#sorry if he looks a lil odd here i was drawing him without much reference

[atomicfoolorkillthemidols]

Underpainting practice yuuuhhh

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A Ponderous Rewatch: Cameo in Sir Yaksalot

We’re having a mini-post about a cameo for this entry, and it’s the longest and most involved cameo yet. Plus, it’s animated by TMS Entertainment, which is always a delight to see.

Let’s take a look at “Sir Yaksalot”.

This has nothing to do with Pinky and the Brain, but I thought I’d point it out anyway since I find it delightful. Back in the late 1970s, TMS Entertainment animated the Lupin the 3rd “Red Jacket” anime series. In this episode the very first populated scene has an appearance by Jigen, who is one of the characters in that anime. I imagine this easter egg flew right over the heads of most of the western audience back in the 90s. It’s so charming that TMS made reference to their old work all these years later.

If you’ve never watched this Lupin the 3rd anime, have a few out-of-context bizarre and funny moments from the series to get a taste of it. It’s a delight.

Anyway, the basic run-down of this episode is that it takes place in Camelot, where Sir Arthur and his Knights of the Round Table live. All is pretty peaceful until a dragon starts attacking the place, burning down houses, and roasting people alive in the street.

…Like so.

But hey, that doesn’t have anything to do with our duo of mice, right?

Well, I hate to have to spoil the whole twist to the situation here, but it’s kind of important to do so for the analyzing purposes of this rewatch. So what’s the twist?

The dragon is actually a mecha assembled and piloted by Pinky and the Brain.

I’ve gotta say, this is actually quite bizarre for the duo to do. Brain’s plans are nearly always non-violent. And even if the odd plan involves violence or lasting harm, Pinky is quick to admonish Brain for doing so.

But now in this episode we have them terrorizing a kingdom, burning down houses, burning folks left and right… What’s going on here?!? I mean, I guess the part where they’re roasting people is moreso in a cartoony character-is-just-blackened-with-soot-and-they’re-fine kind of way, but still.

OH LORD, IT’S HEADED FOR US!

Anyway, the “dragon” defeats the knights of the kingdom and begins trying to break into the castle.

We’re going to skip a large part of the story here as it doesn’t involve the mice directly. All you need to know is that King Arthur asks Merlin to conjure up a brave and powerful knight to slay the dragon…and Merlin’s magic summons the Warner Siblings instead. Eventually, the Warners agree to do their best to get rid of Camelot’s dragon problem.

Meanwhile, the dragon has gone back to the kingdom at large to continue the rampage. I guess the castle door was too much of an obstacle for some reason?

Oh no, they’ve spotted something…

BOYS, NO! What the fuck?!?

I guess…I guess you could say that since this is actually a mecha that we’re looking at here, this old man would just be held hostage inside the belly area and our duo is just doing a really good acting job at the moment. However, this is still something that’s really, really out of Pinky and Brain’s usual modus operandi. Maybe Brain’s the one doing all the work at the moment and Pinky’s somewhere else in the mecha, distracted and unaware of the chaos happening? That’s the only way this could make any sort of sense to me, and having Brain working by himself without Pinky there do second-guess him and be his conscience usually results in Brain getting more carried away and having his morals slip a bit.

“Comedy! Dragon comedy! The best dragon comedians in all of Camelot!”

Oh thank goodness for your distraction, Yakko!

“Right here, free peasant with every drink! Oh yes, right this way, sir!”

“Hmm?”

The dragon goes right on in. Curiosity got the better of Brain, I suppose.

“And now, dragons and drag-ettes, the Camelot Comedy Cabaret presents the funniest dragon in all of Camelot: Henny Dragon!”

Oh my lord, Yakko, that dragon kigurumi is adorable!

“Ah-haha! Thank you, thank you! You’re too kind!”

“Hey, how about that lady in the lake? I mean, how long can she hold her breath?”

Aww, Wakko has one too.

“Hehehehehe…”

All right, this is totally not Brain at the reins anymore. He’s not one for these kinds of jokes. I’m guessing Pinky got curious about what was going on and Brain let him have control for a little while?

“Candy? Gum? Dynamite?”

And there’s Dot in her own costume! You look very cute, sweetie.

The dragon shakes his head in refusal, but—

“On the house, sugar.”

The dragon’s all blushy and he mumbles something unintelligible and waves in thanks. Yeah, that’s definitely not Brain controlling the mecha anymore.

“How ‘bout that King Arthur, huh? I’ll never forget the first time we met—“

“—but I’m tryin’.”

Oh boy, the dragon’s laughter is getting more intense and…umm. Hmm. I think we all know where this is going.

“I’m slayin’ ‘em.”

[snerk] Thanks, Yakko.

“Hey hey! What’s green and stands in the corner?”

“A naughty frog.”

We’ve got full-on belly laughs here, folks. It’s only a matter of time now.

“Naw, really, you’ve been a great audience. We’re outta here!”

Welp, here we go.

Yeah, sorry. This one’s all on you, buddy.

HOLY SHIT! That’s much more violent an explosion than I was expecting!

See you, space cowboy.

There’s the reveal. How did Brain (with some help from Pinky) assemble a mecha like this in medieval times? He’s just that good, I suppose.

This junked mecha is giving me Five Nights at Freddy’s vibes and I’m not sure how I feel about that.

“Ah hehahe—‘naughty frog’! Narf! AhHAhaha!”

