#he gave them the heebie jeebies he had nothing else to give
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“He gave them the heebie-jeebies. He had nothing else to give.”
Troubled Birds by Matt Adrian
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Out of This World
Tagging: @dragonoffantasyandreality @janetm74 @thundergeek59 (Please ask if you would like to be alerted when I update or write new stories)
This is the last chapter of Out of This World. The next story in the Calendar series is called Dangerous Waters, so keep an eye out :3
Without further ado, I hope you enjoy!
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3
The clearing housing the ancient structure was well hidden amongst the deep green of the Malaysian jungle, the thickness of the canopy and tropical bushes adding to the difficulty of finding it, but it was there for certain. Many a traveller had dared to enter what they believed to be an empty temple. Few returned.
And the Hood was the reason for those disappearances. Many were simply disposed of, never to be seen by even the criminal mastermind and his servants. Some lucky few were sold as slaves to his various villainous connections or became servants of the Hood himself. Fewer still succeeded in escaping, all of them going so far as to change their names in the hope they would never gaze into those hypnotic eyes again.
Some of those who had become his slaves watched in fear as he paced angrily about his throne, muttering about International Rescue once again escaping his clutches. He had been so close, he repeated over and over like a mantra. Close to finding their base, he was sure of it. Why else would the pilot have resorted to launching into orbit? And yet, he could not search the area without the rescue team becoming even more suspicious than they already were.
He growled as he regretfully called the plane back to home base. Well, he supposed it was better than nothing. One step closer to finding the Tracy��s and ending the whole family and their legacy once and for all…
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Alan frowned at the green shimmer in the distance that got closer and closer with each second. Thunderbird 3 responded naturally to his and John’s commands as if an extension of the two space-faring brothers. Next to them, Gordon paced the cabin, nervous beyond belief about being in space. All of the Tracy brothers were space rated of course, Gordon wouldn’t be here if he weren’t, but there was a reason why the aquanaut preferred the vast ocean down below, which in comparison to space, was far smaller. Everything about the void of black and distant stars gave him the heebie-jeebies if he stayed for too long.
Sharing a glance with John, who was looking worriedly at their fish loving brother, Alan nodded, a silent signal for John to take full control. The elder blond did so, and Alan reached a hand out to his immediate older brother’s shoulder, Gordon letting out a small squeak as he did so before giving Alan a thankful smile. He could do this. For Virgil.
The two younger brothers remained like that for some time, words of support and love shared between them as well as a discussion of how they were gonna convince Virgil to leave his girl behind for a while. A cough from John interrupted them, and they both spun to attention as John pointed to Thunderbird 2, the transport ship now filling the screen. “We’re here.” Alan took his seat next to his brother once more and opened up the link to their marooned brother.
“Thunderbird 3 calling Thunderbird 2. Come in Virgil.” The radio crackled a little, the trio afraid for a moment that they might be too late, but their brother’s voice replied as strong as it ever had been.
“Receiving you Thunderbird 3.” Gordon could practically hear Virgil raise an eyebrow, a smile in the artist’s voice. “You guys took your time…”
John smirked. “But we were so worth the wait, right?” Virgil chuckled.
“Right.” He sighed. “It’s good you came when you did. My oxygen levels are dangerously low, and I’ve got an oxygen mask, but that can only help for so long.”
Gordon hummed. “Good thing the Smotherhen’s already told us the plan then.”
Alan perked up. “Speaking of which, I should probably call him to let him know we’re here.”
Within mere moments, Scott’s rather worried face filled the communication screens of both Thunderbirds, looking significantly more dishevelled than he had since Thunderbird 3’s departure from the space station. “Dear gods Virg, are you okay?!”
This predictably prompted fond eye-rolls all around, with Virgil himself being the only one brave enough to talk their eldest brother out of his self-induced panic. “Scotty, I’m fine. We’re all fine. You, on the other hand, look like a hot mess.”
