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dailysmilingnatsume · 21 hours
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lgbtpopcult · 1 month
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Watch The Secret of Us Teaser | Ch3Thailand on YouTube
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Go watch and give a like to this first teaser of Ch3's first gl series! This is a huge step for gl and for getting more lesbian romance series in general from big TV networks around the world.
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opbackgrounds · 11 months
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Like most of Zoro’s attacks, Asura is borrowed from Buddhist mythology, specifically a demon, as stated here. The exact mechanics of Asura are pretty hand wavy, and I’m mostly okay with chalking it up to the rule of cool.
What I do like about it, though, is that the demon symbolism has been with Zoro since literally his first introduction
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So this feels like a pretty natural step in his development.
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shirtlessmoviestv · 5 months
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Thai actor "Mik Thongraya"
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everyfrankenstein · 6 months
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gerbiloftriumph · 21 days
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Ken cleared his throat. “Madam?” Fully aware that she could probably see little more than his toes, he gave a sharp salute stamp with an ankle turn. Plausibly, it was the most visible way to show respect. More accurately, it was a chance to stamp at the queen for turning the throne room into the aftermath of a toddlers’ craft day.
From @thewatercolours's fic Candlelit Chat
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shysheeperz · 4 months
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FAMINE ARC - END
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sammy-a-87 · 2 months
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Real Family
The train finally came to a halt. Thick smoke engulfed the tiny station and Gellert stumbled onto the cobblestone. He forgot just how small everything was there. Godric’s Hallow, the home of his aunt, was so incredibly tiny, the kind of village where everyone knew each other's business and life like their own.
He made sure to not use magic to carry his bags, no matter how tempting it was- the village was shared by muggles and wizards alike if he remembered right and he wasn't yet old enough physically to use magic outside of school. The weather was torrid, a heat so unbearable he cursed under his breath for wearing all black. Where's that damn house again?!
Trudging through the empty street- no one was as stupid as him to go out in this heat- he racked his brain for any useful memory; red hair and toothy grins were all that filled his vision. Finally, as if sent by the gods themselves, Gellert noticed a young woman walking in his direction. She carried two gigantic baskets filled with what he assumed were groceries.
“Excuse me, ma'am?” He flashed a sweet smile. She stopped in her tracks and smiled in turn.
“Could you perhaps help me find Mrs. Bagshot's house?” His accent scratched his ears- he had lost it sometime in his thirties, but now it was back with full force and he hated it. Not because it reminded him of home, he was proud of German heritage, but it made him sound so out of place….
The woman eyed him curiously for a moment before speaking up, her own English accent flowing as sweetly as a melody.
“Of course, of course. Are you family of her's? Her house is the yellow one right after the graveyard, on the right. You can't miss it.”
Gellert bowed gallantly and thanked her, however, without elaborating on his relationship with Bagshot- news traveled here too fast and he didn't like that. They parted ways and after a hellish half an hour of walking in the blazing sun- how the fuck is this place so small yet has everything so far from each other?!- he arrived in front of the two story cottage of his dear aunt. The flowers in the front were in full bloom and he could only imagine that the backyard was just as vibrant and full of life, the mix of magical and non magical plants creating a colorful little paradise. He had spent quite a few nights there with him, at the tiny garden table under the thin willow, and his heart ached at the memory.
Mustering up his courage, why was he feeling nervous?, he knocked on the door. Loudly. More times than needed.
“Yeah, yeah I'm coming!” ,came a muffled voice from inside, obviously annoyed.
“What do you- Gellert!” The surprise on his aunt's face spoke volumes: his father hadn't owled her regarding his arrival, typical.
The thin, elderly woman opened the door fully, smiling at her nephew after the shock subsided.
“Hallo, Tante. Sorry for dropping by unannounced…” he shuffled quietly in place, for some reason unable to look at her. Seeing her again, after so long, filled him with emotions he couldn't quite explain. His heart was torn between hugging her and begging for forgiveness. Forgiveness for what? I haven't done anything at this time….
The woman seemed to take notice of the boy's strange attitude and placed a hand on his shoulder.
“Don't apologize, my dear. It's always good to see you, no matter how scarcely.” With a flick of her wand, how didn't he notice it in her hand? He had lost his touch, she levitated his luggage inside the house. Then she ushered him in as well.
“Have a seat, have a seat! I'll get some tea brewing in no time. Why don't you tell your aunt how you've been in the meantime? What brings you here?” She was as joyous as he remembered her and this only served as more salt on his already bleeding heart.
