Me, earlier this year. I'm the one in the back, with the glasses and horrible hairline because why the fuck don't I start having a receding hairline at 21. The elder lady on the far left is my old Culinary instructor, the chubber asian/Hmong, if you wanna be technical, is one of my best friends, and the far right is my ex. I'd do a more recent one, like, any picture in the past few months, but my phone is trash and so am I :')
Follow your dreams, unless they end at a wall or mass murder scene.
Seireitei is crumbling and the Gotei is a shell of its former self. Ravaged by the plague, the surviving Shinigami struggle to maintain the balance, but with so few of them left, the work is taxing and their fortress-city has fallen to neglect. Spread thin across all fronts, their diminished presence has been noted by friend and foe alike.
The Arrancar have rebuilt Las Noches and are rallying. The throne remains empty, but self-styled Espada have risen up from among them and are vying for control, each one endlessly testing the others’ weaknesses. Too evenly matched for any one of them to claim the crown, they bide their time, waiting for the opportune moment.
On Earth, all seems well—but there is a war being fought in the shadows as the mortals find themselves lacking the protection they once had and so sorely need. The Quincy, having realized the oppressive specter of the Shinigami is no more, are flourishing, and are fighting the Hollow-breeds with renewed vigor.