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Yuji-sensei was always dressed in one of two things. Either he was in casual sportswear with a hoodie on, or he was in his work uniform that was essentially the same thing but entirely black and made everyone assume he was a student alongside them.
While Kugisaki grouches about having such a âgross uncoolâ sensei, Satoru appreciates how consistently sensei decides to completely obscure his body with baggy clothes. Sure it means his fantasies of Yuji-sensei in form fitting slacks bent over a desk presenting his bubble butt never happens; but it also means that Satoru is less likely to brain himself because Yuji-sensei is stupidly hot and the six eyes just make that incredibly present.
Heâs lost count of how often sensei would stretch somewhere behind Satoru and a little sliver of abs peek out and Satoru would lose track of whatever he was doing and become an idiot. Heâd drop whatever he was holding, slam into poles, or in one mortifying instant had to run to a bathroom because sensei was sparring with the second years and his pecs bounced a little too much and Satoru could. Not. Stop. Staring. And it justâ well he needed a new pair of pants which Kugisaki noted immediately because she's a bloodhound when it comes to being nosy and annoying. And because his classmates are assholes, he knows that theyâll take advantage of senseiâs deal with Satoru about not vaporizing them to laugh in his face for the rest of time and tell everyone else. Because Kugisaki is an annoying harpy who loudly makes her opinion known and Megumi Fushiguro is a stupid hypocritical judgemental unfun narc who would tell Tsumiki-neesan his weak sister if when she wakes up from her cursed coma. Satoru can already hear her ugly horse laughter echoing in his ears.
So excuse him for eating shit not being prepared to see sensei talking to Shoko in an unfairly form fitting pair of jeans and a cropped jacket more at home in Kugisakiâs fashion magazines than his sensei. A jacket emphasizes how tiny senseiâs waist is compared to his big meaty pecs that haunt Satoruâs dreams.
âIs it that time of the month already?â Shoko says blandly, liquor glass out the same way every other grown woman Satoru knows does this early in the morning.
Senseiâs chuckle is light.
âYeah it is, make sure to keep an eye out on my students will you? I think Kugisakiâs about ready to find a way past limitless through sheer rage after yesterday, and I doubt Atsuya is gonna do anything if Gojo ends up with a nail through his eye.â
Satoruâs face heats up and he wants to go in and argue with sensei for his delusional belief in the others getting one over him. Megumi Fushiguro he can understand because itâs still early enough in the year for sensei to have some faith that he can be motivated in any way to actually improve his technique the way heâd need to. It took Satoru years and a fight to stop believing in that sort of equality, now he knows better.
Fushiguro would rather rot in mediocrity than grab Satoruâs hand reaching to pull him up.
Meanwhile heâs not even sure why sensei believes in Kugisaki getting past limitless. Enough so that he keeps cheering on her efforts when nothingâs been able to penetrate it before besides sensei himself, a one in a million chance that required a special rank is not something Kugisaki Nobara can reach. And yet there was a look in senseiâs eyes when he saw their spar. A condition or something that none of them can see, which, rude, seeing things is Satoruâs entire thing beyond being the strongest sorcerer ever.
ââanyway, have fun on your date, tell Hiromi- senpai I said hey.â
Date? Date!?
What does she mean by date, sensei doesnât date! He spends nearly all his time on missions or in class! The only times he isnât is some movie release dates andâ
âIs it that time of the month already?â
Senseiâs had a girlfriend this whole time and they never knew. Satoru never knew.
It makes sense. Yuji sensei is a catch. Heâs buff, strong, and has pretty hair. Even Kugisaki, through insults and gritted teeth, acknowledges Yuji sensei as a looker. Model worthy if he dressed better, which considering how good he looks in those jeans and that shirt holding on for its life against his chest, is absolutely right. Plus heâs nice and when he talks to you itâs like youâre the only person in the world, nobody is immune to his charm. Even Fushiguro is willing to drop his stupid bored brooding side character act and actually speak words instead of staring at you with his stupid dead fish stare when sensei rambles about movies that have slowly been making their way into their lives through weekly movie nights they have with the year above them.
Senseiâs nearly thirty, it would be weirder if nobody tried to shoot their shot. Heâs open about his tastes, even if they sound way too much like Tsukumo (they arenât dating, they canât be because sheâs the worst and sensei can do way better than a flake and deadbeat babysitter who laughs when she beats you at Digimon). There canât be that much of a dearth of tall women with a big ass, especially since sensei isnât even that tall, Fushiguro and Satoru are already taller than him. Even the clans could have women sneaking their way into his bed, because Sukunaâs vessel or not, heâs strong enough that those old farts would want that strength in their bloodline without any of that pesky responsibility for keeping a vessel alive.
Satoruâs stomach churns, acid rising like he has heartburn for some reason at the idea of Yuji sensei being taken advantage of by women for some reason. He doesnât even know if sensei would be mad about it. It could be something that happens to all special grades. As far as Satoru knows cousin Yuta could be being courted all the time and Satoru simply hasnât reached that age.
