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OFFICIAL ORB CONTENT!! YAY!!
is the fact that orb's last episode will air tomorrow making you sad? SAME!! so, if you're a fan starving for more official content, then look no more :3 the author of orb drew little sketches for every episode of the series as it was airing - you can find them here (≧∇≦)ﾉ
i think this is my favorite one when it comes to the more serious ones 😭
NOT ONLY THAT, BUT THE ANIME'S DIRECTOR HAS BEEN POSTING ORB DRAWINGS, TOO!! there's not a lot of em, but they're beautiful. similarly, you can find all of them on twitter / x. this shit makes me want to cry yall :((
draka is beautiful, too 💔
but, back to the author's sketches: there's a LOT of silly ones, too!! my favorite is badeni using the remote and being insanely cool, as always..
however, our other male protagonists didn't find modern technology to be very... intuitive, so to say.
meanwhile jolenta kept that remote safe for all these years. you go girl!!
santa nowak and draka with a visa card are hilarious, too.
and that's not all so!! if you're feeling down after finishing the show, then make sure to check all of these out ( •̀ ω •́ )✧
prequel to this iguess🤥
you were a full time job I thought I'd never miss
I just wanted them to be happy together
Nijimura bros. headcanon lore, tw abuse
This is part of my AU lore, their story is a bit different from canon.
Their mother died when Keicho was 6 and Oku was 2 (they're four years apart), their father simply stopped caring about them, beside the usual abuse. Keicho had to steal a bit of the money Dio sent to Mansaku in order to buy just some groceries for him and Oku, who was too small to understand anything. Mama was gone and his big brother was stressed out beyond relief, and he couldn't do anything to help.
Then Mansaku became that goopy monster and things looked... Better, somewhat. He was completely docile, he never tried to hurt them again, but Keicho was terrified at the idea of someone finding out and possibly taking the brothers apart.
So he forbid Okuyasu from going out, he locked all doors and windows, they acted like the house was abandoned for years. And in his obsession to keep Oku safe, he became the very thing he swore to destroy: he turned into a control freak, punishing and belittling his little brother over the dumbest things. Maybe he thought that if Oku hated him, he won't be sad if he eventually died?
Fast forward the RHCP incident.
Keicho is lying lifeless on those power cables, under his terrified brother's eyes. The Hand swipes at the body, bringing him back on the rooftop, desperately holding onto the hope he's still alive. Josuke heals Keicho out of pity, he knows he's too late.
But that doesn't stop Oku from trying and restarting his heart again, and... It works?
Keicho is alive but far from well, he has failed everything: his goal, his brother, his desire. He falls into depression, he doesn't care anymore about the arrow or his father (who is currently under the Speedwagon's foundation care: his ability to regenerate could help immensely with new cures), he just wallows in regret for everything he has done.
It takes Okuyasu a good while to coax him out of his room, no matter how much he tells him he's not mad, everything is okay, I would never hate you. Still, Keicho has a very hard time forgiving himself for what he did in the past. Okuyasu might have the heart of an angel, but that doesn't erase what he had to endure for all those years.
On the bright side!!! Their brothership is back to somewhat normal, they just need to learn how to be patient without jumping at each other's throat. Keicho is actually a great big brother, the cool kind that picks you up from school with the sickest motorbike and scares the bullies away with just One Look™.
Aaand that's just some rant about them things, lemme know if yall want some softer headcanons like their fav food or stuff like that
I could talk about them for hours <3
Part 2!! I feel like every time I draw them they look different. It also doesn’t help that in the last part I forgot to add in Tim’s freckles but that’s okay we’ll just ignore that detail!
https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZP8jS4wks/
enjoy!!! i cried a little ngl
the i already have this saved in my jjk folder
🚬🚬🚬🚬was not expecting to cry today thank you toke
Me, first time listening to “Six” just vibin to the beat
Me, after looking up the lyrics then hearing it again:
I resonate with this so bad fr. Deb is always whining and complaining for stuff that is, in 90% of the cases, her own fault.
Sofia has no business in existing nor complaining to Dexter. And that whole stunt she pulled kissing the other guy to make Dex jealous as if he'd care? That was so stupid!
