jack is a dull boy

the no bullshit guide to getting your shit together: for the lazy student

Let’s be honest: time management and organization? They’re really hard. Sure, at first you might feel like you’ve gotten the hang of them, that you’re in control of your life. But how often have you fallen off the wagon? Procrastinated on one thing and the next moment, you’re behind in all your classes? I know that sometimes laziness feels like a part of who you are, but honestly, fuck that. Do you really want to give up your success for the disinterest of a moment?

If your answer is no (it better be no, or you really need to get your priorities straight), let’s get to it. 


“This class doesn’t even matter.” “I don’t care about my grades.” “I can finish this the day before.” Sound familiar? You might feel great now, but when you’re staring down at your report card later, it’ll feel like you just got punched. 

This is a cliche, but the greatest obstacle to your success is yourself - especially the lies you tell yourself! Sit yourself down and be honest about what you need to improve on. Be as blunt as you can, but for god’s sake, don’t throw yourself a pity party! There’s no use agonizing over what you can’t change. Instead, set realistic, achievable goals, and make a game plan. Struggling with math? Go to extra help. Behind in all your classes? Stay in for a couple nights and actually work. 


Now you know what your goals are, but maybe you want some inspiration, so you log on to tumblr and are instantly bombarded by all these beautiful, well lit shots of the most gorgeous bullet journals, planners, and notes. Impressive, right? Well, I’m gonna let you in on a little secret: they’re all useless! A simple phone planner works just as well, if not better, than a fancy agenda, because you’ll always have it on you, it’s not a hassle to carry around, and you don’t feel obligated to make it look pretty. 

Riddle me this, where are you going to find all this extra motivation to keep prettying up your bullet journal? To write all your notes in perfect, colour coded printing? There aren’t many times in life where taking the easy was out will actually benefit you, so take advantage! Stop wasting your time; get a phone planner and write your notes in your natural goddamn handwriting. 


Yep, your entire room - not just your study space! This one can be put on the back burner for a bit if you’re on a really pressing deadline, but I wouldn’t recommend it. I’m notoriously messy, and if I don’t watch myself, I’d find myself in dirty-laundry-and-old-notes hell. A little bit of organized chaos is fine, I even encourage it! But try working when your desk is covered in mounds of paper and you have nowhere to put your laptop – it’s just not conducive to success. 

Keeping your entire room clean is a way to stave off stress, frustration, and even embarrassment, because nobody wants to show potential roommates how much of a mess they are. 


Yeah, I know what you’re thinking: “actually work? Who does this girl think she is?” I’d probably think the same thing, except I’ve learned the valuable lesson of sucking it the hell up, and you will too. When you get home from work, grab a snack and work. When you have a free period, figure out what’s due and work. Stop reasoning yourself out of work: you’re not going to finish this later, and that will be on the test. There’s really not much to say about this one, because it’s the step that requires the most raw effort, and you’re really only going to find that within yourself. Tell yourself what’s at stake, and realize that, by setting the standard for your mediocrity now, you’re potentially trapping yourself in a cycle that will last for years. 


Maybe you’ve been on top of your shit for a day, a week, or even a month, and that’s really great. But then… you fail. You miss a deadline or you bomb a test. So what do you do now? Do you allow yourself to fall back into your old habits? Fuck no! Everyone fails, even that studyblr with those perfect bullet journal photos and a perpetually clean study space. I’m going to tell you something that’ll sound really strange: you should value your failures, especially if you worked hard to avoid them. What?! Be HAPPY about failing when I actually TRIED? Yeah, you heard me right. If you don’t know how to handle failure, then when you inevitably experience it, your reaction will be much worse. 

Failing hurts, and boy, I know how embarrassing it can be. But learning how to deal with failure, and especially how to keep trying after it happens, is an invaluable lesson. 


