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[owlet]

here’s a banner for your blog if you’re a matsu fan who doesn’t like blmatsu

[sampled-masks]

Watching Saw Paing experience cuteness aggression was funny.

You could see your friend stare in awe at the content on the screen. He clenched his fist and softly bit his lower lip at the sight. All you could do was stare curiously about what happened beforehand.

It all started when you and Saw Paing were at the video store, picking out a TV to replace the one in the Village of Dawn. He was supposed to be looking for one that he thought would be suitable to bring across the country and also show the news and such to the people in the small community. The old one he was replacing was a box TV that barely worked and only showed VHS tapes in its system. Barely one that helped the town know any new updates about the world, let alone technology itself.

You wondered if Saw Paing ever spent any time outside the village and watched on a modern TV because the moment you both stepped in, he had been nothing but curious about it, watching all the TVs show their nature screen displays. It was the quietest you've seen him.

You helped him look for a TV that could still be watched from and easily transportable for his trip back to Myanmar. He was planning it would be just one with a big screen so it could accommodate everyone in the local community center so that they could watch his fights all the way from Myanmar.

You decided to help him since it would be necessary that you helped him operate it. After all, he wasn't so tech-savvy knowing how he was always helping around in the village.

Which brings you here to where you found him. in the display screens aisle, staring at the sight on TV. On one of the screens, it showed a family of cats and their kittens, meowing and walking from inside a small enough clearing for the mother and her babies to fit in. You watched as he looked at you from his peripheral and smiled.

It was so cute seeing the figher get cuteness aggression.

"CUTE!! VERY CUTE!! I love it!" He pointed at the screen. You rubbed his back to calm him down a little bit. You can tell he needed it because he took a breath and exhaled softly. You smiled at his understanding and watched as he faced you properly.

"Let's buy this one! The screen's big enough to fit on the TV stand back at home." He used his thumb to point at the same screen, the video changing to water drops.

"Alright," you agreed, making your way to the counter to ask the clerk about the TV.

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"I didn't know you liked cats, Saw. If I knew you liked them sooner, I would've bought you cat-designed gifts." You spoke as you both walked back to your place. You both figured to keep it at your place so he could pick it up there. He also had no hotel to stay in, so he just stayed at your place in the guest room.

"I'm actually a dog person! I just thought the sight was cute! Reminds me of the strays I used to rescue from the forest back home." He replies, carrying the box on his shoulder. It was moderate in size, so it wasn't trouble at all.

"That's so sweet, Saw. I didn't know you saved cats."

You both continued talking even after arriving home with the TV safe in hand. It was safe to say that Saw Paing was secretly one of your favorite fighters because of his emotional expressions.

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i think this is buns ughhh

[interstellar-superdrive]

I saw Hoppers last night. Despite the rumors, the environmentalism themes were still blatant. They didn't turn to the camera and say "DESTROYING NATURE IS BAD MKAY" but the movie is still very environmentalist; it's more like Pom Poko (explicitly cited as inspiration for the film) than Ferngully.

The movie also has a very optimistic worldview and promotes restorative justice over punitive justice. Killing the mayor would not save the glades, because a new mayor would simply continue to build the freeway anyway. They had to make the mayor care, to see things from an animal's point of view. Heck, Mabel even outright states that everyone has good inside them.

And also, it shows us the banality of evil. Mayor Jerry isn't some cackling supervillain who actively hates animals. The sonic trees are awful, yes. But also, he's just Some Guy. He loves his mom, sings and dances by himself, eats pancakes, etc. He mostly cares about getting good PR.

Titus shows us what happens when extremism pretends to be progressive but is ultimately self-serving. He didn't care about the other animals. He waited for his mom to die, he even called her old and weak. He wanted insects to reign supreme over all other animals. His anger at the humans was righteous, but really, he only cared about himself.

The movie is primarily comedic, but also has sad moments and a very dark and intense climax. It didn't feel autobiographical to me. But then, We Bare Bears is like Daniel Chong's autobiography. Much as I like the movie, I still feel as though something was cut that would have made the movie even better.

[sampled-masks]

Creek had always been off to you.

Even before the guy sold your tribe out, he was off, even if he didn't seem like it.

