“Little Witch Academia” Director Wants to Do Another Season, Spinoff
Because of Netflix’s annoying policy of holding onto series so it can release them in bulk, you can’t see it yet, but Trigger’s Little Witch Academia series is airing at this very moment.
The series, which began January 9, is set to air for two seasons and run 25 episodes. But even that’s not enough, according to an interview with director Yoh Yoshinari.
According to excerpts from the interview, Yoshinari says he has so much stuff he wants to do it won’t fit into 25 episodes. He added that it’s hard enough just to fit Akko’s story into 25, and with the current limit, the team doesn’t have enough time to delve deeper into what’s going on with Diana and Amanda.
Finally, Yoshinari mentioned he’d like to do a spinoff series centered around Shiny Chariot, the witch who inspired Akko, and the Night Fall books that appear in the series.
If the Little Witch Academia series succeeds financially, Yoshinari may just get his wish.
headcanon for the Taaco twins in order to justify my over-blingification of
poor, one-meal-per-day-poor, at-least-we-have-a-roof-over-our-heads poor, everything
that shines is gold to you. You want this uselessly complicated “exotic fruit,
emerald flower, ivory soft” soap; you want the perfume in a shiny golden box
that leaves glitter on your fingers; you want that too-rich food that swears it
contains two dozen different types of carrot and has too much cream; and you absolutely don’t care if it’s tacky or
unhealthy or actually cheap. You want what you imagine luxury is, and luxury is
to have Everything.
the better. No time for subtlety. No time for refined shit. You want to swallow
everything you can because you never have anything anyway – let me have this,
let me have this.
her first dress in a thrift shop: it’s covered in thirty different patterns,
overly-saturated, obviously made in bad quality fabric, with too much ruffles
and poorly painted wooden pearls and plastic sequins and loose golden threads.
It’s the ugliest piece of shit, but it’s a lot, it looks like a lot. She wears
it until she can’t anymore, and even then, she still keeps it because hey, who
knows, maybe someday she’ll make a new dress out of it? You have to keep these
things, they might get useful again someday. She says that of all the clothes
she owns and never throws anything away. “You never know”, she says. You never
these super cheap, way too bright to be true jewels you can buy dozens of at
the local market: he pierces his ears himself, in dozens of places, just so he
can wear more of these pseudo-gold plated hipster earrings with suns and stars
and intricate patterns that leave green stuff on his skin and cause the holes
to bleed and leak pus two times out of three. He still wears them, and still loves
them. Who cares if it’s not an actual diamond? A shard of glass shines just as
bright, with colourful tiny patches of light that dance on the palm of his hand
whenever he holds it in front of a candle. Plus, it’s not like he could ever
get an actual fucking diamond, so.
is not not-to-be-poor, but to look like
time Barry buys Lup an actual good dress, something made of silk, maybe, or
comfortable velvet, something colourful and shiny but something nice, she straight-up refuses to wear
it. It’s too much, too real. How much money did he put in this? Why didn’t he
save it in case something happens? She just can’t have that. They argue until
Lup can’t even find words to put on the gut-wrenching feeling she has and bites
her lips until she tastes blood, incredibly frustrated and angry and afraid, so
afraid, of this fucking real nice dress.)
looks nice, pretty boneboy, handsome faced reaper man, and like, Taako knew
this, Kravitz’s a man with style – so
he eyes his jewellery at the Chug N Squeeze, and sure, he’s not wearing much:
two small earrings, a couple of bracelets, a broche with his goddess’ insignia
on it. It’s a small round crow with a bright orange eye. It catches the light
in a way Taako’s jewels don’t, and suddenly, something nasty turns his blood to
ice when he realises it’s because it’s an actual fucking gem – and the rest is
too solid and heavy to be gold-plated.
wearing solid gold jewellery, and for the first time in forever, Taako, bright,
loud, pseudo-fashionable Taako feels cheap.)
argue when people call them too-much, greedy, shallow. They don’t care. All
they have are rhinestone bracelets, fake crystal stones, glittery nail
polish, colours and cheap glamour: they’re the king and queen of fake it ‘til you make it, so they
just. Don’t. Fucking. Care.
so I do shopping for a house of 4, and one of the people I live with has type 2 diabetes. So I thought I’d share the types of things I get that are both healthy and cost effective.