Disclaimer: I’m not suggesting you treat yourself after the most basic of tasks, because please. Treat yourself when you know you goddamn well deserve it. Remember that “all work and no play makes jack a dull boy.” If all you do is study and do your homework, then, pardon my french, your life sucks. If you don’t have friends, play a video game! Eat an entire jumbo chocolate bar! Indulge in whatever the fuck you want, you deserve it. I’m someone that has trouble prioritizing future benefits over immediate gratification, so by allowing myself little pleasures, I save myself from crashing and burning. 

Hope these tips helped, but remember to take them with a grain of salt - you’re you and I’m me, and different things work for different people. Good luck!

we know the game

on Ao3

nothing like some good old fashioned nonsense

this is basically crack. right well, i should stop writing after 11pm


Marinette has a few rules when it comes to her partner.

  1. Don’t let him take patrols on his own. He’ll fall asleep on a random rooftop somewhere because he likes to stay out until the break of dawn, watching over the city as it sleeps.
  2. If he calls after midnight, always answer.
  3. Don’t trust him with gifts. He always goes unnecessarily over the top and spends far too much money for her (or anyone else) to be comfortable with it.
  4. Don’t put him in charge of food. For the same reason as the gifts, but also because he’ll eat half the food before she shows up.
  5. Don’t smile at him too much in class. Alya is getting suspicious.

But it turns out that Marinette has to add a new rule to the list:

  • Don’t let Alya and Nino plan anything for the four of them.


“Are you sure you can’t come?” Marinette asks, pacing back and forth as Tikki watches her burn circles in the floor from the desk..

I really can’t,” Alya apologizes over the phone. “We can’t find a sitter this last minute and there’s no way my mom is letting Ella and Etta stay home alone.

“Could you bring them?” Marinette tries. “Because I can just bring more food and—”

Marinette,” Alya interrupts gently. “With this last week of akumas, I don’t think my mom wants even us going to school. A park without adult supervision? No way.

Marinette chews on her bottom lip and resists the urge to ask ‘what about superhero supervision?’ Instead, she asks, “Are you sure?”

Positive.” Alya sighs. “I’m sorry, I really wish I could come. But you’ll be with Nino and Adrien, you’ll still have a fun time without me there.”

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Hey guys! So I’ve been wanting to write this fic for a super long time, but it deals with pretty tricky subject matter so I’ve been a little nervous, but you guys responded so well to my last angsty fic I thought I’d give it a go! This one is superrrr long and I’m sorry about that, but once I got going I just couldn’t stop!

She stared down at the bright pink, sugary drink sitting in front of her. The intense smell of strawberry, sugar syrup invading her nose. Nudging the picture perfect milkshake out of her line of Vision, she couldn’t stop thinking about what her mother had said,

“You’re looking very puffy Elizabeth, I can’t believe all the weight you’ve put on. It’s all those sugary drinks you’ve been consuming, Polly would never let herself get this way.”

“You okay B?” The feminine voice of her gorgeous raven haired friend broke her out of her thoughts. She would give anything to look like Veronica. Her body was lean and her slender face held none of the baby fat Betty was sure held permanent residence on her own face.

“Yeah! I’m fine. Just thinking.”

Veronica and Kevin fell back into conversation about Audrey hepburn.

“You haven’t touched your milkshake, is it too cold?” The moody, beanie wearing boy beside her questioned, pulling the straw into his own mouth.

She smiled, admiring the way his muscular arms stretched across the booth, he could eat whatever he wanted and never gain a pound, she had just recently discovered how built his body was underneath all those layers on clothing. It was a well kept secret. Well if you weren’t Betty cooper who couldn’t manage to keep her hands off of him.

“No , no it’s fine.” She dipped her finger into the whipped cream shooting him a smile and popping it into her mouth.

He raised an eyebrow, smiling hesitantly.

The conversation continued for the next hour until Veronica’s mother came to pick her up, Kevin hitching a ride.
“Walk me home?” she whispered

“You got it Juliet.” He winked

She giggled as they hit the street, they walked in comfortable silence before Jughead broke the quiet

“You okay bets? You’ve been quiet all day.”

She smiled at his concern,

“I’m fine juggie, just a lot on my Mind.”

