and if filling the apartment with quotes from

  • Akaashi: Who broke the coffee pot? I’m not mad, I just want to know.
  • Hinata: ... I did. I broke it.
  • Akaashi: No. No, you didn’t. Kuroo?
  • Kuroo: Don’t look at me, look at Tsukishima.
  • Tsukishima: What?! I didn’t break it!
  • Kuroo: Huh, that’s weird. How’d you even know it was broken?
  • Tsukishima: Because it’s sitting right in front of us and it’s broken!
  • Kuroo: Suspicious.
  • Tsukishima: No, it’s not!
  • Lev: Psst... If it matters, probably not...Bokuto was the last one to use it.
  • Bokuto: Liar! I don’t even drink that crap!
  • Lev: Oh, really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?
  • Bokuto: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that!
  • Hinata: Please, let’s not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it.
  • Akaashi: No! Who broke it?!
  • Kuroo: *whispering* Well, Kenma’s been awfully quiet this whole time.
  • Kenma: REALLY?!
  • *Yelling ensues*
  • *Camera pans to Akaashi*
  • Akaashi: I broke it. It burned my hand, so I punched it. I predict that ten minutes from now they’ll be at each other’s throats with war paint on their faces and a pig head on a stick
  • Akaashi: Well, good. It was getting awfully chummy in here.
BNHA Headcanons

Just some head canons I have


- Don’t challenge him to any video game. He will. Destroy. You. Does not matter if you’re his best friend. You’re going down, and he’ll smile the entire time.

- Animals?? Love him?? Koda low-key gets excited.

- Pretty good artist. He doesn’t do it a lot, but it’s one thing him and Bakouga have in common. Not that either know. (Thats a lie. Katsuki has seen him draw, but doesn’t comment. He’s a little impressed tbh.)

- As they get older, and he gets more stable with his quirk he just. Picks people up. Randomly. Todoroki in his way? Dat boi in the air and set down before he can blink. Iida ranting too early in the morning? Tossed over the shoulder and thrown on the couch with a very drawn out “shhhhhh”. Shoji cries the first time Izuku does it to him cuz he thought nobody could pick him up anymore. Piggy back rides are a regular thing by third year. Even Momo gets in on it. (They’re all low-key attracted by it, but no one saying shit.)


- Good artist. doodles mostly and doesn’t talk about it. 

- very big dog person. Cats are okay- he’d own one, yeah, but dogs are where its at. When he gets one later in life, people are shook by how well trained and affectionate the pupper is. 

- Tone deaf. No one takes him to karaoke after the incident.

- He likes?? Kids?? No one was expecting this when they went on a field trip to the elementary school. Kirishima kinda thinks its cuz he regrets what he did to Izuku, and is sorta trying to make up for it. 

- When no one is around, he listens to really soft music.


- By third year he is known as The Prankster. He’s gotten too comfortable. Everyone fears the 1st of April. Even Bakouga locks himself in his dorm. (The only ones safe are Izuku and Momo- but they help him in secret.)

- The sass master by second year. “Did you run all the way here?” “No, just briskly walking throws me into cardiac arrest.”

- Really likes small animals. Hamsters? Heck ye. Chinchilla? STOP HIS HEART WILL BURST. (But hes also scared he’ll accidentally hurt them. Sweet boi.)

- Ride or die friend. Will drive at two in the morning to wherever they hell u managed to land yourself at. Probably would help you hide a body too.

- This boy can’t figure out video games to save his life. Prefers chess and crosswords. (But will try to play for Izuku.)

- Surprisingly, he’s that one person always taking pictures. His phone is loaded with selfies of him and and his friends. The only physical evidence that he smiles. He carries a selfie stick around and no one lets him forget it (but he doesn’t understand why its so funny?? he likes taking selfies with his friends. :( )


- Unhealthy obsession with flower crowns. He has like 10 at his dorm that he wears around when they aren’t training. (He made them himself.)

- Rly good at comforting. best hugs. Well, after Shoji. Good listener. 11/10 would have as best friend. 

- Really likes fictional books. Especially action filled ones. Bakugou was v surprised when he was laying on his friend’s floor and looked under the bed to find. like. fifty books. They all have rlly colorful covers and outrageous plots, but Kiri will defend them to the ends of the earth.

