good that's what i thought

anyone else have that one villager that lived in your very first animal crossing town and you just love them unconditionally

we’ve always taken shelter in our unhelpable pride

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sixofcrowsnw challenge: take two ≡ best moment of your otp

kanej + religion

When Arashi spins laughter... and actual spins (Arashi ni Shiyagare 04.03.2017)

└ The guests are ice-skaters and have Arashi take on the challenge of giving a ‘winning’ ending pose after taking spins in a chair.

First up…

Exuding stoicness as expected of our youngest.

And he pulls off a cool pose… albeit a little totteringly.

You didn’t only make US see stars then Jun-kun. (^_^)

Our next contestant tries to build up his inner reserves…

And his expression just speaks a thousand million words… (^_^)

Before he absolutely kills me with his ending pose!

And shipper in me tried to be more focused on Sho-kun… I tried really.

And although Masaki’s a literal blur, his hairstyle makes him look so kakkoi~~

And that ending Chinese gongfu-like pose! (^_^)

Then comes our cheater Neener.

… who while looking “nervous”, attempts to bribe / bully / kick the staff into spinning him at less than half the speed of the others. (HAHAHAHAHA~)

Though it hardly yields the desired outcome.

… as he totally feels the dizziness and nausea.

Last but DEFINITELY not the least… our sassy Riida with a helluva lot of SASS with a capital ‘S’!

You just KNOW he’s got something up his sleeve with THAT smirk on his lips…

Sasuga Onee Ohno-san~~

Did you ever really doubt the outcome?

And just a final shot of them all in their spin outfits.

Cr: Arashi ni Shiyagare 04.03.2017

Sibylline Song

(Alright, here it is. The unedited, unfinished mer!Stiles fic. Warnings include: assholes, angst, violence, people being specist, and references to canon deaths.)

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Their journey begins with the usual amount of pomp and ceremony expected for a trade ship.

It’s the Triskelion’s forty second voyage from the colder, northern channels of Bæyan to the warm waters of Coca-Machu, and the crew means to make it a good one. Nothing too dangerous—they’re going to actually try trading this time—and everything will go smoothly. Even the weather has been fair to them since they left Port Duke with the morning tide. Many of the crew had waved goodbye to the few friends they’d made over the years, and perhaps a few enemies too. Others were more than glad to leave the port as quickly as they did.


“Are you still moping?”

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Soo @lein-wahliik, @silverstagpotter, @deadrock-n-rollsociety, @theweirdgirlthatlikesmetal, @viking-badger, @bruceedickinson, @prideandperdition and @just-one-more-bridge-to-cross tagged me to post a selfie, thanks folks.
Decided to post these 3 pic, because well, it’s better than just one, lol. Also pardon my face. At least I’m looking good with these pants.

Anyways, I’ll tag: @monicasanoli, @moonslices, @thewatchmakersdream, @iron-maiden-lover, @derogatorylt, @helloweeny-gamma-maiden, @helenahomicide, @hietalice, @seashell-eyes-and-windy-smiles, @cosmicbeast, @death-and-the-healing, @mareavera, @666-the-number-of-the-bitch, @fucking-black-metal, @hobbitsmind and @twerkhammett

Haise’s Birthday Poem begins with the lines [x]:

“Someone said this:
“Even if you have no memories of being loved, for as long as you have memories of loving someone, you can continue to live.”

…But how is someone who has never been loved be capable of loving someone else?

A child who wasn’t able to receive the minimal love they required at the time they needed it the most will continue to gaze at the illusion of affection and never know how to love until the day they die.

Well, how about me? Can I continue to live?”

Furuta grew up without love, surrounded by the products of Tsuneyoshi’s fucked up harem. The only person who seems to have shown any affection at all for him, as seen in the flashback in this chapter, is Rize. Rize who cared if he died when she ate him. Rize who played with him. Rize, whose fate he was fully aware of. Who he saved, because at some point, or maybe deep down still, he understood that that fate is wrong. She was the only thing he had, and he let her go, for her sake.

In this explanation to Kaneki, he mentions explicitly that as a child, he had these childish ideas of love and marriage in the future for them. Things he gave up for her safety from the men of the main Washuu house.

Even when he’s being crude and creepy, talking about Rize having all of those children for him, he references 101 Dalmatians. A Disney movie. And one with some of the healthiest romances, both between the dogs and the humans.

