Using A Big Pot To Cook A Fuckton Of Food Is Awesome Until You Need To Wash The Pot And Then Its The

Concept: Atsushi using Kunikida’s notebook to keep a journal of sorts.

He was hesitant to write in it at all given how important it is to Kunikida.

But he figured that when… if he returns that Kunikida would want to be updated about what’s been going on.

And he’d want it to be in his notebook.

The entries are always short because Kunikida always valued efficiency and Atsushi would hate to take up more room than he already has.

He always has the date and time clearly titled above before summarising the events thus far. His own thoughts bleed through the pages, his worries and his fears and his hopes.

As if he’s writing letters to the great beyond knowing they will probably never be read. He tries to imagine what Kunikida would reply to each one.

How Dazai would be grinning over his shoulder and tear it out of his hands to read. How they’d argue for hours and still give him all the advice he needs.

He apologises to no one when his tears stain the pages.

At some point Atsushi is able to access the now boarded up and abandoned Agency office. His hand shakes as he makes a note about medications Yosano’s had in stock that have expired and need replacing.

He spends 2 days just scrubbing the place like he was back in the orphanage. There’s no electricity so Atsushi makes a note that’ll need paying as he grabs a dustpan and sweeps.

He takes inventory and makes to do lists about what needs doing and uses the numbers Kunikida wrote down. The names and contacts of cleaners and builders who had always aided them when things go wrong.

They only ever pick up to scream at Atsushi for being a monster and to never call again. He neatly crosses them out and writes “I’m sorry” under each one.

He reads the older pages before bed. Old to do lists and ideals and principles and a schedule that was always so organised at erratic at the same time.

He falls asleep thinking of better days in a room that’s not his dorm and lays the notebook beside him.

Telling Kunikida, wherever you are…goodnight.

Tall

Skinny

Long white hair

Tragic backstory

Oldman twink

Snappy dresser

Immortal

Disability rep

Warcrimes McGee

Im looking forward to watching you all lose your minds /genuine

Can't decide whether it's funnier to say "my hungry ass could never work at a" and then say something that implies you're eating something truly grotesque or something that just, makes no sense

scientists in the 1990s, putting a Get More Purple gene attached to a harmless plant virus into an already purple petunia: please get more purple

the petunia, sensing an apparent honest to god Get More Purple Disease, using the previously undiscovered RNAi antiviral ability to shut down all other purple genes along with it just in case: you put VIRUS in petunia? you infect her with the More Purple?? oh! oh! her children shall bloom white! jail for mother, jail for mother for One Thousand Years!!!!

Bro why did you censor the snake's cloaca on the snake anatomy post??? It's a snake?

I didn't censor anything, what -

oh. Oh, no. That's meant to be a line to show where the tail begins. Oh no, now I look like some weird prude.

Yeah, that's meant to help people grasp the anatomy and visualize how small the tail is in relation to the torso. Not meant to be some kind of weird snake privacy screen

dazai is also the most tumblr sexyman ever

bungo stray dogs is a piece of media thats so filled with tumblr energy. Its like a collective mass hallucination of famous author fanfiction with just the right amount of derangedness, mental illness, generational trauma and existential crisis. Each and every character gives major gender envy. Everything is enemies to lovers to enemies to freinds to lovers to enemies. Everything the characters do is high-key illegal and everyone agrees that old guys in the government r useless except for this one triple spy who's sleep deprived to a fault. There is a guy who is chronically online and absolutely cannot leave his futon. There's another guy who could write novels in days and is more attached to a racoon than the rest of the world. bram stoker listens to spotify. bsd is the true tumblr-esque media.

Edit: and as it often appears bsd characters become each other's blorbos. They wanna hug each other they wanna see them going through the undying pain of human existence they spin them around in a mental microwave or smth

Edit edit: also tumblrinas love literary analysis and bsd is full of literary motifs

Edit edit edit: did i mention dazai and this website's shared weird obsession with crabs 🦀

hey americans there is a recall on testosterone gel because they found benzene in it! please check the lot numbers on your batches, benzene is really not something you want to be rubbing into your skin, also you might be eligible for compensation because this is just insane what the fuck

more on this page:

Washington State Local Health Insurance

Drug Recall Report

The Drug Recall Report is for prescription drugs that are have recently been issued recalls by the U.S. Food and Drug Administration (FDA).

Snow Ghost

very important redraw for my silly life

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a gallon of milk but with this kind of cap: