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[sakatakutoji]

MonaRaji #1.1

I tried translating the first episode of monaRaji (monaラジ)! Enjoy, and feel free to tell me if there are any mistakes! This is only around half of it, there’s more to go!

Disclaimer: My Japanese is not very good, and some (lol more like many) parts did require Deepl. I am doing this because I want to contribute to the English speaking fandom as well as using it as practice for my Japanese. I may have also missed or omitted some parts as I was unable to properly hear what she was saying.

Original video can be found here.

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[toocool2btrue]

Distance ½

This story is specially dedicated to @4evertiredpigeon. A very late birthday present. thank you for waiting so much, also special thanks to @artemisarya for making that much needed drawing for inspiration.

So I’ll make sure to keep my distance. Say “I love you” when you are not listening.

Lance stared at his reflection in the bathroom mirror, his skin had considerably darkened over his few years worth of farming experience, his features had matured over the following time period as well and that famous look of the teenage boy which once graced the heroic posters and countless magazines had long disappeared.

Instead there stood a man in his twenties, a man who had lost himself to his past while the rest of his comrades had decided to move forward. He lightly touched one of the bright blue Altean marks which scarred either side of his cheeks, there was a time when he considered them the greatest honor the universe could ever bestow on him.

After all he was the reminder of the universe’s savior, people would look at him and be reminded of Princess Allura and the epic sacrifices she had made for them. Eventually that was all he was worth and known for Allura’s shadow and nothing more unless being an Human Altean hybrid counted as something.

His glare narrowed from his tired face to the blue marks. He immediately looks away from his own reflection, he couldn’t even recognize himself anymore. It felt like looking at a completely different person and now he understands why his friends hesitated to meet his eyes.

His heart races at the prospect of finally moving forward, it felt terrifying yet exciting. Nervousness override him at the thought of working back in the Garrison, In his early years of self isolation the Garrison had offered him the post of pilot many times but despite the constant encouragement by his friends and family he refused to accept it.

Eventually everyone gave up on him, some people even choose to leave and he couldn’t blame them. Lance had no one but himself to blame for this current state…

A sharp knock on the bathroom door broke his train of thoughts. “Lance come down when you are done. Breakfast is ready” called out the familiar yet stiff voice.

He froze hearing her voice which was pretty stupid considering that he was living in her house. Accepting the Holt’s generous offer had not been a easy task for Lance. After all the person who connected him to this family, had long dissolved what remained of their frayed relationship. Ironically, that person was the same reason he had decided to accept the offer because if Lance was ready to turn his life around, mending his friendship with that specific person was a part of it.

“Uh..coming!” he yelled back, splashing his face with cold water and quickly grabbing his toothbrush.

It would be the utmost lie to say that he wasn’t disappointed, when he finally reached the kitchen to see the owner of the voice not present. Instead Colleen Holt gave him a sympathetic smile and gestured to the plate of pancakes on the table.

“Katie told me you have a big appetite. Feel free to ask for more” she kindly offered and Lance in turn only mumbled a shy thank you before taking the seat opposite to Colleen.

He quietly chewed on his pancake, which were delicious by the way trying to douse his unhappiness with breakfast. He could feel Colleen’s eyes on him and it took another moment before she finally spoke again.

“I am sorry that you haven’t got the chance to meet Katie yet. She’s just been very busy with work” she apologized. Lance gave her a small smile in return.

“It’s alright. I understand” he mumbled, truth was that he did understand. He couldn’t count the times his mother made similar excuses for him to sometimes turn down his friends. Lance inhaled softly, it was all his self created mess and he prayed that he gets a chance to fix it.

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[homuras]

Kimetsu no Yaiba »» Eyecatchers Part 2 (Episode 14-26)

[aniconstoday]

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➵ Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no yaiba

⊱ Lockscreen Kimetsu no yaiba.

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[loveskhunnie]

I did lockscreens from the kimetsu no aima illustrations, feel free to use them

[4evertiredpigeon]

A tragedy for two (plance)

And that was a tragedy for two.

Because ironically she was the one who loved him loudly. Bright eyes and rosy cheeks gave her away the minute he walked in.

He was enhancement... of everything. The colours seemed stronger, the air tasted sweeter just by standing next to him.

For a mind that always worked his heart was the safe house that dragged her out of the clouds. He lurred her in and she didn't protest, her chest ached for more, more and more she didn't exactly know what more, but just more.

And what was the tragedy you ask, well unfortunately, hearts don't respond the same way nor time.

Because at first he... he didn't notice. Such a maundane thing i know how stupid how could he not notice that the light of a thousand stars shone back from her eyes when they talked?!