A chill runs up his spine before Satoru does an about face and gets ready to run and tell his classmates everything so they can spy on this Hiromi senpai, whoever she is.
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Not to be all "the children have forgotten the sacred texts!" but I just saw someone refer to a ship between two people who are good friends in canon as a crackship.
Hon. No. Crackship doesn't just mean "not canon". It's difficult to imagine two people who spend significant canon time together as a crackship. Crackship is when you write Galactus getting fucked by Tony the Tiger.
Gotta say, my absolute favourite notes on this so far have been the number of people congratulating Tony on his rebound from the Grinch.
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my most ungrounded and unresearched fear is that so many companies are pushing AI in part because it builds them a pathway towards a subscription model for a huge number of things that should not be subscription, but theoretically could be:
do you want to talk to verizon's help desk because there's an error on your bill? to access a real agent, you have to pay for Verizon Access+, only 5.99 a month.
want to filter out all the fake job postings from the real ones? subscribe to Indeed: Advanced Tactics and only verified postings will appear on your dash.
sick of the infinite ai slop? buy Google Premium; it'll automatically detect ai within a site and gives it a credibility score. with premium plus, you can shuffle high-credibility results to the top.
do you want a "luxury" experience? well, you'd have to pay for that luxury, and since the company sure doesn't want to pay its employees; the cost would fall to the consumer.
when automation has made every experience unpleasant; the experience of genuine humanity will be commodified.
This is already happening â one of the softwares used by a museum I work at only lets you talk to a human help agent if you have their premium subscription. It's such bullshitďżź
the fact you are not the only one in these notes saying "no this is already happening; i have to pay money to speak to a representative" is just... really awesome! you said a software used by museums is doing this shit? okay! great! wonderful!! anybody know where i can scream
âwhy did you write this man as a service topâ because i have eyes. and common sense. And also god spoke to me
furthering the haiscara agenda <33

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Bizarroâs there too dw
i swear people freak out about the tamest shit ever
"they identify as animals" thats nice, sharon
"no but they actually think they are animals" theres a war going on, sharon
"like they wear masks and run around in all fours and even bark at people" sharon the war
Very lazy sync doodle. Itâs been so long since last I drew him
every person can feel freddieâs presence in their souls when they sing MAMAAAAAA UUHHHH, I DONT WANNA DIE, I SOMETIMES I WISH IâVE NEVER BEEN BORN AT ALL with all the air in their lungs iâm not joking
itâs fucking crazy to think about the amount of people who have sung bohemian rhapsody? like itâs such a unifying song, by nature of the fact that so many people know it. it holds so many good memories for me and other people. itâs a song you scream in the car with your friends while you drive around your boring hometown, itâs a song you drunkenly sing with your arm around your best friend, or a song you sing along to with strangers when itâs on in public. itâs bittersweet to think about freddieâs legacy carrying on like that through his masterpiece. freddie carries on because heâs a part of so many peopleâs good memories and bohemian rhapsody is a huge part of that.
Reblog if you have sung bohemian rhapsody with your friends
every time i see this post iâm reminded of the video of 65,000 people singing bohemian rhapsody in near-perfect harmony
like, what other song can make that claim?
Some of the highlights of that video include:
The crowd cheering after the first stanza when they realize what theyâre all doing
So many people audibly âdoing the guitar partsâ⌠like ya do
The sheer number of voices joining the rediculous falsetto (thanks, Roger)
How they all start jumping at the ramp-up âso you think you can stomp meâ
Hands up, hundreds, thousands deep for the final âoooooâs and the last line to close the song
Only days before my state went into lockdown, âBohemian Rhapsodyâ came on in the restaurant kitchen Iâd just been hired at and, no shit, every single worker in that little diner started singing along. Me (the only queer afaik), the manager, all the other kitchen workers, the dishwasher up front, the two people on the counter, all but two of the men over 30. Just belting out Freddie Mercury at the top of their lungs. And you can bet when âsometimes I wish Iâd never been born at allâ came around, we every single one of us ramped up the intensity and basically made sure Freddie could hear us in the afterlife.
One of the things that struck me, listening to the video, is that you cannot distinguish the original vocals from the crowd, and sometimes you can barely hear the music. And the POV is on the stage the speakers are playing the song from!
Thereâs good reason why, nearly fifty years after the height of their career, Queen is still considered one of the best bands of all time ever.
(And how albums left lying about in cars will eventually metamorphose into Best of Queen albums.)
Something else thatâs rather incredible about this is, Bohemian Rhapsody is a very difficult song from a technical standpoint. Likeâhumor me, okay, go flip it on and try to sing the whole thing at the top of your voice without falling off-key, out of breath, or cracking at least once. Then come back.
Okay. Youâre back? Welcome back. Unless youâre a trained singer, you probably canât do it. There are too many long notes, too many key changes, and too many places whereâif youâre singing all the partsâyouâre just up and down the scale too damned fast. Iâm saying this as a trained singer and I canât do it. I always crack on âmagnificoâ and âleave me to die,â and I have a pretty decent range, but I know I sound ugly as hell on that final coda.
