Copypasta of anime culture, weebs and meme quotes from popular anime such as Jojo, My Hero Academia and Haikyuu. Also contains popular anime ASCII art such as “Oh? You’re Approaching Me?” and “Suprised Pikachu”.
I can't take it anymore. I'm sick of Sharkry. I try to play Mosin. My Sharkry deals more damage. I try to play Tololo. My Sharkry deals more damage. I try to play Qiongjiu. My Sharkry deals more damage. I want to play Siomi. Her best team has Sharkry. I want to play Vector, Centaureissi - they both want Sharkry. She grabs me by the throat. I farm for her. I pull for her. I give her the Guerno. She isn't satisfied. I pull Planeta. "I don't need this much crit dmg" She tells me. "Give me ATK%." She grabs Ksenia and forces her to throw herself off enemies. "You just need to funnel me more. I can deal more damage with Golden Melody." I can't pull for Golden Melody, I don't have enough Collapse Pieces. She grabs my credit card. It declines. "Guess this is the end." She flashes me with her panties. She says "Mina~ Agete ikuyo ☆." There is no hint of sadness in her eyes. Nothing but pure, Zoom In buff. What a cruel world.
I'm so tired of Springfield. I can't take it anymore. I'm sick of Springfield. I try to play Colphne. My Springfield gives more healing. I try to play Sabrina. My Springfield gives more damage. I try to play Zhaohui. My Springfield gives more damage. I want to play Florence. Her best team has Springfield. I want to play Nikketa, Tololo - they both want Springfield. She grabs me by the throat. I farm for her. I pull for her. I give her the Arcana. She isn't satisfied. I pull Samosek. "I don't need this much damage" She tells me. "Give me HP%." She grabs Florence's bear and forces it to throw itself off enemies. "You just need to funnel me more. I can sustain everything with Radiance." I can't pull Radiance, I don't have enough CP. She grabs my credit card. It declines. "Guess this is the end." She has a gentle smile on her face. She says "Omataseshimashta!" There is no hint of sadness in her eyes. Nothing but pure, Confectance index buffs all over my allies. What a cruel world.
Bro, don’t even get me started on Daiwa Scarlet. You’re talking about a mare so majestic she could make grown men cry with a single hoofstep. People out here acting like she’s just “another horse girl” when in reality she’s a living,… pic.twitter.com/PhmhJtyVD0
— Axel Syrios⛓ アクセル・シリオス (@axelsyrios) July 1, 2025
Very unhinged Tweets by Axel Syrios (Vtuber from Holostars) on Daiwa Scarlet from Umamusume: Pretty Derby.
Bro, don’t even get me started on Daiwa Scarlet
Bro, don’t even get me started on Daiwa Scarlet. You’re talking about a mare so majestic she could make grown men cry with a single hoofstep. People out here acting like she’s just “another horse girl” when in reality she’s a living, breathing testament to peak elegance, raw power, and tsundere perfection.
Daiwa Scarlet doesn’t run races, she graces the track with her divine presence. When she bursts out the gate, time itself slows down to admire the sheer artistry of her stride. Whole stadiums go silent, birds pause mid-flight, and even other horse girls reconsider their life choices witnessing her form. The wind doesn’t blow past Daiwa Scarlet, she commands it to follow her, like the loyal servant it is.
You think it’s a coincidence her mane shines brighter than your entire future? Or that her determination could melt steel beams? Hell no. This mare is built different. When she says “I won’t lose,” it’s not trash talk. It’s the TRUTH. And don’t even get me started on her rivalry with Vodka bro, it’s like prime MJ vs Larry Bird levels of petty beef mixed with respect that makes grown men tear up the kind of legendary back and forth that belongs in the hall of fame.
Daiwa Scarlet could run a marathon backwards in the rain and still finish first while lecturing you about training discipline. She could break every record ever set, trip mid-race, apologize for it, and still win by ten lengths just because fate itself is too scared to make her lose. The sun rises in the east, taxes exist, and Daiwa Scarlet is the LeBron James of horses. Some things are just facts of life.
So go ahead, keep pretending your little fav has a chance. Meanwhile, real ones know there was before Daiwa Scarlet, and there is after Daiwa Scarlet. And nothing will ever be the same.
As a Trainer-san I can’t just stand there clapping and cheering like a filthy fucking casual
As a Trainer-san I can't just stand there clapping and cheering like a filthy fucking casual. I gotta give it my all every single damn time, cuz that's what my goat Daiwa Scarlet is doing out there. I can’t let another Haru Urara happen again. That shit fucked me up real bad man. Seeing her fighting so damn hard every race, running her heart out knowing the whole damn world lookin at her like shes Doran at worlds on HLE last yr, and then those tears in her eyes at the finish line while she forces a smile like "It's okay Trainer-san, I had fun at least". Nah shits fucked.
Sometimes life ain't really fair, but that ain't a damn excuse for me to slack. If they're putting everything on the line out there, then who the fuck am I to just sit back and watch? Yeah nah, I owe it to them to go all in too. Every failed gamba skill check, every scuffed speed stat, every RNJesus gacha roll, the responsibility is all on me.
I will always have that memory burned into the back of my head, that damn scamming ass Arima Kinen finish where Haru Urara came in dead last but still looked back at me like fucking Mitsui from SlamDunk in his junkee days, "Did I do good Trainer-san?" and it fucks me up cuz she really believed in me more than she believed in herself. That shit keeps me up at night so hell nah, no more half-assing. No more light hearted cheers. I'm going all in every single time.