There's an old saying on Earth, our eyes will see what we want to see.

And that's exactly what happened, because at that time he didn't need a lover first, no, and now you would say, but that's selfish, oh darling no, because he had to fight two battles too, he had his own demons ready to catch him, to consume him.

Oh, you say, but that can't be true, he was always so happy so fun with such a big smile and with an even bigger heart he was like... he was like the Sun!

Oh yes you see that right, he was like the Sun. It's a beautiful faith, to be everyone's source of happiness, to pour life into dullness, light into darkness... it's beautiful and lonely.

Have you ever tried to look into the Sun? Yeah, you can't, because it's light is blinding and that light is our promise that everything is okay.

But is everything okay?

Have you ever though about how many smiles he had to fake just to keep everything together for the sake of everyone? Imagine that in the middle of the day the Sun doesn't shine anymore. That's why he is one of the strongest of them all... but even the strong, the brave they depend on someone, and even the Sun sets too.

And his light was running low. He missed his family, Earth, the beach... home, he missed home.

So he tried to hold onto anything familiar, anything that just a little bit reminded him of the not so old times, anything friendly and welcoming. And surprisingly he found her. It was unexplainable but being around her was just plainly natural. So he bathed in her wamth until he was drowning and he didn't even notice.

And only when his lungs filled up fully he realised that he had sunk way too deep to be saved. So that made him panic. And instead of declaring emotions loudly as he used to do, his affection for her lied in subtleties, stolen glances and unsore touches.

But the more time passed the more anxious he felt and the more distante he become. His chest was aching for more and more too but he was so unsure, because by that time her feelings were not loud anymore. I don't say she sobered up, no, she just gave up, due to unresponse.

That's how you make a tragedy for two, one loved too late while the other fell too soon.

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Short thoughts on the tragedy of plance, as in an au where they didn't make it.

[rainforestgeek]

Plance drabble based on this post

He probably wasn’t supposed to take it seriously. It was friendly banter, right? It’s a common phrase and Pidge has a sharp wit, so surely, she wasn’t serious.

Right?

No infiltration job works without a hacker. Once Pidge got inside a ship’s computer and all its cameras and defense systems, she was almost unbeatable. The trick was getting her to the computer in the first place. Maybe it was overkill for all four of them to guard her back while she worked, but the more immediate backup the less she could worry about getting attacked and just focus.

“Aaaand…we’re in!”

“Holy crow, Pidge, I could kiss you!”

“What’s stopping you?” Pidge smirked without looking at him and continued hacking the galra computer.

It was bugging him so much that he went to Pidge’s room and knocked. She opened the door, wearing pajamas, and a little trash floof napped in her hair. Honestly he’d had no idea what he was going to say until the moment he saw her, and then the words just slipped out of Lance’s mouth.

“Fear.”

“What about it?”

“Being oblivious.”

“Huh?”

“I never asked you.”

“Never asked me what? Lance, what the quiznack are you blabbering about?”

“Those are the things stopping me. During the mission today I said I could kiss you, and you asked what was stopping me. Well, those are my answers.”

Pidge blinked owlishly at him. She didn’t say anything, just stared at him with a tired but otherwise unreadable expression on her face. Panic welled up inside Lance. This was a stupid idea, obviously she’d been joking, way to go, Lance, you just made a perfectly good friendship super awkward.

“God this is embarrassing, I’m sorry for waking you, I just thought that – like earlier, you – let’s just pretend this whole thing was a dream and go back to bed, see you in the morning!” Lance turned on his heel and sped-walked away, almost colliding with the opposite wall.

“Lance.”

He turned back to her. She must’ve followed him into the hallway because she was like right there. “Yeah?”

Pidge reached up, standing on her tip toes, pulled his neck down, and planted a quick kiss on his lips. She let him straighten up but kept her hands on his shoulders for a few seconds. She was blushing.

“Why?” he croaked.

“Because nothing was stopping me. Good night, Lance.”

[x0401x]

In Memory of the Victims

The names of those who passed away in KyoAni’s arson attack are finally being revealed, so a dedication for them and their contributions to the animation world seems in order right now. In respect to the deceased, I’ve refrained from posting pictures of their faces and opted for using their works as a form of recognition instead.

Director Takemoto Yasuhiro

Color designer Ishida Naomi

In-between animator Uda Junichi

Key animator Kigami Yoshiji

Finish animator Tsuda Sachie

Key animator Kuriki Ami

Production manager Yokota Keisuke

Art director Watanabe Mikiko

Character designer Nishiya Futoshi

And newly hired staff members Oomura Yuuki and Kasama Yuka

May all of them rest in peace, and let us never forget their names.