There’s our boys! Man, TMS makes them so adorable. Look at Pinky’s smile! He’s so precious. And Brain is, too, even though he’s so frustrated right now. ‘Lil grumpy-gus…

“Hysterical, Pinky.”

BONK!

“Zort!”

“…Mice?”

“But WHY?!?”

Honestly, King Arthur? Same.

“We were trying to destroy Camelot in yet another attempt to take over the world.”

W-were you, now? I… Listen, I know you’re not one to think about the details at all, Brain, but this is on a whole other level.

“Come, Pinky. Back to the drawing board.”

“’Stands in the corner’… ‘Naughty frog’… Ah HAHAHAHA!”

SMACK!

“They’re Pinky! They’re Pinky and the Brain, Brain, Brain, Brain--!~”

SPLAT!

That’s it for the cameo. It sure was…something. I honestly don’t know quite what to make of it. The whole Pinky and the Brain twist doesn’t really work unless you make some leaps of logic to try and puzzle out who was in charge of the mecha and when, and it’s an overly aggressive and violent plan…which is very rare for the two mice.

At least the animation was a joy to look at!

[haikyuu-imagines-and-others]

scenario w tsukki where his fem s/o is colourblind and they're watching the sunset and its a lil bit of angsty fluffness and she asks if he can describe the colours to her and whatnot and she gets upset by the fact that she can never see what he's seeing? and like never see the colour of his eyes and just mush and sad fluff and dsfsoifjdsof

*Deep sigh* It’s that time again everyone…. Time for some much deserved angst! But thankfully no one is dying! So this shouldn’t break your heart too much :3 Maybe… Depends on how my writing is feeling lol Anyway, Thanks for requesting! - Admin Satori

Tsukishima Kei:

When you were a little girl, you thought the world worked and lived in shades of black and white. You’d thought your gray skies were like everyone else, the grays of flowers and tv shows you’d thought were what everyone saw in their everyday lives. Your childhood was generally sheltered, your parents had kept you homeschooled for as long as they could - they knew the moment you’d learn the truth, you’d feel like you were some freak. They wanted you to have a happy childhood, for as long as you could, before some little snot nosed brat came along and ruined it for you.

But the day came when they had to enroll you in public school. High school. And you met Tsukishima Kei. After accidentally running into Hinata on your sports run.

The small ball of sunshine had barreled into you, not having enough time to put his brakes on before the two of you were tumbling to the ground.

“Dumbass!” Kageyama yelled, Tsukishima and Yamaguchi jogging up not too late afterwards.

“Ah, little ace, watch where you’re going.” Tsukishima smirked, but it faltered when your eyes trailed up his form to meet his own, a frown adorned his face before he let out a quiet huff. Without another word, he turned on his heel and continued his jog wherever it was he was heading off to.

You blinked in confusion as you watched him go, hearing the small one’s frantic apologies for knocking you over, the one with black hair yelling at him about being an idiot but that he lost in the race, then the boy with a freckled face was obstructing your view from the boy with glasses. You looked at freckles and smiled softly as he offered his hand to you to help you up, “No no… It’s fine… I’m okay.” You assured the three, your eyes still watching glasses jogging away at his normal pace. “Um… Just.. Uh… Be a little more careful, okay?” You smiled softly at the short boy.

Ever since that day, you wondered to yourself whether or not the world was really made up of just blacks, whites, and grays. Your mind and eyes said yes, there was nothing more to the world than that. There were no secrets it was hiding in the form of visuals.

But how could that be true? The boy you’d seen, later understanding his name to be Tsukishima Kei, he was too beautiful, too complicated, to just be a jumble of shades of gray. How many grays could really exist before they started looking the same? It was only during one of your moping moods that, finally, your parents came clean, explaining your condition. You’d never be able to see colors, you didn’t know what any one color was. Shades of gray were all you were going to know.

The news was heartbreaking, and you’d made your dramatic run out of the house, tears falling from your eyes, your useless colorblind eyes. How could you ever fully enjoy anything now? Everyone else was getting so much more out of life, and yet you were picked to be on the unfair end of the stick? To see nothing but a gray, black, and white color wheel of nothingness?

You don’t know how, but you ended up sitting on top of a hill outside your school, your knees brought up to your chin, your tears still falling the more you sat in your own grief. You weren’t sure how you were going to overcome something so permanent.

“Did Hinata crash into you again?”

The sudden voice scared you out of your mourning, and you looked up suddenly to see Tsukishima standing just at the bottom of the hill, his long fingers pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose while his other hand rubbed a towel against his neck and jaw. He’d just been passing by when he’d notice you crying. And as much of an asshole as he loved to be, you weren’t deserving of his hatred just yet. You’d yet to proven yourself a nuisance. Yet being the operative word.

You sniffled and rushed to wipe your tears, looking away from him with a slight blush on your cheeks, “N-No…. He didn’t…” You assured, not wanting him to get mad at the ball of energy you’d come to be good friends with. He nodded in response, keeping his eyes on you for a few minutes to see if you were actually telling the truth or if you were just trying to get him to keep the peace with Hinata. Your eyes slowly trailed back over to him, meeting his directly for just a few seconds before you were looking just slightly above him at the sky, “Uh… W… What’s the color of the sky right now?” You asked suddenly. You’d wanted to ask him about his appearance, his colors, his complexity… but how awkward would that have been? For a first conversation?