He sat down on the couch and looked around the room: he didn't remember much from it, he noticed with startling guilt. He had never stopped before to see just who his aunt was, not as a relative, but as a person. Books upon books lined the walls on beautiful, wooden shelves; the fireplace was adorned with portraits of herself and friends, strangely none with a family- he knew she and his father didn't stand each other but didn't she have a family of her own? No one? A quiet gasp escaped him as he noticed a photograph, right in the front and unmissable, a photograph of him as a child, possibly taken the last time he had been there- he must've been 5 or 6 years old…. And she kept it in the very front.
His chain of thought was interrupted by her clearing her throat. Ah, yes, she asked me why I'm here-
“Um…you see…,” he cringed, when did he start stumbling over his words?! “I've been expelled.” He muttered quickly.
She raised a still blonde eyebrow. “Care to repeat? I think my hearing’s failing me.” Her tone, however, suggested she heard it all perfectly.
Gellert took a deep breath. “I…got expelled. My parents sent me.”
“Ah, so I'm a form of punishment now? I see, I see…” her tone was equally bitter and hurt. He wanted to reach out to her, do something, anything, but he couldn't move, guilt paralyzing him.
“N-no!” He hastily said. “I mean, yes, to them- but, um, ah, not to me…. I've missed you, Tante.” It was true, out of anyone in his family, she was the only one he had thought about all those miserable years locked up. Her smiling face and calming voice and wise words, her tooth rotting sweet tea and gentle nature- oh, how many times he had wept at those memories whenever she'd write to him.
But that was adult Gellert, teenage Gellert hated her, saw her as a nuisance just as his father did, and this sudden change of heart took her by surprise.
“You? Missed me? Why, Lerty, are you feeling alright, dear?” She found it within herself to chuckle, chuckle! Bathilda sat down next to him, two cups of tea floating in the air before them and a big tea pot filled them up to the brim. She took his hands into hers, a bit wrinkled with age and garden work, but nonetheless gentle, and she smiled at him.
“I'm glad…. I missed you too, my little boy. How'd you get expelled? I thought Markus was bribing them? Unless you did something so bad not even gold could cover it up?” her voice held no judgment, only a strange tinge of amusement- it helped ease Gellert's nerves.
“Ich- I- kind of, maybe, aus Versehen- accidentally-” he always mixed his languages when nervous. Luckily Bathilda was just as a German as him and understood his botched speech perfectly.
“I killed the headmaster's daughter.” He finally managed to get out in one breath. His eyes fell to the ground, yet he couldn't understand exactly why he felt so ashamed of it- he never felt bad for these things, besides for Ari-
Bathilda laughed, the sweet sound resonating so out of place right after the boy's confession. How can she find this amusing? I killed someone! Gellert watched her bewildered.
“That's it? That's what got the old Narr to give up on you? Not that I don't understand- I can't imagine the loss of one's child…. And Markus decided to send you here because what? He thinks I'd knock some sense into you? Something he clearly didn't manage to?” She laughed again.
“Oh, my sweet boy…no matter what you do in this life I'll never hate you. I will always be here for you.” She squeezed his hands reassuringly. “Ich werde dich nie aufgeben.”
That was it. All it took was a few kind words for Gellert's lip to tremble, then his body to shake, his hands to grasp her tightly and his breath to hitch in his throat. She cared for him, she always did and proved it time and time again- back then, through her heartfelt letters, and now through her words. He couldn't understand where all that love was coming from, how she could accept him despite everything he was and did. Hot, thick tears streamed down his face, salting his trembling lips- slowly at first but quickly they overflooded him, cascading down his chin and neck, wetting the collar of his shirt. He rarely cried in his youth, but when he did it was always dramatically messy without even meaning to. Bathilda held him gingerly as he cried himself dry, one of her hands gently caressing his tearstreaked cheek.
Her gaze was loving and she fished a handkerchief out of her dress pocket. With the gentlest of touches, she wiped him clean before kissing his forehead with motherly kindness.
“Du bist so geliebt, mein kleiner Lerty….”
Tante-aunt
Narr-idiot
Ich werde dich nie aufgeben- i'll never give up on you
Du bist so geliebt- you're so loved
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villain-school · 3 months
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Chapter 3: Old Friends, New News
An old friend visits Proton, but she's unaware of his current situation...
(crossposted from ao3!)
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It had been a few days since Caesar joined Proton and Switch’s friend group. They had all quickly gotten acquainted with each other, and now they were hanging out at the local mall’s food court.
“So, Caesar, I gotta ask,” started Switch. “What’s it like being the son of two super-famous villains? I mean, your parents are the Rogue and Maelstrom, right? That must be insane!”
