it’s a great time to be a brain enjoyer am i right
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Ride 744: The last 800m!!
Pag 1
1: “Retirement..... race”....!!
2: That's right..... for those who are already third years this Inter High.... the club activities....
3: This race at this training camp....
4: So, Danchiku, I won't give up....
5: I'll beat you and become the sixth member!!
Pag 2
1: The sixth member!!
Pag 3
1: Sugimoto-san!!
3: There's 800m left!! He jumped forward in a downhill curve plunged into darkness!!
4: Even though we have the lights on
5: I can barely see anything!!
Isn't this guy scared!?
Pag 4
1: Is this resolution his strength!?
Pag 5
2: Sugimoto-san is attacking on the inside of the right side, with so little space!!
3: Ah
5: Kuaaaaa
6: ….. no
Pag 6
1: Even more on the inside, he's taking the curve running on the curb!!
2: If he slides even 1cm, he'll hit the grass, and if he falls this race is over.... and yet
Pag 7
1: There's 1km left until the finish line, and he's willing to attack so dangerously in such an important moment!!
2: Right now there's a 3m.... no, a 5m distance!!
Pag 8
1: He counterattacked and now he's heading straight for the final curve like that!!
Pag 9
1: Sis this what they mean
2: when they say “bloodcurdling”!?
3: Kuaaaaa
Pag 10
1: He's running and moving forward on the curb again!!
Pag 11
1: Kuaaaa
3: His rear-wheel slipped!!
Pag 12
1: But he's still pushing forward!!
Kuaaaaaaa
Pag 13
1: This guy... he's the real deal!!
2: He opened a 1m gap again!!
3: Incredible..... Sugimoto-san
4: You've gotten so strong you're making me shake!!
5: I'm racing against such a strong opponent?
Really.....
Pag 14
1: Really!?
3: Really!?
Pag 15
1: Alright, nice, I have no complaints about my opponent!!
2: 300m left!!
4: “I'll become the sixth member”?
I'm sorry but....
5: I'll become it!!
Bamboo....
Pag 16
1: Panda Shout X Hop Shot!!
I have no intention of giving up either!!
Pag 17
2: I see it!! Their lights
3: One of the lights went out for a moment so I thought they had fallen, on!!
4: They're going to settle this
I can feel their tension!!
5: Yes!!
6: Who of them will be worthy of becoming a team member for the Inter High!?
Pag 18
1: 200m left!!
Sugimoto is in the lead!! Danchiku is chasing!!
3: Another ten seconds and it'll be settled!!
Pag 20
2: Issa
Can you see it, Issa?
3: I'm sorry for having been so hesitant
4: There's something I finally realised these days
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if orin was a man she would be so much more popular and given the most empathy
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Ahaha thank you for the nice comments in tags <3 i love Remus but he seems bit like a spineless people pleaser and after dating somebody who would rather lie about their feelings than have people be mildly upset with them..... I chose violence 🗡
no but ur so right because!!! i’ve been sleeping on this for a while but let’s talk about remus’ personality traits and how they have the potential to make him a bad/absent partner, at best, and an abusive one, at worst. everyone wants to turn him into this image of perfection just bc he’s such an ‘uwu victim’ figure in fanon but that’s SO far from the truth omg
(i am…just gonna put this remus character analysis under a cut bc it got unnecessarily long and i wouldn’t want u to read it if u didn’t want to lol)
so, for one, he’s manipulative. he has no combinations in twisting the truth or dodging it entirely for his own benefit. like, the man could stand in front of his dead best friend’s orphaned son & not even allude to the fact that he knew his dad. he had no problem bringing james & lily up in the most twisted ways possible to guilt/emotionally influence harry. so remus in a relationship would have the capacity to either knowingly or unknowingly manipulate his partner. the definition of gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss except more sinister.
next, his spinelessness. either as a defensive measure to deal w anti-werewolf hostility or as an innate personality trait, remus has the habit of just—not standing up for things. he looks away when his friends act like assholes, even when he’s in a position of authority (which yes, u can argue that he’s afraid of losing them but atp they’ve literally risked life & magic & azkaban for him so either way, he comes off badly—either he doesn’t mind himself, or he doesn’t fully trust their friendship, or it’s just easier to look away). in a relationship, this can manifest as bottling everything inside u until it makes u bitter or u violently unload on the other person in an entirely disproportionate manner. the dynamic would also be a bit skewed. the people pleasing u mentioned is also such a big thing that people usually overlook. when ur constantly trying to make the other person happy and don’t want to rock the boat, that is a cocktail for miscommunication and breakdown of relationships. ur also constantly putting the emotional burden of constructively dealing w issues on ur partner instead of doing it urself.
