find inc

music from pixar movies
  • toy story: Randy Newman™️
  • a bug's life: Still Randy Newman™️
  • toy story 2: Randy Newman™️ but more depressing
  • monsters inc.: still fucking randy newman
  • finding nemo: way too upbeat and swingy for the movie
  • the incredibles: hype
  • cars: you can say you hate country music but this movie will physically transform you into samuel timothy mcgraw
  • ratatouille: so pretty you don't even care that you have no idea what she's saying
  • wall-e: cures my anxiety
  • up: 40s aesthetic but without the overt racism
  • toy story 3: Randy Newman but bouncier
  • cars 2: literally just listing american and british stereotypes
  • brave: daughter of a mumford
  • monsters university: roar isn't gonna be dated nope not one bit
  • inside out: elevator music that makes me cry
  • the good dinosaur: i haven't heard any of it recently so i don't have a joke but it'll probably make you cry
  • finding dory: sia made a funny
  • cars 3: a 90 minute funeral march probably
Pixar Movies

Aries : The Incredibles

Taurus : Ratatouille

Gemini : A Bugs Life

Cancer : Inside Out

Leo : Toy Story

Virgo: Monsters Inc.

Libra: Up

Scorpio : Wall-E

Sagittarius : The Good Dinosaur

Capricorn : Finding Nemo

Aquarius : Brave

Pisces : Cars

anonymous asked:

I lost what ever respect i had for Antifa after they cheered for the vandalized graves of WWll vets on twitter on the OfficialAntifa handle. Fuck them and fuck whoever still supports these pieces of utter garbage.

that account is fake dumbass and its not even subtle at that. are you saying you actually believed an account with a bio like this because thats legitimately kinda sad

‘Be careful who you fall for former Goddess’

The King - Star Crossed Myth

(is it me or does he seem to have a slightly different personality for each route? He’s pretty crazy in Scorpio’s)

My animation instructor's perspective of the Pixar films...
  • What if toys had feelings.
  • What if bugs had feelings.
  • What if monsters had feelings.
  • What if fish had feelings.
  • What if superheroes had feelings.
  • What if cars had feelings.
  • What if rats had feelings.
  • What if robots had feelings.
  • What if old people and dogs had feelings.
  • What if scottish people had feelings.
  • What if feelings had feelings.
  • What if dinosaurs had feelings.

hc: i know i’ve said this before, but eisuke is always Thirsty™ for mc, whether it be in his own route or someone else’s. like, he finds everything about her very attractive. hell, he’d probably get turned on if she just yawned or sneezed lmao…he probably calls her to the penthouse just to see her face lolol

KBTBB - Bidders Finding Divorce Papers (Ota) Happy Ending

I’ve received multiple requests for me to make a happy ending for my Bidders Finding Divorce Papers fics, and I finally finished one. Yay!
I never really had the intent to write a happy ending for this series, and judging by how long and hard I had to work on this fic (and I’m still not 100% satisfied with it), I’m not sure if I’ll be doing any for the other bidders. But anyway, I hope you enjoy this one! Hehe :)

Link to Part 1

**There’s still mild angst in this fic. Just a warning :)

Feedback is greatly appreciated!


      Bam! The loud slam of a door immediately caught all the bidders’ attentions. “She’s gone!” Ota exclaimed. Their eyes fixated on him; out of breath, panic and desperation clear in his eyes. They’d never seen him like this. He always tried to keep his cool, especially around them. Now, however, there was no façade shielding his emotions.

      When no one immediately reacted, he spoke again, “_______’s gone.” Despite their silence, everyone already knew who he was referring to. They just didn’t know what to say. At least, they couldn’t think of anything to say that wasn’t insensitive.

      Although, seeing that he wasn’t going to stop until someone responded, Baba stood up, “What do you mean by ‘gone’?” He asked, feigning confusion and surprise.

      “She left!” Ota handed him a small, crumpled piece of paper. Baba read her departing words to her husband. Not waiting for him to finish, the artist scurried further into the lounge, standing before the others. “I need to find her. Help me find her.” He demanded.