The question threw him off guard, and at first he thought you were going to make a snide remark that would send him on his way. But the look on your face, almost desperate for an honest answer, had him glancing up before looking back at you, “The sky?” He repeated, looking around him, just to make sure you weren’t pulling some stupid prank on him. “It’s orange… with streaks of yellow…” Unthinking, his legs moved him closer up the hill before he was sitting next to you on the grassy knoll, his knees bent with his elbows resting on them.

“But over there it’s a little darker….” You pointed to the horizon off to the left, “And over there it’s brighter because of the sun….”

Tsukishima nodded slowly, still not understanding what you were getting at, “Yes…. It’s turning purple and pinkish over there…. And the sun is setting over here…..” He realized the surreal oddness of his explanation and looked over at you with furrowed eyebrows. You glanced at him from the corner of your eyes and noticed he looked angry - or maybe that was just the shade of gray that formed near his eyebrows, “Is this some sort of joke?” He asked, his voice a bit rough.

You quickly shook your head, “N-no!” You almost yelled, your eyes widening when you saw the way his lips pulled into an irritated frown. An explanation was needed, right now, and you didn’t have any other way of explaining yourself other than blurting out, “I just found out I’m color blind!”

The air stilled between the two of you, and his storm of irritation passed without event, but now he saw you in a new light. “So….” He bit the inside of his cheek, leaning back on the palms of his hands as he stared up at the colorful sky, “What’s the color of your sky then?” He asked curiously, not really being careful about his word choice at the moment. He’d never met a colorblind person before, and he was interested in what your world looked like.

“Gray….” You muttered, your nose scrunching at the word, as if it were the most disgusting word in the world. Almost as if it were as bad as the word moist. You pulled your knees closer and buried your face into your crossed arms, “Always gray….”

Tsukishima nodded thoughtfully, glancing at you from the corner of his eyes now and then while the two of you sat in silence. “And the grass?” He asked, “What’s that color to you?”

“A slightly darker gray…. Sometimes…” You muttered again, feeling your tears brimming in your eyes, “I don’t even know what the words ‘orange’ or ‘yellow’ or ‘purple’ mean….” You sniffled, wiping your eyes as your tears broke free. You didn’t want to cry in front of him, not the beautiful boy.

Inhaling slowly, Tsukishima felt a soft heat creep up the back of his neck and rest on his cheeks, “The grass is green…. The color reminds me of… the smell of a pine tree….” He had looked away while explaining the feeling to the color, but when he finally completed his thought, he glanced at you once more. But he wasn’t sure what the furrowing of your eyebrows meant, “Do….. Have you ever caught that scent before?” Tsukishima asked curiously.

You nodded slowly, “Yeah…. My dad gets a fresh pine tree every Christmas….” You sniffled, letting your right hand fall from your knees and touch the grass below you, feeling the blades tickle your palm. “What about the sky?” You whispered, feeling like you were letting him waltz right through your vulnerability without a fight.

Tsukishima glanced at the sky briefly before looking at you again, but not directly, always from the corner of his eye, “It’s orange… and yellow…. Like the smell of a campfire…” He didn’t know if this was helping you any through your grief, but maybe if the two of you kept talking - you’d be able to gain a little insight to the world that was stolen from you.

“…. What about you? What are your colors?” You asked quietly, but his ears perked and he looked over at you just as you looked at him. Realizing the suddenness of your question, you blushed deeply and looked down at your shoes, “S-sorry… Y-you don’t have to answer that…”

“Blond….” He said simply, not seeing any point in keeping his features to himself. You had been born into a world of grays… Who was he to suddenly give you some reference to colors, and withhold his own? His long fingers pushed up his glasses, “The color of it reminds me of…” He trailed off, his eyebrows furrowing as he tried to put a memory to his own hair color… but nothing was forming. Tsukishima let out a small huff as he continued to draw a blank before something suddenly came to him, “Well… My brothers’ hair is the same color as mine… His hair reminds me of the smell of sunscreen when the sun isn’t covered by any clouds….” He smiled softly, wistfully, and the sight took your breath away.

You bit your bottom lip and looked down at your bent legs, feeling your tears falling still, “T-Thank you…” You whispered quietly, but the wobble in your voice struck a slight panic into his heart; why were you crying again?? “I’m really thankful…. To have your references…” You sniffled, wiping away your tears softly this time, “I’m s-sorry if I took up any of your valuable time…”

Tsukishima’s lips twisted into a soft scowl at your apology, “Valuable time?” He scoffed quietly before easily standing from his spot next to you. He didn’t move for a while, just standing near you as he stared ahead of him at the setting sun. “Um…” He coughed dryly, looking away when your eyes were drawn to him, his uncomfortable stance next to you. “I’d be a jerk if I didn’t offer to walk you home…” He admitted as he walked down the grassy hill just slightly so he didn’t have to bend to offer you his hand. Slowly, you let your hand slide into his, feeling him pull you up and helping you down the hill carefully. You sniffled still, and noticed when his hand didn’t drop yours as he walked you away from the school grounds.

[fondlinducks]

a snippet of bike ride to mars.

so, a quick side-note: i’m writing a lil book called “bike ride to mars” and i’m purely uploading this because my friend wanted to read it and i kind of want to put my writing on here. but yeah, the main characters for this book are Lauren Moore and Chandler Bury. the context behind the snippet is: Lauren has moved, with her mother and younger brother, to her grandpa’s house down in the south and meets a boy with CAD called Chandler, who lives across the street from her grandpa’s house. Chandler’s incredibly shy and Lauren loves to ask unanswerable questions. Lauren’s mother drags her over to Chandler’s house so that she can try to bond with him so that he doesn’t feel entirely alone all the time. so yeah. happy reading.

word count: 2755 (jeez that’s a lot of words i’m so sorry)

- star.