connected to his cowardice is his habit of running away when things get tough. remus is conflict avoidant; he does not like to put himself in a position where he has to take a decisive stance, especially if it’s against what others around him believe in. he runs away when things get tough, and tbh, for me, this comes from a constant spiral of self hatred & self victimisation, both of which stem from his experience as a werewolf. in every difficult situation, he centres himself & his discomfort and instead of dealing with it and moving forward for a constructive solution, he decides that stepping back from it altogether is better. which, yeah, works well for him bc he can temporarily put a pin in it but it’s kinda terrible for everyone’s who’s left behind. so i also think that remus is a profoundly selfish character who doesn’t look beyond the end of his own nose. u can imagine how those traits might manifest themselves in a relationship.
and his people pleasing!! so this might be verging on fanon but his gratitude and/or devotion to dumbledore sets an…interesting tone. it’s also another example of how he cannot conceive himself in any other term except as a victimised werewolf. the marauders did a lot for him, arguably even more than dumbledore’s token representation formula, but he never felt indebted to them the way he did for D. dumbledore also kind of makes him feel needed? validates his feelings? and that just speaks to a very twisted sense of self for me. which, again, won’t bode well for his other interpersonal relations.
also, on a very hc note, i also feel like remus just…does not have any significant capacity to love. he takes and takes and takes but doesn’t give much in return. this doesn’t even have to be an actively malicious decision, tbh, just a very self-centred one. he doesn’t realise how much he’s taking bc he’s only thinking about his own circumstances.
all of these are also just why i can’t see r/s working out in any healthy manner. remus is exactly antithetical to everything sirius is/believes in, and not even in the fun ‘opposites attract’ way. but that’s another rant no one asked for lmao
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sorry but ever since i saw the cutscene where zhongli saves xiao at the very last minute i cant stop thinking about how zhongven are both the proud parents that love love their kids but let them take their own paths in life & only intervene when theyre truly unable to save themselves
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i am just so earnestly curious. i read the books a long time ago, i am struggling to put myself in the shoes of someone who doesn't know what's coming. the latest promo that has the sinister projection of L: does this come across as menacing to people who are book-innocent? do those audience members have anxiety about him showing up in paris?
i know he was fucking excoriated by a lot of viewers for season 1 and ep 5 especially (no matter one's experience with the canon), and a lot of people now despise the character.
but does like. anyone actually have concern abt the guy showing up and making trouble? it seems to be the reaction they want people to have, I'm curious if it's working?
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❰❰ PIN ❱❱ sender pins receiver during a fight/training ( dino :) )
It’s been far too long since Byakuran has been in actual combat, and it wouldn’t do at all to get rusty. Thankfully, the Cavallone headquarters happens to be equipped with a sparring and training room. It’s spacious and furnished with all kinds of equipment and dummy weapons. Byakuran raises his arms up high in a good, long stretch and lets out a sigh. His muscles are still a bit stiff from the morning chill; nothing a little bit of a warm up won’t fix.
He eyes Dino who’s already making his way to the other end of the sparring mat, with Romario who’s sitting off to the side as spectator and referee, of course. Wouldn’t want the poor boss to trip over his own feet! Dino was probably the only one in the entire place who could keep up too. Not that his subordinates weren’t well trained; they were good practice when Byakuran was still recovering. Besides, Byakuran can tell that he’s clearly looking forward to this little match.
“I hope you’re not thinking of going easy on me,” he calls out. Dino had already put aside his whip because it would be “unfair”, or whatever. Byakuran had rolled his eyes at the notion, but hadn’t wanted to argue about it. So, it was good old hand-to-hand for now. Dino had discarded his jacket and was clad in a simple t-shirt. Byakuran eyes the tattoos on the other’s arm with… interest.