And don't get me started on Harry! I could write entire paragraphs on how much I can't stand that man and all he did and said. I've been calling him Victor Frankenstein for as long as I can remember. He created a, as he perceived, monster to then be completely repulsed by it and preferred suicide than dealing with it? Oh give me a break ffs
sofia pisses me off too like girl dexter is not ur bf he never was he clearly didn’t want u. and deb needa stfu too like why are you getting so mad at everything like this ho screams at them at LEAST 3 times an episode. and harry can go suck a fuck too he ruined brian AND dexters lives. laguerta is a cunt too. mostly everyone else is chill tho. brian and dexter are perfect angels tho they can do no wrong. ok rant over bye
I mainly post Yuri on Ice stuff BUT I made this piece and wanted to post it cause I love Nennen and Wangwang so much and they don’t get enough attention, their story made me cry it was so sad and bittersweet, and DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON YASRATCHA, especially with the most recent episodes 😭
I love when tragedies are like...
Falsettos (2017) dir. Matthew Diamond
Please don't scape👋
Please help us🙏
the situation is very difficult after we lost everything in the war
My brothers and I love education, and my father wants to open a project.
#very important
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i was plotting when i put these two next to each other on my wall fr 😭
Yeah, I think I'm still bitter about this…
breacon and hope get married and all the powers theyve served have to stop killing eachother for one day to attend the wedding because everyone likes those guys and wants to support them
if there's an sbg fic i've probably already read it not once but at the very least 3 times
Hey so that Tag Der Toten ending-
Scroll past this if you haven't seen it yet, my thoughts will be in the tags
Legacy is not leaving something for people. It’s leaving something in people. —Peter Strople
looks 💞 they deserved better
I’m back, several weeks late, holding my barely canonical memes
Dani + Jamie : The Happy Years
“At long last, deep within the au pair’s heart, there was peace, and that peace held for years, which is more than some of us ever get.”
i just fucking realized lena's eyeliner and clothing is the same colour and almost the same shade of nat's hair in ohio. i'm cryinggg these two own my heart
feeling electric being cut from future productions of next to normal after the 2008 off bway sucks
Filing a P-90
“Young man, a few moments of your time?”
CT-0102 looked up, confused.
“...how so?” the trooper asked. “You’re, uh, if you want to talk, you can just talk. If you have orders, go ahead and give them. Ma’am.”
“I’d rather not force you to discuss something,” the elderly woman said, by way of explanation. “I was wondering if you had a perspective on… weapons.”
“Weapons,” 102 repeated. “I guess… I’ve been trained with them? Using weapons is my job, I mean? Does that count as an opinion?”
“It might,” the old woman said. “But I meant more the philosophy of why a weapon exists.”
She shrugged, one hand resting for a moment on a long box by her side. “And, in particular, whether a weapon’s design tells us something about what it’s meant for.”
“This is getting dangerously philosophical, ma’am,” 102 admitted. “It’s above my pay grade.”
“It’s not above mine, I think,” the woman told him. “If you don’t want to talk, say so. I give you that permission, if you need it. But what I mean is that, for example… a lightsaber is a Jedi’s weapon, and that means that it’s a weapon of defence and of decisive attack. A lightsaber in trained hands is able to both protect others and to bring a quick end to any fight, and the respect it earns from those who see it can prevent a fight in the first place… a blaster, meanwhile, well, it depends on the blaster, doesn’t it?”
“I suppose that’s true, ma’am,” 102 admitted, glancing up for a moment as the turbulence around the ship increased – for a moment, at least.
There wasn’t anything he could do about it, so he just shrugged.
“A small pistol is intended to be concealed,” the woman went on. “It’s a weapon of self defence, but it’s also a weapon for committing an unexpected crime. While a larger, more powerful pistol, that’s a weapon of intimidation. It’s bulky enough to be difficult to conceal, and it’s less accurate than a long weapon, so it’s for both scare tactics and bringing a battle to a quick end. So does that mean it’s like a lightsaber?”
102 considered that.
