funny how everyone seemed to adore Zack until he started having more screentime...

More matador!Fernando! Ferrari this time :D (I can't help myself.....)

- facial hair

+ closeups

I really wanted the vibe of this Nando pic, I think I did pretty well??

Funny - was busy admiring the beautiful, beautiful sunset, and people were stopping by to see what I was taking pictures of, and I could see they were slowly overwhelmed with awe once they looked up at the sky. Another woman started taking pictures. Felt nice

There was once again a thing on the bird app (link to original)

Has Olli been unusually quiet on social media or am I missing something?? I feel like he hasn’t shared anything (but now when I think about it I feel like Niko hasn’t either)

Literally my thoughts these past few days 😩 And yeah, neither has Niko, but somehow that isn't as striking 🤔 I guess it's because he's still been on those TikToks advertising the tour etc. (which I guess were recorded before they left to the States, but still), so it doesn't feel like he's been as...absent as Olli 🥺

Ruler Moriarty's Valentine story starts off comedic with him struggling to find a unique thank you gift for Guda not complete without his usual self-inflicted elderly abuse.

He finally decides to make Guda sit for an exam, even going as far as informing the staff and other Servants of this arrangement. Guda, although initially reluctant, passes each one with satisfactory marks. So WakaMori awards them with a graduation certificate.

His return gift is letting Guda experience a life achievement they could have had under normal circumstances but missed out on due to everything that's happened so far. A proof of Guda's identity and an acknowledgment of their worth (the CE flavor text even states that the certificate is legit and can be used for accreditation). And I can only imagine how much this meant to Guda and how saved they felt by this gesture.

The episode ends with a self-reflection session that maybe he kinda went a little too far. (He did, but in a good way.)

idk how my younger self was social and charismatic to the point ppl said they were fans of her. and made art all the time and (mostly) didn't lose her mind when it did not come out perfect, and just kept making more instead. and had enough energy to put into her looks. and knew how to flirt. and easily made new friends. and

So the past few months I've been slowly working my way through the will trent books, buying them second hand has been super easy and. I'm currently trying to read Undone but APPARENTLY the copy of it I bought has literally got the story up to page 258, then there is a REPEAT of pages 227-258 and then the story continues from 291 onwards.

What am I supposed to do with that? I feel like thirty pages is a fair amount in a crime/mystery book right?

I'm just going to have to find another copy of the book bc like? What am I supposed to do with that?

im gonna try to spend as much time with my other birds over my weekend.i think that's what i need

I think I promised to @ you whenever I finally wrote something up about Hikari being autistic. I’m just gonna leave it pinned on my blog for now. It’s a little clumsy and poorly worded in parts, but still, you’re the reason I finally felt motivated to write it up! Thank you for encouraging that headcanon!

@stardustmacaron (YES THANKYOU for pinging + See my tags!!!)

{^ A BEST GIF I Ever grABBED} (Note to lurkers still please do not re-post without asking Permission first Thankyou!!)

Polizeiruf 110: Familiensache (2014)

I am sorry you don't get to have people speak their gratitude to you in your day to day. But at least here, thank you for sharing your thoughts and time with us.

😭😭😭i hope my complaining didn't come off as begging for compliments, cuz i really didn't mean it that way!!! but you're berry kind to send me this🥺

despite what i said in my post abt it, on here i always feel like i'm the one who owes you guys gratitude for exactly the same thing💕which i guess is just to say that i'm really happy that the feeling is reciprocated even if it's just a little bit.

so thank you so much and i love u so much too<3

I was also thinking about how Eto Ranger ended on the idea that an evil force wants to preserve the rotting old world at the cost of the new one, and I feel like that's a fascinating bit of relevance today tbh

Holy shit dude like I hadn't even considered that but you are absolutely correct. With Goal as the representation of humanity's hopes and dreams and creativity, it realky would stand to reason Bagi is representative of not just despair, but humanity's tendency to be unwilling to change and expose ourselves to new ideas

Absolutely massive-brained take as always

Nothing like my landlord showing up without notice and just banging on the front door early in the morning 😑

i literally cant stop thinkin’ about highschoolbully!gojo who used to be your ride or die ‘til he started getting attention from those popular jock type guys who are always assholes to everyone. and him being.. well, him means he preens under attention no matter who it’s from, so naturally he started to gravitate towards that group and their little troop of cheerleading fangirls. and then he started distancing from you and without either of you really realizing it, you’ve slipped between the other’s fingers. but the way he acts towards you makes you think he let you fall without moving a muscle to slow you down.

soon enough, a year swings by and by the end of it he’s gone from your life, save as just another face in the gaggle of boys who make crude jokes and laugh at smart kids and pop milk cartoons during lunch just for the hell of it. but you’re minding your own business, ‘cause you’re mature enough to realize that people come and go, no matter how close you might’ve been and you think it’s unfortunate that so many memories could be thrown aside in a blink of an eye, but it makes a lot of sense when you walk past satoru and his friends bullying some random kid. you don’t know him, but you’ve heard enough to realize it’s his girlfriend satoru’s flirting with while his ‘gang’ kick at the kid. and it’s sickening, but you don’t say anything when you walk by.

and when you don’t ever see the kid afterward and catch the dark eyebags under his girlfriend’s eyes, you come to the cruel realization that satoru isn’t the boy who’d bandage the scrape on your knee you got from tripping in the playground or buy you a soda because he’s noticed your sweat when you were walking home and you don’t have any money left on you.

