i've never really watched this

  • someone: wow you're really good at binge watching tv shows i've never seen anyone go through an entire series that fast
  • what i say: thanks!! haha I love tv
  • what i mean: i have anxiety and depression and hyperfixating on a fictional world and over analyzing it in my mind helps me forget about all the terrible thoughts i would be having otherwise. and also i really love tv

Tag this with how you’d pass the time and fight off the existential madness of immortality if you were in the 17776 reality

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I really don’t like anime that much, but somehow I’m into this one.

Winter 2017 Wrapup

Kobayashi’s Dragon Maid

Originally posted by xramensoup

I didn’t have many expectations for this show going into it and I ended up pleasantly surprised with it. Kyoani waved their magic wand and made the show absolutely adorable and mostly fluffy, but also included some unexpectedly gorgeous fight scenes between the dragons. The show had some moments of absolute hilarity as well as genuine heart felt moments between Kobayashi and Tohru, but at the same time it had bits that made me go this is everything that’s wrong with anime. Overall I did enjoy it quite a bit, but I don’t think it’s the strongest work Kyoani has done in awhile. 

6/10

Youjo Senki (Saga of Tanya the Evil)

Originally posted by goku-z

Initially this was not a show on my radar but I kept hearing and seeing things here and there about and decided to give it a go once I was done with the season. I didn’t have any expectations because the studio doing it, NUT, is new and the director is also fairly new, so not much to judge off of. But it was a lot of fun! It takes place in alternate universe WWI with magic, and our main character Tanya the Evil is in fact not a very good person. The show sets up and executes how a world war happens, and also has some very real criticisms of human nature and war. My main complaints are s2 please, recycled CG elements (almost entirely background stuff. I’ll give the new studio some slack but it did take away some of the immersion a few times), and occasionally going a little bit too far towards edgy rather than dark. All said and done I thought it was executed well and an enjoyable watch. It’s fun to watch a show where the MC is definitely not a great person, and the side they fight for may be in the wrong, or at least isn’t definitively in the right. If you’re a fan of war shows, I’d give this one a try. 

7/10

KonoSuba S2

Originally posted by hiratzuka

Konosuba is back with more hilarity and hi-jinks from the gang of idiots. Darkness didn’t get a whole lot of focus in the first season, but she does in this one. Her masochistic tendencies are ramped up to the extreme and the show basically makes her the joke at every point possible. Personally I felt like it focused a bit much on her and some of the jokes started to get repetitive, but despite that it never failed to entertain. If you liked the first season you’ll like the second season. The hot springs trip was definitely the highlight of the show, with Aqua’s church cult being an unexpectedly humorous event. Overall a great sequel to the first season, but I think I liked the first season just a bit more. 

7/10

Gabriel Dropout

Originally posted by hiratzuka

For me this was the moe SoL comedy staple of the season. If you’ve seen a few of them already you can basically guess most of the jokes and gags in this one, but it was still fun throughout. I’m always impressed with authors find new ways to somehow get people into a high school and make a SoL comedy out of it. Vigne and Satania stole the show, leaving Gabriel and Raphiel behind for the most part. Doga Koba also did that thing were they have moe SoL down to a science and made it amazingly cute and fluffy. Solid pick for a comedy, but ultimately not much new. 

5/10

Demi-chan (Interviews with Monster girls)

Originally posted by mimi-pearlbaton

The only thing I knew about this show was that it looked cute and Hikari was in fact adorable. I was genuinely impressed with some of the directing in this show. Moe SoLs aren’t typically heralded for their plot and thoughtful discussion of more serious themes, but Demi-chan is a bit of an exception. This sounds like the sort of show that I would enjoy a lot, but I ended up pretty bored with it. I’m not sure why, but I think it’s because of the character dynamics. It was basically Hikari and then two much more subdued characters and the dynamics never really felt quite right. While it was a much more laid back show, it lacked energy when it needed it. I’ll finish it sometime, but I was a little underwhelmed by it. 

