#i'll only leave this part here

[estcaligo]

"I bet Idia'd be a good choice"

[purplink8]

Can I be real for a second? I don't think L giving a foot massage to Light was very in-character of him. Like manga!L would've totally scoffed at how pathetic anime!L appeared when he did that.

I like the rain scene bc it's really pretty (also Light MOANS bc of L? *sighs* yeah i ship lawlight) but I'm always so ?? at anime!L's behavior? The anime made L way too melancholic and y'know self-deprecating kinda guy. In contrast, manga!L (whom I love to death) is so so confident in doing what he's doing and has the time of his life during the Kira case as he's intellectually challenged (by Light) as he figures out the case little by little.

I don't get where the anime creators got the idea that L is a very sad character who cares about justice so much so that he's actually Justice itself? Manga!L enjoys solving cases. I'm not saying that L doesn't care about justice at all- just that he cares more about winning.

So, the anime creators looked at a character who cares about winning (& his own ego) than everything else and decided to... make him give a foot massage to his nemesis (surprise surprise bible symbolism featuring L as Jesus *🤮* coming up) apparently due to accepting Light's (boy's first debut as Judas) 'betrayal' how can there be betrayal when there was no trust between them in the first place and saying "It is the least I can do to atone for my sins"...

The only way I could've made a little sense of this is if L was mocking Kira with that line but the anime just had to go above & beyond to make it (L's actions) seem too genuine for that to be true. which is. so. FRUSTRATING

Manga!L wouldn't have done anything like that. Not even ironically (he'd have thought it to be below him for pretending to be accepting his defeat mockingly to Kira). Even Manga!L's not enough of a bastard to try to compare himself with Jesus (and just after knowing (god knows how) that he's going to die)- like that's too stupid omg: even for a mockery.

Does he actually think that Light would pick up on the (him as Jesus) symbolism and be like 'oh no! L is too noble like Jesus to die by my betrayal i'm such a bad judas how come i NEVER NOTICED THIS BEFORE'... and decide to spare L's life? Or embrace his inner Judas like the bad bitch he is and finish L for that godawful mockery of Jesus?

Whenever I think about Anime!Light's in-character reaction I crack up as it would be smth like 'wow this guy who graduated summa cum laude from torture university is pretending to be Jesus? lol what a real piece of work. would've expected better from you L: so pathetic lmao i hope rem kills you soon i'm so done with you rn- rip 💀'

Manga!L (if he knew he were going to die (don't know how that's possible in the anime; still we're talking about how the anime creators seem to see L as Jesus so ~anything is possible~) that is) would never go 'guess i'll die' accept his defeat offering a foot massage to his enemy and inwardly throw a pity party being all "… It'll be lonely, won't it?" GIRL you were the one going on & about how you'd EXECUTE Kira once you catch him on live tv (also saying that you'd bring Kira's head to the task force) I REALLY doubt you'd feel lonely if either one of you were to die- that (killing each other) was the point!!

Manga!L is a selfish character: he values his victory above all else so the anime making him accept defeat that easily + gracefully doesn't sit well with me.

[lesbiankordian]

you know how Dazai makes references to the princesses? he should now make one about Chuuya and the Little Mermaid:

her natural habitat is water

she's ginger

she lost her voice (and Chuuya is under sb's control now)

she became a different species at one point in her life

she was used for her voice (and Chuuya for his ability)

also Dazai'd laugh his ass off if he called Chuuya 'little'

[allsnarker]

< still mentally grappling with not only am i loved but people like. think about me when im not there (in a good way) whoa. like i know that but whoa.

[httpiastri]

how about if... i just... don't do my work.....

[nateriverswife]

i feel like if i want to get back my motivation to write my dn fanfics, i should talk about them more (or i mean, start talking about them) so i can get feedback and input that feeds my creativity but i also feel very self-conscious when i do, because like why should i even do that, it's embarrassing lmao

[hlvrai-stuck-together]

...You're really sure they both forgive me for what happened? Cuz I fucked up really badly this time.

I'm sure. It wasn't your fault, Bubby.

...

Well then, I forgive Gordon for stealing my chips that one time too, then. And the dip. And for leaving crumbs all over the couch. And for not washing his damn hands before touching the remote.

I'm surprised you even remember all that, but umm? Thanks?

You're welcome, fucking nasty little sewage boy.

Hey!

*(The fire continues to shrink in size, becoming a much smaller version of what it was before.)*

I have the blanket! Apologies for the holdup, I had forgotten that we had taken the large one with us upstairs last night and had spent a rather lengthy amount of time looking for it down here! Hopefully this can help!

...I may have overestimated the size of the fire. Do you still need the blanket?

Yes, please. Thank you.

*(The large blanket is thrown over the stovetop. Without the fire in the way, the dials behind it become clear- they're all turned off. Dr. Coomer is able to hold onto the blanket with his limb enhancers, and keeps it in place for a moment while they wait.)*

Thank you, Harold. Sorry about the mess.

It's no trouble.

Just maybe let me do the cooking for a little while.

Fine, I can do that.

*(Dr. Coomer lifts the blanket. The fire is gone.)*

[devilsskettle]

inspired by @taikacohen ’s boy posting 

[drysauce]

i feel like withing next few months i might completely fall out with my best friend help

[kosmicfeelings]

I wait for you

;Alex G

[jackredfieldwasmyjacob]

i find it so funny that my mum would rather drive me to the place i'm going to work at tomorrow (i'll be counting the tickets at an event in a stadium) than let me have lunch at 1 pm or worse... even earlier

[heffrondriving]

casually files this under moments that make me wanna run my brain with a steamroller over and over again for the next couple days

[keirametzbrassknuckles]

Ugh what to do with my copy of A Little Life

[carewyncromwell]

10 for Jacob/Ashe affection?