Scott huffed. “I know. You try taking a month up in 5 next time Virg; see how you feel about waiting for your brothers to call you back during a dangerous rescue…”
John and Alan smirked at each other. John raised an eyebrow at Virgil, evidently agreeing with the sentiment. “Seriously though, could we add you to the rota at some point?”
Virgil’s reply was deadpan. “Only if Gordon is added as well…”
Gordon’s panicked face was visible to all four of his brothers, and he squeaked. “Please don’t…”
Virgil stifled a giggle. “Of course, we wouldn’t. We know how you are with space, Gords.” As an afterthought, he added. “Besides, no one else on the team has aquanaut training but you.”
Scott nodded. “You’re staying squarely on Earth duty after this, Gordo.” As Gordon breathed a sigh of relief, the laughter started again. It died down once Scott cleared his throat. “Alright guys, we’re running out of time. Alan, Gordon and John, you three suit up and get started. You know what to do.” When their brothers left the cabin to change, Scott turned to his immediate younger brother, giving him the run-down. “Alan and Gordon are going to commence ship to ship refuelling. John is in charge of getting you out of there and onboard Thunderbird 3; I don’t want you in the cockpit any longer than absolutely necessary. As well as the risk of Thunderbird 2 burning up on re-entry.” Virgil looked about ready to protest, but Scott held up a firm hand. “Not that it would. But it’s better to be safe than sorry. Please listen to John when he gets there.”
He said the last part with the air of an exhausted parent waiting for the babysitter before they could go out, and Virgil felt a wave of nostalgia hit him. Despite how little time had passed since he had last seen his family on Earth, he missed them a lot up here. Virgil hummed. “Guess you’ll be piloting Thunderbird 2 remotely from there.” Scott nodded. The family artist frowned. “Please be gentle.”
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John glanced over to where his younger brothers had just finished clamping the fuel line, starting the process that would get Thunderbird 2 and her pilot home, and focussed on the task at hand. He guided the boarding tube towards the transport ship’s access hatch, making sure it was secure before opening the link with Virgil. “Okay, just wait for the airlock to open and then you’re all set to go through. Just make sure you have your oxygen mask on, just in case.”
“FAB John. The mask’s on.”
John floated back to the control panel, clicking the button that would open up the airlock. “Airlock’s open. You can open the hatch.”
The rest of the process came and went without any mishaps, and soon Virgil was safe and sound on board International Rescue’s spaceship. John quickly detached the boarding tube and returned to the ship himself, casting one last glance at where Gordon and Alan still floated next to the fuel line, ensuring Thunderbird 2’s tanks were at the right volume to begin re-entry and make it home. Many may have wondered how the two ship’s fuels were compatible with each other, but the members of International Rescue knew the truth. Simply put, it was the same base fuel, the ship’s engines modifying the structure and adding or removing certain molecules so that it could work for all of the Thunderbirds. So the ships could complete their specific duties in the fleet. Brains had taken great pride in the achievement, and John didn’t blame him.
Once John was safely onboard and out of the airlock, he shed his helmet and spacesuit before making his way to the ship’s cockpit, where he knew Virgil was. Sure enough, there he was, hair slightly dishevelled and uniform askew. The bags under his eyes from the rough few days he’d had and the lack of oxygen he’d had towards the end were prominent, and he soon found himself wrapped up into a tight hug.
They soon separated, Virgil muttering a thank you. John resolutely pointed him in the direction of the couch in the boarding lounge, determined for his elder brother to get at least a little sleep before they returned to Earth, although the astronaut suspected a decision to return to Thunderbird 5 for a short while would be unanimous among the brothers.
Alan and Gordon arrived back on board the red Thunderbird shortly after that. If John was completely honest, the entire rest of the incident seemed to pass by as a blur. Scott had managed to guide Thunderbird 2 all the way back to Tracy Island without anything happening, much to Virgil’s eternal gratitude.