Caesar shrugged at the question. “I mean… To me, they’re just my mom and dad. Sure, we have a bit of fame and more money than a lot of people, but…other than that, I have a pretty normal home life. I guess sometimes they get a little busy, being professional villains and all, but they make time for me still.” He gestured back to Switch. “What about you? You’re…interesting, to say the least.”
Switch sat up a bit. “Oh, me? Well, both my moms are scientists, and I wanna be just like them when I grow up! They actually created me in a lab all by themselves!”
That sent a shock through both Caesar and Proton, their jaws dropping.
Proton was the first to address it. “Switch, you’re a test tube baby?!”
Switch simply giggled and winked. “Yeah! Hehe!”
Proton rubbed his neck. “I mean… I guess that checks out, now that I think about it…”
“Proton?”
A voice from behind Proton caught his attention. He swore he recognized it. Wait, could it be…?
He turned around, confirming his suspicions. Standing a little ways away was a girl about their age–she wore fairly neutral clothing, including a pair of glasses and a hijab. Proton knew exactly who this was, and he lit up visibly. “No way! Winnie?”
Winnie smiled as Proton made his way over to her, and they hugged.
“It’s so good to see you!” Proton said excitedly. “I haven’t seen you since sixth grade! How have you been?”
Winnie smiled as they stepped away from each other. “Oh, you know! Just fine. I’m in town for the weekend. I’ve missed you since you moved! How have things been with you? I heard you finally started hero school!”
Proton suddenly seemed a little awkward at that, but he played it off.
“Uh… Yeah, haha! In fact, I want you to meet a couple friends I made there!” He turned around and gestured to his friends at the table. “Winnie, this is Caesar and Switch.”
Caesar nodded to her. “Hello.”
Switch gave an enthusiastic wave. “Hidey!”
Proton was very happy to introduce his old friend. “Guys, this is Winnie! She’s my childhood best friend. She moved away when we were in sixth grade, but we’ve been talking online ever since to keep in touch.”
Winnie waved back to them. “Hi there! Proton says you’re his hero school friends? What’s it like there?”
Caesar and Switch exchanged glances, and Caesar was the first to speak up. “... Uh…”
Switch chose to hold up his finger to correct her. “Well, actually–”
“Uh, hey, Switch, weren’t you working on something cool?” Proton interrupted quickly. “Why don’t you show Winnie?” He turned to Winnie. “He’s sort of a scientist.”
Winnie seemed interested. “Oh, cool.”
Switch blinked, suddenly remembering his project. “Oh, right! Thanks for reminding me!”
… He then proceeded to pull an actual for real bomb out of his pocket. It looked pretty haphazardly thrown together with mismatched parts here and there, but it also looked very functional.
“I actually built this bomb with things I found lying around the house,” he explained. “I need to go test it out before it expires. Time to find a toilet to blow up!”
As he got up and ran off to find a restroom, everyone else watched in confusion. Proton looked more horrified than confused, though…
Winnie also looked a bit concerned. “Uh… Is he going to blow up the bathroom?”
Proton tried to save face. “Don’t worry, he’s just joking! He’s the, uh, local prankster. It’s not actually a real bomb.” He hesitated. “It’s uh…a bath bomb?”
Winnie didn’t necessarily buy that completely. “It looked pretty mechanical for a bath bomb…”
Proton grimaced a little. “He’s…creative. A-anyway, why don’t I get us some snacks? I’ll be right back!” And with that, he hurriedly made his way to another part of the food court to get something to share with everyone. Maybe he could just avoid talking about this until Winnie wanted to leave.
Winnie took this opportunity to sit down with Caesar at the table. “So, how did you and Proton meet? Do you share a hero class?”
Caesar just sighed. “Not exactly.” He decided that if Proton wasn’t going to say anything, he’d have to do it. “Winnie… I think Proton’s a little nervous to tell you what’s going on, so I guess I’ll have to be the one to break it to you.”
That only served to worry Winnie. “Why? What’s wrong with Proton?”
“Nothing’s wrong with him,” he reassured. “It’s just…he’s not actually enrolled in a hero school. In fact, it’s the opposite–he goes to a villain school. All three of us do.”
Winnie was confused by this. “Huh…? How did that happen? I swear, all he ever talked about was how he wanted to become a hero. Did something change?”
Caesar shook his head. “No, actually. He’s still planning to become a hero. For the record, so am I. We both kind of got stuck in villain school one way or another. But, trust me–he’s more determined to become a hero than anyone I’ve ever met.”
Winnie frowned just a little. “Then why would he lie about that…?”
As if on cue, Proton returned with a tray of loaded fries for the table. “I got us some cheese fries!” he announced. When he saw the look on Winnie’s face, he slowed to a stop. “Uh… Is everything okay?”
