough for you to understand that right now you should just follow him, let him take you where he needs to, and so you do, walking beside him, letting him put you in his car, taking you back to his house, while you try to remember, to think about what could have happened, without coming up with an answer.

is he just horny?

you don't know, and you're so lost in your thoughts that you jump once more when he opens the door to help you out of the car.

now, Jack waits until he's inside, until he closes the door, to turn and talk to you about the guy, about how his eyes roamed over your body as if you wanted to be seen. And even though his words were laced with venom, you know the only one he's really trying to offend is that boy, while he glares at you with his eyes filled with fury and arousal.

because you see it, the way his cock starts to get hard while he begins to sweat, his eyes dilating, his jaw clenched.

the way you moved, how you rolled your hips, ignoring people, seeking contact with his body. Jack can't forget that. But he also can't let go of the fact that another man enjoyed that sight too.

and the thought alone makes him want to destroy you.

so it doesn't take long for him to have you on your knees, swallowing his cock. Your cheeks wet with your hot, fat tears of pleasure, while your throat burns, you gag and try to swallow it all, with your hand playing with his balls.

“i bet you knew, you knew someone was watching you,” he said between small moans, his hand in your hair, guiding your moves, making you choke. “Did you enjoy being a whore?” you tried to respond, but you could only whimper. Your sounds dying against his cock. And he smiled a little, but his smile was completely bitter. “Bet you did.”

and you wanna be patient and good, but unconsciously you start rubbing against the carpeted floor, trying to relieve the tension in your pussy, while your panties begin to stick to your skin, completely soaked.

you didn’t know what had happened in that place before Jack told you, but if you had known he was gonna react this way… maybe you would have tried a little harder.

because it’s so hot, the way the vein in his neck is visible, while his jaw clenches so hard every time he remembers it that his teeth feel like they’re about to explode.

and his hand in your hair is demanding, his gaze is sharp, intimidating, and makes you feel small, but in a good way.

when Jack gets like this, it's fun, unexpected. And don't get me wrong, you enjoy sweet and loving sex, and doing things slowly, carefully, with time, but this? this is different, and you crave that feeling of your swollen, irritated pussy, your legs shaking, and your nipples so hard it hurts.

so you let him keep going, keep feeding his anger with every second, while he uses your throat to hammer inside you, sliding his cock on your tongue, letting you feel the full weight of it.

and you want him to cum, to drown in his thick white strands that always caress your throat like honey, making it all worth it. But he doesn't seem to have the same plans, because just when he seems close, he pulls his cock out of your mouth, making you gasp, your expression showing disappointment and discontent.

and he laughs at you, at your desire, and makes you lie down on the couch you recently bought, making you rest your face against the fabric, with your ass raised and your panties, several shades darker, stuck to your skin.

“i didn't even touch you.” he smiles, running his fingers through your folds, wetting them through the fabric of your underwear, making a wet, obscene sound that made him smile even wider. “Is this all for me? or did you just enjoy being a whore in front of our friends too much?”

you whimpered, unconsciously moving your body back, seeking some contact, feeling your cheeks burn. “Just for you, Jack…” you moan, but it's so low and weak that he slaps your ass, making you flinch.

“didn't hear you, pretty. Who are you saying it's for?” he´s smiling, you know it even though you can't see it, and he teases your folds again, now reaching your clit, rubbing you through the fabric.

“for you!! fuck…” you whimper, your hole throbbing, your clit sensitive from all the time you spent trying to stimulate yourself.

“mhm, i don’t know…” you hear him say, while you feel him slowly pull down your underwear, seeing your shiny and soaked pussy, ready to receive him, like always “i don’t believe you” he declares, running two of his fingers through your folds until he slides inside your hole, going as deep as he could, drawing a loud moan from you.

you feel his long fingers, welcomed with pleasure by your tight walls that throb, expand, and suffocate them. And he doesn't even give you time to prepare, because he immediately starts moving them, sliding them in and out quickly, making your fluids splash and your legs tremble.

and he's normally slow, careful, and takes the foreplay very seriously, even when he's angry. But now he's rough, wild, and careless. As if he doesn't really care how much he's helping you, but rather seeks to increase your pleasure.

and he succeeds, because you moan, your walls throbbing, your eyes squeezed shut, and his name rolling on your tongue like a broken record.