 'Uh- hey?' Chandler waved his hand in front of my face as I found my eyes fixated onto his bedroom floor. He was wearing an unbuttoned red chequered flannel shirt that overlapped a black t-shirt that had some sort of nerdy band reference on it. His short fringe still flopped over to the left side of his head. He hovered in the doorway, his cheeks flushing a profound red.

  'Sorry-' I apologized for being so deep in thought. Why did I have to think about the stupid little things at the wrong times?

  'It's okay, don't worry.' we stood in the exact same spot for a few seconds before his voice started to perk up again. 'Do you want to come in?'

  'Yeah, sure.' I said, trying to sound as calm and collected as possible.

  I was astounded by how amazing his room was. It was simp-ly everyone's dream bedroom- and if it wasn't practically everyone's fantasy room, then they were probably lying to themselves. The bookcase to the right was stacked from top to bottom with DVDs and astrology books as the channel on the large plasma TV played harmonious indie music. Two large beanbags, a red and a blue one, were squashed together in front of the TV. A large mahogany desk, with a huge PC weighing down on top of it, sat in front of the window that Chandler had watched me dance unaccompanied from. It had a pretty clear sight straight into my bedroom that I could essentially read every single title on the spines of the books on my own shelf. The paint on his walls was a shade of navy blue, excluding away any bright colours that tried to make its way into his room. It seemed dim, but the lights were on. It seemed quiet, but the background music was still playing.

  My eyes ran across the white ceiling just above his bed and noticed how many incandescent glow-in-the-dark stars had been scattered across it. Each little lustrous yellow star had been carefully placed- and that's when I also perceived that each star that made an abstract shape had been connected, star to star, with blemished white chalk. It wasn't striking or obvious if you quickly glanced up at the ceiling and didn't check again. But if you observed it in more detail, you would find snowier and smudged white marks dancing across the roof. I had started to wonder how on earth he could draw each line so carefully without accidentally scrawling a line across the entire thing- and that's when I noticed an un-prominent line inscribed over a small area of the connected stars. It was at a section of the ceiling where Chandler couldn't reach without support. Then a thought sprouted from my brain, linking the accidental line of chalk with it.

  Chandler fell off his chair.

  I turned my head towards his desk again to find the scrap and slightly torn piece of paper with the written words “DON'T WORRY I WON'T TELL ANYONE.” slid under his keyboard.

  'So,' he clapped his hands together as he sank down into the black wheely-chair he had fallen off a few nights ago, 'I'm Chandler?' his introduction came out more as a question, causing me to awkwardly laugh.

 'I'm Lauren.' we exchanged a tight-sealed smile and a nod. He knew I didn't come here voluntarily, so that probably made him feel even more awkward about the entirety of this situation. I perched at the end of his bed- of course it was a waterbed, I thought as it floated up and down as soon as my weight plummeted on top of it. I rolled my eyes a little before they peeked up at the ceiling and stars again. If I had ever decided to randomly draw on my ceiling, mum would go ballistic at me and scream bloody murder until she tore the walls down.

  'Why did you draw on your ceiling?' I pointed upwards at the smeared chalk and glow-in-the-dark stars. He blushed again, as if he was embarrassed about it. I didn't mean to phrase it in a way to make him sound stupid, I was just curious.

  'I don't know really.' he forced out a small chortle before spi-nning the chair around, avoiding eye-contact with me.

  'You do know, you just won't tell me.' he didn't say anything. He was embarrassed. 'I'm not going to walk into school tomorr-ow morning and blurt out in the middle of physics that “Chandler Bury has glow-in-the-dark stars stuck to his ceil-ing”.' my lips pursed as he genuinely laughed before allowing his feet to turn the chair back towards my direction. His bashful eyes slowly rose away from the floor and blinked at me. I smiled at him and he stood away from the chair and sat beside me on the bed, making it bounce up and down as the water mattress rippled from underneath us. He was silent for a few minutes before he let out a sigh.

  'Don't think that I'm weird, or anything-'

  'I've come across a plenty of weirdness,' I stated as his eye-brows raised a little, ' and I don't think you will be able to top the number one weird thing on my weirdness scale.' he chuckled again. He exhaled a breath that he must've held in for a while before the words spilled out of his mouth.

  'I love space,' he blurted out and I found myself watching him struggle to talk about something he loved. It was upsetting. Nobody should ever feel ashamed of sharing the things they loved to someone else. It was like trying to explain questions that I couldn't answer to other people without being dubbed as “weird” or “odd”. '-and sometimes I like watching the stars from that tiny fragment of roof outside my window.'

  'I used to watch the stars from the pavement back home.' I told him. 'My mum always worried about me when she saw me sitting alone in the dark rather than going out with friends.'

  'You can find some sort of comfort when looking up at them though.' he remarked as he squinted his eyes at the ceiling. 'If I've had a shitty day, I would usually sit outside and just watch the sky, really.' Everything he was telling me wasn't as weird as he made it out to be. It seemed generally normal- well to me anyway. If he was telling this to my mum, she would have thought that he was depressed or something. 'I realised a while ago that stars don't really appear when it's foggy, especially in autumn and winter,' I had noticed it too, 'so I literally just copied out the constellations of the Northern Hemisphere onto my ceiling.' I enjoyed star-gazing, but I had no idea what the astrological terms for any of the constellations or stars were. 'So, if it's ever rainy or foggy, I can just lay down in the dark and look at them from here- hence the glow-in-the-dark stars.' I giggled at such a goofy, yet perfect, idea. 'It's weird, I know.'

