i can’t stop laughing about how many people have seen vox machina together in their entirety
and at least some of them have to have noticed that every single member of the party wears a single stud earring on one ear but never saw them actually use the earrings to communicate
so they’re just out there, assuming that the saviors of tal’dorei decided at some point that the only true way to express their friendship was for all of them to go out and get identical friendship earrings
As soon as I saw the list of the anime shows they got I shed a tear because some of those are easily the most anticipated of the season. None of them will ever be talked about at least not the degree they would if they were on CR.
The list for their summer catalogue is as follows…
Look at this list, I bet to about 90% of anime fans at least 2 titles on here are on your most anticipated list.
For those that are confused AS is a newly launched service by Amazon that streams anime essentially competing with CR and Funimation.
To put it bluntly, it’s a nightmare. A clear example of the monopoly Amazon is trying to become and it’s bad news. They’re trying to buy out all the amazing shows make them exclusively for this service which btw is only accessible to Amazon Prime users in USA. The rest of the world does not exist to them.
Amazon Strike’s #1 issue is it’s Double Paywall. In order to watch AS you need to be an AP user and that is $10 a month. Now for me that is not the issue because I’ve been a Prime user since I was 19 and still till this day. However you then have to pay an additional $4.99 a month to have the channel. That is the issue. To me AP users should get this for free, and none AP users should pay 4.99 a month only. In total you’re looking at $160 a year for this service. The most expensive anime streaming platform and it’s got the smallest library of choices as well.
The #2 issue is it’s Simulcast schedule or lack thereof. Anime Strike does not promote the titles they stream. The only thing they do is tell you when it’s available and it’s available hours or even days after it aires. So that new episode of Re Creators you wanted to watch or that new episode of Dive!! or Welcome to the Ballroom that just aired? Yeah that episode will not be available for hours on end, or even days. And sometimes will just be skipped and not released in subs. This has happened many times already within the Winter and Spring seasons. Do they tell their costumers about any of this? Nope they do not say a single word. Essentially all the titles they purchase are just simply their to hostage them and make sure that CR and Funi doesn’t get it and while the amount of money they poured to the anime developers and studio is probably huge it won’t pay off in the long run. Mainly because their product will be widely ignored by the masses or heavily illegally streamed.
The #3 issue with Anime Strike is it’s Subtitles. The subtitles are the worse. Don’t flow well at all. Late. Mistranslations galore. It’s just really really bad.
The #4 issue with AS is their complete and utter lack of care for the anime community. All they care about is money. They made it crystal clear when they got into the business that they knew the anime community was passionate and would pay money for their product. That’s it. They don’t want to get involved with the community, they don’t even care if their licenses do well. All they care about is driving CR/Funi out of business so they’re the only game in town and we will then have no other choice but to do as they want. All that money that their paying the anime studios, well that’s gonna disappear. Cause once their the only big game in town then they can then afford to negotiate actual prices.
Do not support Anime Strike. Boycott it! Let them know via social media that what they’re doing is wrong and unethical. They’re in this business for all the wrong reasons. Normally I am completely against anything but legal streaming because I want to do my part in helping the industry but I refuse to cooperate with these people that do not care about anything but money. So this Summer season, if you want to watch those titles you know what you have to do, become a pirate. Wave that pirate flag proudly, do not support AS.
And if you need any clearer sign that AS does not care about us take a gander at what it’s offering to people that subscribe to their service…
Yes a WHITEWASHED version of GITS that was almost universally hated by the Anime community is the kind of thing we want…
They’re completely tone deaf and do not care. Do not support Anime Strike.
“Alright! Another win for Voltron!” Hunk shouts animatedly as he wraps an arm around Keith’s shoulder, shaking him as he cheers, “Did you guys see how Keith dodged that laser beam when one of the Galras tried to sneak up on him? Keith, buddy, that was amazing! You totally flipped them!”
Keith laughs as he takes off his helmet and brushes Hunk’s praise off. “What? No, come on! Are you kidding? Were you even present when your Lion completely crushed that rock and saved the entire village? Because I was and it was out of this planet, man.”
