#forgot middle guys name

[plusie]

[munchboxart]

New background OC for my Salmon guys + Mui drinking

[sukugo]

Gojo gives a note to sukuna like : "I wanted to write

A cute hikyu for you

Do you wanna smash?"

He does not, in fact, end up smashing he gets a long winded passionate lecture about the art of poetry and tries hollow purple-ing himself halfway through

GDJDHDJDJFFHFDJF worst part is, gojo IS capable of good poetry. and sukuna know this. but he likes lecturing (and poetry), even though satoru spends 90% of the time talking back and finishing sukuna's sentences, giving supposed correcting comments (that get debated. and then debated back. and so on and so forth)

but sukuna keeps at it, and satoru does learn quite a few things. technicalities that instantly improve his verse. or at least align it more towards heian era style poetry. sukuna is proud.

and THEN they fuck. obviously

[fantasy-costco]

We got a DVD player from goodwill for like 2 bucks so that we can watch dvds from the library in town this is a fucking game changer I'm so excited

[soullistrations]

'captaincy' thoughts because i loved seeing daichi's backstory in episode 16 and i love how the episode starts with daichi's middle school team finally passing their 'first first round' and ends with hinata finally passing his 'first first round.' it was a fun little bit that definitely had me going back to watch hinata's middle school captaincy to compare with the other portrayals of captaincy we see in this episode.

like, to see all of daichi, michimiya, and ikejiri all with their moments of trying the hardest and being the tone-setter on the court, telling their team that 'we haven't lost yet' and 'they're middle schoolers, just like us' and 'we can't win unless we try'--and then being the hardest hit when their team loses because each of them is the carrier of the team's hope, for better and for worse--it's a pretty clear callback to hinata's middle school captaincy (just with the added benefit of having some more volleyball and life experience than hinata had at that point). so it's fitting that, after ikejiri has that internal monologue about 'at least i got to play volleyball' that arc ends with a lingering shot on hinata, who has never been satisfied with 'at least i get to play'--he wants to play the longest and stay on the court the whole time, and the more he learns about volleyball--because he really knew NOTHING in that first tournament when he was like 'we'll win all the games--the more he understands just how hard it is, and how much work it takes, to stay on the court the longest.

[bmpmp3]

why does everything i get really into always end up being so god damn niche. by the year 2035 i am going to be blogging exclusively about the interpersonal relationships between the pillbugs and snails hiding underneath the bricks lining the flowerbeds in my parent's garden.

[hiemaldesirae]

worlds worst man(?) gets himself a moss child

[broke-on-books]

😍😍😍

[nikatyler]

Ben, the band mom 🖤

[imabiscuitinthousandworlds]

i need everyone to know that i bloody love the lotr films and i went from grinning like an idiot to gesturing wildly and trying to remember my sheet music bc I KNOW THAT ONE IVE PLAYED IT to crying bc of current or future tragedy or suddenly remembering that with the passing of this age all the magic we see will fade if it hasn't already. but also i will NEVER forgive them for the sound of boromir's horn, the great horn of gondor, passed through ages and generations to call for aid that shall always be heard by allies when it is within or at the bounds of gondor and its surrounding lands, because i was this close to crying and then this bloody horn STARTS BLARING LIKE A FUCKING CAR HONKING AND INSTEAD OF CRYING ALL OF US WERE LAUGHING HYSTERICALLY LIKE LITERALLY EVERY OTHER HORN SOUNDS SO COOL WHAT THE FUCK YOU FUCKING DESTROYED THAT SCENE I MEAN I STILL CRIED BUT ONLY AFTER I COULDNT HEAR THE BLOODY HORN ANYMORE THAT IS SPECIFICALLY SUPPOSED TO ALSO INVOKE EMOTION AT LEAST WHEN YOU'RE AS WEIRD ABOUT LOTR AS I AM WHAT THE FUCK I WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU FOR THAT PETER FUCKING JACKSON AND EVERYONE WHO LET THIS HAPPEN

[yellowflowerzzz]

FELLOW KISSHU FAN SPOTTED 🫵🫵

YEAHHH CHEERS TO HAVING BEEN UNWELL

[whereconfusionisarhyme]

recently (finally) saw spring awakening for the first time ever !! it was a very good production, a million cheer to the cast and crew. but,,,and i’m sorry to ask,,,but literally what was up with those random queers??