 'It's really not.' his mouth curved into a smile. 'I'd rate that a negative one-hundred on my weirdness scale; that's negative one-hundred-and-seven spaces away from watching you fall off your chair.' he playfully nudged me and laughed. It didn't feel as awkward to be around him any more.

 'Now that you've asked me why I have kid stickers on my roof,' here comes the question I was actually dreading to answer, 'why do you always dance by yourself-?' and there it was.

 'I don't always dance by myself.' I protested as his right eye-brow arched upwards.

  'Is that so?' he giggled before sitting in the central of the bed, pulling his legs up to his chest and wrapping his arms around his knees. I decided to sit opposite him. 'Because, if I remember correctly, you were dancing alone last night too.' my cheeks were burning up, I hadn't realised he had been watching me last night either. I really had to start drawing my curtains shut whenever I wanted to secretly dance.

  'I'll drop the whole “Chandler-Fell-Off-His-Chair” scenario if you drop this.' I laughed as he shook his head.

  'No no no,' he giggled, 'that's not how it works.' my eyes rolled into the back of my head as I scoffed. 'Answers first, then we drop it.'

  'I don't know.' I lied.

  'You do know, you just won't tell me.' he mimicked back. I groaned at the visual image fizzling around my head of trying to explain the most silliest and pathetic answer to his question.

  In all honesty, I had no idea why I just randomly danced. It was like how I had no clue why I always sang. Whenever mum saw me dance, or listened to me sing, she just expressed how happy I seemed to be and how much she loved it when I would sing or dance, and I liked to make mum happy.

  'My mum tells me I'm more cheerful when I dance- and sing-'

  'It's a good job that I haven't caught you singing to yourself,' he grinned at me before adding 'yet.'

  'Hopefully that “yet” will never happen.' he laughed when I discouraged the concept of ever singing in front of him. It was just simply one of those things that would never happen, despite how much he probably wanted it to.

We sat cross-legged on his bed for almost two hours, talking utter nonsense until mum interrupted our conversation with a knock on the door and opened it up marginally to peek her head through. I was expecting her to explain to Chandler that we had to leave, even though it had only turned 6 o'clock, before single-handedly dragging me out of his house. Instead she just said that she was having another cup of coffee with Amanda and that we would have to leave when she had finished it. I couldn't understand why we had to leave, or why I had to. 

  When the squeaky door finally shut and the sound of foot-steps plonking down the stairs started to parrot outside of his room, Chandler stood away from his bed and started to rummage through his school bag. Textbooks were thrown to one side as he started retrieving many scrunched up pieces of paper from the bottom of his bag. Some of the paper balls had black marker scrabbled over them; they were probably his notes that he had to remember for classes. He dropped his orange English book, with his name written on the front, on top of the pile of textbooks. His handwriting was so immaculate and effortless; it was tiny and precise and way much neater than my own. Part of me wanted to skim through his English book and stare at his beautiful handwriting and read his stories through how he had written them. The last item he flung to the ground before recovering a small black book was a paltry rectangular brown box- the exact same copy that Todd had slipped out of his blazer pocket during lunch on Monday. I felt like tearing up at the sight of the substantial thick words “SMOKING KILLS” printed on the front. He really wasn't trying to help himself to reduce his chances of dying from his unfortunate disease. Like Todd, he seemed cute until he hauled out a cigarette packet. His thin fingers gripped firmly against the book as he stood back up and turned to face me, offering me the little book as I bent down in front of him to pick up the packet. Perhaps it was just an empty box, I prayed as I care-fully opened it up, only to find that the box was fully brimmed with cigarettes. My jaw clenched as I glared at the cigarette packet, and then back at him before his eyebrows fluted at my apathetic stare, letting him know he was unbelievably stupid.

  'What's wrong?' his clutch around the book loosened as he dropped his arm by his side and stared at the cigarette packet.

  'I told somebody to stop smoking these because they were killing a perfectly good set of lungs that someone else, like you, would've wanted.' I snapped. His confused expression slowly dropped into a smirk before his eyes trailed to the floor.

  'So, I take it that everyone's told you the tale about the “Sick Boy”.' he disappointedly chuckled. It didn't make any sense why he would laugh at his own illness.

  'No one at school has told me something that I didn't already know.' When Chandler walked in late during that first physics lesson, everyone started murmuring rude comments about him. I did hear phrases directed at his CAD, but it didn't shock me in a way that I knew nothing about it. It shocked me that people were using his illness as a reason to make his life a living hell. It seemed like he was accomplishing it himself without the help of other people. 'My grandpa told me.' he sadly nodded his head. I stood still for a long time until Chandler rushed up to me and took the packet away from my clasped hands. He brought it up to his head and shook it, rattling the cigarettes together until he stopped.

  'I've never smoked a cigarette in my life.' he opened up the packet and showed me all the stacked up and aligned cigarettes, 'There's still-' he froze for a minute before counting each cigarette, 'twenty cigarettes in this pack. I have never touched them, let alone smoked them.' he smiled.

  Needless to say, I was very confused. What was the purpose in wasting money on buying a packet of cigarettes that he wasn't even willing to use?

  'Why did you buy the packet then?'