5/10

Little Witch Academia

Originally posted by gurikajis

The TV show ended up very different than the OVAs from what I watched. This is not a bad thing, but it meant that my initial expectations of the show were way off. For now I’ve got it on hold until the whole is released on Netflix and I can watch it a lot quicker than once a week. 

-/10

Kemono Friends

Originally posted by srchani

I only watched the first episode to see what all the hullabaloo was about. I intend to finish it at some point, but for now it’s on hold. Honestly it’s a miracle this show even managed to exist. I want to watch just for the sake of the creators. 

-/10

Anime of the season goes too…. Youjo Senki! The show I really knew nothing about ended up impressing me the most. I’m looking forward to more shows from NUT (hopefully S2). Had I watched 3-gatsu or Shouwa Genroku s2 either of those probably would have been AotS, but I didn’t. They are on my list of things to watch though. 

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nine in the afternoon // panic! at the disco

Napstaton x Reader fluff

Raffle Winner One-shot
for @bigfanofpuns
Napstaton x Reader  ||   Underswap Pacifist Surface timeline
Reader specifics:  aerial acrobat.  
… I went a little further and did an aerial acrobat with a specialty in silk acrobatics.

*Hope you like it!


You didn’t know what to expect when you got the call from a rather shy, soft-spoken person that claimed your talents were requested–but of all the possibilities you entertained, standing in front of a literal, smiling robot was never one of them.

“Yo!  You must be Y/N!  Gotta say, it’s great to meet you in-person.  You’re exactly what my next show needs!”

They beam at you, and your eyes sweep over their metallic body, taking in the sight of their blue jacket and matching hat (turned around backwards to sweep the gray locks of hair from their face), the headphones around their neck, and the fist now extended out to you.

“Don’t leave me hangin’, dude.”  The robot shakes their hand toward you, and you finally snap out of your shock to awkwardly fist-bump them.  

“Sorry, I just…”  You trail off, so many different questions running through your mind at once, that it was difficult to pick just one.

“I know, it’s kinda overwhelming meeting a star as big as me, right?”  The robot reaches out and claps a hand on your shoulder, leaning forward.  Your spine stiffens in surprise, but you have to admit… He’s actually really handsome.

And totally a robot.

“I don’t think I know who you are,” you manage, your best apologetic smile plastered on your face.  The robot blinks slowly, pulling back yet not breaking the physical contact.  He stares at you for a moment longer before he suddenly breaks into a grin.

“Ohhh, dude!  You really had me going for a second there.  I doubt there’s a home out there that doesn’t know the name Napstaton.  My NTT line is pretty rad, after all!”

The name sounds vaguely familiar.  But, if this robot’s famous… then…

“How do you know who I am?”

“Your video!”  He releases your shoulder to give you a thumbs up.  "Once I saw how talented you are with acrobatics, I was, like, so entranced!  Holy cow, you’re limber!  How did you even start doing aerial silk shows?“

You feel your face heating up.  It’s always been a passion of yours; you got into gymnastics as a child, and then went from there, using uneven bars to propel yourself into flips and corkscrews mid-air.  But, the moment you saw an aerial silk show, where the acrobat would twist their body between two hanging strips of silk, combining the acrobats you loved with the sensual beauty of the silk, well…

You wanted that to be you.

So, it had become a hobby.  You were known for how versatile your moves were, how you basically made it into a dance.  But, you only did small local performances.  You never expected someone from Ebott City to take notice.  And you especially never expected that someone to be a celebrity robot.  

… Did he even count as a monster?  Would it be incredibly rude to ask?

"It was just something I wanted to try,” you finally answer, finding your voice as the initial shock wears off.  "I’ve always been an acrobat, but the silk shows are something new I’ve been trying.“

Napstaton raises a brow.  It amazes you that their mechanical features are so expressive.  Who in the world built them?  

"Woah, you say that like it’s so easy!  Aren’t you scared of falling?”

You shake your head.  "Nah, I’ve walked tight-ropes before.  As long as the silk is secured well, I won’t fall.“

The robot whistles low, crossing their arms.  "Well, in that case, you’ve got nothing to worry about!  We’ll make sure you won’t literally break a leg.”  They grin wide, and there’s something so charming and relaxed about that expression.  Is it in their programming?  

