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ons ch 145

DAMN JUST GIVE HIM HIS OWN MANGA RN

and the sun illuminating him glorifies this panel even more…the person who will finish everything will be Ferid Bathory 🙏🏻

Just his back

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Pov: you become a vampire snack

ons chapter 145, also known as the chapter where the manga making process is completely fly-by- the-seat-of-your-pants.

i think this is the first ons chapter where i truly felt my blood boil lmao. im going to go through it, highlighting my favorite ridiculous moments. this is very unserious.

1. foreshadowing, and the pattern of progenitors who have empty lives despite their successes in their human lives.

ferid certainly will manage to do that this chapter with the whole head on a shelf predicament. upon second reading, it's not a half bad attempt at foreshadowing.

2. a roman named pompey

is his brother named vesuvius?

3. ferid somehow not only living through this as a human, but remaining alert and communicative

wasn't this an insta death for humans up until now?

4. philistine as a catch-all, repetitive description that does nothing for the storyline whatsoever.

5. over a century of an injured vampire not drinking blood.

6. ferid is moses?

more foreshadowing?

7. my favorite scene

there are 3 logical directions to move your jar prison off the shelf: forward, backwards, and off the unblocked side. for some reason, ferid... chose the longest way. he could've cut down a decade if he switched directions forwards or backwards.

8. the logic of this scene

in the first portion of the manga, it was a whole deal that mika struggled by the skin of his teeth for 4 years avoiding blood. ferid, lacking a whole body, went well over a century without blood, and without the looming threat of demonhood?

... seriously?

9. ferid himself doesnt understand what happened this chapter

as i already stated, this is very unserious. im sure other fans will do a deeper dive, which i look forward to reading. im hoping that we get a continuation of ferid's past next month. this alone feels deeply unsatisfying, but i've been reading ons for almost a decade now and im in it for the long run.

Will never forget being in my Judaism course at university, where the professor brought in a reform rabbi to present to the class. But it was actually himself.

To separate the two spheres of his life- the spiritual and the academic- he would rapidly switch between wearing a kippah and a slap on bow tie.

So it was a three hour lecture of him slapping on a kippah to extrapolate "This is how I as a rabbi instruct my congregation in the mitzvot." Then yipping it off, clipping on the polka dot bow tie and continuing- "So here we can examine reform's approach to the 613 commandments, influenced by Abraham Geiger-"

My Hebrew professor (took Hebrew for my foreign language requirement, because fuck it I already knew the aleph-bet) is a conservative rabbi and a linguist. Class discussions could get intense. Good guy, good rabbi. Love it when rabbis are so scholarly they can't stay out of academia.

I took Hebrew back as a wee undergrad and it was taught by a retired rabbi. First day of class he saw my last name on the roster and there was a very distinct pause as he went “…I know this name… are you related to (my dad’s name)?”

Upon getting confirmation that yes, he did indeed name my father there was another pause and he goes “I used to babysit him… he was such a little shit.”

And then proceeded to go into the syllabus while I laughed my ass off.

♢⋯ Thranduil in The Hobbit

my phone isn’t charging even though i plugged her innnnn dramatic ass bitch. YOUR PUSSY IS FILLED! WHAT MORE COULD YOU WANT

Can you stop bouncing and moaning on it 😐 please for the love of god

i see now that i shouldn’t have made this post on tumblr. specifically.

Finally, I can stop thinking about Sherlock when I plug in my phone charger.

orc mating season has begun

the half-elven halfling's village:

this is a shadow of Sky Tower, the tallest building in the city of Wrocław (Poland), regarded as the city's penis.

it does indeed look like one. it is also so tall and in such a flat area that you can easily see it from kilometers away. and at all times the penis shadow is cast upon the oblivious sheeple.

@official-penis-posts

Official Pole of Poland Post

Here's the statue in case anyone else thought 'how much like a pussy could it be?'

those guys are facing the wrong way, they aren't even trying to find it

My three girlfriends. And yes, they smoke weed.

do they smoke weed?

Yes, actually.

you mean she isnt just smoking a cigarette? but a weed cigarette?

It’s called a bunt…. Not weed cigarette… And yes, it is a weed bunt. They all smoke weed bunts before we kiss. (They are my girlfriends,)

They don’t look like they smoke weed.

Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. I’m so angry you are so lucky my three weed smorking girlfriends are rubbing my shoulders to calm me down I’m so mad.

Your “weed smoking girlfriend” has a Hello Kitty tattoo on her belly. The one in the middle.

