brains and brawns, allegedly

Spoiler alert: this was not the daiya ending scene lol

Terajima, you’ve given us a lot of pain and suffering throughout Diamond no Ace Act I and Act II. The daiya ending scene better be Eijun, in a pro uniform, pitching in his first game to none other than Miyuki Kazuya, marking the return of Seido’s greatest battery.

The ball hits the mitt with that satisfying sound and the umpire yells out a resounding “STRIKE! BATTER OUT!

As they make their way back to the dugout, Miyuki smiles and pats the other boy’s back. "Nice pitching, Sawamura”.

Sawamura glows like the fucking sun and holds out his fist to the catcher. His catcher.

Their fists bump and they live happily ever after head back to the dugout where they’re greeted with cheers from their team mates.

Was it just me or when you first started reading fanfiction you thought orphan_account was the most prolific writer ever?

just two queer platonic middle aged teenage dead fellas

i need 7+ seasons of dead boy detectives specifically to see the long-term payoff of charles putting a jar of bees in his bag

Dead Boy Detectives 1.01 · The Case of Crystal Palace

edwin payne being a sassy edwardian ghost for one minute straight:

Dead Boy Detectives 105 | 108

It's so interesting to me that when they "Dressed up as each other" that they didn't just put on each other's clothes. These are like significantly different looking outfits that somehow still carry the same vibes

My current favorite song that makes me think about Edwin and Charles

Charles wouldn't kiss Edwin gently on the swings after a romantic walk and a heart-to-heart. He isn't like that. They aren't like that. He would pick the worst moment ever, while they're being chased by unfathomable horrors, and do it then. It's tradition

wonderful friendship and cute sprites

best mates innit

one of the differences between good omens the show vs good omens the book that will always fuck me up is the post-bookshop fire scene. crowley goes from picking himself up, dusting himself off, accepting the loss of aziraphale and Just Driving Anyway to completely falling apart. i do get why people have gripes with it being changed so fundamentally, and i've thought about it a lot myself, but i've never been able to bring myself to get mad about it. i always circle back to how the book was written by two best friends. that drunken, wrecked, grief stricken scene was written in a post-pratchett world. he lost his best friend.