“Okay, guys, but I think I speak for everyone that the best part was when we formed Voltron and we completely destroyed that Robeast because Shiro’s plan was on point!” Pidge cuts in, grinning behind her shoulder to meet their leader, “If it hadn’t been for your quick thinking, the battle would have taken a lot longer.”
Shiro chuckles from his place besides Allura and waves the compliments off with a hand. “No way. The plan was a success because your plants held the Robeast long enough for us to make a move, Pidge. You have been improving a lot since the day we found of about your Lion’s power.”
Lance watches from the sidelines as he stands besides Coran, a few feet away from the team. He smiles fondly as he hears them cheer and praise each other, their adrenaline and enthusiasm that always come from a winning battle still running through their blood.
“Wait, wait, but did you guys notice when Lance –” Keith’s sentence is suddenly cut off when the Prince of the Royal Family from the Kingdom they just saved clears his throat abruptly, catching everyone’s attention and making Keith’s proud grin to dim, replacing it with a frown.
“On behalf of my people and my Mother, I would like to express our gratitude towards the brave Paladins of Voltron who saved us today and forevermore, for it is their duty to defend and serve this Universe from the claws of evil.” The Prince says, voice high and powerful.
He stares into each of the Paladin’s eyes before they fall on Allura. “Princess Allura, please, as a thank you, allow us to escort you and the entire team to our Castle in order to present you an exquisite and well deserved banquet in your honor.”
Allura smiles and opens her mouth to respond but Lance’s voice beats her to it.
“Sure, dude!” He shouts happily, walking a few steps until he’s standing beside Allura and Shiro. “A banquet is always appreciated! I mean, Voltron really kicked some serious ass today if you know what I mean.” Lance can hear the way his team groan and chuckle at his words, too used to Lance’s cocky facade and he can feel Allura’s playful smack of her hand on his ribs.
Lance’s grin fades when the Price stares down at him unamused and something inside him drops unpleasantly.
“Blue…Paladin, of course.” The Prince says, a bore and uninterested tone on the back of his tone as he forces a rigid polite smile, “While I agree with you on the fact that Voltron surely won this battle by their own hands, I have to ask…”
He pauses, letting his words linger in the air as he takes a step towards Lance and clicks his tongue.
“Why are you on the team? I’m sure that your … talents, if you even have some, can be of much assistance back in the Castle.”
Lance’s smile falls and he hears the way someone behind him takes a sharp intake of breath but Lance doesn’t bother to turn around to found out who exactly.
“Well, I am the Blue Paladin. I have to be where the team is, of course.” Lance says, mouth twitching in what he hopes to be a smile but ends up being a grimace.
The Prince clicks his tongue once again and shakes his head as if in disappointment. “Ah, my apologies, Blue Paladin. I had just assumed that you were just filling the spot for the time being until the true Blue Paladin claimed the title.”
Lance doesn’t need to turn around to know what’s happening behind his back. He can feel the tense air that has settled on the team. He can hear the hard shallow pants from Hunk’s end as the Yellow Paladin tries to suppress the urge to lunge at the Prince. He can hear the soft faint sound of Shiro’s arm activating itself along with Keith’s bayard. He can even feel Pidge’s deathly glare that goes through him to get to their target that is the Prince.
He feels the grip of Allura’s hand on his suit tighten and the way Coran’s hand find its way until it’s resting on his shoulder.
But the Prince doesn’t. He doesn’t see, feel or sense any of what Lance does because they are not his team, they are Lance’s.
The Prince continues.
“No offense, Blue Paladin, but I had actually thought that Princess Allura here was the rightful Paladin for the Blue Lion. Having her leadership and power aside, she seems to be such a good fit for the title.”
Lance doesn’t disagree.
