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ⓘ You can Bite your Friends.

Turns out I do have a type

inhales ok

THIS is a mega folder containing literally everything rwby-related that is available right now on roosterteeth (+v9). rwby, fairytales, world of remnant, the grimm campaign, ice queendom (sub and dub), vtubing, all the behind-the-scenes stuff. everything.

plus soundtracks for every volume + IQ, and drm-free epubs.

i will add any additional rwby content released during the wind down period as it becomes available. V1-8 have an english subtitle track embedded in the files, V9 does not because it came from CR. IQ dub has english subtitles. and for the sake of completeness i pulled all the non-english subs available on CR for V1-9 as well, those are in there as loose .ass files for the time being.

whenever possible, buy physical media. learn how to strip drm out of digital content that you own and make it a habit to do so.

archive responsibly 👍

ⓘ You can Bite your Friends.

I think kissing is so underrated. Sitting in someone’s lap and just making out for hours is a big mood.

i love nerds.

the way they speak so passionately about topics that interest them. their hands flying around in the air as they explain with such intent and love. when they all get shy and flustered, face flushed pink after given a complements.

the way their glasses get all foggy and their eyes go so hazy after making out. how breathy and whiny they become after just a few kisses. heart practically beating out of their chest at the sight of you in their lap, kissing down their neck.

the way their hands grasp onto any part of you as you start to pull away. staring into their eyes, fingers running through their hair while they plead and beg for something more. anything more than just the sweet kisses your leaving on their face.

it's so adorable. i love nerds.

okayy i'm little too much obsessed with the band uniform it's normal (yes????) (maybe not...)

I just want feel the comforting warmth of a girl behind me as we spoon. I want to feel us together under a large warm fuzzy blanket.. I want to feel her arm wrapping around me making me feel protected and safe. I want to feel her gently playing with my hair as she leaves light little kisses behind my ears.. I want to hear her whisper little words of affirmation in my ear..I want to feel myself drift off into a nice peaceful sleep as she holds me.

☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡

Twitter is a cesspool that I’m afraid of contributing to, so here’s the post I would be making there.

Millie and Luca have spoken up about not having a shitty time with Niji management. This is a GOOD thing. They don’t deserve that mistreatment. Moreover, this does not make them the bullies. Leave their asses alone.

Vox and Enna are well known members of Nijisanji for their creative endeavours, and obviously they haven’t graduated yet. This does not make them the bullies. Leave their asses alone and stop asking when they’ll graduate.

Ren just lost a genmate and now a senpai, both of whom were very positive and influential figures. He is not faking being upset for clout. You guys are fucking insane. Leave his ass alone and support him.

Rosemi and Elira have been said to be the last remaining pillars of NijiEN. This does not mean they’re the bullies, sucking up to management, the head of “cliques,” or have a moral duty to graduate. Leave their asses alone.

Anycolor threw every single talent under the bus for mentioning the “bullying by affiliated Livers” in their termination announcement. Anycolor is just trying to make themselves look good. Anycolor is not your friend.

These talents are understandably stressed, have just lost THREE important friends and coworkers, and now have the entirety of social media coming for them. Doki is not the only victim here. Their agency is going up in flames. They’re allowed to be upset.

[kisses you tenderly on the lips while holding you like my lover] don’t eat any food with mold on it even if you cut the moldy part off ok?

i want sapphic women to look at me in public and think ‘i hope she likes girls’

Want to wake up next to Cinnabar for the rest of my life (extremely quick and messy sketch, just for my own satisfaction, please ignore)

another chance.

just some ficlet/hcs about an idea i had, super unedited and a mess. I wrote it at midnight :3 anyways let me know if u want more. warnings: murder, drugs; specifically cocaine, suicide,

The smell of nicotine swirls in your lungs, the pink smoke dances across your lips. The clothes cling to your sweaty skin as you stare up at Valentino, heart pounding. “Do this and I promise to let you sleep, Princessa~” he coos sweetly, his second pair of hands holds you close as the other hold your face tightly. 