[idkwhatimdoingbutrandom]

Tired of cishet people (especially “”””””””ALLIES””””””) telling us they don’t like a show because the queerness is forced and that we shouldn’t either.

HAVE YALL EVER THOUGH THAT MAYBE QUEER PEOPLE EXIST??? MAYBE EVEN A LITTLE DIFFERENTLY THAN YOU DO?????

Also tired of queer people standing with companies cancelling queer shows because “Well what do you expect? The show wasn’t that good anyway”

DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY SHOWS THAT FEATURE CISHETS EXIST??? YA THINK ALL OF EM ARE EMMY AWARD WINNING????

AHHHHH *PULLS MY TEETH OUT*

[purple-is-great]

i'm at grandma's for christmas as are my aunt and her family, so like every time we see i ended up in an incredibly sprawling conversation with my godfather (aunt's husband and father of my cousins, has been considered a part of the family for longer than i've been alive) that went from what i'm studying to politics and to somewhere in between and everywhere else

but anyway, we got to talking about slurs as often happens and i almost used the Finnish word hintti as an example of why I think white people saying the n-word is bad even when they're quoting stuff. It's basically a Finnish equivalent to faggot. A nasty slur and not something I've heard reclaimed without a lot of humour or political spite surrounding it. It's also what happens very easily when a Finnish speaker tries to adapt the English word hint to fit the Finnish language. So I almost went "Dad says it sometimes when we're playing board games and I sort of instinctually flinch a bit every time" until I remembered that he doesn't technically know I'm bi and I'm not sure if I want to tell him at 11.30 the night before Christmas. I'm sure he'd be completely supportive but I want to do it all the way, mention my gender too and that requires a bit more thinking

[spoonietimelordy]

I've change my name while transitioning socially because my birth name is seen as a woman name in french but the older I get and the more I want to go by both of my names because like my birth name is a man name in breton and I actually like it, so fuck off to french people but I think I'm gonna go by both now.

[sewerfight]

when I was around twelve I used to sit at the family computer and send hatemail to a white french dude named Jacques who was a self proclaimed communist on Tumblr. This was back in the day when you didn't need a blog to send anon hate. I had no real beef with him but I just didn't like his tone. used to send him "SHUT UP Jacques" periodically. and he'd answer every single one of my asks like "who is this?? show your face or I'll fucking kill you" and I'd be like "now now, that doesn't make sense, jacques" all haughty and he'd get so fucking mad at me. One time he posted a selfie and I sent him an ask claiming I was a psychologist and that his hair parting suggested that he wasn't a communist at all. and he took it deliriously serious and went off on a 2,000 word rant. I can remember going to stay at my grandparents over that weekend, so I didn't even respond to the rant until I came back. I could've chosen to end it there, but when I returned, I sent him another ask which was like "psychologist here again: if you were a communist your hair parting would be in the middle. evenly distributed. All behavioural signs point to someone who doesn't take their own values seriously." and he went ballistic. really swearing at me. all caps type beat. he never turned the asks off, btw. which always made me wonder if he didn't know how to, or if he didn't want to cause he was convinced he was fighting a war, and this action would ensure he lost it. anyway this went on for weeks until one day I completely forgot about him like he was some kind of childhood imaginary friend I'd conjured up in my loneliness. but yesterday I happened to recall the whole scenario, because my buddy was like "remember when you were twelve and I came over to your house, and you showed me on the computer how you'd been terrorizing this random French guy for days on end. And you were laughing like fucking crazy. and I said it wasn't funny because he probably had problems, and you were like 'oh.' and you looked a bit guilty for a second, but then you went and got a grapefruit from the kitchen and threw it out of the second story window at my kid brother, who was playing in the street, and then you started laughing again?" Well. when she put it like that, needless to say I felt bad. so Jacques if you're out there I'm sorry I was such a little shit. you had totally normal hair, and you only wanted people to share stuff. If it's any consolation I know every day of my life that I'm probably going to hell for the sick things I have done