“Well my favorite blonde, I suggest you stop thinking so much, all work and no play makes jack a dull boy.” He smirked as they reached her house

“Thanks jug, I’ll keep that in mind.” She rolled her eyes, smiling.

“Your castle awaits” he said gesturing towards her front door.

“Thank you my prince.” She curtseyed, “I’ll see you tommorow.”

As soon as she reached for the doorknob he called her name “Betty?” She turned around raising a brow

“If you ever need to talk, I’m always here.” He said smiling softly

“Thanks juggie.” Before the door closed and he headed in the direction of his house

Something wasn’t right about Betty, she was hardly eating anything, he watched her skip over lunch, pushing food around her plate. And dinner at pops was almost nonexistent. She looked tired and he noticed the way some of her clothes hung off her shoulders. It made his stomach clench and his chest hurt. This was Betty he was talking about, if she was hurting she would tell him



Turning to face herself in the mirror, betty lifted her sweater over stomach, running a hand over the almost flat area. She punched the skin there and frowned. Her mom was right , she was getting big, sure her pants were loose on her but she couldn’t see any difference, her thighs still jiggled a little bit as she ran the track and her cheeks were just as chubby as ever.

A knock on the window scared her, causing her to rip her sweater back down over her body. Turning she spotted Jughead scaling the ladder he had placed by her bedroom window. She smiled and went to help him lift the window.


“What’s up?” He climbed through the window smiling confused at her.

“Just getting ready for school, what are you doing here so early?”

“Thought I could walk you to school, we can grab breakfast on the way.” He raised a brow, waiting for her answer.

“Oh juggie, I was gonna run the track a few times before first period, raincheck?”

He sat on her bed

“Bets you’ve rainchecked me all week, you’ve run that track so much I’m surprised you still have feet to run with.”

She smiled nervously
“Come on, don’t be silly, exercise is good for you.” She grabbed her bag, moving to climb out the window.

He watched her for a second, his eyes moving to the mirror he caught her staring at herself in just minutes before. What was happening to her?

She talked the whole way to school, leaving him no time to ask her anything.

“Okay juggie, I’ll see you after school, I hate tuesdays we don’t have any blocks together.” She pouted.

He smiled softly

“It’s not my favorite day of the week either, you sure you don’t wanna grab something to eat in the caf? I can bring you something?” He asked a little desperately.

She shook her head placing a hand to his cheek,
“I’m okay juggie, I’ll see you later okay.” He nodded silently, it felt like he was always watching her walk away these days.

The day went by so incredibly slow for Jughead, all he could think about was Betty and that fact that her collar bones were becoming more and more prominent. It didn’t make any sense to him, he loved food, he would never pass up food especially not willingly.

Kevin seemed to catch on that something was on his new friends mind,

“Penny for your thoughts” he said in jugheads ear, causing the dark haired boy to jump.

“Jesus, Keller you can be really creepy you know that?”

Kevin smiled “you flatter me, anyway what’s on your exceptionally intelligent mind?”

Jughead allowed himself to stroke his ego at the compliment, before instantly frowning again.

“It’s Betty, I don’t think she’s eating, I mean it’s so obvious she’s losing weight, she can’t afford to lose anymore weight she’ll waste away. And all she wants to do is run on that damn track, like I know she loves to work out but it’s getting crazy, she’s gonna run herself sick, and I tried talking to her but..”

Kevin cut him off with a shake of his head
“It’s just like last year.”

Jugheads head snapped up

“Last year, this already happened?”

Kevin sighed sitting down
“Last year, Betty tried out for the cheerleading squad and was turned away, Cheryl told her she was too fat and Betty pretty much lost it. She wouldn’t eat, she wouldn’t talk to anyone and she pretty much locked herself away in her room. It took the health teacher to finally get her help. It was scary, I thought I was gonna lose my best friend.” Kevin choked up a bit, shaking his head to rid himself of his tears.