As John suspected, all four of the brothers not destined for a month in Thunderbird 5 wanted to go back there, if not to spend their first stretch of time together as a complete set, then to soothe their eldest brother’s nerves about the whole incident a little. Their father had surprisingly been on board with this plan, and John said surprisingly because whenever a hypothetical situation like this came up in meetings among the family, Jeff had always said no. It was probably because mission’s had been slow to come in lately, but John, as well as everyone else, was putting money on Scott talking to their father about it behind the scenes of this particular rescue.
After Scott had looked Virgil over in typical Smotherhen fashion, Virgil rolling his eyes all the while, they ended up having dinner on the station, all five brothers beaming from ear to ear. Although Gordon said the astronaut food could use some improvement, prompting laughs all around.
As dinner came to a close, all of them helping to clear the table and wash the dishes, the main console beeped red. Scott’s face lit up, already knowing what it was about. “That’ll be Dad. Allie, do you mind getting that while we finish up? We’ll be with you in a moment.”
Alan saluted, smiling impishly. “FAB, Scooter!” He made his way to the console, clicking open the comms to Tracy Island. His father’s face filled the screen, and immediately filled with warmth directed at his youngest son.
“Hello Alan. How’re things going up there? Where’re your brothers?”
Alan grinned. “Just finished dinner. They’re just cleaning up. They’ll be here in a minute. How’re things back on Earth? Grandma okay with all of us eating up here?”
The patriarch chuckled. “Things are just fine. Everything’s pretty quiet, although I’ve probably jinxed it now, so Scott better be on his toes.” Alan laughed with him. “Your grandmother was perfectly fine with it. As a matter of fact, she adored the idea of you boys catching up so much that she and Scott convinced me to implement a change to Thunderbird 5’s rota.”
“What change?” Alan cocked his head to one side, curious. His question was answered when Scott’s voice floated into the conversation, flanked by the rest of their brothers.
“Every so often, Thunderbird 5 will be manned by Brains, Tin-Tin, or set on automatic so the five of us can catch up.” Thunderbird 1’s pilot smirked.
Virgil grinned at both his father and elder brother. “Gee, thanks Dad, thanks Scott!”
Jeff smile broadened. “Don’t forget to thank your grandmother as well, boys.”
The five of them shared a look. “We won’t Dad.”
The Tracy patriarch looked across all his boys in a mock frown. “Now, all you boys get back down to Earth. We have a job to do!” They all saluted as the screen faded to black, prompting them to hug Scott goodbye as they boarded Thunderbird 3, ready and able to return home and back to what they did best, saving lives as a family.
#thunderbirds#thunderbirds 1965#thunderfam#thunderbirds fanfiction#scott tracy#virgil tracy#john tracy#gordon tracy#alan tracy#jeff tracy#the hood#elodie writes stuff#thunderbirds calendar 2022 project
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This is
Mincing Mirror’s Guide To Twisted Students
Yes I’m doing this.
Yuu- I meditate mostly for a 15 minute break from this ongoing shitshow
Grim- He began to notice that her adoring gazes were reserved for breakfast burritos
Riddle- Whom
Ace- My only crime was that I was down to clown
Deuce- My emotions have three outlets: haughty silence, tears, and rage
Cater- Lately I’ve been getting some real aggro vibes from my weighted blanket
Trey- As always, all I should have said was, “I love you.”
Leona- I don’t go to my happy place, I go to my high lonesome place
Ruggie- I’d sell you to Satan for one corn chip
Jack- Finally he gathered himself together and spoke, “What the hell?”
