“I wanna hear you! I want everyone here to yell as loud as they can, because I want fucking Donald Trump to hear everyone in Polska, everyone in Europe, everyone in Africa, everyone everywhere to tell this motherfucker to fuck off! I WILL NOT OBEY ANYTHING THAT THAT MAN SAYS! I believe in equality! I don’t believe in fucking racism, I don’t believe in fucking sexism, I DON’T BELIEVE IN FUCKING ALL THE BULLSHIT THAT HIS CAMPAIGN FUCKING REPRESENTS! FUCK THAT MOTHERFUCKER! NOT MY PRESIDENT! NOT MY PRESIDENT! NOT MY PRESIDENT!”
(21st January 2017)
(I was going to gif this but fuck that, you need the full experience, you need to hear and see him say it.)
Yuri on Ice is killing me, they basically got engaged just now holy crap that scene at the airport I can die happy now.
Also I’M SO PROUD OF YURIO MA BOY HE DID SO WELL :’):’):’):’) and he was nice to Yuri! 10/10 excellent loved it Kubo sensei, Yamamoto sensei, MAPPA well done all round you all deserve yuri hugs and celebratory katsu-don :’)
I adore Sombra’s sassy personality and her messin with papa Reaper. Literally all I want is her and McCree to be Reaper’s two lil’ trouble makin’ children that just sass him. But bless Reaper. The guy is the real MVP dad here.
is a shounen sports manga so literally anyone could win for any reason
whatsoever but a Fukurodani win would not be the worst possible choice and
could in fact be an excellent choice
The tricky thing about theorizing
who could win nationals is that none of the teams talk about winning nationals.
It’s all about the act of going and what they will do there. Past winners
aren’t even mentioned. But we’re 234 chapters into this. For the story, for the
characters, and for myself as a fan, I want our current teams to get what they
want and deserve, but I want them to aspire for more in the future. Or as Coach
Nekomata says in ch.96:
[Note: I’m sorry
not sorry for this monstrosity of a post. This is by no means a definitive edition. Beware that below the cut is image heavy and full of spoilers.]
” It is difficult to speak adequately or justly of London. It is not a pleasant place; it is not agreeable, or cheerful, or easy, or exempt from reproach. It is only magnificent. You can draw up a tremendous list of reasons why it should be insupportable. The fogs, the smoke, the dirt, the darkness, the wet, the distances, the ugliness, the brutal size of the place, the horrible numerosity of society, the manner in which this senseless bigness is fatal to amenity, to convenience, to conversation, to good manners – all this and much more you may expatiate upon. You may call it dreary, heavy, stupid, dull, inhuman, vulgar at heart and tiresome in form. I have felt these things at times so strongly that I have said – ”Ah London, you too then are impossible?” But these are occasional moods; and for one who takes it as I take it, London is on the whole the most possible form of life. I take it as an artist and as a bachelor; as one who has the passion of observation and whose business is the study of human life. It is the biggest aggregation of human life – the most complete compendium of the world.” — Henry James