The Simple Life

When you’ve been around the Smash characters for so long, it can sometimes make normal life seem rather… mundane. Don’t worry, Villager. You can still change the world, one garbage can at a time! :)

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So last night was a mess, I danced and sang in front of the camera until I puked but otherwise it was fine and dandy and fun, so thank you my friends for hanging out with me while i was drinking alone! <3

A doodle I did while waiting for my friends to pick me up to go play Smash. 

I haven’t been able to draw in a while, so I apologize for the lack of content. Hope this can make up for my absence! I should be right on schedule starting Monday!

Miley Stewart

Hannah Montana’s music career is very successful although there have been a few slips. In the pilot episode she is said to be continuing a “smash tour” which was being sold out, yet the subsequent episodes show Miley still going to school (something that wouldn’t be possible with a “smash tour”). In “Yet Another Side of Me,” Robby says that he has written 15 straight number ones for her. However, he may have been exaggerating since in “Miley Hurt the Feelings of the Radio Star” he says he has written 14 number ones for her.[21]

Link (Thanks, Rob)

anonymous asked:

Are scenarios open? Can you please do a break up scene with Dazai and a fem!s/o where they get into a serious fight with him or one of them has fallen out of love with the other and the s/o ends up leaving the ADA?

because i’m me, the angst queen, i have chosen to actually complete this request first shh i’m not sure if i’m emotionally in the right state to write a fight about something like this, so i’ve chosen falling out of love.

ahh it’s been a bit of time since i’ve gotten around to writing, so i apologize if this is a little rusty!

In retrospect, Dazai Osamu should have seen it coming, because as all good things are wont to do, his relationship with [Surname] [Name] has come to an end. He still finds himself clinging onto the threads of it, the threads rapidly tying themselves away and out of his reach, and though he understands her - though he understands why - he only nods in response to her words.

“I just can’t do this anymore.”

It echoes, like it is coming from the other side of a tunnel, and Dazai goes numb for a short moment.

Then his eyes snap up to hers, searching and searching and searching for something that he knows - deep down inside of him, in the part of him willing to be human when everything else is not - he will not find. It is hopeless, for Dazai can tell, from the way [Name]’s lips tighten the slightest and her fingers curl into a fist in resolute determination, that she has made up her mind.

And he knows, he knows with a painful reminder that every little movement of hers has a meaning he can find, that nothing will change it.

So Dazai accepts it.


A simple word, and [Name] visibly flinches. [E/c] gaze flicking away from his face, she blurts, “I - I’m sorry. I just - I can’t - ”

“It’s alright.”

The firm gentleness of his voice stops her, and she freezes, drawing her stare back to him.

With a small sigh, Dazai continues, finding little comfort in the way she pulls back to listen, perhaps permanently stepping away from him.

“I would be lying if I said I hadn’t begun to feel the same way,” he admits, slowly recalling the days they used to spend by the river and the nights spent with hot chocolate and tea and the once magical spark he felt whenever their fingers intertwined. It is gone now, worn  and the novelty and the excitement lost, the life he once sought no longer what he wanted.

A sigh of her own escapes [Name]. She smiles faintly, but it is forced. “I’ll be leaving, then.”

“Leaving,” he repeats, not quite comprehending. “Are you planning on leaving the Agency?”

It tugs at him when he nods, but Dazai ignores it. [Nae] can do whatever she likes to do. His opinion would hardly matter, at least not anymore.

“Yes. The Agency no longer has a need for me. I’ve found a job down the street, so I have everything sorted out. I’ll move out of the dorms once I get all of my things in order and brought to the apartment - ”

She’s rambling, but neither try to stop it as she backs up to the door. Her hands fumble for the door knob, taking a moment to find and open.

“Oh, and Dazai?”

He blinks and sits up straight. “What is it?”

[Name]’s lips curl up into a familiar smile, and this time nothing is forced. She says something, so quickly he almost misses it, slipping out of the Agency’s office with no intention of ever returning and leaving Dazai only her memory to hold onto.

“Thank you for everything.”