“Of course, I might be wrong. After all, there must be a reason why you are fighting besides Voltron itself. I speak out only because I believe your talents have been blurred by being surrounded by such powerful people and I’m merely concerned about the efficiency in future battles, thinking that your efforts may not be good enough –”
Lance can’t even come up with a response because suddenly there’s a body rushing past him and then Keith is standing there, pressing his Marmora Blade against the Prince’s neck.
“Would you like to say that again? Just to make sure I have the right motive to make you regret those words?” Keith hisses, face inches away from the Prince’s.
“Keith.” Coran calls, sharp and with a hidden warning, “Step back from the Prince, right now, Young Paladin.”
“But Coran –!”
Keith growls but ends up taking a step back, his scowl deep in his face as he glares at the Prince from a distance.
“Prince Yult,” Allura says, voice tight and on edge as she releases Lance’s suit and takes a step forward, “While we appreciate your hospitality, you have no right to –”
“Princess Allura, if I may?” Lance cuts off, quiet but firm as he raises his chin high, staring at her evenly.
Allura stares right back, eyebrows furrowed in confusion before she nods.
“Prince Yult.” Lance addresses respectfully and waits until the royal nods at him before he continues, “I can understand your confusion about my position as a Paladin and your concern around the topic. My team’s talent and power is unmeasured and it’s not something anyone can live up to.”
“Lance…” Keith mumbles behind him but Lance continues.
“Which is why I must ask of you, not to doubt my team’s efficiency based on their one weakness that is me.”
“Lance, that’s enough.” Shiro snaps, low and dangerous but Lance doesn’t stop.
“Rest reassured, your highness.” Lance smiles, tight and forced, “That Voltron shall continue winning more battles and I will not be a liability to the team.”
“Buddy, come on, stop –”
“Now, if you excuse me, your highness.” Lance says, cutting Hunk’s plead short, “I shall take my leave. I’m sure the rest of the team would love to meet the Queen, but I sadly need to go back to the Castle and stand guard.”
Lance doesn’t wait for an answer. He turns around, ignoring the way Keith reaches out to him and how the rest of the team calls his name.
Boku no Hero Academia Fiction Recommendation Master Post
I have decided my new favorite anime and its fandom deserves some appreciation. Every work I recommend are - in my personal opinion - beautiful and I want everyone to read them. If you see your work up here that’s cause I loved it to the moon and back! I welcome suggestions too!
U.A.’s Heroics Division’s Class A was graduating. Moving on. Never coming back. And Izuku is going to be left behind, solidly trapped in a prison of his own making. There might be a few things that could make it more bearable, though.
Summary: Todoroki felt his own breath drop in temperature as the nerves settled in, steam rising with each steady exhale. He continued to stare, as if expecting the same to happen to Midoriya when he caught a whiff of cool mint as the boy spoke, face inches from his. In which Midoriya has a better grasp on the changes happening in Todoroki than Todoroki himself.
Summary: There was no magical moment that played a part in Midoriya’s realization that he liked Todoroki. The thin red string that greeted him every time he looked down at his hand was an obvious factor, yes, but it wasn’t love at first sight either. It sorta just… happened over time.
Summary: The law is clear: whoever correctly answers three riddles will marry the prince, while all who fail are to be executed. The people live in fear as more challengers try and fail, and the throne grows bloodier with every passing year. But a young prince, nameless and in exile from his home, believes there may be more to this brutal challenge than meets the eye. Of course, there’s only one way to find out: ring the gong, and take the trial.
It’s been judged safe to send the students of UA home to their families for the first three weeks of summer, much to the relief of everyone whose name isn’t Todoroki Shouto. Luckily, Midoriya has a solution for him, and Midoriya Inko has a lot of love to give.
Summary: Izuku has never been one to curse but the only way to describe himself as his mother hugs him goodbye that morning, is royally fucked.He’s really, truly glad no one in their class has a mind-reading quirk because from the minute his feet touched warm sand, his mind has been screaming in tune to the same famous classical overtures Tenya listens to when they study together. Occasionally, the music pauses just long enough for his brain to point out observations about Shouto that make Izuku want to stick his head under the waves and just breathe in.
