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Hirose Tomoki 270317 Ameblo

Quite handsome

Is it too early for otsukare-summer?

I’ve lived today.
I wonder what kind of tomorrow is waiting for me.
I honestly don’t really have such thoughts in life.
But I admire those people who live life having fun holding onto hope that something will happen the next day.

I had pasta for lunch today.
I think it has been a long time.
I wanted to challenge a chili tomato cream base and it was very delicious. Thumbs up.

I got the JACKROSE catalogue.

It may be a little (proud) of me to say this myself but I’m quite handso- ah! it’s a little (shy) for me to say this so I want everyone to have a copy and look at it.
This hair colour kind of matches the outfits.

Ahhhhhh I’ve done it!
For me to forget to wish all you wonderful people who were born in February (a happy birthday)…
I noticed it in the replies! I forgot about it having been wished myself…. that’s not right!
Please swear at this bastard…. (T/N: he actually called himself a pig bastard)
I will keep in mind not to forget again.
I won’t use the excuse of “it’s because I’m human”.

I’m sorry,
All of you honey lemons that are born in February (´-`)

I will text again ♡


Wonderland + Role Reversal

jaevlasolsikke1  asked:

What's your favorite band? :)

Okay, first I have to apologize for taking this long to answer but I had to wait until I can make a proper answer because this is important to me. I can just say the name and be done with it BUT then I would be passing an opportunity to talk about my faves so….

Once upon a time there was a six piece, hard-hitting, alternative rock band in Norway, said to be toughest band in the country, or “Landets tøffeste band.” who used oil barrels and pump organs as their main instruments. They have this to tell about themselves on their website: 

A hard working gang who has had the privilege of spilling blood, sweat and catchy songs on big and small crowds through something like 1000 shows all over Europe the past twelve years, all in norwegian too!

The eight studioalbums the band has produced presents a huge variety of songs, ever changing moods, smooth grooves, disharmonic noises, exhausting gypsy songs, polyrythmic extravaganza, pop-sensations, catchy rock songs, klezmer hip hop, dirty bluestunes and just plain ol beautiful maladies. It’s all in there, man.

People who know them are already aware of which band this is about, oil barrels give it away. If it is still not clear, they are a band that sing about mafia and world wars, top hats and cats, eternal torment and the devil’s orchestra, Sven Korner and Sonny, paid gay sex in room 505, Violeta and Beatrice, Beatrice and Cecilia I. Velur, Beatrice and Kenneth, Kenneth and Violeta, and the most importantly hats. Hats and drinking. Alcohol and hats. Drinking and resisting. The German police and mafia. Vodka and cigars. And taking over the continent. Still not clear?  Try this:

“You wake up… you grab the morning paper… and although it seems like any ordinary day… it isn’t. For one extraordinary reason: One band; two oil barrels; three chords; four dreams, five lies, six ties, seven deadly sins, and eight ways to stay alive…! They know who you are… they know where you live… they’re the Kaizers Orchestra!

No but seriously, my favourite band is Kaizers Orchestra. I had many favourites before them but none of those was like this. They have taken over my life completely. And it happened after they broke up (14.09.2013, rip). I got the Kaizer virus probably one month after they broke up (thanks Andy!) and my life hasn’t been the same since. The years 2013-2015 were not good years for me, honestly those are the times when I literally hit rock bottom. Then there was this guy, singing in a language I don’t understand, but making me feel kinda alright?? I think Hjerteknuser was the first Kaizers song I listened to entirely before I dug in further. I knew it was not a typical love story but I couldn’t really understand what it was about so I googled and came across a website translating their lyrics. There I discovered a song song called Dieter Meyers Inst., which, I know it’s cheesy but literally changed my life. It is a song about a man who lost everything. He has nothing left to hang on, has no reason to keep going and is slowly losing his mind. And he is begging to be put into a mental institution, Dieter Meyers Inst. Listen to it, it never disappoints. This song hit me so hard, I realised something was actually wrong and had to do something about it. If I am doing any better than those days, it is thanks to Dieter Meyers Inst. To be honest, I can’t really listen to it without crying a little (sometimes only on the inside but still it counts) because it reminds me of those days and how much I owe this band.