Instant oatmeal (we buy sugar free brown sugar flavor, but you can also just buy a big tin of instant oatmeal and add stevia or sugar free maple syrup and cinnamon+allspice)
Bananas (good to add in oatmeal)
Cereal and a milk alternative (most cereals besides kellogs are vegan, try to find a cereal and milk that’s fortified with b12)
French toast (mash a banana with either 3/4c milk alternative or the juice from a can of chickpeas, then add a tsp vanilla, 1-2tsp cinnamon, and ¼ tsp allspice. dip bread in mixture on both sides and then fry in a pan with 1 tbsp butter/coconut oil/nonstick spray on high heat and fry till desired on both sides. makes about 6 slices and is super good topped with syrup!)
Tofu scramble with toast (to make tofu scramble add onion powder, garlic powder, salt, pepper, nutritional yeast and break up the tofu in a skillet with a fork and heat it up) goes great with a side of baked beans too
sweet potato and beans (microwave sweet potato 6-9 minutes depending on size, rinse beans and microwave for 1-2 minutes and then season both the beans and sweet potato however you like!)
chickpea salad sandwich (microwave 1/2c chickpeas for about 25 seconds, then mash them with a fork and add 1 tbsp hummus, garlic powder, onion powder, dill weed, parsley all to taste and 1-2tsp spicy brown mustard) tomato slices are a good addition
Veggie hummus wrap (buy cauliflower and broccoli by the head, it’s cheaper. Spread hummus on a tortilla. Chop up cauliflower, broccoli, and carrots(or veggies of choice) and assemble the wrap)
Burritos (microwave instant brown rice to instructions, then add hummus and salsa. microwave beans and season as desired. assemble burrito with rice, lettuce, beans, and guacamole(optional). It’s even better if you turn a skillet on high and grill the tortilla first and assemble the burrito in the skillet, then slide it onto a plate once it’s nice and browned on the outside and wrap it up! Takes maybe 2 minutes extra to do this but it’s so worth it)
Curried veggies with rice (I just microwave frozen veggies and then add them to whatever curry I’m making. Walmart carries a “golden curry” that comes in a shiny box and dissolves in water to make a thick curry sauce. But there are tons of other options for curry sauce out there!)
Soups like progresso (their tomato basil soup, garden vegetable, lentil soup are vegan just double check the labels!) Campbell’s condensed tomato soup is also vegan. It’s also really good to add some cooked rice to tomato soup!
Cauliflower/fresh veggies or rice cakes with hummus
Popcorn (tons of “buttery” microwave popcorns are vegan. But you can also buy a jar of popcorn kernels, paper bags, and add 1c of kernels with a tiny bit of olive oil to it and fold the top of the bag so it doesn’t open and microwave for 1-2 minutes or until kernels have mostly stopped popping, then add salt and/or nutritional yeast!)
Canned fruit or fresh fruit that’s in season/on sale
Apples or oranges (buy them by the bag)
I’m sure there’s things I’m missing and I know this list isn’t super extensive but this is what we’ve been keeping in the house recently for dietary reasons while also being concious of our low budget. I’ll add more if I think of anything but feel free to ask questions or add to this list!
Being poor while trying to eat healthy can be a challenge, but it isn’t necessarily impossible either.
I can’t help but notice whenever I’m writing vampires I either switch between Vlad’s hopeful righteous fury for the world he loves and wants to see do better so he’s at the forefront of modernization and social change (“Viva la revolution! oh what are you going to do, kill me? Smash the patriarchal oligarchy! It’s been hundreds of years, I can’t believe I’m still protesting this shit!”),
or “Uncle” Theo’s “I have been asleep for a hundred years, why is this flat shiny box making noises, why does it have a dimension to infinite cats in it, why are they in a tube. Oh, these grains have holes in them, and they’re sweet! Yes you are right, milk does make them better. Infinite cats and no more small pox, truly humanity is amazing”.
-Today is my first day at my new location. Everything is similar, yet so unsettlingly different. Each component of my register is in a different place, leaving me constantly grabbing at the air. However, this store certainly has its priorities in order. My register was adorned by a shiny box full of stickers. I think I will do just fine here.
-I rang up a pair of parents accompanied by a young man, perhaps a year and a half of age, in a onesie featuring a bow tie and suspenders. I am pleased to announce that he was every ounce the gentleman one would expect.