Jugheads jaw clenched, no. He wasn’t gonna let that happen, Betty was beautiful and whoever was telling her differently was gonna have to speak to him.
“Thanks Kev, I gotta find Betty. I’ll see you later.”
He threw his books into his bag, Betty had said she’d meet him by the lockers but she wasn’t there. He waited about ten minutes before he shook his head. He knew where she was.

Taking off he practically ran to the track field. Sure enough there was Betty, sneakers pounding the pavement her chest heaving, her slim legs pumping and she came to a halt, bending over and placing her head in her hands.

Alright, that was it.

“Betty!” He called.

She whipped around , her eyes going wide when she caught his “what time is it?! Am I late?! I set my alarm, it was supposed to go off I was gonna meet you by the lockers!” She breathed heavy

“But you didn’t, you’re here. Running. Again.” He said trying to remain cool.

She raised a brow, confused by his tone

“If you’re Angry I’m late, I’m sorry I lost track of time I..”

He cut her off

“You aren’t eating.” He said bluntly.

Her eyes widened

“You’re not eating, you’re skipping meals, you won’t talk to me, all you do is work out and You look so tired Betty.” He said softly.

Her eyes welled up and she looked away avoiding his eyes

“I’m fine juggie. I’ve just been busy.”

His hand went to her chin pulling her face up and towards his

“And now you’re lying to me.”

Almost in an instant, she broke down, her knees giving out as his arms went to hold her upright, wrapping around her waist.

“Jughead ..” she choked

“It’s okay bets, it’s okay”

He let her cry for a few minutes before gently pulling away.

“Talk to me ” he said with pleading eyes.

She took a deep shaky breathe,
“I’m gross, I’m huge, I.. I run and run and I’ll never look like Veronica, I skip meals and I’m still bigger than Polly. Everyone can see it. I don’t know what else to do.” She sounded so broken it made his heart physically hurt.

“No. you’re wrong, you’re beautiful. There is nothing wrong with your body. You don’t have to look like Veronica or Polly or even Cheryl, you’re gorgeous the way you are.”

She looked into his eyes, lip quivering

“But my mom…”
He cut her off

“Is unhappy with herself so she takes that out on you, she wishes she looked half as good as you do. All the girls in this school wish they looked like you Betty. You’re making yourself sick, I can see how tired you are and your clothes are hanging off of you. You need to eat, you need to sleep. Let me buy you dinner okay? Then I’ll take you home and you can sleep.”

Her eyes softened, only a few remaining tears leaking out

“…you really think I’m beautiful? I’m not too big?”

He clutched her hand in his bringing her even tighter against his chest .

“The most beautiful girl in this damn school , and you’re not even close to being big, you’re too small, but even if you were I wouldn’t change a single thing, you’re my favorite person Betty and I don’t appreciate you trying to take her away from me.” He smiled down at her.

She giggled lightly, reaching up to press her hand to his cheek.
“Thankyou juggie.”

He smiled clearing his throat

“Also” he choked

She looked at him confused and waiting


He just stared at her. Was now the right time? he didn’t want to take advantage of her, but damn did he want to kiss her.

“What” she spoke again, this time smiling her eyes darting down to his lips

Screw it.

His mouth was on hers before she even had time to process what was going on. He was stroking her face gently and he couldn’t help but moan. Damn she was a good kisser. That familiar taste of peaches and cream he always smelt on her didn’t disappoint, she was gorgeous and soft and he never wanted to let go.

Pulling away he sighed out of relief, how long had he been waiting to do that? Too long.

She was smiling at him eyes closed when suddenly the sound of a gurgling stomach caused her to look up, blushing.

“Well I think that means it’s time to head out” he held open his palm ready to thread their fingers together. She obliged happily, snuggling into his side.

It was gonna take time but he was gonna help Betty Cooper slay all of her dragons.