it’s a glass half empty, half full type of situation. on the one hand, you don’t have him anymore. on the other hand, you don’t have him anymore. that is, you lost your best friend, but you’ve also lost someone who has the potential to absolutely ruin your life. and you don’t know whether to be glad or not, so you just mind your own business even if it hurts a little when he ignores you, stops tossing paper at your head in class (unless it’s to embarrass you) and stops walking you to and from school.

but the cherry on top of the shit cake is that he doesn't get it. so when he approaches you in the library one day after satiating the need to tear pages from books and make them into paper airplanes to throw at people, he doesn't seem to understand why you try to ignore him, or put off his attempts to hold a convo. but the worst part is that he's just sleazy and clueless about it. it's like he took an eraser and wiped every single year of your friendship off the chalkboard with one fell swipe, and you wish he'd done that too to the less-than-appropriate messages he and his friends had written towards one of your classmates.

he doesn't understand why you're hesitant to talk, and that's what makes it the worst. he always thinks he's in the right, and he keeps setting you off and it sucks that he knows exactly what sets you off. "i'm an asshole? what're you talking about? really, you're in over your head. you never change." he laughs, and you ignore him, and he gets bored, and he's about to leave when he spots your wallet open next to your book, on the table. there's a polaroid peeking out, and he recognizes the tufts of white hair to be him. but there's a weird feeling in his chest, and he thinks he gets it from you, so he leaves because he thinks you're weird.

and it goes on; you practically become a nobody in satoru's eyes, because of that weird, weird feeling you give him. it's unfamiliar and he's never gotten it before and he doesn't like it. but it's unavoidable when your professor pairs you two for the end-of-term project. and of course, you're ready to do all the work, because that's how it always was between you when you were kids. but sometimes he'd surprise you by helping, and he'd show you that he was actually intelligent just to earn your praise because he liked it. but he ignored you, and you did everything, and it would've been okay if not for his friends egging him on to present your entire project when the day came and leave you with no content for a grade.

that's the first time it hits him: does he really want to do that? but it's not like it'll be the first time; you've always taken the hits for him, because you're naturally smart and you'll pick yourself back up in no time, and you get why he does it, so it'll be okay. so he agrees, and he enjoys the time he gets to spend with you through it, but the nagging weird feeling that blooms in his chest like a pesky weed only grows stronger. that's all his feelings ever seem to do around you.

but before you know it, presentation day swings around. you had coffee this morning (on his card), and you're ready enough to shoot him a small smile that sends his heart a-flutter. so you go up, feeling up to the task and ready until— he starts talking, and talking, and talking, and people don't think that he's taking your words out of your mouth because he's intelligent when he wants to make you praise him and you don't get the chance to get a word in and you notice the guys are laughing and hitting each other's shoulders to themselves in the upper rows and before you know it it's over. people are clapping but moreso they're looking at you and they're whispering— but it's terribly loud and they don't bother to hide it. they call you things that shouldn't bother you but they do anyway, because it's satoru's fault, and you're such a fool for thinking you could have it your way again.

so you leave class early, excusing yourself and ignoring the way your professor gives you a distasteful look and scribbles something next to your name. you're out the door in a second, neglecting your bags and satoru's a little lost because— didn't he just do good? people were clapping, and laughing with him and not at him, but it's attention either way so he doesn't mind. so why do you? why did you look at him like he stabbed you in the back? and his friends are calling his name, and he wishes he could chase after you and do something but he doesn't.

and it's a little sickening what they do next; one of their girls grabbed your bags and tossed it to them, and they've started rifling through it as if they own it, tearing up your shit and dumping everything onto the ground and he's kind of just... glued to the chair by his feelings. his heart feels like it's been patched together and the weird fuzzy feeling he had in his chest that's been cultivating has extinguished to be replaced with something he realizes he's only ever felt when it comes to you— guilt.

he's so lost in his thoughts that he doesn't realize his friend is silently offering him something— nudging his side to get his attention. he takes it without really realizing he moved his hand, and his silent friend with the gauges in his ears and the dark hair gets up and leaves without another word. when satoru looks down, he realizes he's been given your wallet. "the reward for betraying your baby," they call it. like all you're worth is the money in your account.

he's a little curious. that's how he's always been; asking you questions, rummaging through your stuff, laughing sheepishly and shaking it off when you caught him red-handed. so he opens it up, ignoring your sad little cards and the funny look on your license. he's looking for something, subconsciously; but he doesn't find it. there's no white tuft of hair to suggest his presence in your life; just empty black leather. nothing else.

and he doesn't see you after. or the following day. or the following weeks; weeks that turn into months that turn into the end of school and he's graduating but you're not by his side. and neither are his so called 'friends'; the only thing he has to their name is your own ruined friendship. it's a shame; he feels alone. very alone. no fuzzy weird feeling, not even that thing people call guilt. no attention to chase, and connections are ever harder to make. it shouldn'tve mattered that much, right? it was just a presentation. why wouldn't you just come back to him like you always did? were you not still friends...?

but the blood is still on his hands, and he doesn't manage to ever wash it off. guilt has a way of festering; of weighing on the heart 'till there's nothing left to feel or think but unfortunate circumstance and what could've been done differently. it just sucks that he never tried hard enough to keep you from slipping between his grasp. and now, he doesn't even have a polaroid to your friendship's name.

pt.2

The always weird feel when a program/game makes changes and the older players (gatekeepers) kick up a fuss about how it changes things regardless how bitterly people (general, perhaps not them) complained about how it used to be set up.

It is interesting to see the different approaches to how the game is played via these complaints. Things it doesn't even occur to me to notice are really important to them