  'Again, don't think I'm weird-' I didn't protest against him this time, he was certainly weird. 'when I turned sixteen I wanted to buy a pack of cigarettes, just to know what it felt like to have them in my possession.' I felt my eyebrows crumple together. He let the box fall to the floor before exchanging out the black book, allowing me to take it from him as I stared at the front cover. It had a variety of deep pink swirls that intertwined with the black base, almost resembling a galaxy as white specs sprinkled over it all. Images of planets were stamped on top of the magnificent background. Uncovering my teeth, I smiled a little as Chandler timidly rubbed the back of his neck with his hand. 'When I started talking about different constellations, you looked kind of lost.' he chuckled. Did I really look that dumb-founded when he was discussing every little aspect of astrology I didn't understand? Apparently so.

  'Thank you.' my grin widened half way across my face before Chandler started heading towards the window, shoving it up-wards as I flicked through the book, catching glimpses of some of the constellations he had talked about earlier. 'What are you doing?' I questioned him as he stretched one leg out of the window, planting it on the roof.

  'You can read it whilst we actually watch them,' his other leg jumped out of the window, leaving just his arms gripping onto the windowsill and his head poking out from the darkness. 'I mean, if you want to.'

  'Of course.' I lost count of how many times I had smiled within the past few hours of being with him. He was genuinely so sweet. Skipping towards the window, with the book in my hand, I was ready to hop out of the window-

  Until someone knocked on Chandler's door again.

  Mum gently swung the door open, however Amanda was standing beside her this time. I knew it was time to leave, but I didn't want to go home yet. I knew that I could've waited another day and dropped by to see him after school, but somehow I knew that it wouldn't be the same. If I stepped outside of Chandler's room, we would probably just act like we didn't know each other again, like we were complete strangers.

  I didn't want to seem like a stranger to him.

  I didn't want him to become a stranger either.

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Cupkayke Rewatches/Liveblogs Boueibu!

Season 1, Episode 3

So I dropped off the face of Tumblr for awhile, sorry guys! I also rewatched the entirety of Yuri on Ice with my boyfriend and he now likes ice skating anime so that took some time lol But I am back JUST IN TIME FOR YUMOTO’S BIRTHDAY OMG HAPPY BIRTHDAY PRECIOUS CHILD. So, have a liveblog/collection of my stupid thoughts about one of the more ridiculous episodes! Yay! 

Also, I apologize in advance- some of this episode’s subtext led to an impromptu dissection of the boys’ sexualities/orientations and there are some brief mentions of unsavory teachers (because what kind of teacher holds a pretty boy contest???) so if any of my terminology/speculation is incorrect or you find any of my discussions potentially triggering or in need of tags PLEASE inbox me and I will tag the post as such/correct any misinformation! I am a literature student- I like to analyze things. Sometimes I get carried away~

I SAW THE PREVIEW IMAGE FOR THIS EP ON CRUNCHYROLL AND IMMEDIATELY THOUGHT ‘HERE WE GO I REMEMBER THIS EPISODE IT’S GONNA BE A TRASH PARADE AND WTF CITY LET’S GO’

Okay- I always wondered about the pretty boy contest… like why? What purpose does it serve? Why are there posters put up in a fucking BATHHOUSE advertising the local boys’ high school’s PRETTY BOY CONTEST. .3 seconds into the episode and it’s ridiculous. 

What do you mean ‘weight with the ladies’ c’mon man I have a hard time believing you care ANYTHING about ‘the ladies’ -eyebrow waggle-

He’s doing pirouettes in a towel… okay seriously bro I danced ballet for like 10 years and I never pirouetted in a towel OKAY THAT’S PROBABLY A LIE BUT YOU CAN’T PROVE IT OTHERWISE

"EWWWW TEACHER DICK”

Aww Yumoto. So innocent. So naive. So willing to point out he just saw his teacher’s penis-

...well that’s an odd question. Yumoto why would you ask-

Oh, shew, it’s because you’re not ashamed of bodies! How sweet and innocent and refreshi-

WAIT BACK UP NEVERMIND YUMOTO WTF THAT’S CALLED VOUYERISM

Those are the faces of some senpais that just came to the realization that their kouhai has probably been checking them out.

Well he got dressed fast.

How do you hire someone by accident?

Took the words right out of my mouth, Atsushi.

This is disturbing on several levels. Pedo Principal? -shudders-

FEET SHOULD NOT BEND THAT WAY

GUYS. GUYS. GUYS. AKOYA AS A BALLET DANCER OMG. IMAGINE. HAS THIS BEEN DRAWN? THIS NEEDS TO BE FANART SOMEWHERE. HE’D BE SO PRETTY JUST IMAGINE HIM IN TIGHTS BEING THE PRINCIPAL MALE LEAD IN SWAN LAKE OR FUCK EVEN IN A FUCKING TUTU BECAUSE HE’D BE GORGEOUS IN EITHER ROLE I CAN’T EVEN AWKEJFLASJFASLDJFOSIJFOAJ -Cupkayke Explodes-

Arima speaks truth

Io why do you have an exact copy of the calculator I use at work that’s terrifying.

RYUU YOU ARE LYING YOU GO TO AN ALL BOYS SCHOOL THAT IS APPROXIMATELY 0% WOMEN TRY AGAIN

Io looks so disappointed he can’t talk numbers with Ryuu

THEIR CHEESY CATCHPHRASE AGAIN

Side note I feel like the quirkiness of the school got toned down in later eps but perhaps that’s my faulty memory. Which is why I’m rewatching it lol.