Even now, he’s looking at a Disney movie where two dogs snuggle each other. Where these two dogs have 15 puppies who they risk their lives to save. And who adopt 84 other puppies who would otherwise be dead. When you think about him as someone who grew up surrounded by who knows how many half-siblings, in the Garden like he did - this is basically him saying he wants a Disney Romance.

Which is not to say that the way he’s speaking isn’t terrible. That the tropes he’s using aren’t horrible and misogynistic. They are. Furuta, as he always has, is falling back on farce and drama, on systems of power that he himself as already explicitly told you he condemns. Furuta switches between honest and lying, between truth and exaggeration, between real emotion and fake dramatic flare over and over.

He speaks in this weird mix between a cynical jaded, crude adult, and a desperate, sad, idealistic, stubborn child. Like with his big speech to Eto about V in 66, I think this chapter he is mixing truth and fiction. Sometimes strategically, sometimes just because.

@linkspooky​ pointed out to me that it almost seems that the more honest he’s being, the less of his face is shown. Times when he’s really approaching sincerity and seriousness, he’s shown from the side.

Where as most of the time, he’s hidden under his flare and his masks and his drama.

Furuta, for all his fake emotion, is clearly uncomfortable with the real thing. Uncomfortable when people make him feel things and uncomfortable expressing emotion. Uncomfortable and unskilled and really parsing it.

Instead, he falls back on theatre and performance and lies.

When he says he couldn’t bare the thought of her having a kid after being free for so long… was he talking (just) about jealousy, or was he talking about the fact that the CCG, and thus V, was gaining on her - had almost captured her in the 6th ward and gotten Shachi in the struggle, and was well on their way to tracking her down again? Was he talking about not wanting her to be free, or about after all that time, still not being able to accept the idea of her being recaptured by V and used by the Washuu men like that.

He used her too, of course - and brutally. I think he was mad at her not only for wasting the freedom he helped her win, for almost getting caught again - but also because he still cares. And he doesn’t want to still care about her. So he punished her for his own feelings. Furuta is… not a fan of his own feelings. And he’s childish.

Its not an excuse for what he did to her, but I do think he acted when he did, if not the way he did, because if he hadn’t, there was a very real chance she’d have returned to her old fate. And that, he could not abide. Even now.

What he did, to Rize, in taking her power and undergoing that surgery himself, in killing off all the Washuu, taking leadership of the CCG - he gives multiple reasons for it even in this one conversation with Kaneki. On the one hand, in his proposal to Kaneki, he sets up a clear role for himself - as a villain to unite ghouls and humans against (Kaneki’s team, rather than the CCG and Clowns in this case) and introduces it as a big production, culminating in his own, rather than Kaneki’s death - ever suicidal as he is.

But explicitly, he also claims that people don’t need reasons for what they do. He also claims that he is doing what he wants to do, and that he is doing what he wanted to do as a child.

I think all of these have a grain of truth to them. He talks in such a way that mixes narratives, mixes truth and fiction, and sometimes just because its easier to talk with (half)fake emotion than real ones.

I think that Furuta, the nearly 6 year old child wants to destroy the toxic terrible “family” that used and abused him, and create in its place a 101 Dalmations style family, with him and Rize as Pongo and Perdita. A big loving, new Washuu family. This part of Furuta doesn’t care about ghouls or humans or Kaneki Ken or Eto Yoshimura or any of that at all.

But Furuta is also an adult, and became one probably much too quickly, if he knew what awaited Rize and helped her escape because if it. And the Adult Furuta knows he can’t have any of that. That Rize forgot about him and doesn’t love him back and that he burned that bridge by dropping those beams. His children with her are going to be via Kanou. Anything new will be born from death and fire and war. Adult Furuta has plans. Adult Furuta wants.…something… out of all of this. Some grand finale.

Part of Furuta is still that child - still wants Rize to come back to him and love him and play with him (and maybe kill him). Wants a big happy Disney ending for them. But he also knows he can never really have that. He’s known that he could never have that, because of how he was born. That’s the irony of that line, about the life he has and how he might as well. Because he was born to NEVER get what he wanted, ever. (And yet - and yet he fights back - viciously and endlessly and savagely, despite being born only to serve.) Because he has grown up now, and he’s done terrible things, and he knows that that happiness is impossible. But he’s also 6 years old and desperate and lonely.

I personally have thought for a long time that Rize is being set up as the one who will kill Furuta. I just hope (though I don’t necessarily expect) that they will get a chance to talk before it happens, or when he’s dying, or something. A chance for him to thank her for finally killing him, after all this time. A chance for him to say sorry, or not to - to say he’s glad he did it if it ended there, with him dying in her arms.