You wouldn't say you and him were friends, more like business acquaintances in the mushroom places across each other.

You were a baker who owned a bakery next to his yoga shop. So after every practice, Creek's yoga students would all go to your shop for a nice sweet treat after the exercise.

Though he'd pass you a friendly look every now and then and come by your shop to check in with you, you deemed him nothing more than a friendly guy who just wanted to interact. You couldn't blame him.

Both of you did live in the outskirts of the Pop Village, which was practically STARVED of interaction outside of his usual scheduled group yoga. For why you both stayed here anyways, you probably deem Creek's reason is for his immersive yoga schedules, and practice all kinds of relaxation techniques, and you for the cheaper rent.

When he was opening up his yoga studio, he'd ask you to help him open up shop. Of course, he seemed nice (despite your thoughts and instinct going haywire), so why turn him down?

There were days he'd invite you over and let you watch the session. Sometimes, he'd allow you to join by getting one of the mats inside his office and laying it in front of you. Sometimes, during group sessions, you saw he had this look in his eye that he wasn't... himself. When he would help trolls relax at the studio, whenever a troll couldn't keep up, and each look of hope he'd pass their way... It all seemed.. fake.

At the end of the day, however, you'd just chalk it up to having an overactive mind and that you were just assuming so much about the guy before actually talking with him.

It's not like he'd talk to you the next day, anyway.

-°•~

"Hey there, friend. Business is going swell, yeah?" He raises a hand in greeting as the bell above the door rings, signaling his arrival. "You're quite the charmer with this shop of yours."

It was Creek, and he looked slightly different. He smelled like newly lit scented candles. He wore rings and a wooden-bead necklace around his neck and a multicolor anklet. His usual yoga pants were changed into more casual ty dye lightweight trousers.

He passed a smile your way and put his arms across your high counter, crossing them together. "Hi Creek, you want anything today?" You passed a polite smile back, taking a freshly baked batch out of the oven. He inhaled the fresh scent and exhaled through his mouth.

"Your baking smells amazing, friend! It's as if your aura blessed them as well!" He spoke, straightening his back and watching as you refilled your stock. He loved watching you work on your pasteries. If he was lucky enough, he'd be able to taste some, too! "Mmm, looks like another batch well done, yeah?" He hums smoothly, blinking at you slowly.

You weren't much of a talker. Though you'd listen to him ramble sometimes, he much preferred if you answered him every now and then.

After all, you are stuck with him here, alone.

"Hey friend, I'd love to talk your ear off, but it's not much a good friendship if only one is doing all the talking." There it is, the same fake look in his eye when he helps people. Never once had he shown you this look personally, so this was a first. His smile seemed good enough to look genuine, but his eyes were cold, like he was looking down at a twig or branch. You jerked your head to his height and watched as the look melted away into a bright smile.

You felt yourself internally shiver at his look of ingenuity. The longer you stare at him, the less you feel comfortable being around him. Goodness, just shake the feeling off. You don't know him that well...

"There it is! That's the nice face I get to see every morning! Why don't we talk over a crossiant, see if our vibes are connected today, hm?"

Your attention seems to come back to him being in front of you, behind the counter. He also grabbed a plate while you weren't looking, along with a knife, two forks, and a tissue. He opens the glass casing cover of the display and takes out two crossiants, one plain and one chocolate.

Wait, how'd he know you liked chocolate?

".. How do you know I—"

He chuckles softly before you finish talking. "Your energy gave it away. C'mon then, I've got loads to talk about today."

He gently grabs your wrist and tugs you to an empty spot in your bakery.

From all the things he's done, he's probably the most off he's been: trying to spend time with you.

(PART 2 POSSIBLE?...)

[sampled-masks]

Surely he wouldn't notice, right?

You left his rave and stayed home without telling him because you thought he was just busy DJing the rave (he was), and you were just being thoughtful and leaving him be. It's not like he'd notice that much.

...Except he did. In fact, he's in your house right now and giving you a look of disdain with a pout on his lips.

Now, you knew your friend was a sweetheart and never stayed mad at people for too long. He was too soft for that and didn't like staying mad since he cared more than he got affected.