- fav pass time is to just.. walk. Where is he? probs just walking around the school grounds. Has accidentally stayed out after curfew. Got an earful from Aizawa. 


- Makes some bomb ass tea. However, he prefers coffee or cocoa. Midnight regularly makes him brew the staff tea tho.

- Regularly daydreams about being a cat

- His apartment has one (1) picture hanging on the wall. Its of his cat. Mic gave it to him one year as a joke. The blond still cries a little whenever he sees it.

- he writes down and saves weird things his students say. He has enough material to make roughly 3 books filled with quotes. He’s planning to publish them when he retires.


- Regularly gets attacked by birds. No. Really. It’s an actual problem. Birds are assholes.

- Both of his parents have regular human heads. His birth was very odd. And his dad couldn’t exactly accuse his mom of cheating, ya know? That would just raise so many strange questions.

- He’s not much of an animal person. The irony is not lost to him.

- Prefers hand-held games. He also joins Todo for chess usually. They are pretty evenly matched.

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Neo Yokio Quote Starters

Change pronouns accordingly

  • “What up city be-OTCH? Haven’t seen you in a long time.”
  • “What are you doing after school? Come to my apartment and we can get high and have a fashion show.” 
  • “I love being in public when my hair’s…WET. I feel like a gucci model.”
  • “You know what? you don’t deserve this big toblerone.” 
  • “I gotta go. Snacks are ready.”
  • “Her withdraw from society fills me with unease.”
  • “My world has become cold iron”
  • “I’m done searching for meaning in the aesthetic cycles of commodities.” 
  • “Couldn’t even find the body. He’s probably being dragged around the Atlantic in a tuna net, like a dolphin!”
  • Water. Ain’t. Weak. Yo”
  • “Sorry to disappoint you sales clerk. But the universe is dictated by forces far greater than field hockey.” 
  • “I don’t know what it is about a well decorated apartment. But it makes me wanna smoke.”
  • “Today’s special is squid ink fettuccine”
  • “Well, that IS the most melancholy pasta.”
  • “Dude that was creepy as fuck son.”
  • “Oh that is BULLSHIT. I’ve been waiting to get the house for YEARS. I’m gonna pimp it out it’s gonna be sooo flyyy”
  • “Hahah- My Style- is NOT conservative.” 
  • “Girl you are wearing khaki’s RIGHT now.”
  • “I could look for CLUES in his apartment.”
  • “The ONLY worthwhile thing about you… Is your taste in luxury chocolate.”
  • “I had a dream a toblerone was in trouble….and that toblerone was YOU”
  • “Do you have a PROBLEM with those swim trunks?”
  • “A run in with my ex and my uncles funeral on the same DAY? Good lord I need a drink.” 
  • “Fuck that and FUCK my dad.” 
  • “You think you’re so much better than me because you fight demons??”
  • “I LOVE water, without water there’d be no nautical fashion.” 
  • “YEAH. That’s your problem, you don’t know how to treat ANYONE well.”
  • “Well that’s enough vaping for me. I’ll see you around.” 
  • “Communism forever!”

No I wouldn’t leave you…. ಡ﹏ಡ 

Srsly I understand people who want a Route for him to make him happy and end all his pain. I would be glad, too! To take him away from this cult and lead him to a better life with you. That would be so nice, but on the other side…that is the only Option we miss, right….?

Apart from that we have many endings where we go with him to ‘paradise’, be his assistant or remember Christmas?

I think a Special would be better fot that. A “Rescue-Saeran" DLC or something you know lol. The point is, that I think, that there isn’t enough content to fill a full new Route, only for that wish we all (or most of us) have.

P.S. again I love you Ray/Unknown/Saeran and thank you Cheritz for this great game and character even if you broke my heart and soul lol

Answer me this: what good is it to fight for someone who doesn’t want to be fought for? What good is it to fight for someone who isn’t fighting for you? You can’t force him to try, you can’t force him to be consistent, to be loyal, or even to make a decision. You can’t make him care enough to stay with you. If it’s there then it’s there but if it’s not, then it’s not. You cannot fight for the both of you. You can only do your part and if he doesn’t meet you halfway then you know where you stand.