“Proton, why didn’t you tell me you were in a villain school?” Winnie asked gently. “That seems pretty important.”
Proton looked like he’d seen a ghost. Then, he sighed, deflating. “Sorry, Winnie,” he apologized. “I guess I just got nervous about what you might think.”
Winnie looked a little surprised for a moment, but then she smiled warmly. “What do you mean? You’re my best friend. Anything you do, I’ll be behind you no matter what. Plus, Caesar tells me you’re still trying to be a hero even in a school for villains. That’s amazing!”
Proton looked up from where he’d been gazing at the ground. “You think so?”
“Of course!” Winnie reassured. “Don’t ever be afraid to tell me things, okay? I got your back, even if we’re far apart!”
That made Proton smile with relief.
However, that relief was short lived, because there was suddenly a huge explosion from the restrooms off to the side. Eventually, Switch returned to their table covered in debris, giving a thumbs-up. 
“It worked awesomely!” he confirmed with satisfaction. “We should probably leave now, though.”
Proton just kind of laughed nervously at Winnie, who warily smiled back at him. Caesar just covered his face in exasperation.
Later at school, Switch was walking to one of his classes with a tall stack of books in his arms. He seemed to be in a hurry, but he was careful not to drop any of his haul.
Suddenly, a foot jutted out of nowhere and unfortunately tripped him, causing him to drop every single book he was holding. He fell onto the ground as well, and he sat up in confusion. It wasn’t long before he realized who had tripped him, and that it was definitely on purpose.
Above him stood Cindy Rockette, the local school bully. She was smirking down at him with her arms crossed, satisfied with the outcome of that action. Behind her stood her lackeys Lizzie Evermore and Sol Draconia, who were both giggling.
Cindy stuck up her nose at him. “Going somewhere, lab rat?”
Switch nodded. “Uh… Yeah! To class!”
Cindy rolled her eyes. “It was a rhetorical question, idiot. You’d think someone with super intelligence would know that.”
Just then, Proton suddenly stepped in to defend his friend. He looked serious. 
“Hey, back off!” he said sternly. “What’s your problem, huh?”
Cindy seemed interested to see him. “Oh, there he is–the hero kid. Come to save the day?”
Proton clenched his fists. “I’ll say it again–back off, or I won’t hesitate to shock you.”
“Oh?” Cindy lifted her head in amusement. “I’d like to see you try. C’mon, give me a little static and see what happens.”
That garnered a frown from Proton, but he decided she was giving him no other choice. This was to defend Switch!
He stuck out his hand and shot a little bit of electricity at her–it wasn’t a lot, and it was just to make her go away. However, her form was suddenly engulfed in rocks, which totally surprised Proton. She had become some sort of rock creature, and Proton’s electricity had no effect.
“Don’t you know?” she teased. “Electricity can’t hurt stone.”
“But wind can.”
Everyone looked to the side as Caesar made his entrance. He stepped between the two groups, giving Cindy and her friends a threatening look. “Stand down, or I’ll erode you away without a second thought.”
Cindy scoffed, but she returned her form back to normal. “Tch! The mighty Caesar Truth defending some nobodies? I guess you really are a loser after all.” She gestured to Proton, who was glaring. “You know Sparky here is spouting nonsense about being a hero, right? You look crazy hanging out with him.”
Caesar took in a breath, which sort of made his chest puff out. “If he’s crazy, then so am I.”
He proceeded to raise his voice just a bit so that anyone in the near vicinity would hear him. “I’m going to be a hero, too!” he announced confidently. “No matter what anyone thinks!”
Everyone around them seemed rather shocked to hear this coming from the son of Maelstrom and Rogue, but Switch and Proton only looked at him with proud smiles. Cindy didn’t really know what to make of this, but she ended up backing off finally.
“Fine,” she said lowly. “I can’t wait to see your reputation crumble to dirt.” With that, she turned and walked off with her group.
Caesar let out the breath he’d apparently been holding. He was a little nervous about what would come from his confession, but he’d made his decision, and it was final. He turned to his friends and smiled at them, and he and Proton proceeded to help Switch pick up his books.
It seemed as though a new wind was blowing through the school, and these three were the source of it.
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gotankgo · 3 months
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New Year’s Eve 1984
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dailysmilingnatsume · 5 months
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napunk-history · 4 months
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xXx #3 (1983)
CH3 / Misfits / Necros
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sowhatifiliveinkyushu · 5 months
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Channel 3 (CH3)
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everyfrankenstein · 7 months
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Someone had placed a second throne next to mine as a hint. I bet it was Royal Guard #2. He was growing old and anxious for Graham kids.
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