Finally found a direction for this blog after years lol. Currently live-blogging my OP binge watch, and will follow with the movies and manga. Eventually hoping to do the same with other shows/anime I watch. Will be reblogging ‘political things’ and things about mental health and the LGBTQ+ community, if that’s not your cup of tea just don’t read my blog I guess. Most of my blog is reblogs of things I think are important or funny, with original content thrown in that I plan to start tagging better lmao
The best part about being asexual is knowing that you will never be honeypotted. I often picture myself as a mark in a James Bond movie who has information or something and Daniel Craig saunters up in his sexiest tux to seduce me and I’m just like “No thank you” no matter what he does and then he has an existential crisis and walks away in a daze then sends in Moneypenny cause maybe I just like women and I’m like “hey girl, no thanks” and send her away as well and they just never get the information. I am an immovable plot piece without even knowing it. Sorry James but I defy the tropes of your genre.
Half asleep dumb Bleach AU/fic prompt idea where the hollow part doesn’t just go to Ichigo.
So after Masaki’s attacked and everything the hollow actually affects her slightly (Not that Isshin notices because he’s never been around humans that mcuh and just shrugs off most things like ‘eh just a human thing’) so not only Ichigo but Yuzu and Karin both have hollow powers and Ichigo’s are a bit more pronounced (And masters hollow powers super quickly and way easier than other powers)
They all have just hollow tendency normally, as well as traits like glowing eyes sharp teeth and nails making growling or hissing noises, good sense of smell and hearing and being rather feral.
Isshin is a bit concerned about Ichigo having such sharp teeth when they come in but figures it may be because of the hollow side of him, when the twins have them he’s like ‘Oh ok just a human thing then…that’s odd… maybe it’s a Quincy thing?’ the growling and hissing and eyes glowing occasionally are also like ‘…wow Quincy’s are actually weird’ (He remembers Masaki doing the same thing…at the time he’d just thought it was pregnancy cravings)
Isshin: Ok kids time for bed
Twins* Feral beast like growls*
Isshin: hey don’t growl at me bedtime
Ryuken is not sure why every time Isshin visits he brings fresh meat and asks if his and Uryu’s glasses reflect his glowing eyes back and if they needed a special prescription?… he just writes it off as Shinigami being fucking weird.
Chad, Orihime and the others just write it off as one of Ichigo’s quirks like yeah he has orange hair, he sees dead people, he has fangs and acts feral at times that’s just Ichigo being Ichigo.
Rukia’s freaked out like clear hollow similarities stand out… but then it’s not just Ichigo but his sisters as well and his dad doesn’t seem concerned…just mentions they take after their mother… Rukia just shrugs it off ok just a weird human thing then.
Urahara doesn’t interact with the twins so he just thinks this is Ichigo’s hollow coming more to the front after the soul chain thing.
The other Shinigami are freaked out but the kid has Shinigami powers… and really they have to deal with Aizen right now after all it’s just one substitute soul reaper and according to Rukia this might just be a human thing…none of them have actually spent enough time in the human world to say for certainty that it’s not.
The vizards are mildly concerned how the kid seems more hollow without a holowfication but then again… Urahara was involved so all bets are off and the kid actually seems to be in control…plus he acts that way normally.
It’s only when the arrancar show up and show same balance of feral and instincts and normalcy as Ichigo and the twins that everyone realizes oh not normal.
Isshin:YOU MEAN IT’S NOT A QUINCY THING?
Ryuken:…
Ryuken:YOU THOUGHT THAT WAS A QUINCY THING?
Ichigo understanding all the arrancar way better and all of them really liking him and the twins. Grimmjow falls hard and fast with Ichigo and is like ready to propose after the first fight.
The two of them are trying to murder each other and the twins are like ‘Ichi-nii stop flirting it’s gross’ the Shinigami are so fucking confused.
Arrancar:FINALLY A SHINIGAMI THAT MAKES SENSE.