“Yes Val..” You murmur, sleep… sleep sounded so good. He twirls you around to face the stage, how did you end up here again? Your droopy eyelids get heavier as you stare at the stage from the sidelines, Vaenltinos yells but its all drowned out. Just one show, you tell yourself, one show then a week of sleep. A sugary drink is brought to your lips and you grimace, 

“Drink up~” Val whispers in your ear, tipping your head back as he forces the disgusting liquid down your throat. “One show is all i need from you, shake that sexy body and show Velvettes amaazinng outfit and then you’re done.” You take a deep breath as the music begins, you can hear the crowd roar with excitement. 

“Yes val.”

Valentino had taken you in soon after your death and fall into the Sloth Ring, You were a performer in life, a popular singer across multiple countries. Your provocative style and voice had made you an icon, many credited your fame to your producer.

Little did they all know was your producer was a creep, a terrible person, just all of the negative adjectives. The only thing he could truly be credited for was your crippling depression and even worse addiction, you were under his thumb 24/7

He was the reason why you’re in hell.

One day, while coming down from a high, something snapped in you- When he had turned around as he talked about a new show in Japan, you grabbed your grammy award statue. Swinging up and as he turned around, you hit him. And you did it again, over and over again. Screaming with frustration as you bludgeoned him to death, beating his skull in. Blood and brain matter splattered across your arms and face. 

He was unrecognizable, nothing was left above his shoulders- for the first time in years, you felt relief.. Freedom even, before the reality of what you did hit you. Bile climbs up your throat as you look down in horror, you step back up. 

You killed him. You were a monster.

Your pristine white carpet was matted with blood, you trip over your coffee table, screaming in horror. You couldn’t escape what you’ve done, you can’t go to prison, what about your family? Friends? Your fans?!

Breaking down as you gaze at his lifeless body, what were you going to do! 

A horrid thought fills your brain but.. It was the only way to atone for your crimes, suddenly your tears stop and everything goes numb. Everything that you start to do feels like nothing, one moment you’re in your living room and the next in your bathroom tub, bleeding out from your wrists and empty pill bottles strewn across the marble floor.

You deserved this.

And thats how you came to hell. YOu had killed your producer and then yourself; Landing in the ring of Sloth. Your first night was rough but someone had recognize you from their time alive, inviting you to their club, where you met Valentino and just like everyone else he employed, you fell for his charms.

Instead of being a stripper/porn star/prositute, He used your voice. You were his best advertisement right next to Angel Dust, the perfect thing to promote all of the V’s. 

Velvettes fashion, Valentinos music, and Vox’s newest technology. 

For a long time, you let them move you around like a puppet, not fighting back. They let you sleep, cause when they did? They could do anything with you when you were awake. It was an easy exchange, let you sleep and they get to use you as their personal advertisement. 

Your popularity boomed, performing in Asmodeus’s Lounge, in Velvettes fashion events, you filled out stadiums and more. People wanted you. They wanted to be you but you could care less, yes; when you were alive you would eat all of this attention up but now? All you wanted was sleep.

Angel Dust had known of you, and you know of him. Few times you cross paths, you thought nothing of him; no literally nothing. Often when you did cross paths, you were too exhausted for anything. And him? He saw you once, sleeping under Valentinos wing, and for some reason, he was filled with jealousy and disgust, disgust that he was jealous.

But when he moved out of the studio, you took the brunt of Valentinos abuse, the number of concerts boomed, the drugging intensified and so much more. You often cried for sleep, sobbing for the comfort of your bed. Breaking down after performances, clawing at Valentinos legs. 

You were going on a week of no sleep, being forced to be on the move constantly. One day, when no ones eyes were on you (which was rare) you had stumbled out of the Vee’s building, stumbling across the broken sidewalk. You couldn’t tell if you were dreaming but you kept on going until you tripped over a body and passed out. 

Hours passed. Days passed.

You finally wake up, in a warm bed but.. Not your bed. You look around, blinking one eye at a time as you try to lif your heavy body. You didn’t recognize this room, “mmmnhgg… Hello?” you groan out, and something at the end of your bed makes a noise. You look over and see a black and white cat, with one eye. You gasp gently, “kitttyy..” you whisper, reaching over and offering your hand to the feline. 

“KeeKee!! There you are- oh! You’re awake!” a feminine voice squeals, and you look up. She looked vaguely familiar, ah. You knew her from the news, talking about her Happy Hotel.

