how am i writing this

so like………….who wants to write college essays for me

zerononiku  asked:

"Imagine person A lightly tracing “I love you” over and over again on person B’s back, assuming that person B is asleep. When person A is lying on their back, getting ready to sleep, person B moves closer and wraps their arms around person A, whispering softly, “I love you too.” Bonus if that’s the first time person A has ever declared their love for person B." With kurotsuki pls :3c

I am so sorry for how long it took me to write this, but here you go ^_^

Edit: it’s a little different from the way the prompt goes, but hopefully you like this as well?

Prompt: Imagine person A lightly tracing “I love you” over and over again on person B’s back, assuming that person B is asleep. When person A is lying on their back, getting ready to sleep, person B moves closer and wraps their arms around person A, whispering softly, “I love you too.” Bonus if that’s the first time person A has ever declared their love for person B.

“Goodnight, Kei”. Tetsurou said with unmasked drowsiness as he settled under the thin sheet that had replaced the thick covers due to the warm weather. Kei yawned beside him as he carefully placed his spectacles on the bedside table and switched the table lamp off, shrouding the room in darkness. 

“Goodnight, Tetsurou”, he replied, still feeling wide awake. He let his mind wander, hoping to drift off soon.

Warm summers meant Kei and Tetsurou didn’t cling to each other in their sleep (Kei would like to believe he didn’t cling at all, but Tetsurou had proof that said otherwise). Even with air conditioning, it got uncomfortable too quickly. Most of the time, they slept with their backs facing each other, and didn’t mind this seasonal arrangement at all; the number of alternatives was few. 

Plus, five years of togetherness had made both of them feel quite secure in their relationship, despite the many obstacles in their path at first.

As if to verbally affirm this sense of security, his boyfriend chose that moment to add, “I love you”. Then, he promptly dozed off once more, breathing evenly. 

Kei stared at his back, a now-familiar warmth crawling up his face and fondness seeping into his expression. It was illuminated by the moonlight streaming in through the narrow strip of the window that wasn’t covered by a curtain. 

He decided to do something he hadn’t done before and decided to blame the decision on the fact that his exhausted mind had lowered his mental defenses. 

Shifting slowly, sluggishly, he moved closer and using his index finger, lightly traced three words out on his boyfriend’s back. 

I love you. 

He paused and did it again. 

And again. 

And again.

Then, sensing that sleep was imminent, he moved to turn back onto his side. Before he could do so, however, a hand snaked out from under the covers and grasped his. 

Kei’s breath hitched in his throat. 

Oh.

Slowly, Tetsurou turned around, eyes glittering with an indescribable emotion, and kissed Kei’s knuckles lovingly. A blush bloomed on the blonde’s face, and he tried to look away as quickly as possible. 

Moving Kei’s hand to cup his face and covering it with his own, thus forcing him to look back at Tetsurou, he whispered, “I love you so much.”

Later, when Tetsurou had fallen asleep once more and Kei had turned back onto his side, ready to sleep, he found himself making a mental note to say those three words as often as he could, if only to see his boyfriend make that expression again. 

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•02/26/17•

It’s so hard to get used to different culture and make friends 😪 I can’t help but ask myself: “What is wrong with me?”, “Why am I like this?”, “Am I that weird?”

We always say “Be different” and “Stay weird” but in reality it sucks to be different from others and not fitting in. I really hope things will get better because I’m tired of feeling weird and left out ;_; Can we all just be a little nicer to each other? 

I’m writing this at 4am as I’m listening to my spotify playlist for when I feel hopeless and planning instead of writing essay on how I am different :’(

I really didn’t want to have negativity in my feed but this is how I really feel. Pleeaase send me your warm words and virtual hugs because I really need them right now

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A messy little comic where Yuri finds out he’s really dumb.

Part 1/Part 7/Part 9

Guys… I said this was the last part but i was so wrong… get ready for the gay in part 9 (aka the end)

For me, the thing that resonated about Moana the most was that notion of a calling, of something that you’d be doing if no one was looking. You’d be doing it if no one cared. For Moana, that’s the ocean. Every path on her island leads her back to the ocean, and it’s not that she doesn’t like where she lives. She loves her family. She loves her island. She loves her way of life. And yet there’s still this calling.

That resonated with me, as someone who was always writing, always creating and always writing songs, even though the common sense is ‘don’t go into the arts.’ They tell you - the odds are very long and if you’re Latino it’s even harder. But I just kept walking toward the water.

@DisneyMusic: See how @Lin_Manuel discovered #Moana’s inner voice in “How Far I’ll Go,” nominated for Best Original Song at the Academy Awards.

k i loved Zootopia but can we maaaybe talk about the motherclucking designs in the Kung Fu Panda series, particularly the women? specifically tigress???

Like she totally reads as feminine and elegant but at the same time she’s completely buff and animal-shaped like the rest of the characters there aint a tiger titty or Fluff Cleavage™ in sight

And thats how the rest of the animals are treated too?! like the females and males of every species are pretty much shaped the same, besides the peacocks who obviously have males and females looking different. and then the third movie comes out and we’re treated to MEI MEI

she’s this crazy panda lady ribbon dancer who legit things she’s the hottest shit on planet earth and she is a total badass once she figures out how to use nunchucks. and like theres just so many beautiful and diverse designs for all these characters and I kinda feel like too many people praise this franchise just for its comedy when its got some killer artistry behind it as well. 

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“And who, I wonder, is Quill when she’s free?” - “I am war itself.”

drawing commission for Brittany

Theory: Fukurodani To Win Nationals

alternatively: this is a shounen sports manga so literally anyone could win for any reason whatsoever but a Fukurodani win would not be the worst possible choice and could in fact be an excellent choice

The tricky thing about theorizing who could win nationals is that none of the teams talk about winning nationals. It’s all about the act of going and what they will do there. Past winners aren’t even mentioned. But we’re 234 chapters into this. For the story, for the characters, and for myself as a fan, I want our current teams to get what they want and deserve, but I want them to aspire for more in the future. Or as Coach Nekomata says in ch.96:

[Note: I’m sorry not sorry for this monstrosity of a post. This is by no means a definitive edition. Beware that below the cut is image heavy and full of spoilers.]


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let the bodies hit the floor

let the bodies hit the floor

let the bodies hit the floor

let the bodies hit the

FLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRR

Komaeda and Hinata in DR2.5

Before you ask, yes. This is a sequel to That Post, where I waste my time on a university thesis-worthy essay trying to convince you why the Danganronpa 2.5 OVA both brought a decent conclusion to Komaeda as a character, and showcased Komaeda and Hinata as perfect for each other. Am I looking too deep into everything? Possibly. Do I regret it? Nope.

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[2014 / 2016]

Do you guys remember what it was like to have your first audition together?
Vividly.

what’s the greatest lesson a woman should learn?
that since day one, she’s already had everything she needs within herself. it’s the world that convinced her she did not.(rupi kaur)

SPN Reverse Graphics Challenge | @adoredean
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