Azul- The ability to remain sober and gracious is, indeed, a form of mild insanity
Jade- That’s a crazy Idea. Insane. It doesn’t make any sense. “You’ll do it?” “Of course,” I replied
Floyd- He had a violent, uncontrollable temper, which sent him literally insane when he was annoyed, but he was good-looking
Kalim- I work hard at my job but suspect I’m purely decorative
Jamil- Her withering side-eye was always melting her mascara
Vil- I had on the prettiest dress and he never even looked at it. “For God’s sake!” That’s all I could think to say
Rook- He gave them the heebie-jeebies. He had nothing else to give
Epel- The first man who tells me to calm down will go to the hospital. The second to the undertaker
Idia- Anxiety and caffeine are having a cockfight in my brain
Ortho- I am capable of unspeakable crimes
Malleus- She secretly longed for hugs at work
Lilia- Looking for trouble and if I cannot find it, I will create it
Silver- I feel witchcraft upon me
Sebek- I am humanphobic
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ok, we ALL know about Song Lyric Fic Titles but consider: Guide to Troubled Birds Fic Titles
He Gave Them the Heebie Jeebies (He Had Nothing Else to Give)
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in an incredibly self-indulgent move i decided i absolutely had to give my gw2 ocs quotes from those guide to trouble birds pictures. under a cut bc i have 25 characters now so yeah.
Rouge: "I am often seized by the fatal American Krytan need to have a pretty good time."
Kharis: "Finally he gathered himself together and spoke. 'What the hell?'"
Brunhilde: "I do not go to my happy place, I go to my high lonesome place."
Kooki: "I had on my prettiest dress and he never even looked at it."
Ceres: "That's a crazy idea. Insane. It doesn't make sense. 'You'll do it?' 'Of course,' I replied."
Lily: "'This is wonderful!' 'This is going to be fine!' 'I love this!' I was soon to change my mind, however."
Amunet: "I'm not majestic on weekends."
Makena: "Looking for trouble and if I cannot find it, I will create it."
Ayana: "This jackassery will not stand!"
Moonsoul: "I meditate mostly for a 15-minute break from this ongoing shitshow."
Farah: "I'm addicted to shiny things."
Durga: "This might have passed a very pleasant evening had shit not gotten real."
Enyo: "My modus operandi is dial up the awesome and break the knob off."
Nisha: "The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math."
Marrow: "He gave them the heebie-jeebies. He had nothing else to give."
Xochi: "Mother Nature wants you whacked."
Zekki: "A profound thinker, but I cannot stick my mental landings."
Dibborah: "I'd sell you to Satan for one corn chip."
Suha: "Snacking between meals is the least, but tastiest, of my problems."
Romilda: "I hope you’ll excuse my cheap wit, but the hour is late and it’s all I have left."
Sieghild: "I disembowel. It's what I do."
Calyxa: "Unicorn of love, impale me!"
Danu: "I've never been one to half-ass shenanigans."
Mirica: "Dealing with you is like herding cats."
Belladonna: "My only crime is that I was down to clown."
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Does anyone know where I can find transparent slogans from thopse bird pics that are all like "I'd sell you to satan for one corn chip" and "he gave them the heebie jeebies, he had nothing else to give" and that?
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i think if Nathaniel was a troubled bird he'd be "he gave them the heeby jeebies, bc he had nothing else to give" or however it goes and Florian would be "the risk i took was calculated, but god am i bad at math"
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@pcrfectstorms sent: "Happy Birthday Asshole." Max says with a shit eating grin shoving a questionably wrapped present at Billy. (its a metallica t-shirt & a mixtape labelled 'bands better than the tshirt')
there’s nothing to eat in this empty shit hole of a kitchen, besides susan’s vile green looking broccoli casserole that he swears could talk back to him if he looks at it for too long. shoving the door back closed at the putrid smell of it alone, every door in sight has to be man handled. a miracle if there’s one left on the hinges around this place. something falls over inside and something’s getting shoved into his person when he turns to find max there. wishing him happy birthday. looking at her with distrust, like the weirdo he thinks she is. standing like a brick wall until he decides to lift both hands and take it from her. “what is it. something that’s going to kill me?” not that he’d really care. “you’re a little shit,” observing that from her expressions, “with that dumb weird smile. it’s gotta be something that’s going to make me drop dead. giving me the heebie jeebies, chucky.” concluding before eyes look down at the present. presents on birthdays. he hates them just because the last thing his mom gave him was a present. hates them for the jealousy he has had towards other kids on their birthdays while growing up, jealous not because they got stuff but because people wanted to bring them stuff to celebrate the day they were born. jealous because they MATTERED to someone. even when he wasn’t a terror and just a lonely kid, no one cared about him.