Pretty and savage AF

PINK RIVALRY! I mean seriously, “you can’t seem to take your eyes off of me?” Maybe not even a rivalry but something else ohohohohohoh I’m alone on this ship

Okay this creepy teacher apparently calls all the boys ‘sweet honey’ which is disturbing on its own level but that got cranked up to 11 on the creep scale when he referred to YUMOTO as sweet honey. 

Yumoto is a precious cinnamon roll you freak

Paper airplane contest lololol why do I feel like this happened at my school back in the day?

Wombat sounds like a jealous lover lolol

OH BOY! PUNS!

RYUU AND AKOYA TIED FOR THIRD???

HOW DOES AKOYA NOT WIN IN THE LINEUP OF THE SC???

LIKE SERIOUSLY KINSHIROU????

AKOYA IS TEN TIMES PRETTIER!

This school must have a thing for ice princes I s2g

En's boredom is dangerous. I mean... the face says it all.

Ryuu is all “this is NOT up my alley”

A bit slow on the uptake, Yumoto.

Io that’s so sweet... I guess? Well Ryuu seems to think it is- look at his face!

...nevermind. His expression is all “Thanks... I guess...”

Either Yumoto was hoping his senpais would teach him how to be popular with the ladies, or he’s just confused as to what in the hell it is that older boys want. This entire scene is just a clusterfuck of innuendo BUT I’M GONNA OVER ANALYZE IT ANYWAY.

The surface meaning of En and Atsushi’s statements here- or what the audience is supposed to get- is that being popular with girls will only get you so far. It may get you ‘love’ but having a girlfriend means jack squat if you don’t have guy friends (most likely to brag to). 

It also could be taken that En at least would rather appreciate women than exert his energy into making them lust after him, which is rather sweet if you think about it.

Atsushi’s point also draws attention to the fact that stereotypical displays of machismo are much more well-received by other men than women- ie outward displays of strength, aggression, bragging about sexual encounters... er- yeah. No need to go on, there.

So. In order to be a well-rounded man, a man needs to be popular/be admired by other men! So you aren’t a lonely loser the rest of your days.

Buuut... because I’m me... LET’S LOOK AT THE SUBTEXT IN RELATIONSHIP TO THEIR SPECULATED SEXUALITIES 8D

En basically says straight up it’s more beneficial to be admired by men. Putting aside the above statements about admiring women... En’s likely gay. Fosho.

And the top screencap of Yumoto, instead of just clarifying his senpai’s intentions, that could mean that he’s more interested in girls. HOWEVER-

With a c: face, Yumoto admits his heart flutters watching rugged young men!

Bi Yumoto anyone? (He also unironically uses the word ‘flicks’ but that’s either a translator thing or another example of a mysterious dialect but ON TOPIC-)

At least within the context of this scene, Yumoto implies he’d be interested in being popular with girls and he is attracted to at very least a certain type of man. Buuut the rest of this episode (which I will get to later) potentially directly contradicts this implication as to Yumoto’s romantic and/or otherwise attraction.

It’s too bad that we don’t get Ryuu or Atsushi’s opinions on the matter- although Ryuu makes his attractions pretty clear just from his character (and then the subtext with Io). Atsushi is a bit of a mystery, for now. 

As for Io, we get this  exchange-

Le sigh. Io is moneysexual. Anyway...

Wombat so salty- I guess helping Ryuu win a contest is more entertaining than being superheroes.

Me about halfway through this post

En's expressions in this scene are great.

Tho does anyone else now headcanon En as really into athletics when he isn’t being lazy?

Like him really liking competition just fits so well but without a goal he’s just like ‘why bother’

Atsushi sounds so awkward calling him Yufuin

“I can’t just announce him as Enchan that’s weird but I don’t think I’ve ever said his last name ughhhhhhhhh”

Io is NOT playing by the unspoken one urinal in between rule

ALSO I JUST NOTICED YOU CAN SEE THE GUY ON THE LEFT ACTUALLY PEEING WTF

Water go swoosh swoosh

Also their bathrooms are fancy AF

GDI why does Io make the best seduction face

Even tho it’s more predatory here still...

THEY WERE REALLY HEAVY HANDED WITH THE INNUENDO IN S1

The triplets WHY ARE THEIR EYES SO WEIRD

WHAT IS IT WITH THIS SHOW AND SIDE CHARACTERS WITH WEIRD EYES

Ryuu so destructive lol

I TAKE BACK WHAT I SAID ABOUT EN BEING ATHLETIC RYUU DOES FUCKING KARATE

Sparkles

Ibushi is still savage AF

I had to giggle and cap his character card because the image of Atsushi doing gigantic jigsaw puzzles was adorable

YOU’RE A TEACHER WHY DO YOU WANT TO BE A PRETTY BOY?

LIKE SERIOUSLY WHY DO YOU WANT TO BE VALIDATED BY HIGH SCHOOL STUDENTS

Did he get scorned and that’s why his self esteem is in the toilet???

1579th pretty boy contest??? Damn Pedo Principal is thirsty AF I am still shuddering at the implications

Tho seriously that’s -does math- ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY ONE YEARS OF PRETTY BOY CONTESTS WHAT THE FUCK

And that isn’t taking into account there would probably be a month or two where school isn’t in session on the 27th to have the pretty boy contest. Like December wouldn’t they be on break? And don’t they have a summer holiday at some point?