-A young girl was thrilled to receive a sticker from me, bouncing and giggling with glee. She then stuck it directly into her hair, ensuring a mess impossible to fix. Despite her parents’ dismay, I am overjoyed by the part I played in her happiness.
-I handed a sticker to a young boy sporting a lovely set of cat ears. He then asked his mother if he could talk to his baby sister. Upon receiving a yes, he ran over to her and began to brag about his sticker. After a moment, he asked for another to give to her. I obliged, only to have him tell her that he was going to hold onto it for her. He showed a great amount of thoughtfulness and compassion in this moment, so I naturally handed him an additional five.
-An elderly man with a thick Scottish accent gave me a lecture on the different varieties of Mountain Dew and their respective shortcomings. I am glad that my interests are so clear to all around me, as, in this brief transaction, I was taught more than two years of university ever did.
~ Who cares about the content of the Box when we can have a posing Tamatoa instead ? >:’3 ♥ HAPPyYyYYY BIIIiIiiRRRrrrTHDAY MY DEAR@mayadile !! ♪ I love you my friend ! //HUGS// I hope you’ll like my little gift ! ♥
‘m kind of bored and feeling down so rb if you want a small (possibly poorly drawn) mspaint doodle of a pokemon in your inbox. people still do these things right? it’ll look something like this:
please write in the tags which pokemon you want or you’ll get a random. specify if you want a shiny, have your submit box open, and only pick one pokemon please! also keep in mind i’m only one person and probably won’t do an awful lot of these, the sooner you reblog the better your chances are
Creepypasta #1099: My Late Nana Loved Telling The Story Of How Her Father Saved Their Village From Monsters
used to tell me stories when I was little. I stayed with her during the day
while my parents were at work, all the way up until I went to kindergarten. I
would sit at her kitchen table, happily munching away on a braunschweiger
sandwich, kicking my legs that couldn’t touch the floor yet and beg her for
more stories, more stories, more stories.
She had so many, but she had one in particular she told more
than the others. I don’t know if it was her favorite, or mine, or both. It may
have been my favorite because I could tell it was hers.
Many little girls don’t know how lucky they are. Never fall
victim to that way of thinking, little sparrow. I knew how lucky I was. I had
Papa was a good man, a strong man. My Papa was a hero, and not just in the way
that a lot of daughters think their fathers are. He was a real hero.
You see, little sparrow, before I came to America, I lived
in a village. It had once been small but slowly grew to a bustling, thriving
place full of life and magic. I can still remember the lovely buildings, the
flow of people in the streets, the pretty storefronts with their shiny glass
windows. It was a beautiful place and I knew how lucky I was to live there with
my Papa because my Papa protected us.
Not just my mother and I, he protected the whole village. He
was a hero, as I said. Even though I loved our home, it was not always a safe
You see, in our village, there were monsters.
Now I don’t want to scare you, little sparrow, but do not
believe the people who tell you monsters aren’t real. Monsters are very real,
they are alive and well, and they often hide in plain sight.
That’s what made my Papa a hero. He could spot these
monsters, find them lurking beneath their disguises of pink human skin. They
seemed good enough, normal enough, but he knew how to identify them and he
taught me too.
Synopsis: Namjoon is well aware that some, well actually most people could find his hobby not exactly common, yet he still considers himself to be a man of tasteful words and higher intellect - someone who managed to understand the true, deepest meaning of beauty itself.
And so he doesn’t really care if his methods of collecting pretty things end up being darker that expected, once you peek under the surface.
Author’s note: Oh my, my first fic for Namjoon, ah I’m a bit nervous, also I need to thank @pantaemonium, @meetevil and @yoongihime for dealing so much with me and my existential crisis about this ;^;
Again, I may or may not have added a decent amount of craziness and creepiness and other yummy things, so please be careful pals!! Hope you’ll like it tho <3
Namjoon likes to collect pretty things.
know when his passion began, maybe
it was that time when he was five years and a half and his mother’s pearls
looked so shiny and white around the pale curve of her neck – long fingers
always skimming the gleaming necklace, stopping their adoring motions just to
slap his chubby, longing hands away.
Good children do not touch their mother’s
she used to warn, strict voice and even stricter lips in their tight curl.