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its-york-catch-asshole asked:

Let's fuckin go, 3, 16, 30, 33, 39, 51

fuck that’s a lot

3.  Longest relationship you’ve ever been in?

16.  Do you believe in “love at first sight”?

30.  Are you straight, bi, gay or pansexual?

33.  Do you want to get married one day?

39. Have you ever given anyone/received roses?

51.  Would you rather date someone who’s rich but a douchebag or someone who’s poor but a nice guy?

Longest relationship was 7 months with a catfish!!!! 

I think love at first sight could happen but I don’t think it ever has happened to me.

HAHAHAHAHAHA idk buddy you’re gonna have to find out ;)))

I think marriage is overrated but yes.

I have recieved roses from my “ex”, David. 

Probably both. Money is important and so are nice people.

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please close your submit boxes if you can’t handle gore/porn/graphic horrible images. i just recieved one in my submit box and i feel sick and like crying, i didn’t know this was happening or i would have closed mine sooner. please close your submit box if you are triggered at all by gore/porn/graphic images.

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From @violinist-tsukki for @malfettooru

To whoever my reciever might be - First off, an apology is definitely in order here. I was short on time and this fic is short, but I still hope you like it! Also, I kind of deviated from the prompt a little bit, but I hope that’s okay ;_; Happy Valentine’s Day! 

Pairing: Bokuaka
Prompt: Person A starts to receive sticky notes in front of their locker door. They irk him at first but later guiltily admits that it’s cute and very heartwarming, though he has no idea who sends them. One day after practice ends, he caught the sight of Person B stealthily slipping a confession letter into his locker.

***

You have really pretty eyes.

That was the message scrawled in huge, messy, purple letters on the hot pink sticky note stuck to Akaashi’s shoe locker. It was stuck on at an awkward angle, and it looked like it could fall off any second. Akaashi noticed it all too easily.

He had no idea what it meant, although he had a sneaking suspicion as to what it would lead up to. But if it actually was a love confession, like he thought it would be, an entirely different question arose: Why? And, more importantly, why him? Akaashi was proud to be one of Fukurodani Academy’s most normal students - not like that was really a hard distinction to achieve here at Owl High - but it also meant that he was fairly uninteresting most of the time, which was fine. People didn’t talk to him too often, and he didn’t mind not being noticed; rather, he enjoyed it. It meant he could spend his breaks between classes in peace, reading or studying or just staring out the window. And while he was sure there were people out there who liked that kind of person, there were other people even in his own class who would make much better boyfriends. He would probably be too busy with volleyball for dates, what with being the vice captain of a powerhouse team and all.

With a frown, Akaashi grabbed the sticky note off the locker and started to stuff it in his bag. He’d look at it later, after practice.

“Hey, Akaashi!” Konoha’s footsteps preceded him, and he lightly punched Akaashi in the shoulder as he passed by. “What are you up to?”

“Nothing much.” Akaashi took his school shoes off and put them in the locker.

“Really?” Konoha looked at the tiny burst of pink sticking out of Akaashi’s bag. “What’s that?”

“This?” Akaashi took the sticky note out and examined it again. Everything was exactly the same as it had been. “It’s nothing.”

“Hm?” Konoha leaned over to read the note, eyes wide as he read. “Ooh, Akaashi! Somebody likes you!”

“I figured that much.” Akaashi shrugged.

“Isn’t that exciting?” Konoha laughed, walking towards the door. “See you in a few!”

“Bye.” As Konoha left the school building and walked toward the gym, Akaashi looked at the note one more time, still completely perplexed. After a few seconds, he put it back in his bag again, making sure to put it in a compartment with a zipper.

Once Akaashi had changed in the club room and got to practice, he was relieved to find that there was nothing weird about that. Bokuto was just as lively as usual, maybe even more so, which distracted Akaashi from the note somewhat. He didn’t particularly like the drills that were in store for today, but he didn’t really care. It was normal.

By the time practice ended, the weird pink sticky note and the message scrawled on it had been pushed out of Akaashi’s mind entirely.

***

You can do anything if you put your mind to it.

When Akaashi was about to leave school for practice the next day, there was yet another note waiting on his shoe locker. It was on the same kind of hot pink sticky note, with the same large messy handwriting, although the ink was blue this time instead of purple. Not like that mattered.

Last time, Akaashi was just confused, but now he was confused and ever so slightly annoyed. He still had no idea where all this was coming from - no one he knew seemed especially embarrassed today, or really seemed different at all.

He took the note again and stuffed it in his bag, in the same pocket as the one from yesterday. They were a pair now. A pair of cryptic, confusing messages that Akaashi had no idea how to interpret. He only hoped that whoever was writing them would reveal themselves soon.

“Hey, Akaashi!” Just as Akaashi was about to leave the building and head off to the club room, he turned around to see Bokuto jogging up behind him.

“Hello, Bokuto-san.” Akaashi stopped to let him catch up.

“So, what have you been up to lately?” Bokuto asked with a grin. “Been doing anything interesting?”

Akaashi shrugged. “Studying.”

“That’s not interesting!” Bokuto put his hands on his hips and pouted.

“Then I guess I haven’t really been doing anything.”

“Akaashi!” Bokuto frowned. “You have to do something interesting once in a while!”

“I guess volleyball is interesting enough.”

“Yeah, but you do that every day!” Bokuto chuckled. “We should all do something together outside of practice sometime, like with the team. That would be fun, right?”