Note to self: don’t accidentally fall in love with a prince who’s in an arranged marriage keeping your kingdoms from declaring war against each other. Especially when you’re spying on him as his manservant.
Summary: It starts —like all ideas that inevitably lead to one’s downfall do— with something akin to this: Midoriya Izuku. Midoriya Izuku and a five-story house by the beach, completely devoid of any entry-fee –save for the one where Todoroki has to pretend to be Deku’s boyfriend. All-in-all though, not an awful price to pay for the vacation of their dreams, right? Right?
It’s Wednesday morning when Izuku’s mother texts him to remind him about his cousin’s wedding coming up the following weekend, and it’s Wednesday evening, when Izuku’s back in his room after classes and has time to call her, that she tells him she can’t go to the wedding with him.
Summary: In his third year at UA, Todoroki Shouto works in a burger place, catches on fire and falls in love. Only two of those things are on purpose. Or…Todoroki Shouto’s exciting adventures in customer service.
Shouto Todoroki is a cold Pro Hero who never uses his fire side. He refuses to be like his father, Endeavor, but every day it seems like he’s becoming more like him. Shouto meets up with Izuku Midoriya, a quirkless Pro Hero counselor and discovers that his power is his own. Also… he might be falling in love with his counselor. // AU where Deku never received One for All and became a quirk counselor instead!
Summary: … It wasn’t that he was annoyed. Okay, maybe he was a little annoyed, but that was just the lack of sleep talking. Because a certain explosive punk thought it was a good idea to test the flammability of his sheets at 2 in the morning. Every single morning. (In which Bakugou’s quirk wakes Kirishima up, and Kirishima gets way too invested in his bro’s well-being.)
Summary: "Hey! Wake up you piece of shit! Are you alive?!“ The man winces and scrunches his face in pain but Bakugou continued to hold him in place. Good, he’s alive- Piercing red eyes flutter open and gaze lazily straight at Bakugou’s face and Bakugou feels his heart skip a beat. Oh, Fuck- AKA merman! Kirishima au
Bakugou sleeping in the common areas like it’s no big deal seems to give everyone else permission to be just as bizarre, and little by little Kirishima starts learning things about his classmates he never knew.
Bakugou Katsuki and Kirishima Eijirou are paired together for a winter survival assignment! It’s inevitable that the two clash, but neither of them could have predicted an accident at the height of their tension. Trapped in the wilderness at the mercy of the environment, how will the two cope with finding help and mending what was broken?
Summary: “You’re a popsicle biter, you fucking animal,” Bakugou says. “You’re not?” Kirishima says around a mouthful of ice cream. “No,” Bakugou says. “I prefer my teeth unfrozen, thanks.” He wraps his mouth around the popsicle and Kirishima realizes his mistake very, very quickly.
Summary: Bakugou works at a convenience store, flirts like a loser, blows up nineteen aprons, gets a hashtag trending for all the wrong reasons and maybe manages to make a friend. Or…being Bakugou Katsuki is suffering.
Summary: With phone, money, and keys in his pocket, Kirishima wandered around the city for an age. With his legs on auto-pilot his mind wandered too. To the new movie that peppered the streets in posters and trailers, a new move he wanted to practise for another basketball play, wondering about how the current arcs for his favourite manga would turn out in the next issue of Jump. And, of course, he thought about how many of those things he could see and do with Bakugou.
Summary: Once upon a time a lonely beast lived in a manor deep in the forest. He dreamed of the day his true love appeared to break his curse… When a beauty finally appears in his life, it is not quite as he imagined. For who could have thought a beauty would be more of a beast. Or the beauty and the beast AU nobody asked for but here it is.
Not everyone is a fan of Mack Beggs. Because of a backward Texas policy, the transgender teen boy has been forced to wrestle on the girls’ team. And that doesn’t sit well with everyone.