I knew where I stood but I denied it, I denied everything my mind knew and fooled myself into thinking you were just having a tough time. But you chose her. You chose to make it work with her, you chose to love her and you have that right. I just wish I had known it would end like this, I wish you would have told me you wouldn’t choose me, I wish I would have listened to reason. Because now I am here, stuck where I was before, with this vast, empty, gaping hole in my chest that I can’t fill, not with hate, not with indifference, not with boys, not with meaningless feeling, not with anything.

You made me think love is hard, that love is painful, that love tears you apart from the inside out and that real love stays through everything. But love is not pain, love is not hard, love does not tear you from the inside out and leave you broken and hurt, love is the one beautiful and pure thing in this world and you made me believe it was not and for that I will never forgive you.

—  the consequences of foolishness

My body is not my own. It belongs to the man down the street from my apartment; to the boy who cuts my hair during class (snip snip snip - my mouth fills with rust); to my father that shames me for heels and pleated black skirts, my knees bared to the world.

My body is not my own, it belongs to everyone but me; every flaw, every imperfection is my own doing: a rebellion birthed from despair.

—  archistratego 

“What it means to be in a relationship?” She repeated, an eyebrow arched as the younger boy nodded.

She took a deep breath, taking an even deeper drag of her cigarette.

“It means to never let your significant other feel like they’re alone. Even if you’re far apart, even if you can’t see each other for a long time, even if one of you goes to a place that they can never come back from.” Tears filled her eyes, and she flicked her cigarette to the ground, crushing it with her heal.

“You are never alone.”

—  Excerpt from a book I’ll never write
Andreil HC

• Neil loves collecting stuff now that he can keep it

• Andrew likes wearing Neil’s hoodies

• Like all the time

• Neil ACTUALLY has a sense of fashion now that he can have modern clothes that fit him

• Andrew is sheken

• Andrew knows everything about succulents

• like the plants

• One day he and Neil decide to go buy some plants or some shit

• And Neil goes on a whim and asks is they can have a cacti while pointing at a succulent

• And Andrew, never one to give up an opportunity, goes fucking OFF

• “That is not a cacti, it is an Aloe Polyphylla. It is a member of the Aloe family and this one have obvious sun burns on it leaves and under watering AND its overgrown its pot.“

• “okay … what about this one?”

• “Not that one either. It is a Pachyphytum Oviferum and it pretty much on the verge of death. There is no flower stem growing despite it being the end of spring, meaning a lack of nutrients, since it is its normal blooming time, and there it has had a lack of sunlight since the stem is all stretched out and the leaves are so far apart. There is a poor watering system here since the powder on its leaves, its sunscreen, is so splotchy, and the the tips are showing signs of rot. There are no holes in the bottom of this pot, so no drainage. The workers here must be complete fools since they used regular potting soil and since it retains to much water, they are pretty much drowning this plant. I almost feel bad for it.”


“What? I thought you wanted a plant.”

“You pick.”

“Fine, we’re getting this Echeveria Derendergii Blue since it looks the healthiest.”

• Neil will forever remember the day when Andrew revealed his love for succulents and proceeds to fill the entire apartment with them

• Andrew loves it, but he does go back to the store and leaves a very long and detailed lecture to the gardeners, all without changing expression

• After they retire from exy they open a nursery


I wanted too

Jughead Jones x Reader

“JUGHEAD JONES THE THRID” I screamed making my way down the slightly crowd hallways of Riverdale High. Glancing at me from his locker, he slammed it shut and ran in the other direction. “Y/L/N, don’t kill the poor guy” Archie, joked calling after me as I started running to try and catch Jughead but as I rounded the corner the hall was empty. “Asshole” I muttered, heading outside instead trying to spot our usual group at one of the tables.

“You’ve almost got steam coming out of those ears” Kevin, tried to joke as I stomped my way towards our group of friends. “Have any of you’s seen, Jones?” Using his last name to state how pissed I am. “What’s wrong?” Betty, asked pulling me down beside her, her face full of concern. “Never mind” I sighed, resting my arms on the table, stealing some fries off Ronnie’s tray. I didn’t want to burden our friends with something so petty.