Jack feels powerful because he feels how every second you're wetter, more lost, your mind clouded, your thoughts everywhere, your body completely surrendered now. But even so, he waits until the first tears begin to appear, and then he starts rubbing your clit, bringing you closer to your orgasm, letting the knot form and making you feel confident. However, just as you were about to release, he slid his fingers out of your pussy, making you open your eyes in panic, begging him to let you cum, and promising that you'd be good, that you'd pay for what you did.

oh, but he has plans, don't worry.

you didn't have to beg for too long, because soon his cock was forcing its way into your walls, expanding them so roughly that a broken moan came from your throat.

your hands form fists, gripping the fabric of the couch as he begins to move, instantly finding his rhythm. And he's rough, without a single drop of mercy, making his thighs hit your skin, making it turn reddish while his hands grip your ass, leaving the marks of his fingers as his mind drifted further and further into madness.

you can't leave him. He won't be able to tolerate you abandoning him, you no longer belonging to him. Your body is his, your mind is his. He's the only one who should be able to see you like this.

he was your first kiss, your first time. He's the only one who should be able to claim your body.

the thought of someone else putting their hands on you, whispering sweet nothings in your ear, making you giggle and blush like you do with him, sickens him, making him wild, more primal, not even focused on your moans, on how you tell him how good it feels, how deep it goes, how perfect it is.

god, he's even missing the bulge in your belly, the way his tip hits your cervix again and again, the way he's abusing that sensitive little sponge inside you that has you drooling, fucked stupid.

he's missing it because a new idea came to his mind, and he can't stop thinking about it.

the two of you have always been careful, he's always respected you, and even when he's fucking you raw, he doesn't cum inside you. He knows you want to wait, give him time for his career to fully stabilize. But he always thinks about how it would look, your pussy releasing strips of his thick cum, staining your folds, your thighs. Always thinks about how you would feel walking everywhere with his cum inside your sweet, tight pussy.

and maybe this is the chance.

you wouldn't hesitate, you wouldn't realize how close he is, you'd just have to take it. And you're so fucked stupid that you'll only be able to drool, whimper, and moan, but not stop him. And he'll be able to fill you, leave you so full again and again that there'll be no doubt a life will begin to form in your womb.

so you won't be able to leave him.

you'll be joined to him, carrying a tiny version of you both for months.

he can imagine you, round, full, with swollen tits and sensitive nipples. The image alone could make him drool and cum now. But he can't; it has to be you first.

so he keeps going, using one hand to rub your clit, making your eyes roll back, a dark stain from your drool and tears on the couch, and your legs shaking, spasming, completely useless.

you moan, trying to think of something coherent, but when the knot forms it doesn't take long for it to explode, and as you cum, you hear him whisper in your ear, showering you with sweet nothings.

“you want me to fill you? bet you'd look beautiful with my cum sliding out of your pussy.” the thought makes you whimper, trying to nod, even though you don't really understand the gravity of those actions. You just want to be filled, to receive everything he has to give you.

“i need words, my love, i need you to say it,” he sighed, trying to control himself, to resist even though the ideas kept coming to him.

“please…” you sob, trying to look at him, your eyes glassy. “Fill me, Jack.”

and he closes his eyes for a couple of seconds, too affected by the way you said it. “You're gonna look so beautiful holding my baby,” he murmured, placing a kiss on your head before he began to fill you.

and you can't deny it. The sensation is different, but it's delicious, dangerously addictive, and you scold yourself for ever asking him not to cum inside you, because now you want him to do it all the time.

but don't worry… he doesn't plan on stopping anytime soon tonight.

you're not gonna leave him. Not for that guy. Not for anyone.

you'll be his forever, even if he has to trap you with him, even if he has to cum inside you again and again. Just to be sure, of course.