Throughout his undefeated season wrestling for Euless Trinity High School, Beggs’ presence at tournaments was met with boos and jeers. One parent, who alleged Beggs’ hormone therapy treatment gave him an unfair edge over his female competitors, brought a lawsuit against the athletic body in charge.
After all of this fuss and furor, it’s easy to imagine that when the high school junior stepped up to the mat for the girls’ state championships on Saturday he’d have been nervous. Maybe he felt that all eyes were on him for all of the wrong reasons. Maybe he thought that people were waiting for him to fail, or for him to injure one of his female opponents.
But Beggs didn’t hold back. He left it all on the mat, and he won, 12-2. And as he inched closer to the title, something incredible happened.
“I was getting both cheering and booing, but the booing died out after a while because there was more cheering,” Beggs said Tuesday. “That was the moment I knew I had more people supporting me than ever.” Read more(3/1/17 3 PM)
Angie Thomas’ debut novel follows 16-year-old Starr Carter, who
lives in a gang-ravaged neighborhood but goes to school at Williamson Prep,
where she’s only one of a handful of black kids. One day, she’s in the car with
her friend Khalil when he is shot and killed by a cop. The case becomes
national news, putting the dichotomy in Starr’s life into even greater relief.
Thomas tells NPR’s Lulu Garcia-Navarro that, like Starr, she
grew up in two very different worlds. “I went to a mostly white, upper-class
private college … but I was from a neighborhood that is known for all of the
wrong reasons and, for lack of better words, we will call it the hood. So I
knew I had to fight against the stereotype of being a ghetto girl, and I had to
fight even harder to show that I was intelligent and that I was capable of
being there, just like my counterparts.”
1. Sheldon referring to coitus as ‘making love’ for the first time. 2. Making sure Amy knew they weren’t having sex for the wrong reasons. 3. Being all adorable and shy as he talks about what they’re about to do. 4. Leading Amy on as they walk to their bedroom. YUP, I’m dead. Bye world.
It was a September foggy morning when we met. I caught your eyes and something inside me in that very moment just knew you were trouble. Maybe because you held that cigarette in a certain way, or maybe was the way you used to pronounce my name, always in a low tone, like you were tasting every single syllable in your lips. It made me shiver and it made me uncomfortable, and something along the lines of getting out of my comfort zone for a while made you just irresistible.
You told me you weren’t nice to people because when you are you get hurt and fucked over, I told you I had the same problem. And then a month later, I broke down my shell for you and was nice, I showed you I actually cared. I guess that was my mistake, because you were no different from the rest. I guess you were so scared of being fucked over you decided to screw me over instead.
And there was this day when I woke up and I just couldn’t do it anymore. I stood there in front of you, shaking as I gathered up all of my courage and asked, “Do you hate me?”
You gave me that stupid, skeptical look. “Of course not.”
You looked into my eyes with those beautiful amber pools, the ones no one had ever bothered to notice except me.
“You’re always so kind to me.” Those words shot through my heart like an arrow. Tears started to spill down my somber cheeks.
“Then why are you always so cruel to me?” I whispered. Then it hit me. Like a truck, right through my heart. And in that moment my brain knew, what my heart just wasn’t ready to realize.
I loved you. I saw the future, the brightness and the fireworks.
You kinda liked me. You saw the milky skin, the soft hair and the red lips.
The edge of your lips tasted like desire catching fire.
And mine, like a mix of true love and a sweet romance.
You never wrote me poems. And I am still writing about you.
We were never in love. We would fuck in you car or on your bed where others girls had been or in the shower or while I was crying.
We saw each other naked so often I have the image painted on the back of my eyelids. You ripped my underwear off. You always liked me more when I was vulnerable. I woke you up with kisses, you woke me up with hickies.
And for a long time, I thought they were the same thing.
I asked you once while we both got drunk why it was that I could write novels about you until the words got tired of being anagrams of your name — but at the same time you would never reciprocate. You took a sip of your drink, blew a smoke ring and broke it with your finger.
“Dunno,” you said. We would fuck again later. And that to me, was the closest I was of being loved, adored, liked, worshiped even. But it was not even close to that.