Also hollows staying away form the Kurosaki clinic after the twins almost rip their throats out with their teeth.
Imagine Kon having to be careful around the twins (especially Yuzu) because if they find out that Kon is sentient, the twins will have the urge to chase him down and use him as a chew toy.
Standing in a checkout line, when an older man asks me about my Goncharov t-shirt. I say "It's a movie, " when the person behind me chimes in, "Oh, yes, Scorsese."
The original gentleman goes on to tell me about the author Goncharov, his favorite of his novels, and a famous character from one of the novels. The three of us discuss whether the main character in the movie is intentionally named after the author, referencing that character, or whether it just sounded good to the film maker. We discuss how steeped the movie is in symbology.
Two of us are having a very different conversation than the third.
so i just learned that people fucking dove inside a god damn iceberg and good to know that even for cave divers, who in my opinion are already a special kind of unhinged, and i say that with all affection, there are people even more unhinged than that
I was going to post some Choice Horrifying Quotes from the article, but turns out the whole thing is a horror story and i’m just.
the fact that they got trapped and pulled in and thought they might die three times and were still like “hey what if we do one more” and only didn’t die because they decided to have a meal first??
#//juri speaks#look. i love caves. but there is no fucking way#also not to relate everything to my current hyperfixation but. this could EASILY be a tma episode
yeah you wouldn’t need to change anything for this to be a TMA episode i absolutely agree, the damn thing already tried to kill them three times
okay guys u gotta read it. I was making highlights but it turned into a summary. still. read it. so worth it.
Ok so two people sink down to look around. Jill and her partner. First glimpse of horror (lots and lots of sea creatures) happens. But everything is pretty and they continue on
That’s the sound of their way in collapsing btw.
They find a way out. And then proceed to dive in again
they get out again.
The photos are sublime. So next day, Wes decided, hey, i want to go with you. Remember the camera i tested? We’re going to take even better pictures with it.
so they dive
and the current picks up again
Dude.
They got sucked in, obv. Water pouring down, the three try to get out. Fail. There’s no way up.
And then Jill decides to show human determination and ingenuity. Holy shit.
They get out. They see the boat with the science team, reaching for them. They’re late for two hours, but alive.
so a very long time ago, my dad worked with an arson investigator
this guy was often one of the first people on the scene following a suspected arson, once emergency services had done what they needed to do. at times, there were also civilians on the periphery. often, they were freaking out, and understandably so; their home or workplace had just, quite literally, gone up in smoke
this investigator wouldn’t try to calm them down. he wouldn’t comfort them or be a shoulder to cry on.
instead, he’d walk up to the person most visibly losing their shit, hand them a fire extinguisher, and say “hey, can you keep an eye out for any other fires, and if you see one, can you put it out with this?”
of course, there was no actual risk of another fire. he wouldn’t be on the scene investigating if there was even a chance that the fire wasn’t completely put out. but the bystander didn’t need to know that
because that person, without fail, would immediately pull it together, take the fire extinguisher, and stand guard. they were, at least temporarily, calm enough for this investigator to do this job
my dad has told me the parable of the fire extinguisher a hundred times, and i think about it a lot. i think about what it says about people and crises. i think about what it says about the grounding power of having a purpose. and i think about the importance of letting someone help me through something, even if that help is just going to be another casserole to throw into the freezer, because useless or not, that fire extinguisher might be the only thing holding them together
more people with the same first name should date, marry, and then share the same surname. give more couples the same legal first and last name, i want to hear about the consequences
since posting this i have heard about couples with the same first name who:
also share a last name, and it makes airport travel inconvenient
use different nicknames, for practicality
use the same nickname, bc fuck why not
have identical spellings but different pronunciations
have identical spellings, but the spelling in question is one of the "weird" ones so they both constantly have their (shared) name spelled wrong
Partner A's first name is Partner B's surname. the highlight is that if they get married and one of them takes the other's surname...Partner A has the funniest goddamn opportunity to pull a "moon moon"
one trans couple (met post-transition) where one spouse's chosen name was the other spouse's deadname, which both of them found hilarious
I recently got an on-campus job. During the interview process, I requested that I not be scheduled on Friday nights or Saturdays as I am a Jewish student.