but whatever, he goes along with it as fingers pull away the folded paper, finding something actually... not that bad. brows creasing, how unexpected. but he should’ve known there was something else as he reads what’s written on it. which makes him snort before eyes flicker back on the younger. “oh. real clever, maxine. well––” taking the shirt all the way out of the gift wrap, making sure to stuff that in the trash. thinking neil will have something to bitch about if he sees it: ‘ who’s got money to spend on nonsense gifts? birthdays are just another day. we don’t need to be wasting money. ’ can HEAR it now, the never ending bitching. all because it’s his birthday and his dad hates this day. well, he sure makes it seem that way on november 8th and every other living day of his life. “i’ll keep this and you can have that back. can’t imagine what’s on it to make my ears freakin’ bleed, anyway. madonna?” holding cassette back out while shirt is draped over his arm, or maybe he should keep it just to see what she did put on it.
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❝ He gave them the heebie-jeebies. He had nothing else to give. ❞ (Calem, describing Lysandre or AZ depending on what's funnier)
"Well... to my knowledge, he only has the one Flabébé..."
Professor Sycamore thoughtfully fiddles with a button on his sleeve.
"But he's intimidating, isn't he? Humans just shouldn't be that tall."
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@mcrcki sent: “He gave them the heebie-jeebies. He had nothing else to give.” - sella and liu qingge !
Heebie-jeebies? "I’m unfamiliar with the term,” he informs her seriously. Whatever it is, it sounds fairly unpleasant.
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Please forgive me, the idea just wouldn’t leave my mind.
#other possibilities : Djaq 'I'm three ounce of whoop ass'#Robin 'forgive my cheap witt but the hour is late and it's all i have left'#Much 'I'm a 100% organic gangster'#Guy 'he gave them the heebie-jeebies. he had nothing else to give'#troubled birds#robin hood bbc
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///. tag dump, all of which are taken from the infamous guide to troubled birds uwu
#1#2#3#4#5#;; my crazy runs wide and it runs deep ( envy )#;; i disembowel. it's what I do. ( lust )#;; your eyes look tasty ( gluttony )#;; i'm addicted to shiny things ( greed )#;; he gave them the heebie-jeebies; he had nothing else to give ( pride )#;; foie gras THIS motherf---er ( wrath )#;; mind if I just hum? ( sloth )#;; perhaps you can do something about the evil spirit in my head ( greedling )#;; snacking between meals is the least but tastiest of my problems ( ling yao )#;; dealing with you is like herding cats ( father )#;; a profound thinker but I cannot stick my mental landings ( hohenheim )#;; things just got super weird; it's my time to shine ( kimblee )#;; i'm three ounces of whoop-ass ( edward elric )#;; finally he gathered himself and spoke. 'What the hell?' ( alphonse elric )#;; they might have passed a very pleasant evening had shit not gotten real ( mustang )#;; F--k your windshield!! ( wrath03 )#;; I work hard at my job but suspect i am purely decorative ( sloth03 )#;; Looking for trouble and if i cannot find it i will create it ( musings )
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some quick memes before bed to chill out with (part 2)
[id: 6 images of drawtectives characters, with quotes from the Troubled Bird's meme.
1: Phlegmucousy with the phrase, "Mother Nature wants you whacked."
2: The Animatronic with the phrase, "He gave them the heebie-jeebies. He had nothing else to give."
3: The drawtectives, with Don Jovi and Buzz, with the phrase, "A meat cleaver, he thought. 'Oh my god!' 'Oh my god!' 'Oh my god!'"