As soon as they’re ready, Romario blows the whistle that signals the start of their match. In a blur of motion, Dino closes the distance between them to land a strike. It’s fast, but Byakuran sees it coming, and with a sharp swing, grabs his arm and redirect it away from him. They exchange blows this like for a while, neither really gaining the upper hand on each other.
It’s obvious that Byakuran is on the defensive this time round, not taking the aggressive approach like he has in his previous spars with Dino’s men. To Dino, it’s their first time fighting each other like this. As for Byakuran, well, it’s not so simple. The information from his past forays into different worlds and his encounters there flood his mind and his body reacts accordingly all from muscle memory. He’s been here before, but it was far more dangerous, more bloody and high stakes. It’s… quite annoying, really. Byakuran frowns ever so slightly, and he doesn’t even bother to retaliate the next attack that comes in.
He feels his feet leave the ground and his back hit the mat with a solid thump. The air is pushed out of his lungs and his eyes widen as he looks up to see Dino straddling him, pinning his arms down on either side to keep him in place. Everything seems to come to a stop as their eyes meet; there is only the sound of their breaths, loud, heavy and quick. The weight of Dino on top of him is, unexpectedly, far from suffocating and for some inexplicable reason, Byakuran doesn’t even try to throw him off.
What seems like an eternity passes before Romario blows the whistle again, and Byakuran snaps back to the present moment. Dino stands up and offers him a smile and a hand for him to pull himself up with, which he accepts.
“Oops. You got me.” Even as he says it, the words feel sour on his tongue, but he plasters on a sheepish grin anyway. “As expected of the Bronco. Poor old me never stood a chance~” It’s safe to say now that he’s anything but rusty. He remembers everything. As he looks at Dino, he feels his heart twist. He remembers everything. But he also remembers Dino’s weight on top of him from mere moments ago, warm and solid and very, very real. Maybe this time, just maybe, he could be okay.
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Disclaimer: I personally have not finished TBC beyond the first book. I did finish AVOS and its back half is considered poor quality for a reason. If you aren't having fun now I can tell you right now you wouldnt enjoy the rest. At most I think (iirc) the last book is important bc it establishes Juniperclaw attacking SkyClan, and Shadowsight getting a vision to swim in the flooded lake to 'unite' the clans- both of which are relevant to TBC in some way. But even then you could probably skim to the rrlevant parts, IDK.
i'll be real when i made that post last night it was kind of out of sarcasm and pettiness, like i do think im still gonna read those last three books and skim the boring parts at the very least, but that's on me cause now when i look at the post it does come across as very whiny and serious so that's on me lmao. (and i was kinda whiny at the moment cause i always forget about how mean spirited these books are.)
buuuuut hearing what people are saying, it does make me feel a bit better for skimming the back half of avos cause i think thats what i'm gonna have to do for sanity's sake if i want to catch up. i do want to give quotes and takes that are really backed up by the books and not secondhand info so i will try to keep to it but i think if i'm gonna read about thunderclan being shitty to twigpaw then im gonna start skimming cause like, we all know they were shitty to twigpaw now, it was uncomfortable when she was a kid and its uncomfortable still now that she's an adult. you don't need to see that backed up once again.
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when ww said "this is not my life, I'm no survivor, i only happened to survive"
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@yeonban asked: ‘guess what I’m thinking about.’ toma utters, partly present yet partly far, far away. there's a long pause, enough for shin to either reply or scoff, before a tender smile finds its way on toma's visage & he extends a hand to take hold of one of shin's own, expression thankful and adoring. ‘there is no one like you.’
unprompted asks ( always accepting! )
out of all those he’s ever had the opportunity to meet, it’s toma that knows shin the best, who could place him on a map and label every good or bad memory that comes with his existence, name the sheltered paths that lead to his stubborn heart, hope ------ ( this is the lake i comforted you by when your knees were bruised and a waterfall fell across your cheeks, this is the café you screamed at me you still cared against the degree of separation you had tried to grow into, this is the street we held hands below the glowering city lights despite the way you swore you hated that and the quiet blush across our faces, the firmness of your palm ) ------ and maybe he prefers, frequents, the routes that leave him inflamed over calm. perhaps he finds it best to prod and tease and elongate the reactions he’ll no doubt refuse to show anyone else, but he still has enough of the route to recognise what counts as a wrong turn and which will find himself closer to a fluttering pulse than even what shin could have begun to imagine. a thought that, if he’s being realistic with himself, makes him all the more intrigued, that the reality is this man has walked through all of his defences and still found himself staring at the one underneath as though his face reminds him of the sun. intrigued and selfishly pleased and something that still has his pulse flutter beneath his skin as he turns his head to match such a soft gaze, standing to the right of shin whose previous focus was solely on the cake before him, slim brows furrowed deep and knuckles tense from todays repetitive use. it was just his luck to end up on closing shift, before a day like saturday anyway.