Later, one more song came barged in, called Philemon Arthur & The Dung and I was just ????? again. This song is about a woman, Beatrice, who has suffered for a very long time, seven years, because of her husband (A WHOLE WEIRD STORY IS OUT THERE LET ME TELL YOU AND IT IS NOT A CUTE HAPPY LOVE STOrY IT IS BRUTAL EveryONE DIeS) and is losing her mind. She is seeing things, hearing things, talking to people that do not exist… I will let the band themselves explain this:

Beatrice raises her daughter Violeta and transfers her life’s wisdom to her: All that you can dream can also happen. You don’t have to accept all limits that you meet in life, but you should rather search for new openings and opportunities, and be guided by your heart. Beatrice has qualities and talents surpassing those of ordinary men, and she’s sure that her daughter inherited these special qualities. And so she wants to help her use her talents instead of fearing and suppressing them, like the father Kenneth wants her to. He kidnapped his own daughter and is on the run with her in the wide world, just to avoid Violeta becoming like her mother. Beatrice is balancing between being mentally sound and ill. She’s hallucinating, and sometimes she thinks that she hears someone ringing at the door. She knows that’s not real, but nevertheless she’s asking: Is it you? Come in and get yourself some coffee…

It’s not just the personal stuff that makes them my favourite, it is the aesthetics, the artistry, the talent, the story telling, THE MEMBERS.

Mr. Helge “Omen” Kaizer, Mr. Rune “Mink” Kaizer,  Mr. Øyvind “Thunder” Kaizer, Mr. Terje “Pearl” “Killmaster”, also known as “The Photographer”, also known as “Mr. Long Island Ice Tea” Kaizer,  Mr. Geir “Peggy” “Hellraizer” “Give me the number there” Kaizer, and Mr. Janove “The Jackal” Kaizer. Or as I call them “The Old Man and Co.”

I can go on about them forever but it breaks my heart to do so because I can’t keep the voice telling “All the theories are wrong! They will not come back after seven years! Kaizers are history!” away. The fact that the band broke up because Janove got tired of doing the same thing or his ego grew so big he had to go solo is the reason I hate him with my all existence. But he and Geggen are working on the VV-musical so I still have hope :)

Let’s finish this with my favourite songs (other than the three above, in no particular order):

Ompa til du dørAldri vodka, VioletaForloverenStjerner i posisjonMann mot mannBris, everything in this video (they played volume 2 all the way through here), Evig pint, Enden av november and basically every song they made EXCEPT for Til depotet, fuck that song.

Ps: Terje Winterstø Røthing has a band called Skambankt, they are good, totally recommend.  Øyvind Storesund has a band called Cloroform, haven’t listened to them but heard good things about them. Also, obviously, Janove Ottesen is a solo act now and I went to Norway, risking one entire year of my education to see him (totally worth it) and he is much better than he is supposed to be.

Originally posted by jedimindtrickzz

pps: There is a Swedish band called Philemon Arthur and the Dung, their song In kommer gösta is what inspired Kaizers’ Philemon Arthur & the Dung.

Edit: I FORGOT ABOUT THIS (it’s the fox guys)

I feel you! @<@

It’s a weird place to be in, wanting to produce quick replies but also wanting to make art to accompany it? Like, you REALLY want to put something up because you FEEL the inspiration, but you also don’t want your rp partner to wait too long?

Or maybe I’m projecting, haha! But I get it, it’s a big struggle.

If it HELPS, I honestly love seeing all of your art. All of it. I’m not sure how much time you put into each piece but your effort shows in each one!

And the way you blog in general is pretty approachable? I’m usually pretty intimidated by artists I admire, lord KNOWS how long it had taken me to even get on ANON with some people, but I found myself in your inbox really easy and I think that’s kind of a feat in and of itself.