10) the kindest "i hate you" followed by a contagious laugh (Jacashe)

Of all of Duncan's classes, the one he'd always excelled at most was Potions. Honestly, he was even better at brewing potions than his boy best friend Jacob Cromwell was, since as much as the magical prodigy reveled in the theory of potionmaking and loved experimentation, he could get very easily distracted trying to improve on what was already there. Duncan, however, as much as he could very easily have "plused" up a potion if he wanted to, rarely saw much reason to -- experimenting with potions could be dangerous, so he didn't see any point in risking his limbs or eyebrows in an attempt to reinvent the wheel.

Duncan Ashe would need a damn good reason to mess around with a potion's potency. Even his OWL exam didn't give him enough motivation to do it -- his Draught of the Living Dead was already perfect, so the examiner would be more than impressed enough without him twisting himself into a pretzel.

At that same exam, though, the examiner also had Jacob's work to consider -- and the scholarly airhead managed to catch the older wizard's attention not by brewing his own excellent potion, but by drawing the entire periodic table up on the blackboard and then going on a lecture about how one could possibly apply different chemical compounds to potion recipes and their ingredients.

"...As you can see, Muggles have divided up their periodic table of elements not just into how many atoms make up their outer most shell, but also how reactive they are with other elements. Take radium, for instance -- a highly reactive metal that, when ingested, can be deathly poisonous to humans...but if one combines it with clorine, you get Radium Cloride -- a bioluminescent, colorless salt that, when turned into a gas, has even been experimented with as a possible cure for different kinds of cancers. Not unlike the deathly poisonous potion ingredients we use every day, to brew complex antidotes and Healing treatments! Hellebore, used in the Draught of Peace -- Asphodel, used in Wiggenweld Potions -- Venomous Tentacula leaves, Arnica, Sneezewort...all used in countless antidotes, from everything to dragon pox to ague! Imagine how much faster it would be to brew new potions, if we could apply this kind of model to the ingredients we use every day...if we could see, even before experimentation, which ingredients would react violently with each other and which ones wouldn't...hypothesize which ingredients could blend well, and which ones wouldn't! We could develop a cure for memory loss...for blood maledictions...hell, maybe even lycanthropy! The possibilities are endless!"

Duncan was left standing off to the side with his Draught of the Living Dead, watching his best friend once again snatch up all the spotlight away from him. Part of him wanted to be resentful about it, but as he crossed his arms, listening to Jacob eagerly prattle on and seeing the examiner get swept up in his enthusiasm despite himself, Duncan instead found himself smiling.

Because, well...it was a good idea. Jacob always had good ideas. That was part of what had always been so fun about being around him -- why Duncan had become his friend in the first place, even with how stupid and reckless and insensitive and arrogant he could be at times. For all of his flaws, Jacob had good ideas, and those good ideas almost always came from a place of sincerely wanting to help others...from wanting to do good for the world and for the people he cared about.

So as annoying as it was that Jacob had effectively snatched up all of the examiner's attention even after how much he'd praised Duncan's potionmaking skills -- that this rambling diatribe would likely result in Jacob getting an O on his OWL, same as Duncan, without doing even half the physical work -- Duncan couldn't help but watch Jacob ramble on like an idiot with a faintly cynical, but still incredibly fond smirk.

When Jacob finally stopped talking long enough to catch his breath, the examiner actually clapped his hands together, beaming.

"That was splendid! Absolutely splendid!" he praised Jacob, his squinty little eyes twinkling. "Well, Mr. Cromwell...as much as I'd love to hear more, I do have the rest of the class's work to examine...thank you very much!"

Jacob faltered, looking a bit confused, as the examiner walked away, so he could migrate around the rest of the room. He looked over at Duncan across the room, bewildered -- the Slytherin left his cauldron and strode over to him, his arms still crossed and his eyebrows raised coolly over his narrowed eyes.

"Seems the examiner takes after Slughorn, in fawning over you," said Duncan dryly.

Jacob frowned deeply. "He didn't even stay to watch me brew anything. Do you think he'll come back around and watch me brew something then?"

Duncan gave Jacob a bewildered look.

"Do you mean to say..." he said very slowly and lowly, "...that you didn't do that for points? You seriously just scribbled all that stuff up there on a whim, for your own entertainment?"

Jacob glanced back at the periodic table he'd doodled on the board and then up at Duncan sheepishly.

"Well, not for my own entertainment, exactly...but I'd been thinking about it the other day, and I thought about maybe applying it to the potion I did, so I just doodled it up there to test out the idea -- you know?"

Duncan's head fell dramatically, as if he'd just been clubbed with a two-by-four. Then he started to laugh.

"What?" said Jacob. His own face was breaking out into a smile too, just hearing his friend laughing. "I thought it'd be interesting! You can't tell me it wouldn't be fun to try to make a new potion -- think about how much easier and safer it'd be, with a proper periodic table! It's really just common sense, isn't it...?"

"I hate you," muttered Duncan.

Those words, though, were accompanied by the fullest, brightest smirk and eyes that sparkled with fondness as he laughed harder than ever.

"Come on," he muttered through his cackling, taking hold of Jacob's shoulder. "Now that we've both got our O's in the bag, we'd best clean up and head out. Liv can meet us when she's done..."

Affectionate Prompts!

[risingsunresistance]

[queer-crusader]

Man I've run right out of spoons. Fucking despise shopping. Never again. Goodbye free time for the next 2 weeks now apart from MAYBE the coming weekend, wish me luck lads