but that’s where his bad luck ends, or at least the one’s that manage to dictate his work, everything else a dull worry for another day pressed under this prominent warmth that no doubt belongs to his company than his own thoughts. he doesn’t want to dampen such a mood, not here, not now, not to toma of all people and so he drops the tube from his hands, raises a brow in question ( you’re here awfully late ) and in response? something close, distant, a sudden prompt only someone who’s planning something new would even consider to bring.
‘guess what I’m thinking about.’
❛ that waka-san puts too much pressure on the look of each cake when everyone seems to pick their servers preferences ... ? ❜ a prompt, question, consideration in turn. he’s uncertain if the fondness from toma’s smile that follows is from such a blunt statement or whatever may be occupying the majority of his mind and he’s tempted to disrupt the silence, find himself speaking up once again. but his next action renders him breathless and truthfully what he offers is what shin yearns for more ----- his touch, the solidity of that palm against his own. so he turns round instead, meets him halfway, entwines his palm against the others own. it’s far warmer than his own ever could be and the fact is enough to make him want to him in even closer, to wrap them up in their own personal bubble for the time being, despite however busy he might still consider himself to be ----- so that’s what he hints, slowly tugging him forward with a spare arm held outwards, expression as welcoming as it is firm until they stand chest to chest with scarlets staring right back up at the adoration that begin to creep up in such genial golds. he’s thankful. toma’s thankful. they’re both thankful for the silence that envelopes them ever so gently before the taller males thoughts burst out like a balloon to pop it all. there is no one like you, toma states and the scoff that shin gives is mainly instinctual.
the heat that rises to his cheeks not so much.
❛ h-hey ... idiot. ❜ but it’s clear he doesn’t mean it, the usual bite to his tone mellowed out once directed solely to the man by his side than the boss who managed to rope him into unfortunately staying late. he’s the one who finds himself pondering now, adoring. all the days frustrations pushed out by one sentimental, honest talk and in it’s wake does he manage to feel rather romantic. it’s insane, really, how simple it’s been for this man, this enthralling, enigma of a man to go and leave him so soft hearted with one straightforward comment but if it had to be anyone, then shin would rather it’d be him. ❛ next time you wanna say stuff like that, go and check the mirror first, ❜ a little bolder, perhaps. / it’s his kind of goal, to let toma know how returned his feelings are. ❛ because the only 'one of a kind' guy around here i see is the one standing right in front of me. ❜
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O o o f should not have showed the folks everything everywhere all at once
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I have a lot of feelings about Tian Zhixie okay
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yes i'm rereading one of the best will-centric fics of all time aka i didn't know there were wizards in california for the fiftieth time and crying like a baby at this part no i am not capable of being normal about it thank u !!!!!!!
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@heartsealed asked: "Dad dad!!!" Rui's voice breaks the quiet morning as she throws open the door to his bedroom, climbing atop the bed and shaking him excitedly. "Daaaaad wake up!! It's Christmas!!! Santa came!!"
She doesn't wait for Keiji to climb out of bed before she runs out, footsteps echoing down the hall & heading downstairs. Waiting for him to follow after her she picks up a present purchased for him, hiding it behind her back. It hadn't escaped her that this is the FIRST Christmas they're spending as a family, and she wanted to make it special.
Not being old enough to buy him something adults always enjoy (Seriously why wouldn't any cashier believe the alcohol or cigars she wanted to buy was for her dad?!) She saved up her allowance for the occasion & was able to buy something meaningful; a new coffee mug proudly branding the phrase "Worlds Best Dad." Accompanying the mug is a handmade Christmas card, a gift card to a coffee shop he enjoyed and a picture of them together, all wrapped up lovingly inside a pretty box.