So it’s really nice to get some input from you. I appreciate it. uvu


Here are my pics for the Misawa Big Bang!! It was a huuge pleasure to work with @kuroohina for this, although it was for such a short period! Thank you so so much for putting all those loose ideas into an awesome story <3
And this awesome story you can read here!!

Well then, hope you people enjoy the works as much as we enjoyed creating them~

the-fan-garbage-can reblogged your photoset and added:

I’m going to scream.

This is seriously an amazing au. I feel the need to write for it and make cool prompts and hnnnnnnng.

But in all seriousness, this is my dream as a Fanfiction author. Well-thought out with a detailed background, it makes for a good pre-layout, much like an actual show/book would. It also has essential dynamics(Changing, Life, the whole ice scenario) that create a solid backbone for authors. With how it’s written, I could clearly see details and feel any artist wanting to create fanart for this AU could easily do it(but then again I’m not an artist so who am I to say).

It has so much potential that I can’t put it into words! It’s just so well thought out and beautiful and I seriously can’t wait to see more of it. Hell, I may even write a couple drabbles based off of it! With credit of course. An AU like this has potential for authors and artists alike to practice scenes they may not be used to writing, mainly high-action, face-paced scenes or incredibly dangerous stealth scenes.

I know I’ve gone on for so long, but I love AUs like this and I’m incredibly happy that Yuri!!! On Ice has one like it. I’ve roleplayed and written a few AUs for this series, but none have truly caught my attention like this one.

the-graceful-dahlia replied to your photoset “INFERNO: YURI NO ICE A Yuri!!! on Ice AU *No, the title is not a typo…”

I was way to into that…I may have to write a fic version of this because i got to the end and was like ‘awwwwwww it’s over??’ I need more!!! Permission to attempt a fic version?

vinillia replied to your photoset “INFERNO: YURI NO ICE A Yuri!!! on Ice AU *No, the title is not a typo…”


make-sterek-canon reblogged your photoset and added:

I want to read this, so interesting *___________* Someone write this!!     

all1sees reblogged your photoset and added:

holy fuck i would read the shit out of this                

@london-calling-me reblogged your photoset and added:


Thank you all so, so much for liking my Inferno AU, especially @the-fan-garbage-can for writing out such an incredibly detailed review ;A; Nothing can be more satisfying than people loving my world building, honestly my favorite part of creating, and especially on an original AU like this one because it means you still connected with it. I’m deeply flattered and incredibly humbled, thank you so, so much! It makes me incredibly happy to have shared something that means something to you ;A;

But if at all possible, and you may feel I am selfish for wanting this, but I would sincerely appreciate if people could hold off on writing fics for this particular AU. (simply vaguely inspired by the aesthetic and want to do your own thing inspired by but not set in this AU? Please go right ahead, credit for inspiration would be appreciated)

The reason why I request this is because this is literally just the initial post, testing the waters, a background synopsis and image aesthetic introduction, a prologue if you will to the main show, a comic series I hope to illustrate. I have intentionally and carefully omitted and glossed over many plot-essential details in the synopsis because they will be revealed in the main plot, or are part of a plot twist. Many details included in the synopsis may seem random or unimportant now, but may tie into important things in the actual story. Many things may also intentionally be confusing because they are meant to be shown in visual form (like the Medals). Other massive parts of world building are purely visual and will never be directly acknowledged in writing, but I hope that some people who pay close attention will catch them, and this may have a pretty big impact on how you perceive the AU setting as a whole.

The point is, the entire synopsis text is a very selective snippet of information meant to provide context for my main comics. It does not at all give you the full picture, nor is it meant to, because then what would be the point of the story? ^ ^; I spent a very long time planning this, not only alone but also with a friend, and I present what I do to you now for a reason.