One by one.

european stereotypes as i’ve encountered them

austria: germans who love schnitzels, strudels and skiing. the sound of music fanatics.
switzerland: heidi and guns. money hoarders. 
italy: pizza and coffee mafia. do not mention ketchup, pineapple or starbucks.
belgium: fake country. beer and waffles. the place where all “faceless evil bureaucrats” come from. 
russia: ice ice baby, communists, insane drivers and furry hats.
netherlands: gays, bicycles and weed.
poland: more catholic than the pope. appointed jesus as their king.
belarus: modern soviet union.
estonia: godless, nordic wannabes.  
portugal: spanish people who speak brazilian and love football.
finland: takes ‘personal space’ to a whole new level. saunas, depression and heavy metal.
romania: drunk, poor vampires always ready to protest.
france: pastry, wine and sex. they invented french fries just ask the belgians. 
ukraine: rip
germany: all work and no play make jack a dull boy, where humor goes to die, socks and sandals. 
greece: invented democracy but did not put a trademark on it so now they broke.
spain: fiestas and siestas ftw. old british people retire here, god save the spanish
hungary: goulash, paprika and chill
ireland: drunk leprechauns
united kingdom: posh americans, football hooligans and tea
turkey: kebab and fascism


A little moment I love in The Prince of Egypt:

This fleeting little scene in Through Heaven’s Eyes is one of my favourite little Moses moments in the film. It shows that deep down, Moses really was one of the most giving and loving people in the film, willing to open his heart to anyone regardless of age. As we see later in “When You Believe” as well, he really seems to love kids, and they too are drawn to him because of his good nature and open heart.

Also the fact that he’s seen here juggling fruit goes to show that while he has matured from the spoiled brat irresponsible, impulsive person he had been, he has not lost his playful nature. This teaches viewers that while one day they will mature into responsible adults, that does not mean they cannot keep their compassion, love, and playfulness. After all, as the old adage goes, “all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.” Adults need play just as much as children do (just for different reasons, obviously), and I love that Prince of Egypt has this lesson as well.

Moses has grown up, but we can still recognise him as the Moses we met at the beginning of the film. He has lost his irresponsible and reckless habits of teenhood, but retained his innate love, compassion, and ability to just relax and be playful, especially with other children.

I need more fake ah crew about Jack being silly
like no matter which Jack you like lady or dude we always know Jack is a badass who takes care of their family

But I want a Jack who draws their name on the side of warehouses with bullets
A Jack who spends an entire heist talking to the mannequin in the store window across the street bc their boys are so /dull/
Jack who steals planes just to jump out of them and parachute to the ground into ridiculous places and has to get someone to come rescue them
A Jack who buys Ryan masks that he wears because they bought them but Jack is giggling behind his back because who would be afraid of the vagabond wearing an anime mask
Jack who pulls pranks on the lads
Jack who pulls pranks on Geoff
A Jack that in the middle running for their life will yell “punch buggy ” and punch whoever is next to them full force.

SILF = Sim I’d Like to F…ondle

There’s surely a sim out there, you’d like to fondle… Well, it’s time to tell it to everyone. Don’t be shy!

RULES: Choose a sim made by an another simblr you’d like to fondle if he/she was real… and then tag 5 simblrs.

*If you can find a picture of your SILF, it’s better but not mandatory.

I was tagged by @zauglom​ (hate you♥)

My SILF is…

Revan by @pixelsinmyveins ♥ His nose… well, I just fall in love and shut up.

I tag @maimouth @aoihana2510 @yumiaplace @adelajde21 @foulballoonkid @eslanes @evvvvvve @plantyl

To Address Some Concerns:

We’ve gotten quite a few people asking why we’re doing promotions, giveaways, livestreams, and other extra things, so we wanted to address that!

Some people think we should be spending 100% of our time working on the game and nothing else, with the idea that it would be more productive than doing this extra work on the side. We understand that some of you just want to see the final game, but there are a few reasons why we do promotional things.

First off, we don’t want people to forget about us while we’re working on the game. This is a huge project that has already taken over a year to make and we’re not sure how much longer we need to finish it. That being the case, it is easy to lose motivation when working on such a huge game. Whenever we get to interact with and see encouraging messages from you guys, it boosts our motivation like nothing else! If we were to just hide in a hole and crank out nothing but work, we’d quickly lose our will to go on.