[actual-changeling]

this one is thanks to a post by @thegroovyfool because she is very much correct - we do not talk about aziraphale's "i need you" enough.

so once again, with a deep breath and a sigh, welcome back to alex's unhinged meta corner, where i tear apart the confession scene frame by frame. i'm gonna say, watching this particular clip over and over and focusing on aziraphale's face almost took me out.

let's get into it.

first, how about a little look at our starting point. (any blurry screencaps are due to a LOT of movement on michael's part rip)

crowley is very pointedly facing away from him, he turned after aziraphale said "we can be together - angels!", presumably because being offered exactly what he wants in the one way he cannot have it fried his brain, cause besties it surely fried mine.

aziraphale on the other hand looks openly desperate, which is why he says "i need you." more on that later. let's have a look at how he says it, because michael "microexpressions" sheen is putting in the work.

to me, he seems close to tears, his eyes are glistening in that specific "i'm about to cry my eyes out" way i know from looking in the mirror while crying

he is trying to get crowley to listen to him and to turn around. he wants crowley to face him, which is something most people tend to want during an argument. talking to someone who is not looking at you tends to make someone frustrated and like they're not hearing you/do not care about what you have to say.

aziraphale looks close to despair, his i need you is a plea to crowley to come with him. he is opening himself up not just emotionally but physically, too.

he slightly leans forward, his arms are raised and seem to both slightly grasp for crowley and point towards his chest/heart for emphasis. the pure pain visible on his face knocks the air out of me every single time i look at it.

aziraphale is admitting to needing him, something he has never done before, hell, he has told him the exact opposite on numerous occasions. i don't need you. and while they both knew it was a) a lie and b) a way for him to deal with his conflicting emotional standpoints and cognitive dissonance, it still hurt crowley every. single time.

crowley was there for him no matter what, he knows aziraphale needs him but he came back and remained at his side even when he was pushed away and more or less openly insulted. he endured it all.

aziraphale saying i need you now is pretty much a slap in the face but also what crowley needs to hear. as with everything that happens during the entire conversation, the timing is fucked up and they're talking past each other.

in my opinion, that is why crowley does not react.

only when aziraphale turns spiteful and starts questioning his understanding (aka calling him stupid without outright saying it) does he re-enter the conversation.

aziraphale, however, is upset. now, i will put on my tinhat for just a second and turn up the insanity because there are two more things i want to talk about.

first, the little stutter at the beginning.

"i ngk - i need you."

my question is - why? why does he stumble over these words in particular when it does not happen with any other sentence? the only other time is right after crowley walks away with his "good luck", he stumbles over crowley's name.

so, in short, it happens when he is either caught off-guard or saying something incredible emotional.

and this, everyone, is where i go unhinged in my interpretation.

what if he initially did not want to say "i need you?" what if he was so caught up in getting crowley to stay/come with him that he did not think and almost confessed another three word sentence?

what if he was about to say "i love you" but stopped himself because no, that's too direct, they don't do that, they can't do that. it goes against EVERYTHING they have silently build over the last six thousand years. so he chokes on it. he chokes on it and instead he says "i need you" because it means the same thing.

i need you. don't leave me. come with me. be an us. go off together.

i forgive you. i love you.

they say it over and over again because that's the only way they can say it.

that is why aziraphale is so angry and upset after saying it. he told crowley he loves him, he needs him, and all he got in return was silence.

the funny part is that this code may have worked before, but it no longer does. crowley is too hurt to listen to what aziraphale is trying to tell him, and aziraphale is equally as hurt and also not listening anymore.

the funny part is that it stopped being about love and started being about sides again. my side, your side, our side. choose a side, choose our side, choose me.

the funny part is that beelzebub and gabriel told them what they need to do, i found something that mattered more to me than choosing sides.

[sweetieviktor]

"take me back to the night we met", feat. viktor.

summary: you knew he was dieing, but seeing him using shimmer was too much to bare . based on the song "the night we met", by lord huron.

word count: 720.

content warning: season 1, act 3 spoilers! idk if shimmer use count as a cw, but anyways this is angst and it doesn't have a happy ending!

author notes: there's so much time since i've written fanfiction!! but i loved doind this one and i swear that i cried while writing this. and this may be very ooc and doesn't match the scenes in season 1, act 3, but i dont have time to watch it again now and i was so hyped up bcs of season 2 that i just had to write something, yk? also, there may be some typos or grammar errors even though i re-read this like 3 times i think lol. but yeah, here it is!

you came back to his lab expecting to see him doing good, maybe working on his research, too focused on any stuff he was doing at the moment and not noticing you by the door, but he wasn't in there, or so it looked like.

he was hunched over his desk, in his hands was a glass tube, the remaining of the purple liquid shimmering in the dark room, illuminating just enough to draw his weak silhouette amongst the shadows.