4: The Animatronic with the phrase, "He had a violent, uncontroled temper, which sent him literally insane when he was annoyed, but he was good-looking."
5: Sam Ug with the phrase, "My only crime was that i was down to clown."
6: Avis and Ogalvy with the phrase, "The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math." /end id]
#drawtectives#drawfee#sam ug#drawtectives avis#don jovi#ogalvy#phlegmucousy#drawtectives buzz#drawtectives memes#julia lepetit#look i simply love these characters and vibing before bed making memes#i have the templates set up for a few tomorrow as well#so there will prolly be a part 2 in the morning#gyorik rogdul
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BLCD Review: Aisaretagari no Surface
Title: Aisaretagari no Surface (愛されたがりのサーフェイス)
Author/Artist: Momose An
Release Date: 2021/02/24
Cast:
Masuda Toshiki x Ono Yuuki *nice choice, but y’all shouldn’t have been shy and cast this as Ono Yuuki x Takahashi Hiroki instead. 🙊
Kumagai Kentarou
Synopsis: Hiruma Itsuki will be co-starring with the younger popular actor, Kasugai Kei, as his brother. In order to become acclimated to their roles, the two are made to live together for the duration of shooting. Itsuki soon finds out that the refreshing and well-behaved Kei was actually a play-boy who slept with anyone and everyone! After giving up on helping Kei like an older brother, Kei pushes him down and asks him to “rehabilitate” him?!
Review Proper
You know, if 25-ji Akasaka de was bad, it would look something like this. Therefore, it looks exactly like Dakaretai Otoko. I don’t know, man. The plot is bad, but like, I don’t think the manga was half as bad as the BLCD—and that’s not something you’ll hear me say every day I’ll say this again probably next month when Tsunaida comes out. You know what this experience reminds me of? Fucking what’s their name again? Yeah, Takasaki Bosco. I mean, the plot was the holy trinity of rapey, trashy, and the audacity of the dumbassery, but istg the BLCD was just wrong. Mind you, I haven’t read the raws (bc ew do I look like I’d spend coin on Momose An?), but I’m pretty sure that sensei knows how to pace if nothing else. To give you a concrete idea on how things were moving, in chapter 1, Itsuki-san walks into Kei having sex with whoever, and he’s like “sorry for intruding your time with your lover, bro”, but Kei immediately corrects him and says that that wasn’t his lover, and that he was a manwhore. AND NOT EVEN A SECOND LATER, KEI PUSHES ITSUKI-SAN DOWN, AND I THOUGHT THEY WERE STILL DOING FOREPLAY, BUT HIS DICK WAS ALREADY IN ITSUKI-SAN’S ASS?!
They didn’t even prep his ass? We don’t even know if Itsuki-san had any experience with anal before this event?
Wow. The pacing there was just as fast as my patience running out, which brings us to our next point: the casting.
It actually didn’t bother me that Massu was topping Ono here, even though I wanted a reverse because of my sunk Cupid ni Rakurai ship and Stray Blue. I mean, he does pretty well as a top. And if there was just one good thing that I could say about this whole shebang, it would be Massu’s acting. He was a shoe-in for Kei’s role even.
BUT
IDK MAN, ONO PLAYING ITSUKI-SAN’S ROLE JUST GAVE ME THE HEEBIE-JEEBIES!
GET AWAY FROM ME, SATAN!
I was just so uncomfortable hearing Ono in such a dumb role that I could feel my whole body reject it. This casting is not right. This casting is disgusting. You don’t understand. I mean, Kasugai Kei is the same, but Hiruma Itsuki had a personality that was as flat as a fucking piece of paper. And having Ono voice him considering Ono’s forte of dramatic and dynamic roles IS SUCH A HUGE DISSERVICE.