Or is their something more to them?

You find yourself eager to discover what that something is.


The first day of rehearsal, you sit back and watch the performance.  Napstaton is spinning records and remixing tunes in a massive DJ booth to the side of the stage.  A literal pink ghost is singing, and it’s the same timid voice you heard on the phone before–only it’s beautiful and relaxed when put with the music.  There’s an equally-timid-looking, yet absurdly-muscular horse monster singing backup vocals and adding a deep baritone timbre to the mix.  The two of them harmonize well, especially with the tone of the music.

There’s also a blue-haired rabbit monster is scowling off to the side, dressed up as… the scenery.  In fact, it seems like the only thing he adds to the performance is standing there with a crude bush costume around him, and his head sticking out of a hole.  

You wisely decide not to question it.

The group runs through all of the songs, and you find yourself getting lost in the music.  When they stop, you realize why they’re so popular; they’re mesmerizing, even without the hook of being a monster band.  

Napstaton deftly jumps off the edge of the stage, landing with a metallic clunk in front of you.  They’re wearing their usual charming grin, filled with the content confidence of someone quite comfortable in their own skin–or metal casing, rather.  "Whaddya think?“

"It sounds pretty amazing, honestly,” you respond, your brows raised.

“We always sound rad,” he agrees, although he does seem to brighten at your compliment.  "So, can you make up a routine based on that?  I can give you some CDs with the songs to take home.“

"Yeah, that’ll definitely help.  I can come up with something.”

“Cool!  How about we rehearse again in a week?”


You spend all week listening to the songs and practicing at the studio your friend runs.  You don’t know why, but there’s a part of you that’s eager to impress the robotic celebrity.

You can’t stop thinking about the way they smiled at you, the confidence exuding from them in waves.  They had accomplished so much since ascending from Underground (you finally Googled them, and hoo boy, they weren’t joking when they said everyone knew them.  Their NTT line was everywhere), and yet, they hadn’t been stuck up about it.  Instead, thye’d been warm and friendly, casual even, like you were friends despite just meeting.  

It was refreshing, and you want to make sure your routine is perfect.  If you play your cards right, this could even be what propels you further in the world of acrobatics.  


At the first rehearsal, the stage looks the same, only there’s now two long silk ropes hanging down, in the same shade of blue as Napstaton’s jacket.  You’re wearing a simple leotard as you examine the silk, tugging on it, and then jumping up to swing on it slightly, making sure its secure.  

“Don’t worry; I’m, like… 95% positive you won’t fall to your death.”  

Napstaton’s voice startles you, and you nearly let go.  They reach out and place a hand on your back, steadying you, and their fingers touch the skin exposed by the leotard.  Surprisingly, they don’t feel cold, but warm… and slightly buzzing.  It makes your skin tingle.  “Sorry,” they chuckle.  “I didn’t mean to sneak up on you…ah…”

They seem to trail off, and you notice their gaze on the exposed skin of your legs.  You can’t help but shift on your feet, feeling a little self-conscious.  You don’t have much experience with monsters–much less robots–and aren’t sure if your attire is crossing some strange boundary.  “Is this okay?  The silk tends to slip if I’m wearing leggings or tights.”

“What?”  They snap out of it, shaking their head.  “No, no, i-it’s fine.  I was just thinking that Happy is gonna have to whip you up some rad threads for the show!”  There’s a soft blue glow to their cheeks suddenly that you find fascinating. 

… Is Napstaton blushing?

Instead, you query, “Happy?”

That charming grin is back in-place.  “Yeah, my cousin!  He does lead vocals!  Name’s Hapstablook, but I’ve always called him Happy.”  They shrug.  “It’s stuck.”

A robot with a ghost cousin?  Monsters are so interesting!  And so strange.

The rehearsal starts, but this time, it’s just you and Napstaton, the song playing from a CD.  They still sit at the DJ booth to the side, kicked back in a chair with their feet up and their arms behind their head.  

You can feel their gaze on you, intently watching.