Over lunch I kept an eye out for the beanie clad, raven haired boy I’m so keen to see but there was no sign of him anywhere. Betty, filled us in on what her and Jughead had found out so far but could sense the worry and fear that her father may have killed Jason because of Polly but that’s something only time will tell. When the last bell finally rang, I hadn’t seen Jughead around since before lunch and he wasn’t in any of my last three classes but it was safe to say he was definitely avoiding me.

Archie, was making his way down the halls straight towards me, his face neutral. “I’ve been instructed to send you to the Blue and Gold office” He told me, placing his hands on shoulder and spinning me back around. “Why? I’m not being interviewed again” I sighed as we walked side by side. “Definitely not that” He hummed, a small smile on his lips. “Can’t you just tell me?” I whined as we took a left at the end of the lockers. “Nope” He full on grinned, stopping us in front of the Blue and Gold office. “Open it” Pointing to the door, warily eyeing him before I grasped the door handle not sure what I was expecting to see.

“SURPRISE!” I screamed, almost falling into Archie who grasped my shoulders stopping me from doing so. There stood Betty, Veronica, Kevin, Cheryl and Jughead in the centre of them holding a birthday cake. “Guys!” I exclaimed, I wanted to kill Jug for this, he promised not to do anything or get me anything but his thoughtfulness didn’t stop my heart from filling with warmth. “I could kill you” I voiced my thoughts, blowing the candles out. “We never got to sing happy birthday for you” Kevin, pouted taking the cake from Jug. “Thank you so much for this” I smiled up at my beanie clad, raven haired boyfriend placing a quick but gentle kiss on his lips. “Happy birthday princess” He smiled, leaning his forehead against mine.

After everyone sang happy birthday, which pleased Kevin, we sat around laughing and joking and eating the best cake I have ever tasted thanks to Ronnie, who had it flown in from New York. It felt nice to be laughing and enjoying ourselves for once, it was nice to just sit and be teenagers for awhile.

“I still have the present you left at my door this morning” I smiled at Jug, everyone else debating about something or other. “You really shouldn’t have, you need to save all the money you can Jug” I scolded, given he’s just lost his home and job, I didn’t want him spending any money on me. “This didn’t cost me a thing. Open it” He grinned, watching as I brought the neatly wrapped box shaped present out of my bag. The conversation between the rest of them coming to a stand still.

Ripping the paper apart like a child I was confused when I seen a box filled with writing, possible quotes but I wasn’t sure from what or who. “Oh my…” I gasped when I seen the contents of the box. There was a couple of poems, movie tickets, a milkshake keyring along with a burger and fries one, notes that had been past between us in classes. I was speechless, this was a memory box of our whole relationship so far. “Jughead” a tear sliding down my cheek, quickly wiping it away to try and stop anymore from falling. “It was nothing” He shrugged, everyone sitting quietly watching our interaction. “I can’t believe you did this” I was still at a loss for words, I never knew Jughead could be this romantic. “I wanted too. I just want you to know how much you mean to me because I fucking love you” He smiled, taking my face in his hands, kissing my nose, my forehead and a quick peck on my lips. “You guys” Betty, finally spoke. “End game, I’ve said it before and I’ll keep saying it” She smiled, quickly glancing at Arch and then back to Jug and me. “I fucking love you too” Kissing his cheek. “The writing on the box is just a few things we’ve said to one another” Jug, said picking up the lid and sure enough if I squinted really hard I could make out some of it, this box wasn’t only filled with memories on the inside but almost every conversation we’ve ever had on the outside. “You’ll be the death of me one day Jughead Jones the Third”.