Again, I am incredibly flattered that people feel inspired and want to read more, and I do understand personal preference and perhaps people would prefer a text-only fic where my comic-format story telling may be unsatisfactory. But please understand that it can feel a bit…well, demotivating and pressuring when I know that people are rapidly using my synopsis for their own stories, not because I am offended that it inspires creativity, but because I’ve very carefully planned this out combined with how time consuming comic-drawing can be. I do not want to feel like I am competing with others to tell my plot twists first. So if at all possible, I would like to request that I get to tell my own story first, the story that the post was created for.

If for some reason you do not wish to grant my request, please understand my wanting to not see your posts, not because I am not interested or do not respect your creativity, but because of the reasons I stated above.

Thank you very much for your understanding, and I sincerely hope that you will support and encourage me in finishing this AU. m(_ _)m

Bleach 670~!

Nice to see you again, guys! Let’s start with a remimder of the last chappie.

YEAH THAT’S WHAT I WAS TALKING ABOUT! The quincy finally died! (I think)

Wow, now this is interesting. Does anybody else notices that Hitsugaya-taicho wanted to see if Zaraki was alright? Could it be that he saw him as an enemy, maybe? I mean, like, anything but a Captain. When he was a zombie his skin was covered in blood. Could it be that, now knowing what happened, Hitsugaya thought that Zaraki went through something similar?

Ah, thanks for stopping him, Kuchiki-taicho. We don’t want him to die too.


I know! It’s the cross’ fault! Come on, you two are captains, you two are the greatest, destroy it before it regenerates itself!

Oooooooh I’ve missed Byakuya’s surprised eyes……

Holy shet.

Wow! He’s super strong now! I don’t want to be pessimistic but I think he can surpass Zaraki now, I’m sorry to admit it but it’s the thruth……

And what?! Did Toshiro save EVERYTHING from falling down?! Whoa, I’m impressed, I didn’t expect him to be THAT strong, to be able to freeze the whole palace. Great job there, Hitsugaya-Taicho.


–Let’s get serious: Yachiru (who I’m actually considering as a zampakuto spirit) has been the whole battle on Zaraki’s shoulder, like her normal ways of acting before. But the interesting thing here is that she controls how much power Zaraki can release. So he’s not always using all of his reiatsu. Well, it makes sense! He would need to deactivate is Bankai ten seconds after releasing it just because he doesn’t have anymore reiatsu. And another important fact is that his body can not withstand that much. Let’s think, how much power does he actually have? Like, more than enough to defeat Ichigo?–

And then htere is this. Oooooh dear Soul King.


I told you to run, Captain! Thanks Soul King that Byakuya was there to actually save you! (He did save Toshiro, right?)

Wait. Is that his last flower? Don’t tell me that his Bankai is over!

Yeah we know that he’s at his limit, captain Kuchiki! You don’t need to point that out!

Or, no, what?

That’s true! Oooh the one who said that the petals were his “limits” wasn’t him! He never really said it, did he? I don’t remember, to be honest (if he said it before show me, this can be pretty funny)

–Perfect crimson? Isn’t that something like, perfect red? Does it have something to do with Zaraki’s red skin now? Because he got a lot of damage before, I don’t think he can fight or be the  protagonist anymore.–

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…Oh my god.

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I really want to analyze whatever just happened to him but I can’t! He’s way too gorgeous sexy good-looking hot! I can’t stop looking at him!


anonymous asked:

Why didn't sasuke kiss sakura before leaving? She clearly wanted to kiss. He is such a douche sometimes then walking away while smirking ? Rude.

I’ve grown to love that moment. Sasuke is far from rude.

At first, I thought Kishi did it because he’s shy and to keep the fans waiting. Longing is more powerful than succeeding, at times. Was Kishi afraid to ruin all of SasuSaku’s build up with an unworthy climax? I, too, hoped that Sasuke would have healed emotionally enough to have normal bonds. But there are some traumas you cannot recover from. This is substantiated by his decision to refuse the zetsu arm, even though he could have easily had one like Naruto. Sasuke doesn’t want to forget his past. While he’s overcome his grief, he wants those memories there, to guide him in this atoned new life.