I printed out a photo of your avatar and taped it to my punching bag that I punch and I mutter your URL with every strong punch I punch you twerp…. Don’t ever Talk about Blaiz or the wicked Tat(tattoo) I drew on her ever again I Don’t wanna see you standing outside my home at 3 am holding your weird dripping brown bags ever again ok leave us alone this is the FINAL FUCKING WARNING 

Well that escalated quickly……

What, was that? Hmm? Come again. *Blaiz grabs my shoulder* Come on Jory, they aren’t worth it, please. * I jerk my shoulder shaking her hand off* NO! NOOOOO!!! *starts to just pummel you with my big fucking fists. With each blow I let out a furious yell. The blows come quicker and harder and the yells get louder. I’m yelling so loud and now I’m crying. BREAKING POINT. The week was hard and I can’t take anymore. I’m opening sobbing at this point while you blood gurgle. All three of my girlfriends struggle to pull me off and they finally succeed and lead me away from the goo pile that is now your body*

haha oh my god

who even is this dude? someone needs some anger management classes.

love how he keeps reminding us that “I HAVE THREE GIRLFRIENDS”, “THEY ALL KISS ME”, and “THEY SMOKE WEED HURRP DURR”.

and let’s not forget the “Blaiz” and her “wicked tat”, or that he doesn’t “wanna see you standing outside [his] home at 3 am holding your weird dripping brown bags ever again”, and that this is “the FINAL FUCKING WARNING”.

“the goo pile that is now your body”

i’m dying over here, jesus

please, Jory, come challenge me to a bout of internet witticsisms; i promise, it’ll be fun.

*shoots you dead* Heh, idiot… *leaves with my three weed smorking girlfriends to go hold hands and kiss.*

this dude playin omg 

Come again? *The bar falls silent. No one dares to make a sound, as you have just said a very poor choice of words at a very dangerous time. I remain slumped over the bar, not looking back to you. One hand limply holding an almost empty bottle, the other hand cradling my head. I repeat the question, this time louder.* Come again?! *You can hear me slur the words, the sentence sounds like a real struggle for me to get out. I’m clearly intoxicated. A bead of sweat rolls down your face as you realize you might have just fucked up in a very major way. Everyone else in the bar is pretending to not notice what is going on. The bartender idly washes a mug with a cloth. His eyes are closed and he’s muttering something to himself. A handful of people hurriedly leave. One person looks back at you, a look of sorrow on their face. They almost say something, but shake their head and cast their eyes down to the floor, and leave. But not you. You stand, petrified. A quick look at me reveals I’m still  at the bar. You look to the exit, there’s still time. But there’s not, there’s not, there’s not. Your fate was sealed the moment you opened your mouth.* Mother fuck.. what did you say?! *I slowly rise from my stool and being to lumber over to you.  I look a mess. My hair is unkempt, I haven’t shaved in what looks like months, there are dark heavy bags under my eyes, my shirt is stained and has holes in it, and I’m missing a shoe. But the main thing you notice is the gun tucked into my jeans, and my massive muscle arms that look like they were made for punching. You know that song about the boots that were made for walking? Yeah, it’s like that only instead of boots it’s my muscles and instead of walking it’s punching. As I drunkenly sway over to you, you think of your family… Will they mourn you, or will they try and forget this blotch of stupidity, that their child insulted the Jory publicly, ever happened to their family? Your thoughts are cut short as I now stand face to face with you. I grab your face and pull you even closer.* Playin?! There was nothing playing… no playing you fuck. No playing… it was real.. the realest thing I’ve ever know.. felt… Love. I loved them… Blaiz…. Chas-Chas… Funk… I loved all three of em… but they…*My face is wet with tears and I’m blinking constantly in vain to hold them back.* They left me… left… *Almost instantly the sadness leaves my face and is replaced with pure anger.* Playin? Playin?! *My hand leaves your face and starts to head to what you think is the gun. You close your eyes and see God looking at you, shrugging. ‘Pft, you brought this upon yourself dude.’ He says as he waves his hands at you dismissively. But instead of the gun, my hands grab yours. Your eyes jolt open and the anger is gone from my face. There is only sadness.* Left me… * I fall to the floor and sob.* Wow, grow up. *You say before you leave the bar but are hit almost immediately from a car and are killed upon impact.*

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Closest match: Canis lupus genome assembly, chromosome: 12 Common name: Wolf

owww. owwwuh. fuck. wait. *pulls out* theres a damn rock in your pussy man.

the tags on this post are absolutely rancid. good work everyone

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