I still don’t think Furuta thinks any way about women, in general, though I understand why people see this pattern. It’s certainly a power structure highlighted by his character, either way. I think he probably has a good deal of the background misogyny of the culture and of the Washuu clan in his upbringing, but he also has a deep seeded hatred for everything about that upbringing. His understanding of things is so twisted and bent around this terrible place he was raised in, and the world he was forced to live in, that its honestly a miracle he’s still fighting for something different.

But Furuta sees every structure as a farce, as a mask, as a tool, rather than a truth. And he plays with these tropes of misogyny and discards them just as quickly. He’s making himself out to be a villain, to be crude, to be cruel. And it’s no excuse for his actions - for the very real fate Rize suffered at his hands. But he deals with Matsumae as a failed knight and a hypocrite, not as a woman. He plays with misogyny and its masks and its power system when he’s mock-flirting with Eto, but the next second he throws it away. He has no regard for masculinity or its virtues. Its a game to him. And that is a nasty and dangerous way to look at a very serious thing. Which is a great metaphor for Furuta who sees farce in everything. And is setting up a grand theater with all of Tokyo as its stage, possibly to write his own death into the final act.

“When I unveil this, won’t you come play with me?” He knows what Kaneki wants. He knows who Kaneki will save. He knows who Kaneki will kill. He still wants to die, and he seems to like the idea of dying to make things better, in a sense. And still, he’s speaking like a child. Come play, Kaneki. 

“Doesn’t it make you want to die?
If you die, you can get cured you know. (This is true.)



So if you were planning on giving me something.
In this year, I want four times more of that love or hate.



PS: (Laugh, it’s fun!)” [x]

smh i’m trying to redecorate Wes’ loft and i realized i have like 0 rugs from cleaning out my cc a few months ago. i closed my game to go hunt for some but ended up downloading 200 items of cc.. none of them were rugs.

pls.

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Favorite lyrics off of Owl City + Ocean Eyes

anonymous asked:

22:12 and I'm wondering what brings random strangers to be kind to me when I can't even be kind to myself

lol a few days ago in English I was listening to someone else’s conversation in class because I have no friends and this guy was like ‘yo xxxx is probably queer’ and i replied that i was the real queer in the class mind you i’ve been cracking ace jokes all year but apparently this kid and my entire class thought i’d been joking the whole time and they were like ‘???? you’re ace?’ and i was like ‘???? you didn’t know?’

katielynn526  asked:

For the request night: Do you think you could write some more Donnie and Casey bonding please? Maybe about how Casey jerry-rigs all his rad fighting equipment. I like them in a platonic sense personally but I don't mind romantic either, whatever works for you! ^^

This got a little away from me. Whoops. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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Another explosion went off inside the lab, and Raph sank a little further on the couch.

“How many is that now?” Leo asked tensely beside him.

“Six. Not including the one an hour ago,” Raph answered.

“What are they doing in there?” Leo hissed.

“I don’t know,” Raph said, eyeing the doors nervously. Another explosion, this time followed by cackling that was loud enough to make it through the wall. “I don’t know if I want to know.”

I want to know,” Mikey muttered, trying again to get up from behind the couch, only to be pushed back down by both Raph and Leo. Adding Mikey to the situation would probably do the opposite of diffusing it.

It’d be like throwing nitroglycerin onto an already raging oil fire.

Raph may or may not have been a little scared to find out what his brother and friend were getting up to. There’d been a worrying amount of explosions, and way too much maniacal sounding laughter.

The doors suddenly slammed open, causing Raph and Leo to jump, and Mikey to let out his own surprised cackle.

Donnie stood in the doorway, grinning too widely and with his black goggles over his eyes. He was covered in what looked like black explosion residue. A bubble of laughter came out of him, and even without seeing his eyes, Raph felt Donnie had a wild look in them.

Raph sank a little further behind the couch.

“YOU WANNA SEE WHAT WE DID?!” Donnie shouted, still grinning like a mad man. “SORRY IF I’M SHOUTING! I CAN’T QUITE HEAR RIGHT NOW!”

“No thanks!” “We’re good!” “I do-!”

Raph and Leo slapped their hands over Mikey’s mouth.

“YOUR LOSS!” Donnie exclaimed, not looking put out at all.

“HEY DEE, I THINK WE CAN MAKE IT LAUNCH FARTHER IF WE ADJUST THE COIL AGAIN!” Casey shouted from somewhere inside the lab. Smoke was starting to waft out the open doorway, and if Raph could have broken out in a nervous sweat, he might’ve.

