#jaycanon

Give me a character and I will answer:

Onodera Ritsu

Why I like them: He’s such a dorky loser it’s hilarious

Why I don’t: “But Yokozawa said…” //smashes head against wall

Favourite episode: Drunk!Ritsu 

Favourite season: Idk man I haven’t finished season 2 yet

Favourite line: “Ignore the voice in the back…!”

Favourite outfit: Takano’s jacket over his pyjamas tbh

OTP: Takano/Ritsu, obviously

Brotp: Ritsu/Kisa

Headcanon: Can’t think of one right now, sorry .-.

A wish: JUST ACCEPT TAKANO’S LOVE OMFG

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen: Don’t let Yokozaw ruin your life, kiddo

5 words to best describe them: dense, adorable, lightweight, talented, dork

My nickname for them: Ricchan

Takano Masamune

Why I like them: He’s good-looking and generally just the type of character I tend to fall for, fight me

Why I don’t: It irritates me that he doesn’t confront Yokozawa about the things he told Ritsu :T (at least as far as I’m into the season at this point)

Favourite episode: The birthday one

Favourite season: Haven’t finished season two yet~

Favourite line: “Yo.” <- in response to Hatori just LEAVING

Favourite outfit: His black coat

OTP: Again, Takano/Ritsu

Brotp: Yokozawa/Takano tbh

Headcanon: He once took a picture of Ritsu while sleeping and uses it as his phone background. Only Yokozawa knows about this

A wish: Please just punch Yokozawa in the face

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen: Don’t hurt the dense child

5 words to best describe them: handsome, distant, determined, loyal, intimidating

Whenever Submerge The Nightmares starts off their concerts, they usually play a song everyone knows and since their favorite is Hotel California, they play that.

Or they resort to Beat It as well.

He remembers the first breath he took into dry and rotted lungs that weren't rotted anymore. He remembers the first time he opened his eyes and how he struggled to adjust, to see anything in the dark. Jason Todd remembers the first thing he spoke with chapped lips and a dry, cracked tongue - the name that he prepared to scream before the whole world exploded and it was lost in his mouth. He does not know another name, another word. They are locked away, hidden in his mind behind the walls that were constructed to stop his memories from taking apart his psyche.

He only knows Bruce as he claws his way through fabric and wood and dirt. Jason remembers Bruce telling him to conserve air, to think, not to panic. He remembers how it sounded like Bruce was there with him, waiting for him. Maybe above ground. Maybe waiting to say he was sorry, to say it was all okay. He does not know how much time as passed. All he knows is that when he breaks through, nails torn and ragged, the skin of his fingers bloody and raw, he is alone. Bruce is gone. There is no voice. He can taste dirt in his mouth. In his nose, in his hair. Every muscle burns. Everything hurts.