Okay. Now that weâve established that, I want to talk a little about singing as a chorus. One of the things a lot of people learned during the pandemic is how hard it is to take twenty people, all in different places, and stitch them together to make a single coherent song with perfect pitch and timing. Youâre all practicing on slightly your own tempo, slightly your own key, even if youâre all working from the same base track. (You can see this in a lot of the Wellerman compilations from Tiktok, where someone always says âSoonâ a moment before everyone else on âsoon may the Wellerman come.â) When you have a chorus comprised of many smaller choruses that are all traveling to be together, this is what dress rehearsal is forâto get all of you onto the same tempo so youâre starting and finishing at exactly the same time. This is a thing that normally only happens after at least several days of practice, and it is an important skill that must be taught. Youâre not just born knowing how to do this.
I do not know how many people at that Green Day concert were trained singers. But I do know there is no way in hell all few thousand of them were a single groupâthey showed up a few at a time, maybe even flying solo for the night. Now go and listen to the video again. Listen to the ends of verses and the pickups. Theyâre fucking crisp as hell. Everyone is starting and ending at the same place. Not even a single note off. (And yes, you can hear when itâs a single note off, even in a crowd that big. A handful of people would be enough to throw it off.) And while a few in the crowd may be off-key, so many more are on-key that the cumulative effect is of the song being on-key. This isnât even the band theyâre there to see.
They donât just know this song, this technically-difficult song, this long and complex song by a completely different band. They know it perfectly. They know it down to the fucking note. They know it so well that they did it in perfect synchrony, without a single chance to practice.
Do you know how insane that is?

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To my international friends: If you ever wonder why Americans are the way they are, just remember that 1/3rd of all US citizens are in a cult that teaches them to suppress the activity of their prefrontal cortex, particularly when it comes to doubt, critical thinking, and differentiating emotional responses from personal values.
1/3rd of Americans are Evangelical, and Evangelical Protestantism is a cult. We just donât think of it as one because itâs so normalized. However, it follows the B.I.T.E. model of cult dynamics.
Evangelism teaches its followers to always maintain states of bliss and ecstasy for Jesus. What this does is condition the brain to always operate out of less-evolved parts; areas that are responsible for more primal emotions like euphoria, anger, and fear. Because of how weâve evolved to survive, the brain will actually shut down our higher functioningâincluding critical thinking skillsâin favor of these primal emotions, when theyâre active.
Always feeling bliss = never questioning or feeling doubt. Evangelicals may actually fear the thoughts that do originate from their higher brain-parts because they think itâs the devil tempting them away from their religion. Theyâll engage in self-indoctrination techniques to make this stop.
This creates a cognitive dissonance so great that many Americans have no separation between how they feel and what they believe. This is really bad because their minds have literally no defense against undue influence. Theyâll vote for the dude who hyped them up enough. Theyâll buy into the conspiracy theory that excites them the most. Theyâll side with whatever gets the best reaction out of them, and getting a rise out of people is super easy to do.
Things like financial insecurity and low employment make this worse, too.
And just to be clear, this kind of conditioning can happen to anyone, regardless of their intellectual capacity.
Cult conditioning has nothing to do with how smart or dumb people are. You can condition literally any brain with the right time and environment.
Counteracting undue influence is a skill, and like any skill, it needs to be taught.
Cult experts frequently point out that the smarter people are, the more susceptible they are to this once the initial hooks are in, and the harder they are to deprogram. This is because while this kind of conditioning does not rely on intelligence, the ability to rationalise does -- the smarter someone is, the better they can rationalise what they already believe, so if theyâre committed to following their feelings, a smart person is much better at making it seem (to themselves as well as others) that theyâre actually using logic and reason rather than making ad-hoc justifications after the fact.
Also, people who know (or believe) that theyâre smarter than average tend to assume that this makes them harder to fool, conditon, or lie to. Which makes somebody much easier to fool, condition, or lie to.
So I am from the US but now live in Argentina, and as The American(tm) I often get reasonably asked the question, "Why are Americans, you know, like that?"
The best and most immediate answer I could come up with, and the one I've stuck to, is telling people that America is a country defined by being a haven for cults and religious extremists since its inception. And people are always like "god that makes so much sense."
But you know, the wildest thing is if I tried to tell any given American this (which I have) chances are they'd be like, "No way, that's absurd." And I think the thing is, if you're an American and have lived most or all of your life in America, this is just your normal. But when you live somewhere that is less saturated with religious dogma, cults and anti-intellectualism, it's readily apparent.
Tumblr added a bunch of tracking shit to share urls, so now ill teach you how to get rid of them
if you copy a url by sharing on the website, the link will look like this
getting rid of tracking in these is easy, just delete everything after the question mark and you are golden
in the case for the app, its slightly more complicated
first you have to delete at. that appears before tumblr(.)com the other tracking shit on this one has a lot more info, so please, clean app urls. after the first set of numbers, there's a / you have to delete everything after it
a clean Tumblr url should look like this
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