[shymagnolia]

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

[shymagnolia]

okay so i just got my dream job??? a week after applying to it?? and now i’m thinking….maybe this is the good luck post

[flagellant]

…..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment

likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post

[quidditygenesis]

Gonna try it. Need me some good luck.

[bogleech]

As someone around for 9-11 and the "NEVER FORGET NUMBER #1 GREATEST TRAGEDY EVER IN HISTURY" response to it I am in thrilled and invigorated by the fact that younger people just make amogus memes and TikTok nonsense about it. A huge chunk of America cared more about it than any entire genocide and thought you would cry learning about it. They hoped it'd make every generation patriotically angry forever and ever and want to join the military. Instead you Photoshop the towers into squidwards house and shit. Never stop lol

[gay-jesus-probably]

I’m physically unable to take 9/11 seriously, entirely because my grade 9 english teacher was bizarrely obsessed with it. We basically had an entire unit on 9/11. We watched that documentary from those students that were doing a documentary of firefighters and wound up getting the only footage of the first plane hitting. We did a novel study of a book about some kid being in one of the towers for take your kid to work day and him and his dad squeezing past the wreckage of the plane to escape in time. We watched that Nic Cage movie of him being a firefighter during 9/11 that gets stuck in an elevator shaft when the place collapses. I am dead fucking serious, we had to make up fictional people that died in the attack, write an obituary for our 9/11sona’s, and then write and deliver a eulogy as their grief-stricken parent. At one point in the unit the teacher clarified that she hadn’t personally lost anyone to the attack, nor was she anywhere near New York when it happened. She never bothered to ask if any of us had actually lost someone in the attack, which kind of seems like a thing you should do before making us invent fictional victims to give eulogies for. The unit began with her demanding to know where we all were on the day of the attack and what we remembered, and she started crying when we told her that 1. we were two years old at the time and couldn’t remember shit fuck, the closest thing was one of the older kids kind of thought they remembered being very confused at adults freaking out over the TV but that could have been literally anything, and so this meant that 2. we were the last class she would ever teach that could possibly remember 9/11. Probably didn’t help that someone pointed out that we were the class born in 1999, so in two years she’d have students that hadn’t even been born during 9/11. That may have contributed to the teacher crying over the whole thing.

We’re Canadian.

[cherishedproperty]

That last sentence KILLED me. Jesus fuck.

[melting-sunflowers]

Man after years of not being into baccano ive suddenly re-gotten into it and im very blown by how detailed the wiki is

[jaeyeol-ism]

Author of ‘petrichor’ here

Thought I should thank you for your support

and all the feedback ^^

[alis-kun]

Jae Yeol from Lookism

[haibiscuits]

Kunikida doesn’t let him go arens with Dazai anymore..

(Thank you @incorrectbungoustraydogs for all your fun quotes~)

[3rdgymbros]

[3rdgymbros]

[3rdgymbros]

Dazai: When Chuuya’s pissed off he shows me the stepping stool he keeps in his Amazon cart just to remind me I’m replaceable.

[3rdgymbros]

Dazai: I would do anything to make you happy!

Chuuya: Would you love yourself?

Dazai: Don’t push it.

[3rdgymbros]

Dazai: Hey Chuuya, what’s your surname?

Chuuya, a Confused Intellectual: I told you my name the first moment we met?? To my knowledge it hasn’t changed at all from the moment I was born???

Dazai, a Smooth Motherfucker: [gets down on one knee and pulls out a ring ] Well, I for one think that it’s time for it to change.

[akutagawaprize]

Two new collaborations were announced, one with Doppo Kunikida Memorial House in Saeki and the second one for Toyono Town’s Public Library!

[lecheyan]

i don’t know how to respond.  to that, 

[hypermoyashi]

Candy and Rain

Written for ADA Week 2018, Day 4

Relationship(s): Dazai Osamu & Izumi Kyouka

Warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, knives, not beta read, one-shot

Summary: The office was sad and dreary without all of its occupants, and the slowness and loneliness of the day was getting to Kyouka. Cue Dazai and his ridiculous self to come in and try to cheer her up.

[read it on ao3]

[phx-y]

Art by NOK

※ Permission to post was granted by the artist. ※ Please don’t edit, remove caption or repost without permission. ※ Commercial use is prohibited.

[melting-sunflowers]

Title: Conversations between Co-workers (And maybe some healing too)

Rating: G 

Fandom: BSD 

Pairing(s): Dazai Osamu & Kunikida Doppo , Dazai Osamu & Nakajima Atsushi, Izumi Kyouka & Nakajima Atsushi  

Summary:  ADA co-workers go out to lunch together. Of course, all co-workers go out to lunch together, but not all of them have such serious conversations. -x-x-x- “So, uh, Dazai, why did you join the agency?” -x-x-x- “What happened to you at your orphanage?” -x-x-x- “Atsushi, why did you join the agency?” -x-x-x- Day 4 of ADA week: Lunch Breaks

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15698115

[catsbywrites]

I can post snippets here! Here’s one from the kunikidazai fic I’m posting tomorrow: 

“People die,” Dazai said. “This is war.”

“We can prevent deaths,” Kunikida said, gripping his cup too hard. “It doesn’t have to happen again. We don’t have to sacrifice lives, especially not of those who are innocent—“

“Sometimes the lives of a few must be sacrificed to save the lives of many—“

“You may not give a damn about the death of others, but I do!”

Dazai’s voice rose. “And it’s breaking you.”

“I don’t want to become empty, unfeeling, like y—“

“Take a drink, Kunikida-kun,” Dazai said, his voice icy.

Kunikida stopped talking.

Dazai looked away for a moment. “The best way to not feel pain is to accept it’ll happen and feel numb to it. To distance yourself, rather than to bring yourself so close to the source of pain that it almost kills you.”

“How can you think like that?” Kunikida asked.

Dazai turned to face him. “How can you subject yourself to that much pain like that?”