Hakuna Matata, Haru Urara, Fuck it, Daiwa Scarlet in 5🏇
Sometimes, I fantasize about Alya coming home drunk from a party and beating me up. She kicks me all over until tears start streaming down my face. Then, she starts to cry and apologizes, begging me to forgive her. She holds me and headpat me all night as I gently cry into her shirt. Please help is there any hope for me?
Its from curatedtumblr comments but the source has never been found.
"Yo, are these catboys straight?" I mutter to my buddy while uncomfortably adjusting my position on the bench.
"No, of course not." my buddy, Josh, responds with out looking at me, a confused sneer frozen on his face as he watches the baseball team full of catboys roll around on the grass and pounce on each other before bumbling the ball back to the skinny, scared pitcher. He hisses as he picks up the ball as if it's the first time he's had to throw one even though this game has been going on for 3 hours already.
"I don't know." I squirm, "I mean, I... well. I mean I think they could... they could be straight, ya know?"
"Definitely not, man. They're pouncing on each other and hugging each other and licking each other. These dudes are super gay." Josh throws his head back and looks up to the darkening sky. "I was supposed to leave 20 minutes ago."
He has some obligation with his girlfriend no doubt. "Well, ya know. Cats are gay. So maybe you're confusing these catboys with real cats when in fact they're only catboys."
"Nope."
Our batter who's up at the plate backs off and sighs heavily. He slings his bat over his shoulder and calls over to us. "Guys. We just gotta call it. We gotta forfeit."
The pitcher's mound turns into a catboy pile as all the catboys do that thing where cats arch their backs and rub against each other. Some how from this writhing purr pile, the ball launches towards our unprepared batter for another strike, his third. In resigned disbelief, he trudges back to the dugout and sits down on the bench.
"I can't believe it." the out-batter says.
Josh on the bench throws his hat to the ground. "We can't quit, dammit! We can't lose to these fucking catboys!" There's a quaver in his frustrated voice. I think he doesn't understand why exactly he's so upset to be losing to the catboys. Neither do I. I can't understand my feelings towards the catboys either.
Head in his hands, shaking his head, he continues, "These fucking catboys..."
I clear my throat to get his attention and then grab his shoulder. "Yeah, these fucking catboys. Look. The catboys are fucking."
At the pitcher's mound, the purr pile has turned into a fuck pile. The catboys have stripped themselves of their little baseball uniforms and all their lithe, pallid bodies are writhing and grinding together. The meows and hisses and screeches are almost unbearable. Almost...
One of our teammates stands up and walks right on past, present, and future by us, unbuttoning his shirt.
"Jesse? No, man. Don't do it. If they fuck long enough, that's gotta be a forfeit. We can still win this thing."
"S-sorry..." Jesse says. He makes a sound like he was going to say something else, like he was about to justify what he's about to do, but no. He simply strips naked and hops in the cat pile to a chorus of cheerful meows. They welcome him greedily.
I'm drenched in sweat, heart pounding. I feel like I have a fluffy tail curled up in my getting-tighter-by-the-moment pants.
"Josh, I uhh..." I don't want to let him down. I don't want to let the team down, but... It's a fur fuck pile.
Josh sighs, "Just fucking go fuck with the catboys... I'll be there in a minute... I just gotta call my girlfriend and tell her I'll be late..." he says while untying his cleats.
I'm relieved and ashamed, but excited as I hurriedly wrench loose my sweaty uniform. As I stumble in a lustful stupor, practicing my own meow, I hear Josh muttering to himself.
"These fucking catboys got us again."
Its a post on Tumblr by @henstomper in 2022 which became meme. The pasta is usually used alongside the first one.
the catboys i signed for my all-catboy baseball team dont know what baseball is and theyre actively loudly sobbing whenever they miss a swing and whenever they dive to catch a ball it bonks them on the head and they go "uweh" and our pitcher closes his eyes whenever he throws because hes scared and we're beating every other team in the league
Its a parody of a scene in Initial D where Ryosuke over-explains the the Nissan Skyline GT-R or R32 which became a meme.
The R32 is 4640 millimetres long and 1720 millimetres wide and weighs in at about 1430 kg, it has a 2600 cubic centimeter inline 6 engine with 2 overhead camshafts and 4 valves per cylinder. It is fitted with 2 turbochargers which allow it's RB26DETT to put out 314 bhp at 6800 rpm in it's factory modification, It makes use of the ATTESA-ETS (acronym for Advanced Total Traction Engineering System for All-Terrain) It is a four-wheel drive system used in some automobiles produced by the Japanese automaker Nissan, including some models under its luxury brand Infiniti, it is this exact system that made it unbeatable in the Australian touring car championships from 1989 to 1994, when they stopped producing the R32 generation of the Skyline GTR, It uses 17 inch BBS wheels on the 1994 V-SPEC models, the body has a 60:40 weight distribution making it understeer heavily
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The R32 is 4545 milimeters long and 1755 milimeters wide and weighs in at 1430 kg, it has a 2600 cubic centimeter inline 6 engine with 2 overhead camshafts and 4 valves per cylinder. It is fitted with 2 turbochargers which allow it's RB26DETT to put out 314 bhp at 6800 rpm in it's factory modification, It makes use of the ATTESA-ETS (acronym for Advanced Total Traction Engineering System for All-Terrain) It is a four-wheel drive system used in some automobiles produced by the Japanese automaker Nissan, including some models under its luxury brand Infiniti, it is this exact system that made it unbeatable in the Australian touring car championships from 1989 to 1994, when they stopped producing the R32 generation of the Skyline GTR, It uses 17 inch BBS wheels on the 1994 V-SPEC models, the body has a 60:40 weight distribution making it understeer heavily.