The next reason is similar to the first, and it is that we get tired of working on the game sometimes. It’s nice to take a break and do some promotional stuff. While not directly contributing to the game, it is at least helping out in a different way. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy and all that.
(We’d also like to mention that livestreams are of work being done on the game!)

We really do understand the frustration some of you feel when you see us doing extra stuff, but please try to understand that doing these giveaways actually makes us more productive in the long run.












If at first you don’t succeed, try, try again. That’s how the saying goes, right? All the recent meta mayhem meant that I had severely neglected my dating life. And I needed to fix that. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy, amiright? Seeing Barry and Iris playing house gave me all the feels and reminded me that that’s what I want – someone to come home to. My apartment is great and all, but Siri and Alexa can only provide so much female companionship.

No one knows what the future holds – even if you have metapowers and the ability to manipulate the Speed Force – but I’ll be damned if my future is filled with me eating Spaghettios and watching X-Files reruns alone. So, update your apps, ladies, because Cisco is back in the game! As a scientist, my life is all about the formulas; trusting an algorithm to find my soulmate made perfect sense. I snagged my laptop and set-up shop at CC Jitters (their WiFi is on point) and revamped my online profile.  I realized my pic of me cosplaying as Link from Zelda probably wasn’t the biggest babe magnet, so I updated it with a more flattering photo of me at a Diamonds game – manly, right? Just as I was about to upload everything, the power went out – apparently, the barista had blown a fuse trying to meet the demand of a dozen undercaffeinated hipsters. Great. The shop was plunged into darkness and my carefully-crafted bio was lost forever.

I only had a second or two to despair before something – rather, someone - crashed into my chair, knocking me onto the floor and spilling my room-temperature latte all over my shirt. A second later, a back-up generator hummed to life and the lights flipped back on and I found myself staring up at a beautiful, yet red-faced, young woman. She pulled me to my feet and apologized profusely for bumping into me, at which point I became painfully aware that I was drenched in stale coffee. But whereas that might have been a turn-off for most women, this one simply grabbed a handful of napkins and started dabbing at the stains. Maybe I had love on the mind, but I’m pretty sure her hands lingered, and when she offered to buy me a new coffee, I took her up on the offer. We sat together and sipped our lattes, talking all the way into the night until we shut the place down.

Long story short, I got her number and am now waiting the appropriate amount of time before I can call without seeming too desperate. Safe to say, I’m no longer fretting about my LoveFinder.com profile and, now that I think about it, I might even terminate my account!

anonymous asked:

Hello! I'd like to request hcs on how Chuuya was raised by Kouyou and how Dazai was raised by Mori, please. Like for example, were they strict? Or maybe which habits rubbed off on the boys and whatever else you want to add. Thank you! :)

i think i might have gone a bit overboard with these,, nevertheless, this was really fun! thank you for the lovely request dear! - mikado

Dazai Osamu

. Considering he was raised by the embodiment of logic [quoted by the man himself], it was destined for Dazai to continue the mafia hierarchy and uphold its name through a lot of training and studies. Mori’s characteristic traits are his intellect and his keen eyes [metaphorically and literally] and it can be seen that he recognizes and values Dazai’s potential a lot. It wouldn’t be far-fetched to believe that Mori had made plans to overthrow the previous mafia leader before his actual assassination of the man when he was ill. This leads me to think that Mori planned on making Dazai his right hand man for quite some time, hence why he prepared him for a successful path in the mafia. In short, Dazai was in for a hell of a ride.