“Areeenn’t you the lady who sung on the news and then fought Katie Killjoy?” you ponder, raising an eyebrow, she freezes before letting out an awkward chuckle, she rubs the back fo her neck. You give her a dead eye look, “that was fun” you monotone. 

“Ah.. yes.. But!~ my name is Charlie Morningstar!!” she exclaims, quickly pushing away her embarrassment, she extends her hand and you gladly accept it, shaking it with a small smile. You offer her your name in return, “I found you on the street passed out, so i took you to my hotel, you were asleep for a loooooong time! I was getting worried!” now it was your time to be embarrassed.

“Ah… my apologies. I haven’t slept in awhile.. But.. thank you for taking me somewhere safe.” 

Charlie is extremely happy that your awake, obviously you needed to sleep somewhere safe and ya know- not on the sidewalk!! Plus, she recognized you from your music!! She’s a liiiitttle bit of a fan- 

She excitedly tells you all about the story of her finding you, and you take her. She practically swoops you up and shows you around the hotel, and it does look quite well. Throughout, your phone is buzzing angrily on the nightstand of the room you occupied. 

“This place is amazing..” you whisper, she told you about her dream and her ambitions about redeeming sinners. Perhaps.. You could be redeemed. “Are.. are you looking for demons to redeem still?” 

“Yes!! We’re always taking in sinners 24/7! ..” she then gasps, eyes sparkling, realizing why you must’ve asked!!! “Do.. Do you want to try?!” she squeals loudly, clapping her hands. The hotel is.. A bit decrepit.. Cobwebs here n there but if redemption was something that could happen..

Well..? will you give it a try?

Bray Wyatt gave so much the world with his creativity, his passion, his brilliance and imagination. Whether he was the Eather of Worlds, The Fiend, or in The Firefly Fun House, whether he was by himself, with The Wyatt Family, with Matt Hardy, Randy Orton or Alexa Bliss, he always had our attention and our hearts.

He’ll go down in history as one of the most creative, brilliant wrestlers to ever exist. A genius. He gave so much to us… thank you, thank you for everything. Rest in Peace, legend.

He’s got the whole world in his hands…

Toga: do you dare me to make out with Ochacko?

Deku: no

Toga: *shakes her head and chuckles* I can't believe you guys are making me do this

Deku: I'm not

Ochaco: shut up and let her speak

IM GONNA CRY IT WAS SO WELL WRITTEN I DONT WANT HIMIKO TO GO 😭

i dont think a fictional death has ever hit me this hard, like i cant hope for Toga to make it bc like, shes not plot armor protected like fuckin bakugo, if she lives it'll come as a complete surprise but accepting the chapter as it stands rn?? i am fuckin shook because what a powerful display of love all of that was, not even just romantic love, but also selfless love, the idea that things could have been different, that Ochako made her realize if she had found something like this sooner, she could have saved lives by giving blood instead of just taking it

AND LIKE IM NOT OKAAAAY IM NOT OKAY WITH THE WAY THEYRE LOOKING AT EACH OTHER

Ochako staring at Himiko, unable to really move, the only sensation beyond the cold she feels is the warmth as Himiko's blood flows into her, and she cries and calls out to Himiko with what little strength she has because she knows this is killing her, and all Himiko can do is look back at her and smile, still that same beautiful, genuine smile as she says Ochako's name back to her for what she at least presumes might be the last time ever

and she passes out holding Ochako close, she lived freely and the way she wanted to and she was the cutest girl in the whole world to Ochako

As someone who is both an older sister and raised their younger sibling, let me tell you why this scene was so good

It would be so easy to misinterpret Yang’s protectiveness over Blake here, but that’s not what’s happening. We’ve always seen Ruby as happy-go-lucky, follow-your-heart and do-the-right-thing, and it’s easy to forget that Yang raised Ruby, and the implied subtext there is that it *wasn’t* always sunshine and rainbows.

Yes, Yang is protective over her newfound relationship. Yes, she’ll maybe feel a little wounded that her sister is lashing out. But what we see here is Yang shifting ever so subtly into mother-mode. Yang knows this isn’t about Blake, or her and Blake’s relationship, she’s stepping in front of Blake to protect her before Ruby can say or do something she regrets. In essence, protecting both of them and trying to control the situation from escalating. Yang is stepping in front because she can take it, she’s GIVING her someone to yell at, because god knows she’s probably had to, at some point, take some lip in the past while the others have only ever known her as a strong, positive leader. She doesn’t shout at Ruby, she’s calm, lets her get it out and just looks sternly with a simple “Hey!” as in, ‘hey, that’s enough now’. 