I was waiting for them to just give me KumaKen, but it wasn’t worth the effort. I hate this. Fuck it. Marble, just what the fuck are you doing? I would understand it if this was Marine, but what the fuck are you doing? I feel like it’s all gone down hill for Marble ever since Love Me, Love My Dog. Everybody press F. And again, why? I can forgive Marble begrudgingly for adapting Sakura Riko, but to even ride the Momose An adaptation train with Movic and Frontier? MOMOSE AN DOESN’T EVEN DO GOOD SMUT JESUS CHRIST HOW’D THEY GET FIVE ADAPTATIONS?! I might be getting real harsh here, but as I say in literally every bad review, there are so many other works out there that deserve an adaptation with voice actors as talented as these! WHEN ARE WE GETTING HAJI?! AM I GOING TO DIE BEFORE THAT HAPPENS?!
Breathe, Cheska. Breathe.
Now, if you’re a fan of Momose An and this series, lmao why this would probably be okay to listen to (assuming you don’t mind Ono doing this). From the previews I’ve seen in ebookjapan, they rearranged some things. However, since I didn’t read the whole thing, I cannot judge how closely it followed the manga. But I don’t think that they used a higher-level of Japanese in these, so listening to this might be possible even if you’re a beginner. If you’re just in for a good and hot actors BL, just go listen to and read 25-ji. It’s not exactly smutty, but dang Satou Takuya on that was sex-on-legs.
Ya, see you in Coyote, Ono. ✨
#blcd reviews#blcd 2021 reviews#aisaretagai no surface#momose an#marble records#masuda toshiki#ono yuuki#kumagai kentarou
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mankai company as troubled birds
Sakuya: She secretly longed for hugs at work.
Masumi: He began to notice that her adoring gazes were reserved for breakfast burritos.
Tsuzuru: Anxiety and caffeine are having a cockfight in my brain.
Itaru: I work hard at my job, but suspect I'm purely decorative.
Citron: I fancy myself a woke-ass citizen of the world.
Chikage: I'd sell you to Satan for one corn chip.
Tenma: I meditate mostly for a 15 minute break from this ongoing shitshow.
Yuki: I'm three ounces of whoop-ass.
Muku: I have a natural talent for being irrational.
Misumi: My only crime was that I was down to clown.
Kazunari: I couldn't afford a therapist, so I decided, hey, why not start a podcast?
Kumon: The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math.
Banri: Looking for trouble, and if I cannot find it, I will create it.
Juza: Her withering side-eye was always melting her mascara.
Taichi: That's a crazy idea. Insane. It doesn't make sense. "You'll do it?" "Of course," I replied.
Omi: Fois gras this, motherf---er!
Sakyo: Finally, he gathered himself together and spoke. "What the hell?"
Azami: My emotions have three outlets: haughty silence, tears, and rage.
Tsumugi: They might have passed a very pleasant evening, had shit not gotten real.
Tasuku: He had a violent, uncontrolled temper, which sent him literally insane when he was annoyed, but he was good-looking.
Hisoka: Snacking between meals is the least, but tastiest, of my problems.
Homare: Things just got super weird -- it's my time to shine.
Azuma: You're a whore, and that makes me sad.
Guy: I do not go to my happy place, I go to my high lonesome place.
Matsukawa: "This is wonderful!", "This is going to be fine!", "I love this!"... I was soon to change my mind, however.
Izumi: A financially unstable mess, but at the liquor store, they call me "ma'am."
Tetsuro: A profound thinker, but I cannot stick my mental landings.
Yuzo: He gave them the heebie-jeebies. He had nothing else to give.
Kamekichi: no specific quote in particular. he just IS a troubled bird in general. you fucked up a perfectly good bird is what you did, look at him, he's got alcoholism
#a3 game#a3! act! addict! actors!#a3! game#a3#a3!#troubled birds#memes#long post#harugumi#natsugumi#akigumi#fuyugumi#isuke matsukawa#izumi tachibana#tetsuro iwai#yuzo kashima#kamekichi#EDITED TO INCLUDE JUZA BC MY BOY.#I AM A WHOLE IDIOT IT'S FINE
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