. Mori’s ambition to become the new leader was something that young Dazai had noticed, and being the curious kid he is, he once asked why being the boss is so great. In response, Mori gave him a very long essay with detailed arguments written about some of the most well-known and powerful commanders in history. Remember, this is a fourteen to sixteen year old kid we’re talking about. Most people his age today just… read fanfics and cry over exams. He, on the other hand, had to analyze and make a practical model of the war strategy Napoleon Bonaparte used to take over Spain and Germany during his days of glory and write his own version of the tactic which would lead to a more profitable outcome. [ no wonder he wants to die so badly ]

. On chapter 30, Mori mentions to Fukuzawa the names of several well known researchers of theories on war strategies, with John Forman Nash, Henry Alfred Kissinger and Thomas Crombie Schelling to name a few. He does so with a very happy face may I add. Fukuzawa couldn’t identify the above mentioned people as they were foreign, while Dazai grits between his teeth that “Someone imprinted that knowledge on my mind long ago.” This basically shows what Dazai had to put up with during his time spent with Mori. Mori did fulfill all of his educational needs, but he went beyond the point by making Dazai study the works of such people when he was [I cannot stress this enough] only a teen. Okay, sure, it would be illogical for him to study those books in Japanese as well [but since he’s Mori’s diamond in the rough, he’s going to have to undergo a lot of pressure] but to study them in a foreign language as well? He has to understand the terminology of the book, the language the book is written in and also the theme of the book. And he does it so flawlessly.

. So from what you can tell, Dazai had to study a lot. Which is to be expected but that doesn’t mean that I can’t complain about it. It wasn’t always just serious business with Mori though. Dazai did have his free time, although his mentor monitored him during then as well. When not hitting the books, Dazai would usually wander around the headquarters of the Mafia, entering areas forbidden to even the executives through his childish yet very effective lock-picking methods a.k.a, with the help of his trusty sidekick, the hairpin. He lost five to six of them weekly while crawling in the vents, which explained why the guards always found pieces of hairpins stuck between the ventilation fans. Mori never managed to catch him in the act, but he always had a faint suspicion that Dazai knew more than he should, sometimes things that were private matters between him and the leaders of other organizations.  It didn’t worry him much though. If anything, it probably just enhanced his respect for the talented kid tenfold.

. Dazai didn’t hang out much with Q, considering he too was taken under Mori’s care before he became the boss. He never really liked Q, since he was an eerily quiet child who loved to cause mayhem and see other people suffer. Before, he used to think being around people such as Yumeno was a way for him to experience the so called ‘raw emotions’ he begged to feel throughout his entire life, but it didn’t work out very well for him as Q once struck an accidental but heavy blow to the Mafia by going berserk while being taken care of by some supervisors on Mori’s orders. It is then that Q started manipulating his curse more often to his advantage, and when Dazai decided it was best for him to keep his distance.

. Mori often took Dazai with him to accompany him during his shopping sprees for Elise’s new dresses, which often led to Dazai wandering off somewhere on his own while the doctor was too busy fawning over a pair of red shoes to match with the skirt he got for the blonde. He enjoyed those trips, as Mori almost never focused on him during such times and he was at liberty to do whatever his heart pleased.

. Something which is evident in Dazai is that he comes after Ranpo when it comes to deducing things. He’s a very well rounded person with knowledge on a lot of crucial matters, and he’s very analytical thanks to years of practice and passive and active experience in the Mafia. Whether he acknowledges it or not, we cannot deny the fact that Mori had a very influential role on Dazai and his forming as a person from his early teenage years to his adulthood. Therefore, it is certain that he will take some traits from his ‘guardian’ unconsciously. One of the most notable ones is being able to read anyone, especially your opponent, very well. It’s a trick that comes in handy often and I’d take a step further by saying that Dazai took this trait from Mori and polished it, making it practically his very own distinctive characteristic.

Chuuya Nakahara

. Unlike Dazai, Chuuya had the fate of being raised in a more lovable and peaceful environment. I’m not saying Dazai was completely devoid of familiarity and warmth, but Kouyou was a much better parental figure to Chuuya than Mori was to Dazai when it came to health care. Kouyou obviously could tell that Chuuya had a lot of potential to become a very powerful warrior, so she did not hold back the studies and all, but she didn’t limit him to a certain category. The difference between Mori and Kouyou is that Mori was able to distinguish by first glance where Dazai specialized at, so he made him focus on that topic alone, whereas Kouyou allowed Chuuya to explore his options, which eventually lead to him becoming a very powerful martial artist as well as a wine expert. After all, all talk and no play makes Jack a dull boy.