You only knew it would be a matter of time till he—

"Why did you leave?" He spoke, a new look of disappointment took over his face and softened his eyes slightly. His pout softened to a small frown, and his brow lessened the crease formed on his forehead. He was cracking. "Why did you leave.. And not tell me about it? Did.. Did I do something wrong?"

He started fidgeting with his fingers slightly, his dexterous fingers twiddling each other like he was trying to tangle them. His expression softened further into a look of small sadness. There were probably a thousand people by the time you left. Why was he so upset you left when he had that big of a crowd anyway? Even better, how did he even notice?

"I uhm... I just thought you were busy with the crowd.. I didn't even think you noticed me being gone.." His eyes slightly widened at your admission, his mouth parted minimally. You continued. "I also didn't wanna bug you since.. Since this is your job, and you are busy, so..."

You honestly thought he didn't really care. You've been hanging out with him for a while, 3 months exactly, and you just thought he was being thoughtful and nice when he invited you to all the raves he hosted.

What you didn't know is that he had been wrapped around your finger since day 1. Ever since you entered his reef from an invite from your friend to attend one of his concerts and got to meet him personally, he could tell you were only there for your friend (and because your outfit was the only one resembling pajamas than rave wear). He liked your vibe. Even though you were shy and didn't talk much, he was charmed by your considerate and quiet demeanor. He couldn't help but feel amused by you.

Since then, he had gotten your number to talk to him more. Ever since your friend and his fan became a small friend group (much to her delight and your dismay), he had gotten to know you more. Since he was technically royalty and a celebrity at the same time, he understood your nervousness. But what he really liked was that he was able to get you out of your shell despite your socially awkward demeanor.

He learned you liked to stay away from big crowds. He also learned that you weren't a big fan of flashing lights or blaring music. You liked being around him and his music. You also liked hearing him produce or listen to his demos. Finally, he learned that you made an exception for him because you considered him a great friend. Since then, his heart had never soared higher than it already had for you.

"... That party was hosted.." He wasn't a shy troll. He knew that much, but there were times when he could get a little tongue-tied. "..Because it was for you."

Oh, man. If he could record his memories, he would. Seeing the surprise paint your face was the most amusing thing he'd ever seen. He'd replay it again and again if he could.

You could only stand in surprise as he said that. He did that for you??? The king and celebrity???? Why?? He's everything, and you're just ?!?!?! What is going on??

He floated towards you, chuckling softly, like the ocean making small waves with a soft tide, getting one of your hands and gently gripping your fingers in his own long ones. He used his other hand to cup your face and make you face him, a warm and loving smile on his expression.

"You heard that right. It was for you. Why would I DJ a concert without the inspiration behind it attending?" His thumb swiped your face as he smiled into your arms, giving you a hug with his strong arms. They wrap around your torso with a loving grip, enough to provide comfort while also trapping you with him.

You could feel his cheeky smile on your shoulder. But all you were doing was letting the cogs in your head turn as steam comes out of your ears, processing his words. Your face was red and and your eyes were blown wide as he looked at you and giggled at your expression, amused by your reaction.

If words could kill, he might've assassinated you right now.

[drawnsnake]

I cried watching Project Hail Mary btw

[kerink]

i like when eridians describe grace in other-worldly, incorporeal, eldritch ways. that he's beautiful and terrifying at the same time. a horror you can't look away from because you don't want to miss a thing.

you can never get a clear listen to him. his primary sense node is covered in "hair" and the part that isn't is hidden by two crystals that refract sound waves in a pleasing but disorienting way. he covers his body in billowy cloth at all times. not snug and sensible and unobstructive like eridian coverings, but loose and layered, draped and flowing.

the most clear part of him are his internal organs. because yes, the alien's carapace isn't sound-proof. his single heart beats insistingly in his core, his lungs exchanging gas constantly, his long digestive tract always bubbling and contracting. his thorax is packed impossibly tight and it's all moving and singing.

and it shouldn't be possible, with how fragile he is, for that internal pressure to maintain. how does the thin membrane of his external organ (another horror that sends eridians reeling) keep it all contained? his "skin" is so easily pierced, cut, bruised, burnt, how does he not split open under his own mass?