My boss immeadiately brightened and rushed to explain - "Of course ! Of course! We want to accomodate you! We have another worker who takes off for Ramadan. Do you need to take off for Ramadan?"
I shook my head, incredibly confused. "Uh. That's. Not my jurisdiction. I'm good."
Boss nodded but was sure to add "Let me know if that ever changes. We can help you with Ramadan."
#what's the bet Ahmed was just asking for certain shifts during Ramadan and Boss got excited and was like “just take the whole ramadan off!”#“don't even worry about it! we support you! take the time you need!”
I'm scheduled to work with him tomorrow morning so will find out then 🫡 .We're both STEM majors who use the early empty hours to study so I will report if I get more than a grunt out of him about it.
another stupid-early morning, and between our respective course loads- him organic chemistry and me pathophysiology- I asked for the full story in how he got all of Ramadan off.
He sighed, and let me know that he did indeed try to explain to our manager that all he needed was to get shifts not around sunrise or sunset. But that in him explaining what Ramadan was, the plot very quickly got lost into this unhinged confusion where our boss was trying to google how people could survive an entire month without food or water.
So halfway through, he decided to pivot and go along with it, expecting less shifts in March because that's a difficult academic time anyway. Then, he had to keep a straight face when the end-product was the entire time off with paid leave.
So, now, he's in a hell partially of his own making where his boss genuinely believes he doesn't eat for a month and is trying to offer all non-Christian workers March off.
I offered him time off for Hanukkah. He hit his head against the desk, and groaned.
funniest convo ever with a guy who said 2 me "nobody uses journalism degrees" and i said "my mom has a bachelors in journalism" and he smiled like knowingly and said "yeah, but what does she do?" and i said "she runs a newspaper and publishes romance novels on the side." and he literally said "oh" and nothing else. like he ended the whole conversation there.
i've just been informed he has a trombone degree. like the study of playing trombone. which is all well and good, i genuinely think we should all have the opportunity to chase our academic bliss (seriously) but i do think the trombone studies guy should hesitate to judge the economic value of other people's degrees no
Not only that that studies show that when AI is used as a TOOL alongside a human then the results were positive and productivity did increase. When you use it to REPLACE humans this is where 95% of the companies using it lose money. AI is a tool, it is not a replacement.
It takes skill to fumble when you're this hot. I can strike out with any woman. I'm a 10 and I'm NOT getting any. I'm like a world renowned chef using the best, most high class ingredients to make absolute ass
"Your son will take your throne from you," they prophesized, spitting each word out of teeth clenched tight with hatred. Why they'd bother prophesizing such an event befuddles you; your son is literally your chosen heir, after all.
Years later, you realize what the prophets meant. For most of your life your son was your pride and joy; an academic, who would surely lead the kingdom into greater health and wellness. Until he committed the ultimate act of betrayal.
"You will not take my throne from me!" You cling to your grand chair so hard your knuckles turn white.
Your son sighs. "Dad. Dad it's lead-"
"Of course it's lead! It's a strong metal, signifying the strength of our country- this throne has been passed down the royal line for 300 years, 15 rulers before me-"
"That is not enough time for that many people!" Your son throws his hands up in the air. "Because it is lead! It is poisoning you! Didn't you wonder why grandpa died at 40?"
"Ah, pfoo! That's the ancestral curse."