. Chuuya was a generally quiet child who had a visible soft spot for lullabies. It’s a thing that may perhaps be a habit Chuuya has to this day, but whenever he overworked himself during his practice, his sore muscles would bother him a lot, and the only way he could ignore the pain was to do something that would put him in a drowsy state. He first tried reading, but he changed positions every five minutes, which was a very long and painful ordeal. He thought solving puzzles would help him concentrate on something other than the numbness taking over his back, but he got frustrated when two pieces wouldn’t fit together, so that didn’t work out too well either. His last ray of hope was taking a very long bubble bath so what while resting in the tub, he’d fall asleep. Fortunately, he didn’t have to resort to drastic measures, as Kouyou noticed his fatigue and kept him close to her, singing him to sleep with a soft melody.

. If you think about it, maybe it’s one of the reasons why Chuuya has a good voice. I mean, usually genetics and fate do their own thing, but perhaps practicing a song while he helped her out with her work or whenever they went out for walks together was what helped him warm his vocal cords at first. Although he would be a bit shy to start the song off himself, he would gladly accompany Kouyou as her second voice. Slowly he’d memorize different tunes, and whenever he’d have nightmares from the horrors he might’ve seen during practice or while in the HQ, he’d hum them until he felt sleep take him away. [ my poor little kitten]

. Kouyou helped Chuuya gain control of his ability by using a number of different methods, testing the waters and checking which one was the safest and most effective for the time being. During his early days, Chuuya had difficulties maintaining his balance while floating, and he owes the Mafia quite a sum for the havoc he wrecked due to his inability to aim and crush his compressed gravity spheres. He’s paid off his debts, but he won’t forget his childish attempts to master his power, which lead to a lot of shenanigans.

. He was a very adventurous kid, so he’d usually run off from his room without Kouyou’s permission and would hide behind walls while a scene was unfolding before him or would eavesdrop in order to gather more information about the mafia. He liked to associate himself with the older divisions within the organization, sometimes managing to witness a few of their operations going by unnoticed. What he saw would sometimes thrill him and terrify him simultaneously, as he admired his higher-ups and looked at them with respect, but there was a voice at the back of his head which kept nagging him on and on, saying things such as ‘What would happen if I had been in that person’s place?’. When his thoughts got too crowded, he hurried off back to Kouyou, where he’d sit by her side and quietly sip his tea.

. Chuuya’s actually a very polite and well-behaved individual, from what you can see through his actions. He respects his elders and does not question his loyalty to them, as well as the fact that he treats his subordinates as his equals rather than as lowlife inferior to him. He genuinely cares about them as well, shown by his contempt towards Q and his actions and his immediate approval of killing him, if he could. That’s one of the main lessons that Chuuya has learnt from Kouyou; he has rich morals and a very complex and colorful personality, which if you have the luck to study, will definitely make you look at him from a different perspective.

. BONUS: Small chuu chuu sleeps in grape pjs. Pass it on.

anonymous asked:

Is it true Kubrick got somebody to actually type out the entire "All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy" manuscript by hand?

Yes. If you look closely at that scene, there are little variations on every single page. As insane as it is, almost every notorious behind-the-scenes story on that was true. There really were over 100 takes (or close to it) on the ax going through the bathroom door, just so Nicholson would be genuinely homicidal by the time they finished, and Kubrick really did keep Shelley Duvall as isolated as possible and constantly berated her just so that she would be so believably terrified throughout the entire film. 

And to be honest, as much as I love and admire The Shining as a film and these behind the scenes stories are great, they’re something I’ve come to admire a lot less as I’ve gotten older and have just thought so much more about the day-to-day business of filmmaking. 

I mean, these stories of Kubrick’s meticulous direction and the shit he’d do to get those performances are still insane and genuinely interesting. But I think it still would’ve been great to have the slightest confidence in the actors’ ability to do their jobs.