I fell in love before I knew what it really meant to love and feel loved. I always loved the wrong people with my right intentions. I always loved them for beauty and intelligence before I realized I had nothing to offer. That’s why I picked up the pen. I became a poet years later, but I believe I was always one. The road leads to the same ending. I was born a poet, I will die as a poet. I always loved today, I do. Even if I hate it now. Valentine’s Day, the only holiday where lovers had an excuse to love another. It was bullshit and a scam. I fell for it every time. Would you be my Valentine? Give me a kiss just one more time. The way she slammed my back into a wall and took my first kiss is something I could never give to you. The winds blowing past your hair and you bend over to pick up dropped love letters, I could never deliver those to you. My lovers of yesterday still haunts me in every way. From the way I attempt to describe love to the way I want to be loved. You know the scary thing? I loved them like how I wanted to be. For beauty, that’s why they always left. I was never beautiful enough. For pretty eyes, that’s why they left. I had chinky eyes filled with scratchy darkness, the kind near stars we could not see. The entire black night rests within me. I was never good looking enough, but I chased their beauty as I fell apart. The sex sells quote, that too is bullshit. I loved one for her body and let me tell you now. The hardest lesson to learn is lust and love. There is a big difference. If I loved you, I’d respect your body in ways that it made you feel like a book with a perfect cover. If I had lust for you? You’re in trouble. The lines are blurry. The lights are off. The hands reach and I’m afraid, the soul is weak. I’m left speechless as I hung onto the last parts of sex. The cuddling, being held, a warm embrace, those are the best parts of the relationship that lust forsakes. The sweet innocence you can take from someone, you can never give back. You can only hand them blood. Your blood. I am no angel. We are as we should be and destined to be, raised by our environment and our inner demons. I will apologize as I breathe through my coffin. She’ll see my soul leave this place shattered in a million places that she once tried to stay. She was a writer just like you. Filling my smile with more fucking poetry. That’s why I hate today. It’s a reminder of how dead I am. How I chase the outer appearance of the love aspect. How I don’t respect anyone or anything. How I can verbally abuse her to the point where silence is our only conversation. Yes, it’s true. I am, but another cliché. I was going to write you a happy poem. Fourteen for the days we had to wait for today, but I decided to remind you and myself of why I don’t deserve you. Or your flowers. Or roses. Or fucking daisies. This is why I fucking hate myself. No fucking metaphors. Just blood and another reason not to call you mine. You have my heart in a black trash bag cut into bits, but you still called me beautiful. That’s why I’ll always love you, sweet daisy of mine. You broke me a few times, but it’s okay. For as many times as I broke her, I deserve to be broken. I broke you right back. I’m sorry about our future and how it’ll never happen. I have guilt in my soul and this fucking poetry isn’t enough for me to attain redemption. I’ll write songs about you. I’ll write about you. I’ll always love you. Goodbye. Sleep easy each night and forget about me as you dream lightly.
—  This is why you’re my Valentine.
Can’t Help Falling In Love With You

@whotheeffisbucky asked: 

HEY- IT’S YOUR FRIENDLY NEIGHBOURHOOD WINE MOM. Anyway. I’d really like to request a drabble with my darling Sebastian and him and the reader just slow dancing for no reason in the kitchen or something when this song comes on the radio. Just super cute and super fluffy. You are the bestest.

A/N: A cute little request from last year. I honestly think this was the very first piece of writing I did on here too.

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He brought me up out of the pit of destruction, out of the miry clay, And He set my feet upon a rock making my footsteps firm. Psalm 40:2
If you are living a life apart from God; falling into sin, pain, sorrow, frustration, despair, or even just the overwhelming demands of life – you need a rescuer, Jesus Christ! He alone can set you free from the sin and mess you are in. Simply lift up your arms, seek Him with all your heart, and lay those problems at His feet. No sooner than your prayers fill the air, will He will throw down a life raft of love, mercy, protection, provision and compassion.
When we accept Jesus as our Savior, we are rescued by God. Rescued from death, from sin, from the emotional suffering of past mistakes, from the pain of trying to live life on our own and from spending an eternity apart from His love.
Dear Lord, I need you. Please rescue me. Help me to see You at work in my life, and understand how I can glorify You through these circumstances. In Jesus’ Name, Amen. 

Self-interest taught me to receive bad news the way hospital patients receive morphine in a syringe. It’s repulsive and it’s pitiful and it’s achingly selfish to claim that the injection of hurt running in my bloodstream is as cold as my mother’s hands, suddenly everything I do is rational because I suffer, suddenly my pain will prevail because it doesn’t matter who else is popping pills, cut up my wrist and you will see the ice spilling out of my veins. Don’t you see that my cold, my hurt is enough for us all.