How does it affect his behaviour? I’d like to look back at 220-223. You probably remember that little Sasuke yearned for nothing more than his father’s approval. Instead, Fugaku would tell him “keep this up, and you can become just like your brother”. When Sasuke finally impresses Fugaku with a giant katon, what does the father do? He turns on his back, and only then he speaks.

We later discover Fugaku does so because he talks non-stop about Sasuke with Mikoto, so he feels awkward around Sasuke. Fugaku loves Sasuke so much, he cannot handle confronting him directly, so he turns his back to conceal emotions.

Does this sound familiar? 

Sasuke is unable to deal with Sakura face-on whenever he has to confront his feelings. The 181 love confession happens almost exclusively while Sasuke turned away from her. Same goes with the entire war arc, because Sasuke’s emotional eyes belong to the privacy of the two of them alone.

Now I see it that 710 was the most sensible choice. Sasuke loves Sakura so much, he’s too awkward to show his feelings anywhere but in private. You see, Sakura expects a kiss (or better, a poke, the way she presents her forehead!), because she knows the real 1-on-1 Sasuke, and she’s confident he wants that kiss as much as he does. But he’s overwhelmed, so in order to conceal, he turns and walks away, just like his father with him.

But that smirk..

the way he grips onto that waifu’s handmade lunch…

Sasuke doesn’t need to display his affection. His thoughts and memories bind him forever to his family. He knows and she knows their feelings won’t ever change.

“Their hearts are connected, and that’ all that matters.”

My Old Kentucky Home ~A Joshifer One-Shot~

Woo hello guys! After many anxious messages from anons and friends alike, and multiple head-bashing-on-the-wall sessions haha, it’s finally finished! This was actually requested by an anon (whoever you are thank you because I absolutely loved writing this), and since I’m an absolute sucker for writing Joshifer baby/kids fics, I had to go along with it! 

This story takes place sometime after Mockingjay Part 2 has come to a close; perhaps about four-six years afterwards. They’re also married, and have chosen to settle down in their home state of Kentucky. I hope you all like it, I apologize for the wait, and without further ado….

My Old Kentucky Home

A soft creak is heard from the floor as I shift across the wooden tiles beneath me, and I am unable to stop myself from visibly wincing. I’m not normally up this early, as the sky is just beginning to make its shift from dark blue to the troughs of dawn, but my sleep schedule has been nearly reduced to nothing for the past couple of weeks.

As I continue down the small hallway, I pass by a room, the door slightly propped open. Clutching the frame of the doorway, I am unable to stop myself from peering in, and a warm smile works its way on to my face.

My young daughters lay snuggled up tight in their separate beds, sound asleep and fully unaware that I am checking in on them. They look so peaceful and quiet, which is the complete opposite of their personalities once they awaken.

Tiffany Hutcherson is the eldest at the age of six, and she is almost an exact replica of her mother. Her hair falls into curly waves at her shoulders, and she has deep blue eyes that are almost always shinning with her smile. Not to mention that she’s a fiery ball of energy, but luckily I’m used to that sort of thing.

My gaze shifts across to the opposite side of the room, where our other daughter, Claire, currently rests. She’s just about three years old, and is closer in resemblance to me, as her hair is a deeper shade. She still showcases her mother’s beautiful blue-green eyes however, but is not quite the same personality wise.

I find myself shaking my head and clearing my thoughts, not wanting to remain in the doorway for too long and end up waking the two, young girls. With one last loving look towards them, I continue on my “morning march,” idly wandering around the large estate.

When Jennifer and I finally decided to settle down with each other, we did what we felt would be the best for a growing, bustling family, and moved back to our home state of Kentucky. It’s quaint, and lacks the hustle of a larger city such as Los Angeles, which we figured would be ideal.

Now here we are, living in a large country home, surrounded by open fields and trees; a place where the imagination of our young daughters can wander, and also a place where Jen and I can finally take a breather from our once-hectic lives.

