im actually interested in something??? yall??? i just??? im gonna cry i actually haven’t felt interest in something new in ages and the past month and a half has been one big depression slump but im??? feeling again???
theres just a what-if here about ritsu getting just a bit of psychic empathy and achieving the rest with his writers brain, and theres also a headcanon about mob not being a very good singer or not playing any instrument but being able to whistle very well
I remember theres a word for that, the very good whistler thing, from a jeffery deaver book Ive read, but I cant find it in my memory anymore
It’s necessary to me, in my shipping headcanons, that amidst my drive to get
the hot boys (or girls!) to fuck eachother, I stop to consider
the canon ships that I’m displacing. Particularly
when these characters are women, whose role in fiction is too often
marginalized, I find it important that they not be dismissed and vilified, but
treated with respect.
Why I ship Zukka, where that leaves Mai, and basic
psychological ramblings under the cut!