when savior rocky first arrived home and described the environmental needs of his alien, the scientists thought he'd made a mistake in his frantic panic to get everything out. it isn't possible this being lives at such low atmospheric pressure, at half the gravity, and in a gas that's nearly double the weight of ammonia. in a gas so dangerous, so caustic. and if it does then how is it obligately terrestrial like rocky claims? shouldn't it fly or float instead? (and then to see it in the water, learning that it can float or sink at will.)

and this alien has come bearing gifts that will not only save your species but launch it into impossible heights of technological and intellectual advancement. he has discovered the solution to astrophage and bred it to thrive on threeworld and translated his instructions into eridian. he has given your people the complete sum of his people's knowledge, advanced in ways the eridians can't believe and behind in ways that seem ludicrous. and he has given his life for your people to have these things.

he knows how your solar system was formed. he knows how the universe started.

his name means beautiful and generous and relieving.

the eridians experiencing cosmic bliss.

be not afraid.

[mad-not-disappointed]

another thing that KPDH gets right is that they have a chubby male character who is not the butt of fatphobic jokes.

in any other movie, a character like Bobby would be the comic relief — the bumbling, incompetent fat character who probably eats too much and is constantly made fun of.

but the writers of this movie treat him like any other character. he's funny but he's not pushed into the role of comic relief. in fact, all of the characters in this movie have their own funny moments, there is no comic relief.

he is also competent enough as the manager of Huntrix. of course he doesn't know that they're demon hunters, but he handles everything else well, even defending Rumi from the fans when she was having issues with her voice.

there are no comments made about his body and no mean-spirited jokes made at his expense. in fact, the girls are very fond of him and look up to him, to the point where Zoey and Mira ditch their show to save him when they thought he was being attacked by demons.

Bobby also has a traditionally feminine side without, again, being made fun of or infantilized for it. he wears pink face masks and dressing gowns, he matches outfits with his girl group, he dances to trendy boy band songs, but none of it is exaggerated or played for laughs. and he's not given the Gay Best Friend™ treatment either or paraded around like a purse dog.

and while his character isn't too deeply explored, he has his own issues. he cares so deeply about Huntrix and Gwi-Ma is able to convince him that he was the reason they broke up.

a lot of movies don't know when to tone down the comedic characters and has them being goofy and annoying during a serious moment (*cough* the hunchback of notre dame with the fucking gargoyles *cough*) so i'm glad this movie gave Bobby some depth and had him deal with his own insecurities during the third act.

[formerlyluckymanticore]

Reblog if you will never. Ever. Use AI in your writing.

[mimi-iscrazy]

Those fics where yn is with a mmc who is misogynistic is so nasty. Women die from these type of men daily, have their lived ruined cause of such mentality and you turn it into some fetish for your smut fanfics? Imagine all the women who died fighting for our rights only for yall to romanticising misogynistic men and enable their behaviours.

[httpjoints]

stop saying mdni when u write smut abt a minor, y’all niggas be lookin stupid asf writing abt them just to use that bs of aging then up. Ion cur if u like em stop writing smut abt em when yk their a minor cuz yall bc 30 years old feining for minor dick, PLEASE GET AWAYYY.

[snepital]

I’d trust him 😌

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

welp.

Someone in the Twst EN localization team must have had a lot of fun making these puns 😂

[schoenhunt]

SLY FOX, DUMB BUNNY

[ambruella]

[xviistrings]

osomatsu-san is about loss of identity and the fear of growing up and mourning people who never died and missing out on a life you're still living and getting dragged back into the same pit of stagnancy over and over again and the horrifying reality that you don't mind and kinda even prefer things this way despite the pretense you keep up of wanting to be a proper adult because deep down you know you are incapable of changing and being someone's offspring is the only thing you will ever achieve in your eternally fruitless life. the future plans you have are just fantasies. the promises you make are just words. the person you claim to be is just a lie. you are rotting before you even die. you feel the soil taking back ownership of your body before you're even done using it. but really, what were you using it for? to continue this frivolous dance, this cat-and-mouse game, just to avoid the truth that you're never getting anywhere and there's nothing you can do to change it? how stupid - you're nothing. born, raised, and dying nothing. it's all you'll ever be; nothing at all. and they swing their dicks around every other episode

[mewfromshadows]

Reblog if you’re OK with people sending you asks about your OCs, ‘sonas or even about yourself