Yang has expressed concern, and is concerned, but this is 100% Yang shifting into parent mode. This is brilliant because earlier in the episode and even last episode we’ve seen examples of Yang’s ‘concerned big sister’ side which is soft and supportive. There’s no malice in Yang’s expression, and it’s difficult to catch it because we haven’t had the best representations of ‘good mothers’ in the show, especially not ones that have had to chastise their kids at some point, but you can bet your ass that this is Yang’s parental mode stepping in to bring calm and stability to a chaotic situation. And that doesn’t always present as ‘let’s hug this out’, sometimes it’s stern, tough love and recognising that the younger one isn’t in the space to receive comfort, so the best you can do for them is diffuse the situation and be an authoritative voice of reason because she recognises her sister’s fragile mental state.

This is without going into how amazing Ruby’s portrayal was. Going after your sister’s new relationship is RAW, and personal, but it’s also what siblings do - they lash out sometimes when they’re under stress. The way Ruby says ‘we’re sOoOo happy for you by the way good for you’ - just SMACKS of younger sibling cutting loose and saying something they don’t mean, which makes Yang’s response all the more realistic for me. She recognises the tone, the almost-petulance and steps in before it can go any further.

It’s so subtle, but it SPOKE to me so massive kudos to Miles Luna and the animators for this. And god bless the clowns that use it as some sort of Anti-Bees discourse - the nuance is entirely lost on you.

I swear to god. These bots are getting so annoying, i think i’ve blocked at least 40 by now

Rip, he was one of my favorite characters in this series. he’s left a big impact, we’ll miss him

Today, we lost yet another member of the Harry Potter family, Robbie Coltrane has passed away. I think we can all count ourselves lucky that we got to experience his portrayal of Hagrid, and that we had the joy of growing up with him in our lives.

Felt like doing something picture book like.

A synopsis of me watching of Stranger Things 4 Vol.2:

"This is such a great show!"

"I'm not ready"

"No Nancy! Girl, don't get back with Steve! Be an Independet Woman! Its pride month, well was" *stares at the Duffer Brothers*

"Oh damn! They got my boy owens!

"I'm still wondering how Brenner survived season 1"

"Wow, are you actually dead this time? Check his heartbeat"

"JASON GET TF OUT!"

"Aw LUMAX!"

"Eddie wake up!!!!!!!!! Don't pull a Chrissy!"

"Wtf! EDDIE DON'T SACRIFICE YOURSELF! YOU ARE BRAVE, JUST GO BACK TO THE REAL WORLD!!!"

"Damn El you can lift"

"Why are Nancy, Robin, and Steve still choking?! It's been an HOUR?!"

"I freaking hate this show!"

*clutching my pilow and holding back tears"

"Mama they killing MAX! Ahhhhhhhhhhh!"

*watching Will confess his love to Mike but hiding it, cries in gay*

*turns to my mom and cries* "Why does this show got something wrong EVERY SEASON?!"

*too numb to even understand the two day time skip*

"Why we all smiling and shit?! I'm not happy!"

"Give El a God damn break!"

"This show makes me want to shoot myself"

something that i will always remember of technoblade is how he was kind just for the sake of it.

i will remember him claiming the monopoly sound was too loud for him to hear wilbur when he spoke of techno staying up all night to comfort him when he was sick. i will remember him taking the time to add watermarks for his artists when they themselves forgot. i will remember niki and sophie saying how he always somehow made sure they never felt excluded or neglected and how he would hate it, it would embarrass him when they spoke of his kindness publicly. i will remember him personally dming ponk to thank them for sending a 45-minute video of someone feeding hotdogs to raccoons in chat and timestamping his favorite part. i will remember his love for the people who created for him, how he would keep his mentions on for everyone before his fanart tag was formed and would just scroll and scroll to make sure not to miss any art someone made for him. i will remember half his friends and peers having some kind of a story of him reaching out to them during tough days, reassuring them, believing in them, making them feel loved.

i will remember him in every act of kindness i receive and i will remember him during times in my life when i will need to remind myself to be kind despite it all.

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