Your face flushes, and you try to block it out.  

When the music starts, you immediately grasp both ropes and climb, twisting the silk around your body as you do so with practiced ease.  You invert in the silk, hanging upside down, slowly spinning in a circle as you dangle and wait for the moment when the beat of the music begins to rise.  At just the perfect moment, you drop, rolling down the silk and catching yourself with your legs to spin upright.  Even over the music, you catch Napstaton’s startled gasp, and when you spin around toward them, you see that they’re no longer chilling in the chair, but leaned forward with both feet planted on the ground in front of him.  

Your performance is perfectly choreographed, filled with inversions, flips, and displays of your upper body strength.  At one point, you slide down and catch yourself with only your ankle wrapped in the silk.  At another, you stretch out sideways and spin in the silk, wrapping yourself up, only to slide down further.  One song slides into another, and you keep the moves up, timing each feat with a portion of the song.  When the song ends, you end up rolling down the silk from the top, only to catch yourself at the bottom, still wrapped up.  One leg is bent behind your head, the other with your toe pointed down toward the floor, an arm stretched taunt and wrapped in silk, and the other extended toward the imaginary audience.

Napstaton breaks into applause and gives you a thumbs up.  Their grin is the widest you’ve seen yet.   

“Your rad performance is definitely going to be our grand finale!”


The next week, Napstaton’s made some notes on your cues.  The adorable pink ghost, Happy, films you during rehearsal, and Napstaton remixes a few of the beats to better fit the fluidity of your moves.  They’re mostly content to let you do whatever you want on the silk–NT seems utterly blown away by your flexibility, and super chill about the entire thing.  

It’s nice and sets you at ease.


Later that week, Happy gets your measurements and runs some costume designs by you.  It’s fun sitting just talking to the ghost, and although he seems really shy, when he talks about music, his entire face lights up.  

“…..Napsta has been watching your video a lot,” Happy comments quietly a few days later, while hemming part of your outfit.  

“Yeah?”  You quirk a brow, twisting your neck to glance at the pastel specter.  Happy’s cheeks are even pinker than usual when he nods.  “Isn’t that how I landed this gig in the first place?”

“N-not that video…. the one from rehearsal.  They’re really impressed…”

You can’t help but feel the flush rise to your cheeks.  The idea of Napstaton, watching your perform with that same intensity they had in their gaze the first time they saw your acrobatic feats in-person, well… It made you happy. 

“I’ve been listening to their music nonstop lately, myself,” you admit, omitting the fact that you bought an NTT shirt with Napstaton’s face on it a few days prior.  You maaayyy or may not be using it as your new favorite sleep shirt.

In the mirror, you see Happy’s smile brighten.


After rehearsal the following day, Napstaton catches you once you change out of your leotard and into normal clothes.  “’sup?  Wanna grab a bite before you go home?”  

Dinner with a celebrity?  You should probably feel nervous, but instead… that charming grin makes you feel at ease.  “Sure, is Happy joining us?”

NT shrugs.  “Nah.  Said he already ate, so I guess it’s just you and me.”

Now that makes you feel slightly jittery, but you’re happy to accept their offer.  You wonder what kind of fancy restaurant a famous DJ would like to eat at.  You’re not exactly dressed for anything that they could possibly–

They park the car at McDonald’s.

You can’t help but laugh, and Napstaton rubs the back of their neck.  “Uh, you don’t like Mickey D’s?”

“Just not what I was expecting,” you claim with a grin.  “You’re just… down-to-Earth for a monster celeb.  Or robot celeb?”

“Either works.  I’m still a monster, ya’know.  Got a SOUL and everything.”  They tap their chest with their fist, and the heart-shape imprinted in their design begins to glow a faint white.  

A robot with a SOUL?  Maybe that’s why they’re so expressive.

“But yeah.  I mean, I try to be.  Never have been the fancy type.”  They shrug, looking slightly abashed.  “Were ya, like.. hoping for somethin’ more?  We can go somewhere else.”

You open up the car door, shaking your head.  “This is perfect, NT.  Let’s go.”