Slowly I move down the stairs and out the front door into the open, fresh air. A porch wraps around our entire house, complete with rocking chairs, a swinging bench, and a breath taking view of the landscape surrounding our property. I inhale deeply, savoring the sound of the chattering birds, and enjoying the feeling of the damp, sweet air.

Something however, stands out against the usual sounds of day-break; the incoherent sound of a soft, mumbling voice. Immediately recognizing who the voice belongs to, I make my way slowly around the porch, peering around a corner with tenderness growing within me.

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This was unreal. Okay, it was, but she couldn’t believe it honestly. One minute, she was standing tall as a puella magi, like nothing could beat her, and only cared for herself and using her magic for her own reasons. No one would get in her way or she would settle for simply killing them or something. That was that. Now…. now she was, well, dead. Of course, not by being killed, no. She would never go down that easily. To put it simply, this was her choice. Kyouko sacrificed herself for, surprising for her character too, the greater good. 

Seeing Sayaka going through the consequences of her wish awoke something within her that she had locked away. Sayaka really did remind her of those ideals she once had. That, justice, fighting for the greater good outlook she once had when she first became a puella magi. Was she really that naive back then? Not like that mattered anymore. In the end, just like her, the blue-haired girl payed for her wish and sacrificed more than what she was willing to. The only difference between them was Kyouko was able to fight through those dark emotions within her. Not much could be said for Sayaka as she gave in. …..Became who she was now. Oktavia.

Seeing the other on what she became really did it for her now. To become the enemy…. talk about horrible. Not to mention dying due to overwhelming emotions. Kyouko knew all too well on how Sayaka felt at that point and refused to let her go through it alone. The red head didn’t care if she was contradicting herself at that point. The other needed someone, a friend, anyone. Like hell she was going to let any other puella magi take her life too! Even if she was a witch!

Oh, well. It was done, but where was she now? Kyouko stood in what seemed to be an area of nothing, but white. Nothing looking like there was signs of life or death. Complete blankness. She was dead, she knew that much, but was she in heaven? Did she even deserve to go there…..? The bigger question though was…. where the heck was Sayaka?

Kyouko walked around until something that looked like a sea suddenly appeared in front of her. She was taken a back for a minute, but looked in to the water for a second. Her reflection. That’s all she saw. What was the point of this sea being here anyway? Her eyes squinted as an attempt to look harder at the body of water. Taking a second look there did seem to be someone in it now. 

Shit, don’t tell me…..” Without even a second thought, she jumped right in and swam towards the figure. Good thing she didn’t have to worry about breathing anymore.

The red head swam on until the figure became more clear to her. A certain blue-haired girl, more or less looking a little out of it, and still in her witch form. Well, human witch form. 

“Sayaka! Snap outta it!” Attempting at yelling in hopes that would be enough.

Minho first meets Kibum at a well-known pet store along Chungmuro Pet Street.

He doesn’t own a pet but his roommate, Jonghyun, does. So when Jonghyun is in desperate need of help to buy food for his dog, Roo, Minho is nice enough to do him a favour. It can’t be that difficult anyway. However, as he walks down the dog food aisle, Minho starts to regret his decision. How on earth are there so many different types of dog food? And that’s not all. Even if he knows which type to get, there are still too many brands to choose from. Stay calm, Minho thinks, there’s nothing a phone call won’t solve. But there’s one thing he has overlooked. It takes Minho 10 minutes on his phone to realise that a phone call will only work if it’s answered. Because yes, his idiot of a roommate is not answering any of his calls and messages after happily forgetting to mention the type of food Roo specifically enjoys.

Minho is ready to give up when he feels something brush against his ankle. He instantly looks down and finds a black toy poodle at his feet, walking around him and sniffing him. Minho smiles and is just about to bend down and stroke it when a voice stops him.

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mylittlegravityfalls  asked:

(Hello there ^.^) Could you draw the sakamaki's as the avengers? XD


I’m sorry it took so long but I am a little bit busy with homework ahhaha

Thank you anyway, hope you like it! ~

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