Did you know? Tumblr DOES have a post length limit. Strangely, though, it's based on how many blocks of text you have. Supposedly this implies that you can have any length post so long as it's one block of text? Very strange, will have to investigate further.

i'm genuinely having so much fun writing a jock protagonist. can't believe i never tried this before. all these years i've been limiting myself needlessly

I think we're beyond "nice panel" now

The son is all grown up !!

Yipee everyone ! Chapter 4 is up !!

guy sitting in front of me in class was vandalizing wikipedia and i kept reverting his edits as soon as he made them and he couldn't figure out why it was happening

Mosquito

She in her lynch-pin grace Her belly swollen with blood and pain Her place in the chain, in our web Weighs beyond what she leaves

Have we asked her?

If she asked for toxins and illness If she took the mantle of harbinger With purpose in her souls And hate in her legacy

She won’t give you an answer Only leaves itching reminders In pitched whines and iron stains Oblivious to her own martyrdom

Guess I got caught in the middle of it. Yes, I've been taught, got a little of it in my blood.

She’s a 10 but she lives off of academic validation while simultaneously procrastinating like she’s been promised immortality

In finnish, the word for "opinion" is mielipide, from the word mieli - mind, and pide, which is a somewhat archaic form of pidike - a holder, support, clip, clamp. The word pide/pidike itself comes from the verb "pitää", to hold, or keep. So while nobody thinks of it in such poetic terms in everyday life, the finnish word for "opinion" essentially translates to being some sort of a mental carabiner or foothold in your mental scape that you can hold onto, grab for support, or attach things to keep them fastened.

And in finnish vernacular, especially online, it's often shortened to just MP, MieliPide - and you can ask peoples' opinions about things by just stating "Opinion: subject" to start a conversation. It's very succinct. For example, you can make a three-word statement:

MP: homoilu saunassa?

To ask the same question which in english is a far more long and takes more words: "What is your opinion on doing gay activities in the sauna?"

Hey I saw you from across the bar but my girlfriend didn't. Are you some manner of spirit

ok but bsd chapter 114 revealing the flipside of the soukoku dynamic in all its glory like *chef's kiss*

turns out that when the mission's (almost) done and you put skk in a room with no witnesses they just become each other

dazai is the one unable to stay still, agitated and wearing his emotions openly and very much stressing about a plan he can't understand (how the tables do turn), literally YELLING and RUNNING of his own violation and doing actual labor of pulling out "fyodor" from beneath a whole ass helicopter while injured without asking for help because the brawns of the team is actually secretly a black cat character

insane how chuuya makes dazai look like the overactive dog archetype here like Mister Gravity Control and I Crack Walls & Chains With One Kick is just sitting full-on cheek on fist poker face watching his beanpole of a partner struggle. his health bar is like full too besides the brief drowning stint meanwhile he himself shot dazai like three times after he crawled out of a crashed elevator

(chuuya is actually such a little shit it's amazing like it was kinda shown in him just letting kunikida blow himself up without even trying to take on tecchou or as if he couldn't just fly the helicopter away with his ability? the pm's trump card, stronger half of soukoku? mans said "boss told me come get you" and by god that is the only job he will do, overtime means nothing to him because he can't read, what a king)

chuuya is literally only willing to do the BARE minimum it's hilarious like he's done his part, he's given the Oscar-winning vampire performance of a lifetime, now he's pulling a dazai-at-the-ADA and simply refusing to work like. chilling in the back while dazai monologues and fyodor dies. bouncing sigma like a tennis ball. chilling a corner while dazai brainstorms. leisurely following dazai's running. chilling in the back while dazai huffs and puffs to pull out the body.

the biggest bsd plot twist is that soukoku on and off the battle field just switch roles for who's lounging like a bored princess while the other toils and actually does the work. if they both ever actually work on something at the same time yokohama would probably explode.