My Dear Lord And Saviour Cale, I Do Not Deserve To Behold Your Awesomeness. I, A Mere Mortal, Is Blessed

Would you also eat the googolgon?

Sure, I'd try anything at least once

reblog if ur currently scrolling tumblr to procrastinate writing ur fanfic

Just started rewatching mha but this time I'm watching it with the express intent of figuring out how the hero's PR teams as well as the HPSC managed to spin certain situations *cough cough* Overhaul situation *cough cough* Kamino situation *cough cough* in order to not have people rioting against hero society and it's incompetency as a whole. Tbh I just really wanna be able to observe a top hero's PR department for like a month just to see how they do it. Tbh I wouldn't even be a hero in the mha universe, the PR department is where the money is at and with minimal risk of bodily harm.

Help me I am literally so unwell about one piece ep 1112. Shanks. Shanks my beloved. My gorgeous red haired drunkard husband. I knew he was strong but holy fuck. The animation was fucking gorgeous as well. And Kidd is actually pretty strong. Like, I knew he was strong but I didn't know he was that strong. Wiping out a yonko fleet in one hit? Fucking awesome. I am going to be obsessing over this for days.

Okay, after listening to thunder bringer on repeat for the past couple of days I can officially say that I now understand all those people that willingly slept with zeus in Greek mythology.

Also, suffering and different beast are fucking awesome. I listened to the whole musical so far during a lesson today and those two stood out to me bc I liked them so much.

Current top 5 epic songs in no particular order:

Thunder bringer

Wouldn't you like

No longer you

Remember them

Open arms

Just got gifted my first deck for the OP card game, no fucking clue how to play but I'm still excited

"Non-consensual violence" yeah that tracks

First thing you see after you zoom in is how you die

How you dying 👀

Love this 💛

The Hearse

Follow the afterlife's carriage,

Down the winding roads and through each eerie passage,

A melancholy pilgrimage, weeps and prayers fill the air,

Solemn people on the mourners' trail, all with woeful stares,

They embrace the beauty of decay,

A beautiful, lamentable display,

In the final reveal, it's Myself they see confined,

It is me that they grieve for, and the life I've left behind.

- Kat Hollow, 5/5/2024

Through gritted teeth: my first draft is allowed to be awful. My first draft is allowed to be awful. My first draft is allowed to be awful.