      “I’m not sure that’s the best course of action, Ota.” Eisuke stated calmly. The way he just sat there, arms folded and legs crossed, not an ounce of decent concern on his face, pissed Ota off.

      “Why are all of you so calm?! Don’t you care even a little bit?”

      “Of course we care about _______.” Baba said. Ota bit his tongue at that statement. 'So you care about her, but not about me?’ His mind spat, but this wasn’t the time for snappy remarks.

      Soryu seemed to pick up on the thief’s phrasing and added, “In all honesty, you kinda treated her like shit, Ota.” His face remained stony as always. The blond man felt his blood boil at that one. They’re accusing him of treating his wife, the most important person in his world, the woman he loved more than anything, like 'shit’?!

      “What did you say?” His tone turned venomous. He didn’t speak as if he were asking a serious question, more like he was daring the mobster to say it again.

      “Let’s face it,” Mamoru took the cigarette out of his mouth, “Ya nicknamed her after your dead dog, treated her like a dog, chose work over spendin’ time with her, didn’t reject the models who came onto ya-”

      “Shut up!” Ota interrupted, not wanting to hear anymore.

      How was this possible? How was something that good-for-nothing, slacker detective said making sense? How was it actually affecting Ota? Usually he could just tune him out. After all, all that came out of Kishi’s mouth, according to Ota, was smoke and meaningless, lazy words. But listening to him list off the sadistic things he had put _______ through….they made sense. They made Ota see, for once, how twisted the things he did really were. He started to see everything for what it was - He wasn’t treating her right. Not at all. No wonder she left.

      'No wonder she left me.’

      “Ota?” Baba called out to him, as the man had been silent, staring off into space for quite some time.

      Without looking at him, Ota said quietly, “I need to find her….I need to apologize.” For a moment, he forgot that he was in front of the other managers.

      Eisuke stood, moving to be beside the determined artist, “Ota, did you ever stop to think that maybe she was tired of you?” Ota glared icily at the cold CEO. Not fazed, Eisuke continued, “Do you really want to cause her any more trouble?” To Ota’s surprise, he wasn’t smirking. His face had that business expression as always. Ota stared hard at him for a moment.

      “You’re in on this, aren’t you?….You helped her leave, didn’t you?!” The volume of his voice increased on the second accusation. He could practically feel the knife wound from where he had been stabbed in the back.

      “She asked me to.” Eisuke responded calmly. “I had no reason to deny her of her wishes.”

      Ota glared furiously at the traitor, “You bastard!” He began to lunge at him, but was held back by Baba.

      “Ota. Calm down.” He said seriously.

      “You know how much she means to me! How could you just let her go?! You heartless asshole!”

      Throughout the verbal, and almost physical, assault, Mr. Ichinomiya just stood and watched, his face unchanging. Inside, he did feel bad for the artist and there was a slight ounce of guilt for sending the best part of his life away, but he couldn’t just neglect _______ when she was in that situation - lonely and wanting to escape. He reminded himself that he did it for her, and he had meant what he said, he had no reason to deny her freedom.


      Once Ota composed himself, and was placed a safe distance away from Eisuke, he once again asked the managers if they would assist him in locating his wife. To be blunt, it took a little consideration. They were all aware of _______’s desire to leave her husband. They knew of the neglect and what she began referring to as emotional abuse.

      The way he would return flirtation from models day after day at work, then come home and have the audacity to tease and mock her for juvenile things such as her cooking or how much she resembled a late puppy. How he would, despite the attempts to talk to him about her concerns and sorrows, place her feelings to the side; on reserve so that he may toy with them later. The nights spent sleeping alone in a cold bed, the meals going uneaten from both parties, the decreasing amount of intimacy in their lovemaking.

      They knew of it all. They saw the physical toll it took on her. Lifeless eyes, weight loss, falsified smiles, and a lonely aura. It was, honestly, a tough choice. But eventually they agreed to help Ota. With a condition.