[aroace-m00nman-deactivated20200]

Space flag designs

Here are some space flag designs I made. They are, in order from top to bottom: Asexual, aromantic, and non-binary. I happen to be an enby aroace myself, so I figured I’d make these for people like me.

Feel free to use any of the three space flags. You don’t need my permission, although if you want to credit me for them, that’s perfectly fine, and I appreciate it if you do!

Enjoy!

[niknak79]

[odysseusyes]

even with those four numbers there are countless possible combinations good luck with figuring out which one is the right one you punk

[eatsleepcrap]

*straightens calculator*

It’s pretty likely that it’s a four digit number, and as there are four digits chosen there, that means that there cannot be any repetition. This mean that there are:

n!/(n-4)! possible orders. As ‘n’ is 4 (number of digits available). 4!/0! which becomes 4x3x2x1/1 which simplifies to 24. That means that there are 24 possible combinations of codes. This would take you about two or three minutes to input all possible codes.

[crashingsunlight]

Unless an alarm goes off if you don’t get it right in 3 tries

[eatsleepcrap]

*straightens calculator again*

Kick the fucking door in

[the-brave-little-blogger]

well ‘technically’ the code is most likley 1970. statistically, a majority of people, when told to choose a 4 digit code will choose their birth year. and this key pad is obviously a few years old to put it nicely, thats most likley it. 

[everyonesfavoriteging-blog]

some sherlock holmes shit just went down over here

[the-neon-pineapple]

No, no, no. Don’t base your deductions of psychology. Let’s talk chemistry. When you first press a button, there’s more of the natural oils on your skin, and therefore it wears down the numbers on the keys faster. Obviously 0 is the first one, then. Try 0791 first.

Sherlock out.

[perks-of-being-chinese]

woah.

[panicrobot]

it got better

[twistedthicket1-deactivated2022]

and this is why the sherlock fandom could either rule the world or end it….

[ofthefantastic]

Close, but not quite, I think. People will almost always choose a number they can remember. What’s memorable about 0791? Try 0719 - a birthday, 19th of July. That is more likely.

[venatrix26]

Those deductions are great and all, but unnecessary.

The light is green.

The door is already open.

[party-gilmore]

And that’s why we have a John Watson.

[lotrlocked]

This is “top 10 favorite posts” level.

[moriartyfortheevening]

Omg, it’s actually on my dash! This post is like a fossil!

[yourdailysunshine-deactivated20]

I don’t want to be aro. Not really.

Not when I see a world that’s so full of love and beautiful connections.

Not when I see the people at the movies give up everything, sacrifice everything, to be with their loved ones. Their laughter. Their dignity. Their lives.

It just looks... good. Like it would be something I could enjoy.

Experience.

The weightlessness of a first kiss. The lazy mornings in bed together.The dinners and coffees and late night rides. I want it all. Except... I don’t.

Rather... I just wish I would.

It all sounds good in theory.

Meet somebody fall in love, get a house, have some kids.

Marry the princess. Save the kingdom.

Marry the prince. Save yourself.

It’s all good in theory.

Up until I realized all the kisses felt empty. There were no fireworks.

There wasn’t any warmth in their hugs. No matter how tight my grip was.

All my smiles felt forced.

I wanted to throw up with every compliment they threw my way.

I wanted to scream every time they whispered sweet nothings in my ear. But it wasn’t any they did. It’s not that kind of story.

It was all me.

I asked them for space and they gave it.

I asked them for time and they gave it.

But still... I ended up having to let them go.

What’s so wrong with me that I couldn’t return their feelings? As good friends as we were, I ended it as soon as they wanted more.

It didn’t make sense to me.

All my books were about romance.

I had memorized all the fairy tales at my disposal.

Watched all the Disney movies. All the romcoms.

All the shows that I watched had a main couple to root for. And a second couple for the comedic relief. Sometimes a third, sometimes a fourth, sometimes a fifth.

Never a sixth. That would be too many, I think.

But still! I was promised love!

And I’m in love with love!

I WANT TO WANT IT ALL.

And it’s so frustrating that I don’t.

I know I should be content.

Romantic love isn’t the only kind that exists. I know that.

I have my friends and I have my family.

But I’m so sick of their looks. So sick of their questions.

‘When can we meet him? Or is it a her?’

Or

‘You’ll find somebody, don’t worry.’

And I want to say back, I DONT WANT THAT. I want to scream it.

Can’t they see that I’m trying?

I try so, so hard.

So why should I be the only one without somebody?

I want to want it.

I wanted a wedding.

I wanted a ring.

I wanted a white cake with little yellow flowers.