I’ll bring my disease to show-n-tell, but it’s not contagious, don’t worry, only I have it. In freshman year, we learn about the Cold War in history class, and I can’t help but think that you and I are Russia and America, but instead of nuclear weapons, we rip our refrigerated chests open and compare whose explosion is bigger before we both self-destruct. We detonate into dust on Friday, but by Saturday, we’re painting each other’s toenails fuschia with arsenic and apologies.

There are planets colliding against my ribcage, made of seventy-five percent grief and twenty-five percent pride, we grip these sickening globes like trophies to our hearts because without them, there would be nothing left to hold on to. You tell me goodbye, the world doesn’t revolve around you, and I guess you took the fucking sun with you too, because everything is so dark. I’m whispering I’m sorry for making this a contest, but by then the toxins I used as justification for my constantly waning and waxing moods are leaking back into my arteries and I’m dying of pulmonary edema.

There’s a gaping black hole filled with pregnant ladies’ screams carved into my skin with a plastic spoon that I know obstructed me from seeing your own. Except maybe mine will heal with time and yours won’t. I tell you I wish I could suck your sadness out and flush it away too, you tell me you asshole, then stop pulling me apart even more.

—  I know I’m not the only one with problems but maybe we can just paint our nails again
Cable Wednesday

(gif belongs to the wonderful @worksofprobie)

  • She can’t keep herself together whenever she passes a pet on the street, she will take a different route home just to pet that one cute dog that always lies on the sidewalk
  • She has the worst sleeping rhythm ever, at 3am she’s up laughing at cat videos and memes
  • She memorises jokes from tumblr to tell them in real life
  • Strongly believes that a day doesn’t start before a cup of coffee, so she every day, she buys a vanilla late with extra cream and sugar on her way to the office
  • She’s probably not that great with plants but she tries anyway so the windowsill of her apartment is filled with almost dead plants like oregano or a tomato plant
  • She has a lot socks with patterns and colours on it, and probably none that are just white or black
  • Knows all Disney songs by heart and sometimes quotes life-advice from Rafiki from The Lion King or Grandmother Willow from Pocahontas
  • Has to google what to talk about when making small talk before she’s heading to a hairdresser appointment to avoid awkward silences
  • Had a short haircut as a child and was always wearing her older brothers’ clothing so she was often mistaken as a boy (but honestly, Cable couldn’t care less)
  • She wanted to become an astronaut as a kid and had a phase where she was really obsessed with dinosaurs
🍭 senior sister “memory”gift ideas! 🍭

Q: My great grand big and grand big are both graduating at the end of this month. I wanted to make them each something, but I’m not exactly sure what. Any ideas?

A: For senior crafts think “memories” and “keepsakes.” A commemorative big/little gift sets it apart from other DIY gifts you may have made through the years. Celebrating the good times you’ve had together, and/or wishing sisters good luck with their future lives, are both excellent themes for your crafts. Most traditional big/little gifts can be tweaked to make them extra special for senior sisters. xoxo ;)

Elements to use in your crafts:

  • Sentimental sayings
  • Inspirational quotes 
  • Keepsake “scraps” 
  • Sisterhood photos

🍭 MEMORY • KEEPSAKE DIY Gifts for Graduating Sisters: 🍭 

  • USA Plaque with a sentimental saying.
  • 2 States Canvas depicting where big & little will be when apart.  
  • Memory Box decorated with sorority photos, or a favorite pattern.
  • Painted Canvas with inspirational quote. 
  • Collage Letter(s) made from sister photos.
  • Sisterhood Shadow Box filled with mementoes & photos.
  • Framed Collage of memories.
  • Sorority Tee Shirt Teddy or Pillow. 
  • Painted Cooler commemorating the sorority years.
  • Decorated Memory Mason Jar with “memories” inside.
  • Bejeweled Bottle of Wine or Champagne covered with rhinestones or pearls and a big/little photo.
  • Wish Book filled with sayings & best wishes for your graduating sister on each page. Decorate the pages like a scrapbook.
  • Wall Photo Board tied with beautiful satin ribbon.
  • Photo Collage Picture Frame.
  • Mugs or Wine Glasses decorated with “together forever.”
  • Photo Collage Flower Pot with a blooming plant.
  • Printed Photo Pillow.
  • Decorated Magnet Board, Corkboard, Memo Board, or Clipboard.
  • Future Profession themed gift of any kind.  