The two of you order burgers, chicken nuggets, and fries, then find a corner booth to sit and talk.  You learn a little more about what drove Napstaton to stardom, and you finally ask them how they’re cousins with a ghost.

“Easy-peasy.  I used to be one, too, before the totally awesome Doctor Undyne built me this body!”

“What?  Are you telling me you’re a literal ghost in the machine?”  Your eyes are huge.  “How did you become a ghost?  Did you die?”  The inquires get blurted out before you can think about how insensitive that sounds.  Whoops.  You start to back-pedal.  “Sorry.  I mean…”

NT waves their hand dismissively.  “No biggie.  I was born a ghost.”  Their grin turns amused.  “Humans have such weird ideas about ghosts.”    They get up and throw away the trash, but instead of heading back to the car, they tilt their head toward the nearby park.  “Wanna walk off all of that greasy fast food.”

You want to prolong the night.  “Why not?”  With a shrug, you follow them down the sidewalk, chatting about yourself–what got you into aerial acrobatics, why you decided to try silk ropes, the first time you had successfully walked a tight rope–and Napstaton gave you their full, undivided attention.

There’s a moment of silence before you decide to voice a question that’s been weighing on your mind.  “Why did you want a robotic body?”

NT’s smile fades around the edges slightly, the light in their eyes seeming faraway as they look straight ahead.  They’re quiet for a moment, and you immediately regret asking, but then they speak up, “I wanted to be like the humans.”  That admission catches you by surprise, and when you turn toward them, Napstaton reaches out and takes your hand.  “I wanted to be corporeal–to be able to touch and be touched, and not just with my music.”  

You don’t really know what to say to that.  Your fingers shift to lace with NT’s, and you squeeze their hand.  “I’m glad you got to do everything you’ve dreamed of, NT.”

Their charming grin returns, and they squeeze your hand in return.  “I wouldn’t change a thing.”


The day of the show, you discover the stadium is packed.  There are even people sitting in the grass past the seats, and large jumbo screens situation on either side of the stage to showcase the performance.  

Holy crap, you’re nervous.  

Napstaton grins, winding an arm around your shoulders as you peek out from behind the curtain.  “Ready to give ‘em a show, Y/N?”

“Maybe,” you mutter, your nerves fluttering in your stomach.  NT laughs, pulling you against their side and squeezing your upper arm.  

“You’ll knock ‘em dead.  So totally dead, in fact, that they might even become ghosts and haunt the place.  Isn’t that, like… the human stereotype?”  Their grin is shit-eating at this point.   

“Ha ha.  I think Happy’s the only ghost we need haunting the place.  And, well–you, if you count.  But Happy wouldn’t scare a soul.”

“Not on purpose, anyway,” NT comments, laughing. They squeeze you one more time.  “Alrighty, it’s totally showtime.  Let’s put on a rad performance!”

And they did.

You watch most of the show from the side, listening to the haunting (ha) vocals and melodies, followed by a few more up-beat songs.  When your cue comes, you cross the stage to a chorus of cheers, all because of your costume, courtesy of Happy.

You’re dressed like Napstaton.  

Your leotard has a blue heart in the center, and you’re wearing the same baggy-style dance pants as them, completely with a hat turned backwards.  Your grand entrance involves a backhand spring toward the silk, which suddenly tumbles down from the ceiling.  When you regain your footing at the ropes, you rip off the dance pants (Happy was sure to just have the sides snap in place, making the feat easy) and throw the hat into the audience like a frisbee.  

Of course, they eat it up.

Your blood is pumping in your ears, your nerves jittery.  If it wasn’t for the rush of adrenaline, you’re certain your hands would be shaking, but at this point, you’ve practiced so much that you can do the entire routine on auto-pilot.  As you spin upside-down on the silk, waiting for the right moment in the song to fall, your gaze catches Napstaton’s, and he takes a hand off the controls to give you a thumbs up and that grin that makes you so weak now.