“Our training covered how to handle most weapons, but it didn’t really address the cultural side of things,” he admitted. “We mostly focused on weapons for once a fight is inevitable.”
“Quite,” the woman agreed – 102 hadn’t actually got her name at any point. “The long rifle, which is designed for military efficiency on a battlefield. Harder to conceal in civilian life, almost impossible in fact, but it’s more effective than most weapons on a battlefield… at least, until you start dealing with either larger targets that they simply can’t damage, or more confined spaces where you want a shorter weapon. They share the attribute of being practical.”
She looked at his eyes, through the helmet. “Isn’t that interesting?”
“I guess,” 102 said, not really sure how to react. “Why do you say that?”
The woman was silent for several seconds, and as she was CT-0102 heard over the battalion push that they were getting close to their deployment point.
“If you don’t mind, I’d prefer this gunship to take up an overwatch position,” the woman said. “I do apologize, I should have mentioned it sooner.”
She pulled the box over to her, and undid the latches, then paused before opening it.
“What about this description of a weapon?” she asked. “A weapon that is designed for killing?”
102 blinked.
“Aren’t… most weapons designed for killing?” he asked. “That’s why they’re weapons.”
“Not at all,” the woman replied. “As we’ve just discussed. Your rifle is designed for practical battlefield use. Weight, length, shot count, rate of fire, all these considerations went into making it. Many other weapons are shaped by different design constraints entirely – a hold-out pistol, or a large heavy blaster. A lightsaber. I’m talking about a weapon that isn’t designed for a fight at all. That isn’t designed to be seen. That’s meant to be used as sparingly as possible, because you’re only meant to use it in the very direst need.”
She pushed open the box, and revealed a kind of long weapon, perhaps a blaster and perhaps not. It looked archaic, with some of the furniture made of actual wood and the rest out of something 102 couldn’t even identify, and there were odd protuberances and glowing blue segments on it.
“For such a weapon, all other considerations would be secondary to lethality,” the woman said. “If they were involved at all. It’s not intended to be involved in a battle, where you try to defeat the enemy; it’s not intended for a warning shot. The only purpose is to kill, and it is only to be used when there is no better choice.”
She knelt down on the floor of their gunship, and a few seconds later the Commander called out the launch order. Their assault ship was passing over the target zone, and all the gunships deployed.
Below, 102 could see the desert, and the darting red shapes of Aethersprite starfighters giving them cover against Geonosian fighter craft. More gunships were deploying, blasts going left and right, and 102 grabbed onto the handles overhead with a free hand for stability.
The woman didn’t seem to notice.
Instead, she took something from her belt, and slotted it into the weapon. It lit up, and she tapped a few controls before snugging the stock of the weapon into her shoulder.
“It’s a shame, you know,” she said, almost conversationally. “He was a great friend of mine, once. I thought he still was, until recently.”
“Who was?” 102 asked.
“Dooku,” the woman answered, her voice slightly distracted. “Emotion, yet peace… my old friend, I do not do this for revenge, but to prevent a greater wrong.”
The strange weapon spat out a bolt of brilliant sky-blue light, one that was like a solid bar connecting their gunship to the ground, and the woman hesitated for a moment… then let out a sigh.
“May you find the peace in death that so failed you in life,” she said, in tones of quiet prayer.
“Sorry, but – did you just…” 102 asked.
“What the kriff was that?” the gunship pilot asked, over the comm connection.
“Well, you can view it in two ways,” the Jedi Master said, ejecting her lightsaber from the rifle and examining it. “No, three, I think. Firstly, that my lightsaber and I were united in the need for that to be done. Secondly, that Count Dooku was too great a threat to peace in the galaxy to live. And third…”
Jocasta Nu placed the rifle back in its box.
“Nobody messes with the Jedi Archives,” she concluded.
The erasure of the rest of the band just pissed me off. It's so disrespectful to the rest of the boys. Noah didn't even sing on the album track. One of the best things about the song was that it showcased that bad omens is not just Noah. It's not just the lead singer but also the work of the ENTIRE BAND. Don't get me wrong I love Noah but this was just wrong.