I wanted a white dress, trimmed with lace.

I even have the Pinterest board, you see?

I wanted to want it. I’ve planned for it all my life.

But in all of my planning there was never a groom, or a bride, or a spouse.

Just a faceless blob, waiting for me at the end of the isle.

And it seems so hopeless.

I don’t want to be aro not really. But there’s nothing I can do about it.

So I try to arm myself with sassy remarks, and I-don’t-cares, and ‘Marriage is a social construct not necessary to be happy.’

I see other aros so comfortable in their identities. Ready to fight for their right to exist until their knuckles bleed.

I want to join them. To shout from the rooftops that I AM NOT ALONE. I DONT NEED ROMANTIC LOVE TO BE COMPLETE.

To wave their flag around with pride. Wrap it around my shoulders like a cape and feel the warmth I’m so desperately lacking.

But even for that I’m too scared.

Because there are still people all around that say that I’m faking these feelings. That its impossible to not feel the fireworks in a kiss.

It’s impossible to not fall for your best friend.

That I haven’t tried hard enough. I haven’t given it my all.

And for a second I believe them.

I don’t want to be aro not really.

But which feelings should I fake then?

The love that isn’t there?

Or the confidence in myself when I say that I’m not lonely?

I don’t want to be aro, not really.

Because it hurts.

Because it feels like I’m missing out on something wonderful.

I don’t want to be aro not really.

But I am.

And I hope I can make my peace with it soon.

Because it’s such a pretty flag, and it deserves to be flown with pride.

[mlm-kiri]

Aromantic Sakata Gintoki icons requested by Anon!

Free to use, just reblog and credit!

Requests are open!

[yinza]

Just wanted to make a separate post with all the new birds from this month, plus the aro + new lesbian flag ones since I don’t think I shared those before.

Bird production will be slowing down as we come out of Pride Month, but they will all come back in stock in my Etsy shop as I’m able to make them!

[genesis7478]

These are so cute!!

[natural-selections]

BREAKING NEWS!!!

[disgustinganimals]

FYI

[daree-to-dream]

Every girl has had the experience where a creepy guy asks for our number and we don’t want to give it to him, but we also don’t want to get gutted in a back alley. “Give him a fake number!” I hear you call, okay and then he says “okay let me call you real quick!” Because they are learning. “Give them your number and then block them!” Okay and then they can plug it into something like Spokeo, pay $10 and know everything about you. So what do you do?

First pick a fake name, I use Jessica, then download the Google Voice app, hook it up to your email, pick a number, and set up a fake greeting with your fake name. You can set it to ring your actual phone like a normal call or text but they don’t have real info on you.

Go forth and don’t get murdered, ladies!

[luckys-horseshoe-deactivated202]

Everyone reblog this post.

[genesis7478]

M

[pissedoffaroallo]

I just had a flashback to when I was a sophomore in high school. It was during a basketball game. I was cheering for the boy’s game, but it was halftime and since our squad wasn’t doing a performance I was allowed to go eat. I remember going alone to the cafeteria for some reason, got my food, and sat down at an empty table. Barely anyone in there at the moment anyway, which was weird, but my point is that there were a lot of empty tables. And for whatever fuck reason, some of the popular girls in the junior class sat literally right beside me (fucking mean ass girls, to this day I believe I was invisible until I spoke). One girl, Naomi, was bawling. I wondered if someone had just died. I was just like, don’t make eye contact just eat ok. Her friends then were like, “Forget him!” “He’s a douche!” Etc. Etc. And then they named the guy: Chance. He was a middle schooler. I wanna be nice and say he was at least an 8th grader but I’m pretty sure he was a physically mature and ego tripping 7th grader. And I was so disgusted with her being not only crying over a trash personality but for being kinda predatory, I put down my fork and just stared at her as I said, “Why dont you just stop talking to him and ignore him.” I had no context to the situation other than her sitting at my fucking table and ruining my dinner with her wannabe problems. And she just chokes into a silent staring match with me like I told her to eat glue to treat high blood pressure; one of the other popular girls there goes, “ugh, Alex, you just don’t get it.” What I can’t remember is if I actually said, “Yeah. Obviously.” But I do vividly remember giving her the Sure Jan look and getting up to leave.

Every now and then I just remember that, “Ugh, Alex, you just don’t get it.” Lol

And everytime since I learned of aromanticism, I’m like I should have known I was aro lol. I have always been lol.

[catchymemes]

[vincentspork]

who’s putting washing machines in their kitchen

[fairy-islearchive-deactivated20]

British people, apparently

[reematheroamer]

tag with where you live and where your washing machines reside