You hit your cue perfectly.  The crowd loves it.  You can vaguely hear Happy’s singing over the pounding of your heart.  There’s a couple of times where your motions could have synced better with the music, but overall, you’re giving the performance of your life.  By the second-half of the last song, you notice another voice join the vocals, a tenor complimenting Happy’s soft voice.  Slowly, it begins to overtake the vocals, rising in volume and absolutely stunning.  That had never happened in rehearsals.  

At the end, when you roll down the silk ropes, coming into your final pose where your body is stretched within the binds, you realize who’s been singing.  And you definitely don’t remember those lyrics.

And I can’t sleep at night
‘cause the ghost of your touch still haunts me.

Napstaton is standing in front of the silk ropes, and they reach up and skillfully untangle your ankle, freeing your leg.  With your arm still wrapped in the bright blue silk, NT slides an arm around your waist and dips you back with a smirk.  The audience goes nuts, but it all fades to white noise in the background.  You’re too entrance by the face that’s only inches from yours.

“I thought you hated ghost stereotypes.”

They shrug, looking mischievous.  “Thought it was most def ironic–you hauntin’ me.”

You blink slowly.  If you weren’t already out-of-breath from several minutes of showcasing your upper (and lower) body strength, your breath would have hitched.  

“You mean, you wrote that part…. about me?” you manage, your gaze wide and searching theirs.  

“Isn’t it obvious?”

In the next moment, you grab NT’s hat, pull it off their head and to the side of their face–and then wrap an arm around their neck and kiss them right then and there.  The entire stadium erupts in the loudest cheering and applause you’ve ever heard.  When they pull back, NT looks surprised, their lips still slightly parted.

“Maybe for my next song I can write about how your kiss makes me malfunction.”

You groan, swatting them with their own hat, while they just give you that grin.  

If you wrote a song, it would be about how it never fails to give you butterflies.  


(* Mobile Imagine Masterlist  )

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Redraw based off of one of Giggle’s FMA:B Reaction Posts 

ABoT fit too well, I’m sorry :3c

@phantomrose96 @bucketsofgiggles

i’ve been watching avatar the last airbender (for the first time!) while i’m working for the past couple of weeks

did season 2 episode 15 really have to go that hard and make me start full on sobbing right in the middle of my work day

anonymous asked:

Did you already hear about the interview that said there will be no romantic klance in canon? (But they will learn to respect each other, soo platonic klance all the way.) First, I was really sad but in the end it just means we have to stick to fanon and I guess that's nice too. The show's still great.

I have a feeling that my answer to this will not be what people would have expected from me :P But believe me when I say this: I never expected them to become canon.

See, I am not shipping two characters because they are “likely to become canon” or whatever. I’m here because I love them as standalone characters and because I freaking adore their interactions. Their bickering gives me life. Their honest and tender moments make me smile so hard that my cheeks hurt. In a sense I just want them to be happy and spend more time together, I want to watch their relationship develop and see them to grow up. I just- I love seeing them together and I love having the freedom to put them into AUs and non-canon situations and imagine how they’d act there. 

Fandom and canon are two things that have always been separate for me. There is a reason why I always put “this is a joke” or “don’t take this as serious proof” in the tags when I make a klance post. I am reluctant to reblog posts with explicit “proof” of them becoming canon because people here like to blur the line between fandom and canon and that will leave them disappointed one way or another. 

This show is not about romance and these characters are not our characters, no matter how much we love them. This show is about saving the universe, about learning that black-and-white mentality is damaging, about friendship and family and teamwork and finding your place in the world through personal struggles. The creators of the show had a message to deliver and they invented amazing characters to get their point across. So amazing, in fact, that people seem to forget constantly that their personal headcanons are not necessarily lining up with those of the creators :P

What I want to say with this is: Shipping is for fun. Fandom is for fun. That’s all I’ve ever seen it as. This interview changed absolutely nothing for me, I will continue to ship them and write for them as I’ve always done. I will continue to scream about their canon interactions and point out things that could be seen in a romantic light. I will keep doing exactly what I’ve been doing all this time because fanon is fanon and canon is canon and these two are completely separate. I love klance with all my heart and nothing will ever change that ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

im not crying you are