all my derps


My lovely bae just sent me my passport from CT from when I visited her and forgot it, and I find myself reminiscing again. I really need to stop. I haven’t looked at this stuff in forever.

Anyway, you guys probably don’t remember when I did that MCL Meme by @ladylemoon (thank you for making such a fun meme!) for Deviant Art back in June of 2012. Well, I just found the one I started, to ‘do it again’, in December of 2012. I don’t think I ever posted it, but seeing as I’ll probably never finish it anyway, I guess I’ll share this old thing. beh.

@rockyroadsmith and @honeynutfemios are in this too, go figure. XD 

(It’s so long on the post. Why is it so long? I’m sorry if I made it all utterly ugly. If you do look at this.. thing, open the links in a new tab so you can zoom in)

I went to a party tonight and I mentioned how one shot of alcohol puts me over the edge and then my friend’s boyfriend says “one shot one kill” just loud enough for me to hear and I lost my shit

anonymous asked:

Super fluffy ryomarx where Ryoma courts xander but xander is like ahhhh also basically ryoma sends many many love letters but is either too smooth or not smooth at all either is perfect thank ahh

Xander’s sneeze was violent: he was allergic to flowers. He’d woken up that morning to see a vase full of them on his desk, and the reaction had been immediate. Most of the castle staff knew about this, due to one circumstance or another, but he supposed it would slip through the cracks some times, either getting missed by new staff or not having been passed along for whatever reason.

The bouquet was huge, too.

He immediately flipped off his downy comforter, crossing the room in his pajamas to throw open his window. He upturned the vase out of it after checking to make sure no one happened to be walking by, scrubbing at his watering eyes and his reddening nose. He didn’t happen to catch the note card that fell out of it the bundle as he did so.

It was chocolates next, left on he foot of his bed and wrapped in a pretty red ribbon. Xander never had much of a sweet tooth, of course: he didn’t bother opening the box. He scooped the confection off of his bed, and on his way to his next meeting with the Hoshidan royalty, he passed it off to Elise, who ate them all that night without even opening the small envelope that had been left inside the box.

Xander had way too much paperwork. Peace negotiations with Hoshido were dragging on, the meetings having already taken up almost two weeks of their lives. It was only natural that things like personal correspondence would get put on the wayside, buried in stacks and stacks of contracts and negotiations and meeting logs. 

By the time he got half way through his stack, he’d long since forgotten about the simple white envelope on his desk with his name on it. He had more pressing things to attend to, and anything that wasn’t marked with a large red “URGENT” was quickly forgotten about.

“Prince Xander?”

Xander stopped, pausing on his way to his chambers at the sound of his name. When he turned, he was surprised to see the Hoshidan high prince behind him, looking a little uncomfortable. 

He couldn’t fathom why Ryouma would have followed him out of the meeting.

“Yes, Prince Ryouma?” Xander hefted the stack of papers in his arms, approaching the shorter man to give him his attention. “Was there something you wished to discuss that we didn’t cover during negotiations?”

“No,” Ryouma shook his head, swallowing a little but standing firm. “I was just wondering why I haven’t heard back from you. A simple no would suffice, if there was no mutual interest, but silence…”

Xander’s brow furrowed. “I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Ryouma looked a little wounded, but hid it well, the emotion only passing briefly through his eyes. “My flowers, the chocolates…? My letter…?”

Xander was quiet for a moment: it occurred to him that he’d been too exhausted and over worked to think to ask who’d been sending such things to him. It made sense, now, he supposed: it hadn’t started until negotiations with Hoshido had.

“I’m sorry,” Xander apologized, clearing his throat a little, “I didn’t notice any notes in them. Was there something you wished to speak to me about…?” Ryouma looked troubled at the news, but nodded his head.

“I was attempting to court you.”

Xander’s brain fuzzed out for a moment, and the next thing he knew, Ryouma had backed him into the stone wall of the hallway. The shorter man’s gaze was more than determined, but there was patience there as well. Xander’s face turned beet red. When he tried to speak, words didn’t want to leave his tongue, which just made the whole situation worse, really. He clutched his stack of papers hard enough in his suddenly sweaty palms that they started to crease.

“I don’t need an answer right now,” Ryouma told him after a moment, taking a step back. “I just wanted you to know. Please keep my feelings in mind.”

Xander watched Ryouma’s back as the Hoshidan prince turned, going back the way he’d come, clearly en route to his own temporary quarters.

Xander felt a little weak in the knees.

it makes me sad to think that i probably won’t meet any of my favorite people on youtube. i can’t go to conventions or fan meet ups and that just makes me sad. maybe someday i could go to pax east but i doubt it. it’s a couple hours away. sorry for the rant. i was just thinking.