It was carnal, pathetic and almost disgusting. Those are the only adjectives I can give to our so called relationship.
“Is it a crime to be halfway in love with someone?” I used to ask in those drunk moments, the tears I would never let you see, always stinging.
“Can I still feel something for you, after we told each other everything. After you betrayed and lied and never listened to me?” You would meet my eyes, looking confused as if you never promised anything, and it was true, you never did.
“You don’t have to feel anything. Maybe it’s better if you don’t.”
I did messed up all the lines from the Great Gatsby. I fell for all the wrong reasons. You had a green light smile with a gun prodding the center of my back, and I was so lost in your senseless acts that I, for a long time, thought it could be close to love.
And my love for you was like a penny. It wasn’t much, but it’s all I had, and you threw it on the ground like it was nothing.
I craved that side of you that you didn’t show to anyone else.
You only craved the parts of me that was exposed to everyone else.
I said I loved you.
You said that the difference between sex and love is that sex relieves tension and love causes it.
To sum up, I saw someone worth falling for, you saw a body and a potential fuck.
I once found you sitting on my floor staring at a picture from when I was young.
“God,” you said, “I really fucked you up.” And then finally, my last words, “I hope it hits you like a truck every time you hear my name that you never fucked me up. But how badly you fucked us up.”
And like that, you broke the heart. I never even knew I had. I remember talking with my best friend once I left you. She asked if I really were in love with you.
I had never realized that, after all you’d put me through, no one had ever even asked me that.
Within milliseconds everything came rushing back to my mind. I thought of all the 3 am conversations and secret shared glances in the hallway. I thought of how I opened my heart to you and let you in like I hadn’t done in a really long time. I thought of how you ripped it straight out of my chest and tore it to pieces. I thought of the 3 am tears shed into my pillow and the texts left unopened. I thought of how you broke my heart, and how you were the first person to ever do that.
I closed my eyes as four of the most important words I had ever spoken were about to come out of my mouth.
“No, no I wasn’t.”
I decide then that love is a terrible, terrible thing. Loving someone as fiercely…must be like wearing your heart outside of your body with no skin, no bones, no nothing to protect it.
And loving you? That was impossible. You were worth a fuck, not a lifetime story.
easy to read these high-profile stories and think they’re strange,
one-time occurrences — but for those who play games online, these
displays of toxic masculinity are an everyday reality.
And if you don’t
fit the stereotype of a gamer — meaning you’re not a straight, white
male — these racist, sexist and homophobic online encounters with total
strangers are much more likely to occur.
what effect do these more high-profile incidents have on the
gaming world at large? Do they spark change within communities or simply
model bad behavior that normal gamers will be all too eager to emulate?
We spoke with Kat Lo — a Ph.D. student and researcher in online
communities and harassment at University of California, Irvine — to suss
it all out. Read more (5/4/17)
Let’s be real, if you are only beginning to pay attention to Jin because it’s been revealed that he comes from a well off background, you are appreciating him for all the wrong reasons. Jin is more than a pretty face or the son of a CEO. He’s Kim Seokjin.
Appreciate him for his mental encyclopedia of dad jokes.
His angelic voice (that we need to hear more of). diD yOu seE hiS sOlo sOnG
A W A K E 13/10 recommend
Did I mention his smile His laughter is a plus too
His hardwork and determination. With his background, he could have easily decided to just take over his father’s business or something like that. But no. Jin realized that he wanted to pursue music and he did it. I really admire how he choose to make a name for himself as and Idol while also studying at college. That takes a lot of character.
How this boy actually has a precious fondness for Mario how pure is that
HOw this boy cares for the other members he isn’t the mom of the group for nothing
JSUT HOW HE INTERACTS WITH THE OTHER BOYS MAKES MY DAy
I could go on, but yeah. Jin is very handsome and talented. But he’s so much more than just a pretty face. HE’s a lot of things. BTS wouldn’t be BTS without Kim Seokjin.