Donnie waved gleefully at them all, and then slammed the doors shut again. There was more shouting inside, and the only distinct words Raph could make out were “grenades” and “offensive capabilities”.

There was another explosion, and the laughter that followed was probably the scariest yet.

“I think I liked it better when they hated each other,” Raph said, privately wondering if Donnie had deactivated the smoke detectors.

Leo nodded jerkily, and Mikey whined about not getting to see what was happening.

First from the Nonsexual Acts of Intimacy post:

♥: Reacting to the other one crying about something

with Loghain and Breme <3


Loghain could not sleep. He paced his room as the hours ticked by. His years had taught him that if he lay down, he would only toss and turn. Loghain had never been able to sleep the night before a battle, crucial as it was, not once. This night, before the ending of the fifth Blight, before he faced down an Archdemon, it would be no different. And there was…the added stakes to keep him awake.

Well. He would sleep for an eternity soon enough, he supposed.

Despite his restlessness, if he kept walking like this, he would worry a hole through his carpet. Then Anora would never forgive him.

Anora.

Though the Grey Wardens had not placed him under house arrest per say, he doubted he could stomach visiting her now. If he did, his resolve could very well break. Or worse, she would try to rope him into a scheme to escape. No doubt, cunning girl that she was, she had one and would do whatever it took to ensure he would live through the morrow.

But Loghain had to concede. In his opinion, it was an all too fitting punishment for his crimes against the Grey Wardens and against Ferelden. He could not have doled out a better one himself. It seemed that even without his guidance, the girl, Breme, had turned into just as calculating and strong a woman as her sister Anora had.

Loghain felt his heart swell with pride, despite knowing he had no right to her. He had deliberately taken no part in raising Breme, letting the Couslands do what he was too afraid to. Too afraid of what he could see there. Yet there was no doubt in his mind that she took after him in shrewdness, and he could see Rowan in her fierce determination and her pride. Or, perhaps, that was just more of himself. Wishful thinking was what made him see Rowan, for in truth the girl looked appallingly similar to his own likeness. The poor girl.

These things were all Loghain knew of Breme. If only he had more time to know her, to maybe make amends. Would she even have him?

Loghain ceased his pacing and pinched the bridge of his nose.

To what end would that ever serve? It was in selfishness that he cast her out of his life and in selfishness that he hoped to reclaim her. He was a vile creature, indeed, undeserving of Rowan and even less so of Breme.

Besides, he had a death sentence to see through.

In a fit of hapless frustration, Loghain quit his room. Perhaps if he looked over the maps of Denerim again, covered as they were with colored arrows and figurines of soldiers, he could quiet his mind. Loghain knew it was in vain, but it was better than letting himself think.

He passed the rooms of Breme’s companions, a little jealous of the loud snores he heard coming from the dwarf’s room. He passed her golem—“And just where does It think Its going?”—ignoring the rude things it called at him until he reached the end of the hall, and then—

—the sound of anguished sobs stopped Loghain in his tracks. He knew them well. His own heart had made that sound more times than he could count.

Loghain stepped closer to Breme’s door and hesitated while he listened.

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Holy

Late b-day present came in the mail

My sister couldn’t come to my birthday because she lives all the way over in colorado but damn she sure made up for it holyyyy shit

@.@

rozzychan  asked:

Which character or person, of all of those that you know, embodies to you the word GENTLEMAN?

who is the opposite of donald trump?


send me an ask

I just remembered the existence of I’ll Give You the Sun. DAMN

Since Grimmons is pretty much canon, and we know thanks to Doc that Grif’s parent[s] favoured Kaikaina over him, and that the reason he eats so much is to deal with his emotions—then that time Simmons’ eyes were glued to Kai’s body must’ve really hurt him. And I don’t know if he’s insecure about his weight but considering Kaikaina was implied to have a fit and flexible body then I’m guessing that did not help.

Grif probably ate even more during that time and instead of questioning it, Simmons would chastise him for ruining his body.

Does your heart hurt? Mine does.

Roller Coasters

Ever body compares life to a roller coaster but then my friend pointed out that going down was the best part unlike in life when it’s the worst. I said it’s still like that because in life people destroy themselves with drugs, drinks, sex, fame, and fortune. And they have the time of their lives destroying themselves as if they were on a roller coaster that’s going down. But when people realize they are destroying their lives they just lean back and enjoy the fall down.

Anyone else ever wonder what their Lost Soul would say? No??

Oh, ok then. I’ll just… go and…… umm……….. bye >///<;;