🍭 More senior gift Inspiration: 

20+ Great Grad Gift Ideas

Senior Sayings for Crafts & Gifts

🍭 Most big/little crafts can be made senior special:

Ultimate Big/Little Giftie Guide


I have a genderfluid assassin oc raising Tsuna idea but. to write or not to write.This would basically be a reboot of my very first khr fanfic.

Title: Clematis: genus name of about three hundred different species of flowers.
(Etymology - Ancient Greek, “a climbing plant”). 

Summary: Rokujou Tsunayoshi took his first breath of life when Sawada Masako died at ten years old, an hour after her parent’s funerals. He was a quiet child, determined and eyes blazing-bright when he wasn’t clumsy and shrieking. A bit of a wallflower, fitting in everywhere and talking to everyone but never really quite close to anyone in particular. The most significant thing that everyone knew about him: he was dedicated to his very strange older brother. Rokujou Akito.

“I cannot be what the Vongola wants me to be, Reborn-san,” Tsuna said calmly, looking down at the Arcobaleno hitman. “They want a dead girl to be the wife of whoever wins the lottery of being the heir. I am not a girl right now. And even if I was, I would not want to be a wife.”

“Then what do you want to be, Tsunayoshi?” Reborn asked. He’d long learned that calling the teen “Masako” would earn no response.

Tsuna smiled at Reborn. “Whatever I want to be. And that and what the Vongola wants me to be will never be the same thing.” 

Tags: unfortunate misgendering, genderfluid OC, genderfluid Tsuna, slash in regards to ocs, distant parents that tried their best but accidentally assigned an identity-changing-assassin to take care of their kid, gen in concerns to Tsuna, because Tsuna has other shit to think of, confused Reborn, confused everyone.

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the day before the world ends (saeran x mc)

AN: Newest chapter of Horimiya is called “the day before the world ends”, and it just gave me a lot of inspiration. That manga is so cute, give it an anime pls
Warnings: Spoilers for 707s route, the secret ends and unknown
Summary: She makes him cringe – every time she fixes him with that smile of hers or offers to do something nice for him, Saeran feels like he’s going to burst out of his skin.

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I placed a hand on his chest and could feel his heart pounding in time with mine. He suddenly seemed aware of how desperate I was and wordlessly cupped my cheek in his palm and leaned down to kiss me.
Every moment we’d ever had together danced through my head. His awkward stance the day we first met, and how I scolded him before the parade for biting his nails. The way he protected me when the fight broke out in the kitchen, and how my eyes flitted to him over and over when the boys were deep in prayer outside the hospital wing. And, most astonishingly, the moment in the Women’s Room when Camille asked who filled my head, and how hard I fought to stop myself from saying his name out loud then and there.
All of it, every magical, forbidden second burned through me as we continued our dangerously treasonous kiss. When we finally broke apart, I was in tears, positive that Ahren leaving and the fear of losing my mother had been painless in comparison to this.
—  The Crown by Kiera Cass

“ I am God, and there is none else; I am God, and there is none like Me, declaring the end from the beginning, and from ancient times the things that are not yet done, saying, My counsel shall stand, and I will do all My pleasure …” (Isaiah 46:9-10).
Why should we believe the Bible? Does it have any truth?
Our God has foretold the future in the Bible and fulfills His prophecies in it. That sets the Bible apart from the other books. There are hundreds, if not thousands of prophecies in the Bible. Many have already been fulfilled. For example, Daniel prophesied the coming of the Medo-Persian, Greek, and Roman empires, Alexander the Great, and the details of many military battles. Isaiah and many other prophets foretold the coming of Jesus, His death and resurrection, the formation OF Israel etc etc., to mention a few. The Bible is like no other book in the world. No other religion has a book filled with prophecies fulfilled one right after the other.