“viktor…?” was everything you said while getting closer to him, walking with slow steps, trying to make no sounds to alarm him.

“stop.” raising a hand, that was all he said.

just as you were told, you stopped on your tracks, observing that, his once perfect hand, was now painted in a shade of purple, the same that was inside the glass recipient.

it can't be. right?

“what you did to yourself?”

“i did what needed to be done.” he was so baretoned, you didn't understand why he seemed so rude, so crude, so… unlike him.

when his words settled in, it felt like your stomach was turning, wrapping itself around your guts, making you sick. you felt sick, for him.

“please, please, viktor, don't tell me that you're using sh-” “yes.”

of course you knew about his condition, of course you knew he wasn't doing good at all, and mostly, you knew that things were meant to end, one way or another. but you didn't think he would kill himself like this.

and this was all you needed to break.

“why you didn't told me? i could have helped you, we could find a way to work through it,” the tears started to prick on your eyes, your voice breaking, the anger at yourself pooling into your core. “you wouldn't need to use shimmer, vik...”

the feeling that the universe stole and took all that once mattered to you was what drove you insane. the feeling that you could make things different, make things better, the oh so simple solution that you could find, if only he had told you.

“it’s not that easy! you wouldn't understand if i told you sooner. no one would understand it, even if they tried really hard to.” he turned his head towards your direction, looking at your face for a brief second, before turning his gaze back to the ground, his purple irises trying to focus on something that wasn't your saddened face, now, feeling his own eyes burning, burning even more than the blood running in his veins. “we are in piltover, the city of progress, and yet, i am stuck behind, and i'm dieing. so, i needed to do something, and i did.”

“what you don’t understand is that you're destroying yourself, viktor. destroying yourself so slowly that it almost feels like torture. i fear that i wouldn't be able to see you for another day.” you sobbed, the tears rolling down and he didn't dare to look at your eyes again, he knew that you were crying. he knew it and he couldn't bear the thought that he was the one that made you cry. “if there is a god somewhere, i wish they could turn back time and take me back to the night we met. maybe things could be different, right?”

looking at him, a weak, nervous smile was all you could get out while crying, thinking to yourself when things started to get this wrong and how you let it happen, without even realizing what was wrong. how could you let him do this to himself?

your body was shaking, it felt like the whole world was trembling. the nonstoping thoughts hammering your head, your heart a mile per minute, the air in your lungs wasn't enough. everything, everything seemed like it was crushing down on you, right in this moment.

“i'm sorry. i'm so sorry... i need to go. now.”

you needed to get out of here, you needed to breathe.

you headed back to the door, wishing that some cold breeze would cool you down, would just stop your mind and racing heart. wishing for him to be fine again. praying for any and all gods that lived in the skies and beyond, praying for him to be alive. just for a bit more.

[interabangs]

DP&W Review

I can't believe I actually love Deadpool and Wolverine! I had pretty much moved on from MCU after Endgame. Haven't watched a post EG movie other than Shang-Chi, which is a good movie. Other than that, I had mostly lost interest.

DP&W is a perfectly imperfect movie that finally got me to care about the characters again and shockingly, root for them! Do I have a new MCU ship? What is happening!

Spoilers:

While I thought DP1 was a solid origin story and vastly superior take on Wade than Origins, I left DP1 feeling like... it's a good movie, it's objectively better than DP&W, but I couldn't connect with DP1. I wanted to like it but I think I overhyped it. I might like it more on re-watch but it's, just fine. In DP&W, Wade became so relatable, and I found his catharsis uncompromisingly sincere. Props to Ryan for keeping the mask on for so long and emoting without making it look too OTT. He does a great job riding that line between endearing, audacious, and menacing. He IS Deadpool.