"Here." Rui says in a shy tone. "Um, Merry Christmas Dad!"
christmas unprompted asks! ( accepting until the new year! )
it’s odd, perhaps, to think that even just a year ago he would never have celebrated this holiday in any capacity, despite the scattering of both homemade and store brought decorations across their floors, the large tree that had taken him mere minutes to haul from the back of his attic, the abundance of brightly wrapped presents nestled at it’s base he had spent wrapping until the early sunrise. this year, he’s tried his best to make it a celebration; full of presents, food and cake. the product of hours upon hours of badgering old co-workers and those he knew had children on just how a parent could manage to make today so much better and uses the generosity of kanna’s brother in order to tick off the last few items on his list, distracting both children at the right times, even when their suspicions begin to sink in —— not that he knows he couldn’t handle them, really. the reward much grander than the challenge.
there’s someone in the house who sees the beauty of it now, considers it a festivity over a passing phase to a point he finds himself investing in it, too. the holidays mattering too little to him, even as a teen of his own; finding it much more comfortable, for once, to pick up the shifts that none of the other officers fancied taking, a amplifier of the well known fact he would be taking his time to spend that day alone once again, any semblance of family far too gone to join such a special day / any semblance of family far too gone to do anything to stop his home from feeling cold. it was, as much as he would hide it from rui, another night for drinking until the shadows escaped his mind day after night but now ... now it isn’t. now it exists as an affinity to create some of his best memories possible no matter what the consequences may bring, the fact emphasised by the shaking hands that jolt him awake far too early in the morning, the excited voice that almost yells against his ears, the wide smile that is there but runs off the moment any sign of alertness crosses his features. he is aware rui has a surprise for him of her own, she tends to like to; he is also aware that she never has to, that her joy, eagerness, is a gift for him enough, already honoured with the ability to wake up and know that somebody would only find such a day so special so long as he remained part of it, the first one to count as a predecessor for many more.
❛ ... did he leave any instructions to not open them ‘til ten? ❜ he calls after her, though its purely in jest as he finds himself strolling downstairs not even five minutes later so that he may meet rui by her gifts, smile teetering on the edge of fond as he watches the way she fiddles with something behind her back. he should, admittedly, arm himself with a cup of coffee before they begin such events to keep himself more alert but ... he doesn’t want to waste the authenticity of this, even if he’s certain she’d be happy to wait; it’d be a shame, to see such brightness before his eyes even waver against his words but he supposes an afternoon nap wouldn’t be too bad and settles for such a suggestion instead. he opens his palms then, a pleasant surprise slapping upon his features as a neatly wrapped box is placed between them, fingers trailing across the fabric and ribbon in the form of bows and snowflakes, unfamiliar shapes. he doesn’t recognise the paper, or the bow. it’s a reminder of just how far she has thought of this, thought of him.
❛ eh...? never thought a guy like me end up on the good list. ❜ he knows its better to start off these things sounding thankful, that he is thankful, even. but his tone of voice comes out a little shocked, gasping, the interlude of a man who wants to take his time with the first personalised gift he’s received after all these years. ❛ well, i know i gotta put it down to a bright spark like you ... thanks, rui. ❜ a second of pause, two; he catches himself in a momentary thought, still focused on the joy across her own features before his own actions but soon does he find himself reacting in turn. it’s only natural for one to open their present before another, and so he does ( far too gently than what paper needs to be, but he, for once, can’t help himself ), fingers pulling at the box to reveal the mug, gift card and picture. he’s been looking for these sorts of things for quite some time; he considers himself lucky.
❛ ... you manage to catch me off guard every time. ❜ he admits, quietly. something misty catches the end of his eyes, and he looks back down at her. ❛ i’ll be making space for this on my desk when i get back into it, but for now ... are you willing to give your ‘world’s best dad’ a hug? ❜ he drops himself then, placing the gifts in a safe place by his side as he reaches his arms to pull her in close for just a moment; the joy is now shared, faces equally happy, and this —— this is the first christmas of many for them to enjoy. ❛ merry christmas to you too, kid. wanna go see what i managed to wrangle out of that old man for you? ❜
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btw. if ur writing a scene where will is hurting and u don’t have jonathan hovering, screaming, crying, throwing up, and refusing to leave will’s side then tbh . to be hones t . are u really writing this scene as it should be .
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