“Depends on what we’d be doing, but yes, I suppose it would be pretty fun.” To be honest, Akaashi barely knew anything about the other third-years besides Bokuto. He’d never had the time to talk to them, since practice was so busy all the time. Though he didn’t really know it, he was looking forward to an opportunity to get to know everyone better. He was the team’s superstar setter, as Bokuto often called him, but he was usually more distant from the rest of the team than he cared to admit.

“Cool.” Bokuto grinned again. “You’re the vice captain, after all, we should plan it together!”

“Bokuto-san, do I seem like the type of person who’s good at throwing parties?” Akaashi asked.

“Nope, but you do seem like you could pull it off if you put your mind to it.” Bokuto wrapped an arm around Akaashi’s shoulder. “Come on, let’s go, we’re gonna be late!”

You could pull it off if you put your mind to it. Akaashi couldn’t help but connect that to the note he’d gotten just a few minutes ago. The wording at the end was even exactly the same. But even so, Akaashi just shook his head and brushed it off as a coincidence. But as he walked over to the club room, he kept wondering if Bokuto had any kind of connection to the note.

***

The next day, Akaashi tried to get to his shoe locker right after school ended, just to see if there was another note, and more importantly, to see if he could catch the mysterious writer. He assumed that their class was on one of the lower floors of the school, which made it easier for them to rush out and post the note up before Akaashi could get downstairs. He wondered if they also knew that his class was on the top floor.

But when Akaashi ran in, he wasn’t expecting what he ended up seeing, and frankly, even if he was expecting it, he couldn’t have been ready for it.

“Bokuto-san, what are you doing?” Akaashi asked, taking one tentative step after the other towards his locker, which Bokuto was standing directly in front of.

“N-nothing!” Bokuto instantly turned around, putting his hands behind his back with a grin as he tried to stand right in between Akaashi and his locker.

“I kind of need to get to my locker, Bokuto-san.” Akaashi crossed his arms.

“No, you don’t!” Bokuto turned back around. “I can get your stuff for you if you want!” He clearly didn’t notice the conspicuously red pen he was holding was right in Akaashi’s view.

“Bokuto-san.” Akaashi walked over and lightly shoved Bokuto out of the way, revealing none other than a pink sticky note on the locker. There were two words written on it: I like. He was clearly in the middle of writing something more. “That was you?”

“Yes?” Bokuto sighed. “I was hoping you wouldn’t find out.”

“Why not?” Akaashi asked, “I would have found out eventually.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” Bokuto frowned. “But I wanted to surprise you better!”

“Well, I don’t think there’s much to do about it now.” Akaashi held the sticky note up in front of him. “But if you do want to surprise me, you can tell me what you were about to write down.”

Bokuto froze, his face getting paler by the second. “Well, uh, I -” He stuttered over a few more words before he looked down at the ground. “I’ve only ever seen you smile three times, but it looks nice.” He chuckled nervously. “I like a lot of things, actually.”

“Oh.” Akaashi paused for a second, trying to process all of the information before he cracked a smile. “You’re funny, Bokuto-san.”

“Or you could say I’m a real hoot, couldn’t you, Akaashi?” Bokuto just grinned again.

Akaashi rolled his eyes and got his shoes out of his locker, putting the third note back into his bag. It didn’t matter that it only had the words I like written on it. That was really all he needed.

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anonymous asked:

Hi Wifu!!I've been wanting to open commissions for a long time but I actually don't know how the hell am I supposed to recieve the money, So since you live in Italy (and most people that commissions stuff are either American or British) how do you get the money? Thanks for your help! I love you! ♥

I get it through PayPal, a service that enables you to send and receive money online! It’s like a little online bank. You can transfer money to your credit card or cash (through a cash machine). A paypal account is linked to an email address, so I just ask for the commissioner’s email! If you have other questions don’t be afraid to ask <:

Sorry for the absence! I’m back and answering all my messages now… Not sleeping until I do. :) also you should all be recieving your valentine day cards this week. (Sorry its after vday) 💕💕

I'm not expecting but I'm hoping

Just gonna be a normal day for me. Haha. I’m not expecting something from someone. He’s not that romantic kase eh. 4 months na siyang nanliligaw yet I haven’t recieved anything from him. Hindi siya mahirap or what. I know kaya niyang bumili ng kung ano ano kung gugustuhin niya. Although, yung effort niya na hintayin ako everyday tuwing uwian ‘ko para mahatid sa sakayan, very much appreciated na. Yes, I’m not expecting but I’m hoping. Di naman ako materialistic pero I’m also a girl. I love surprises. Di 'ko naman kailangan ng mamahaling bagay. Yun bang kahit taglimang pisong bracelet lang or kahit handwritten letter lang, basta kahit anong galing lang sa kanya, masaya na 'ko. Yun bang may matago lang akong gamit from him. Kaso wala. :( Wala kahit isa.

((Someone just messaged us about making US Sans feel better, and I feel the need to clarify something. Remember that there are plenty of IB Sanses of each type, not just one. So it was only one particular Underswap Sans in the Sansy n’ Swaps comic.

The Underswap Sanses that any of you are dating will not be affected by this tragedy.

I’m sure Swaps will still appreciate the gesture, though, and you will recieve a response to your question!

–Mod IJT))

heeeey so valentine’s is tomorrow so i want to do a thing! Reblog and specify if u want a flower or kiss, along with which one of my characters u want it from, and which one of your characters you would like to be recieving it. Otherwise, it will be randomized.

Also! if u want oc’s from different things (example: gda oc kisses a lfa oc or vice versa) or au’s, then that is totally fine! just add the ref when u reblog if i won’t be able to access it from ur ooc or rp blog