I had liked Wolverine in the X-Men movies, I even liked the Origins Wolverine movie, but I wasn't invested in him as a character until this movie! Sure, Worst Best Wolverine could have had a more 'show not tell' backstory but I think it was handled that way to avoid making him look irredeemable to the audience. Hugh knocked it out of the park, he IS Wolverine and his acting was top tier. I felt like his presence was perfect to balance out Deadpool's random hilarity, and Hugh brought some much needed groundedness to the narrative. This movie really hinged on the chemistry between D&W and it's out of this world omg

I love that the movie gave no fucks about looking 'too cheesy' in the climax, it just did the Power of Friendship handhold Madonna ab shot, and it was exquisite. The movie revels in being a comic book come to life, and even though I didn't read superhero comics, I felt like a kid again, just enjoying the moment and not worrying about this or that. It was beautiful in its simplicity. I love that Wade's importance was affirmed while Logan's legacy was honored and the movie said, "It's okay to care about these characters! We care about them too." I felt immersed, I felt like the characters matter, that this story and all the Fox Marvel movies, good and bad, mean something. I teared up at the credits tribute, it was so sweet.

DP&W is about a 8/10 objectively, there are problems but I don't care. The movie FEELS like a 10/10 to me and is now in my top 5 MCU movies. Like I'm still in disbelief at how entertained, engaged, and happy I was from start to finish. This was exactly what I didn't know I wanted. I ended up watching DP&W in theaters 3 times and had a blast in every viewing. I can't wait for this to come out on Disney+ and for deleted scenes/extras! Maybe I really am just a simple bitch lol

This is such a fun movie with heart, absolutely love it ❤️💛

[real-life-senshi]

I realized that I was so focused on getting the subbed versions out, I never actually shared my own joy and thoughts about the reunion, which is odd coz that's kinda my thing esp with liveblogging etc. lol

So here's my belated thoughts:

I LOVE THE LADIES SO MUCH. I could not help the giant grin on my face when I watched Miyuu's video and the reunion program itself! Having the program is like a dream come true as a long-time fan, I could cry tears of joy. Beyond the brilliance of this series itself, PGSM really holds an extremely special place in me like no other for many personal reasons. :'D

I'm really thankful for Miyuu's behind-the-scene video, giving us another chance to see how the Senshi dynamic looks organically without external "interference". As much as the TV program is a gift for us live-action fans, it feels like Keiko and Miyuu hogged a lot of the screen time. That in itself is NOT an issue as I LOVE every moment with them, but I do wish we heard from Rika, Mew and Ayaka more. (Like if this program was actually 5 hours long, I'd still watch it and sub it. lol) I have two thoughts why this is the case: (A) The production team probably wanted to capitalize on Keiko's fame as an actress to generate views for the program. (Miyuu and Ayaka have continued acting but mostly in smaller productions, Mew has only been doing modelling after PGSM, and Rika had recently started getting bigger acting roles, previously mostly focused on modelling) (B) It's as Miyuu said, the 5 of them were talking so casually and organically, that they even talked over each other. Focusing on the other 4 all the time would have made the show hard for viewers to understand. Even in Ayaka's post after the program aired, she re-emphasized how easily the 5 of them usually would go off on tangents and talk over each other. lol Keiko, in her experience as an A-list actress, has had many opportunities to appear on variety shows and guest talks, so it wouldn't surprise me if she was intentionally trying to steer their group into new topics or wrap up their chatter per topic with a concise comment to keep things moving. You can also tell Keiko was trying to pass the conversation to her friends to make sure everyone got to talk. In Miyuu's behind-the-scene video, Keiko seems to take more of a backseat (comparatively) and the group's dynamic seems even more randomly free-flow.

^But also, Keiko being the one to hold the group accountable and make sure they are on track is very "Hino Rei" of her. XD

Also, I laughed so much seeing the Senshi struggling to take a group selfie together! Just imagine them struggling and going through the same process at each Senshi Reunion. LOL

I love how Keiko and Rika are so physically touchy and clingy with Miyuu (behind-the-scenes), and how Miyuu is SOOOO clingy with Ayaka, talking about how she went to Sendai to find Ayaka coz she misses her (reunion program).