IT ISN’T JUST ONE PEDO PRINCIPAL IT’S A DYNASTY

EWWWWWWWWW.

YUMOTO AND RYUU BROTHER RELATIONSHIP I FRIENDSHIP IT LOOK RYUU IS BLUSHING

Yumoto knows he’s a lil shit

What the fuck kind of sound effect is swan swan???

I’m suddenly reminded of Kronk doing his own theme music-

Ryuu so salty he wanted to know the winner

Yumoto that writhing mob of students is pretty gross I agree

SO ZUNDAR WANTS THE ENTIRE WORLD TO BE GAY

THAT’S HIS EVIL PLAN TURN EVERYONE GAY

HE SOUNDS LIKE A SHITTY GROSS POLITICIAN

With that shot angle I was just waiting for him to lay a fucking egg but thankfully that didn’t happen

The subtitle is inaccurate- he actually said ‘GIMME HUG’ which is slightly more unsettling.

EN YOU WANT TO MARRY IT WTF

Yumoto still just like c: “I have no idea what’s going on”

I NOW PRESENT TO YOU THE BEST BOUEIBU SCREENCAPS IN THE HISTORY OF SCREENCAPS 

ATSUSHI SO GRACEFUL

SO ROMANTIC

EN IS JEALOUS

THEY’RE ALL RIDICULOUS

Speaks for itself

And here is where Yumoto contradicts his earlier implications. Okay. 1) Writers make up your minds, although 2) ...shades of gray here.

Perhaps Kurotori’s feather spell represents sexual love (Eros for all you YOI fans~) and Yumoto is either a) too young/innocent to understand or b) somewhere on the ace spectrum. The others were affected because they are either simply older than Yumoto/past puberty or allosexual to the point where the spell could manipulate their feelings despite their existing attractions whatever those may be.

Yumoto’s earlier comments, then, could be taken to mean simply romantic attraction, even though his wording of his “heart fluttering” thanks to Yakuza men is a bit misleading in that respect. (Disclaimer: I am not on the ace spectrum so perhaps I am misrepresenting/misinterpreting here- please correct me if I have made a mistake in my understanding of asexuality- I definitely do not want to offend anyone! Just analyzing~) 

Though to play the other side, En’s comment about marriage, even though he’s under the influence of a spell, also indicates that the spell has romantic components as well as potentially sexual ones. If the spell plays to BOTH- wouldn’t Yumoto be affected as well, based on his earlier assertions?

OR PERHAPS- if it is both, Yumoto is ALSO potentially aromantic and his comments were purely of an aesthetic nature or self projection (that is, he wants to be a dashing Yakuza heartthrob, not necessarily date one). Or he was simply trying to relate to his senpais and was bluffing the entire time.

Damn, this episode can seem REALLY deep if you squint hard enough. Headcanons, abound!

Moving on- WHEN IN DOUBT, HUG THE ENEMY!

Now I’m starting to see some cleverness on the part of the writers- hear me out below- but first- MORE CUDDLES

With this, Yumoto can be read several different ways. 

On the surface and probably most importantly, regardless of what Yumoto’s personal attraction/orientation is (if he’s even figured it out at this point), he knows love at its purest form. He loves his brother. He loves his senpais (even though at this point they barely know each other- Yumoto probably latches on quickly). But more importantly, he is so in tune with his own feelings he realizes that self love is at the core of any type of love. That if you aren’t secure in yourself, if you don’t care about yourself on some level, how can anyone else care about you either?

This is another reason why I love Yumoto even though he can get a bit heavy-handed at times and seem like a one-note character; HE ISN’T.

Yumoto is incredibly introspective and even though his senapis make comments about how he just kind of shoves everything together to fit the situation he really does understand the monster-ified characters’ insecurities.

(Which can lead to some sad headcanons about how Yumoto has probably felt all of these things at one point or another... oh no...)

But back to my over-analysis of Yumoto’s orientation- with this... it’s really up to interpretation.

He can be read as a young character who hasn’t figured things out yet, he can be read as interested in romantic relationships of any variety but not necessarily anything else, he can be read as only interested in platonic relationships- anything. And while the inconsistency in his portrayal can be a bit maddening- it’s GREAT headcanon opportunity.

Thus, unless s3 gives Yumoto a canon interest- he’s whatever you think he is. Which is AWESOME! DO YOU SEE WHY I LOVE THIS SMOL CINNAMON ROLL?

Aaaand some closing, not very deep thoughts to wrap up-

SO BLUSHY. MUCH ANGELIC. WOW.

En you’re always tired

Kinchan... why do you want people to grovel at your feet...?

That’s certainly a random question, En- but for shits and giggles; these are their responses if I’m hearing their voices right:

Atsushi - My neck, I guess?

Yumoto - My arms

Ryuu - Armpits

Io - The nape of the neck.

My brain hurts so I have NO idea what these could mean but I highly doubt they’re throwaway lines- SO YOU GUYS TELL ME. Over-analyze what parts they wash first LOL

OKAY WOW THAT WAS LONG AS FUCK AND I GOT TOO DEEP. Again, let me know if I fucked anything up or need to add tags~ And let me know what you think/what your headcanons are/if there’s something from another canon source that could add to this!

I’ll try to get ep 4 up today as well since it took me forever to get back to this but this shit takes longer than I thought. I watch the ep first and take notes, then go back and re-watch and screencap and take more notes, then copy/pasta everything into tumblr and add more thoughts and make it readable. Shew.