"It's the throne! The throne is the ancestral curse!!!"
the son successfully convinces his father to give up the lead throne. he lives and rules peacefully for much longer than his family’s previous generations, dying in his third score.
the son, upon coronation, receives his own prophecy: “your daughter will tear your castle to the ground.”
now, this is a bit more of a cause for immediate concern, but unlike kings of old, he decides that the best way to avoid this surely gruesome future is to love his daughter the best he can, encourage her interests, and guide her with a steady hand - if she is to ruin his kingdom, after all, then let it be with iron will and care for the people.
his daughter is not violent at all, will only hunt if they promise the kitchens will cook what is killed and will give some to the people, and only takes a passing fancy in swordsmanship (which he thinks is more to do with the jawline of the instructor, not that he says anything). she loves to study and read, and when she asks to go for further education in a different corner of the kingdom, he allows it.
after one year, she returns, and spends the first week back acting shifty. she is always caught ducking out of corners and hidden passages, whispering with staff, and pouring over old maps of the castle layout in the library, hurriedly covering them up when anyone passes.
he privately gets his affairs in order.
two weeks after her return, the king’s daughter approaches her father with a steely look in her eye and a grim set to her jaw.
“father,” she begins, “what do you know of asbestos?”
It is and always has been exceptionally easy to nerdsnipe me into an unhinged rant, which has been the primary way that at least four or five people I know derive enjoyment from hanging out with me. Just wind me up and let me go and there's two hours of socializing handled.
I have learned how to (usually) turn off this feature with strangers but it is, unfortunately, much more difficult to moderate with family. Large Bastard has to be cautious about what youtube channels he allows to play in the background when we're in our room otherwise I will rise up wide awake out of a dead sleep in response to some shit media criticism (when I fucking lost it at a dark academia youtube video a couple years ago it was because of autoplay from Large Bastard's laptop), but my FOO has taken the opposite tack and used to gather around to watch me lose my shit at the local broadcast news (broadcast news continues to make me insane) and they have, most recently, enjoyed pressing play on episodes of CSI Cyber or whatever the fuck it is while I happen to be standing in the vicinity of the television and observing as I become first transfixed and then infuriated by the wrongness.
When the owner of this house in Wimbledon Heights, Phillip Island, Australia, Mykey O'Halloran, got the idea to make an Airbnb, he heard somebody banging on his door, one night. When he opened it, five angry men confronted him over his plan to paint his house with bright rainbow colors, he said.
“They told me, ‘Don’t do it. Paint your house and see what happens, because next time we meet, it won’t be so nice,’ “ said Mykey.
“One of them said I would make his house drop in value by $20,000 if I painted my house in ‘stupid’ colors,” he added.
The men shouted homophobic slurs, and one threatened to kill him if he went ahead with his rainbow project.
“I froze up inside and thought I was about to be seriously injured,” he said.
He told them he didn’t feel comfortable talking to them and shut the door. Then he phoned the police. One man was charged with unlawful assault and making threats to kill
He decided to share his story about the unsettling experience on Facebook and other social media.
“I cried myself to sleep last night after feeling so invaded, homophobically attacked, and threatened in my very own home,” he wrote.
He also wrote that he was not going to allow anyone to bully him out of his island getaway.
Hundreds of people who read his post agreed, and they volunteered to help him paint it.
“For every ratbag like him, the island has a thousand others who welcome you,” one neighbor commented.
“You paint your house whatever colors you want to! I’m so sorry this happened to you!” commented a woman from PA.
More than 100 people — including children, a few home renovators, and a couple of police officers — came to Mykey’s house and spent seven hours painting.
One donor had 8 surveillance cameras installed in case anyone threatens him again.
“The positive response filled my heart with love and made me feel supported and not alone,” Mykey said.
“So many people said they thought it would look awful, but now that they’ve seen it, they’re pleasantly surprised by how well it turned out.”
“There was a lot of openheartedness there on that day, and someone volunteered their time with a barbecue to feed all who attended,”
He couldn’t contain his delight when the last bright coat of paint had dried.
Mykey O’Halloran (front left) with some of the volunteers who helped paint his house.