The story of Rika possibly causing a rift when they were surprising Keiko with their wedding gift was the best story I've heard. (and possibly another example of the group being in shambles if Rei Keiko's not there to keep them in line lol) Rika being the baby sis, pampered and teased by the other 4 is cute and glorious. And big sister Mew keeping it real is shocking and awesome! (It's common knowledge to folks who follow Mew and Rika's social media that these two are super tight. They've even gone on vacation trips together before.)

When Ayaka said "Seriously" (hontoni) after Keiko said just coz they are young doesn't mean it's okay, I really felt that. It's glorious to see her display such strong feelings about it, especially knowing she had claimed it was her weakness. LOL Girl absolutely can't stand the cold and I respect that. And Keiko and Ayaka's bond over being jealous of the others wearing boots. XD

That they mentioned they've all seen Keiko's daughter, especially soon after Keiko gave birth, while no surprise, is so heartwarming to hear. Ayaka's "So tiny~" when thinking about Keiko's daughter... I'm in tears from how beautiful and heartwarming these ladies' relationship is. <333333

Can we talk about how Miyuu, Keiko, Ayaka and Mew all got their roles from the audition without doing anything that resembles what people would think to do in an audition? Air basketball, carving a stamp out of yam, table tennis and doing the split... And yet Keiko and Ayaka both thought they were screwed because so many other auditioning girls were singing or dancing is hilarious in hindsight, but so understandable. There is a slight chance I listened and translated wrong, but the fact Rika supposedly sang for her audition, but yet had to re-audition, is so funny to me. lol

Mew muting the Senshi LINE chat notification… Savage and amazing. XD I absolutely love how the 5 of them can't stop chatting with each other and know each other so well.

Everyone teasing how Miyuu would tell everyone she misses them while they are on their way home from a Senshi Reunion is so wholesome. <3

SAILOR SENSHI 20TH ANNIVERSARY ALUMNI REUNION - FANSUBBED

EDIT on Jan 3rd: SORRY. I couldn't stand how many mistakes I see in my edit despite multiple checks I've done before Jan 1st... I ended up reuploading the videos instead. Can't guarantee it's perfect now, but it's much better (from the creator's perspective.) Anyone who reblogged before Jan 3rd will have the old link that's now broken.

This is the TV version, aired on CBC in Japan on December 25th, 2023.

Due to YouTube's upload length limit, the show has been split into 3 parts based on the provided commercial breaks. The videos are unlisted on YouTube, so cannot be searched, instead only accessed by the proper web link.

Some notes & disclaimer:

1. I’m not a fluent Japanese speaker, but I do know Hiragana, Katakana, basic Japanese grammar and kanji, and a few good tools to use for translation. All’s to say, all mistakes are mine. Sorry if there’s any!

2. I’m also not a professional translator. Due to the grammar differences between Japanese and English, some sentences will sound awkward in English for the conversation to make sense.

3. This really was a casual chat for the ladies, so they kept talking over each other. I tried to highlight all the chit-chats with colour-coded subtitles matching their Senshi colours. Because of this I tried different formatting and decided on the layout you see now, even if it's still a bit messy, and some subtitles are quite fast-paced. Sorry if it doesn't look good or is tough to read. :(

4. The character “会”(kai) in “戦士会” (senshi-kai) can be translated into: - “Club”, a noun for group; - “Meetup” or “reunion”, a noun and synonym for “event”. Depending on context, you will see “戦士会” (senshi-kai) translated into “Senshi Club” or “Senshi Reunion.”

PART 1

PART 2

PART 3

Upcoming:

I will be working on a subtitled version of Miyuu's behind-the-scene video of this program. (JAN 7th EDIT: The subbed version is available here!)

A Director's Cut version will be made available in Japan on Jan 9, 2024. I'll keep an eye out if there's a copy floating around. If there's any difference in that version, I'll also make a subtitled version for sharing as well. If there are any translation mistakes I've made in this current round of subtitling, I'll also take the chance to rectify them in the new version.

PLEASE ENJOY, REBLOG AND SHARE! 🌙

[roger-paladino]

Screenshots from 8:11 that make me so gut wrenchingly sad