      “Ota, you have to swear something to us.” Baba demanded.

      “What?” The painter was willing to promise anything if it meant retrieving the love of his life.

      “When you see her,” He spoke slowly, “And you ask her to take you back, if she rejects you, you let it go.”

      'If she rejects you’ The very words sent a stab through Ota’s chest. He merely blinked at the thief, unable to say anything in response.

      “Don’t insist. Don’t give a monologue about how she needs to come back. Don’t take up any more of her time. She’s been through a lot. Whatever decision she makes, you need to accept it. And let her live her life.”

      This speech felt as if he was being prepared to receive a no, which bothered him deeply. He couldn’t accept the fact so easily. He needed to at least hope that she could find it in her heart to forgive him. But, in order to appease Baba and the others, he nodded his consent anyway.


      Ota stood in front of the door, feeling a rush of emotions overtaking him. You were just on the other side. Just this single rectangular block of wood brought on intimidation, fear, anxiety, and hope. All at once. Then again, who could blame him? The rest of his life was beyond that door. When he came back through it, he was either going to be the happiest man in the world, or a broken shell of a man. His heart was beating so hard he was afraid it might shoot out of his chest. Then his fedora-wearing friend nudged his arm.

      “Go ahead.” Baba urged with a gentle smile.

      With a gulp, Ota Kisaki turned the knob and walked in. He didn’t knock for fear that you would slam the door in his face, refusing to hear what he had to say.

      “Is someone there?” A feminine voice called out. Ota froze, gulped, then resumed walking.

      He went around a corner, finding you seated at a small table in the bedroom. “Just me." He said. Your eyes widened drastically as you met his.

      God, you were as gorgeous as ever. Your hair shiny, your face decorated with subtle makeup that brought out your natural beauty. The clothes you were wearing accentuated that perfect body. Even in shock, he still found your expression so lovely. Any other day, any other time, he would be able to pick out a single flaw to expose and tease you about. Now, however, he could find none. Nothing. You had never appeared so flawless before. Like an angel right before his eyes.

      He, on the other hand, had never looked more of a mess. Those golden eyes carried light bags underneath them, obviously from lack of sleep. His clothes were mildly disheveled. His shoulders, normally held back, displaying confidence, were slightly hunched forward. He twiddled his fingers nervously, something you had never witnessed him do. You also noted the wedding ring he still wore.

      "Ota…w-wha..” Your mind went blank, your mouth unable to form a complete word.

      He rushed forward, dropping to one knee before you. Taken aback, you just stared as he took your hand, planting a brief kiss on it.

      “_______, please come back to me. I’m so sorry I let you down. You didn’t deserve the hell I put you through. I promise I won’t do it again. You have to…” He trailed off, recalling his promise not to demand your return.

      “Ota..I…I-I just don’t know…” Your eyes watered.

      “I’m sorry,” He apologized before speaking quickly, “I was stupid. So stupid. But I love you more than anything and I can’t let you go again.” Another kiss on the knuckles. “Please. One more chance? Just one….I swear.”

      Ota was just as shocked at these words as you were. He never dreamed that he could become that guy in the romance movies. Who gets down on his knees and begs for his lover to come back to him. Normally, he would stick out his tongue, throwing some sharp words at that character, probably something about how embarrassing, degrading, or pathetic that would be.

      And maybe that’s why it made his proposal so convincing.

      Ota Kisaki would never embarrass himself like this unless he absolutely meant it. And of that, you both were aware.

      “….Okay.” You said as a tear ran down your cheek.

      “Okay?” He asked, not quite sure he believed it.

      “Okay.” You reassured. Identical smiles crept up on both your faces as Ota stood, enveloping you in his arms, squeezing tightly. So tight that it hurt. His hands moved to your waist. He lifted you up so you could wrap your legs around him. He wanted to be as close to you as possible, so grateful to have the best thing in his life back.


Thanks so much for reading!