i am not crying no i am not crying no i am not crying

what a calamitea...

coffee anon coming in - anyone for a nice cup of tea?

shu: IT WILL NOT WORK. YOU CAN SHOVE AS MUCH CAFFIENE INTO THIS MAN AS YOU WANT, BUT HE REFUSES. if anything, shu is so petty that he’ll refuse to move if you use tea just to spite reiji. it works. quite well. reiji’s tea tasted a little more salty that day.

reiji: *inhales* BOI. the tea whisperer. he speaks to the leaves. he can tell what the plant was thinking as its leaves were plucked just by the texture. he lives for finding the holy grail of the tea. he will ascend the caffiene throne…ruki has had it for long enough.

ayato: you’re kidding, right? tea is too refined for ayato. that’s for the tableware otaku to deal with. IT’S LEAF WATER. ayato is a classy boy…he says as he stacks his 275th can of red bull onto laito’s passed out body. what? COFFEE was banned, but not red bull. the apocalypse is coming.

kanato: oh lord, he is so high maintenance with his ideal tea that it’s pointless to try making it to start. including anything less than 15 sugar lumps and not using the designated teddy shaped mug is seen as an act of attempted poisoning and you’d better hope that your skin is ready for the scalding drink about to be dumped on your head!

laito: since he found out that ginseng tea can aid libido on wikipedia, laito hasn’t stopped drinking it, despite it only being 3 hours since reading it. he should’ve read down to where it mentions the adverse effects of gross ginseng overdose. passing out on the floor from too much ginseng leaves him vulnerable to ayato’s impending red bull destruction. rip sakamaki laito.

subaru: will drink the most bitter, disgusting tea in public and claim it fuels the darkness raging inside him and his hatred for this futile world, as linkin park plays in the distance. actually enjoys a cup of chamomile tea before bed to settle his tummytums.

ruki: he is trying. goddamn he is trying his best. but since the mukami family intervention where they destroyed his coffee stash and took him to court to get restraining orders for every starbucks globally, he cannot function. azusa found him lying on the kitchen floor once, covered in teabags. crying. azusa poured more teabags on him because he thought it would help. it didn’t.

kou: as an idol, he’s promoted drinks brands before, including tea. they keep sending him free samples as gifts. there’s no more room for them. kou opens his sock drawer and tea samples just swamp his ankles. his room smells like a tea shop. help him.

yuma: THIS IS WORSE THAN KOU IN STARBUCKS. WHY ARE YOU PUTTING FLOWERS IN THE TEA. YOU ANIMAL. IS THIS WHERE ALL MY FLOWERS HAVE BEEN GOING. THIS IS BLASPHEMY. HEATHEN. AAAAAAAAAA.

asuza: arrives in the kitchen
water: boiling
death sauce-laced tea: prepared
dick: out
asuza is forcibly removed from the kitchen

helenaotome  asked:

Please if someone write a fanfic about your Twins! AU could you please make a post sharing to us? ;u; (I know that people will write this, we just need to wait because this is for sure one of the bests AU's ;u; )

There are already people who are willing to make a fanfic about it
((AND IM TOTALLY NOT CRYING HAPPY TEARS ABOUT IT))
So if someone DID make one, I’d be happy to share that person’s work for you!!

anonymous asked:

i always felt that jim fell in love first. it just comes so easy to him, within the first few months he was already in love and it was a fluffy kind of love that fills you up and makes the world nice. after a rough night of getting no sleep he'll see spock on the bridge and his eyes soften and he cant help but have a good day after that. it doesnt matter if spock doesnt feel the same way, jim is an expert at falling in love and sometimes that means enjoying those feelings even if unreciprocated

This is so sweet. So pure. I’m crying. SPECIALLY THE PART OF BEING AN EXPERT FALLING IN LOVE EVEN IF ITS NOT FELT BACK THAT’S 300% JIM KIRK CANON RIGHT THERE.

I will do my best to keep this blog, and my own dash, as free from the real world as I can

Just a place to find video game blurps and the semiannual post about my life. Video games, and art, often allow us a place to escape. That is what this is for me, a place to reblog or post things about things I like.

But please, if you agree with this shit, if you did this. Unfollow me, block me, get the fuck out of my pile of interests and place to unwind, and go back to your own gross ass shit.

Rose

Metamorphomagus!Luna AU- for the last time

That’s the end, guys. I have no idea what should I say- write- I think I have written enough below. 

I hope you will like it as much as I do.

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Rose- What your mouth can save, your hair will give away

Being deeply into your best friend, when they are acting like they were interested in you, but not directly, is the hardest thing Luna has ever experienced.

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when i said i wanted art of my OCs THIS IS NOT WHAT I MEANT

lmao, ANyWAYS! My artist friend got around to sketching some of OCs today, and she gave me these…angsty drawings. I love them so much, but they make me wanna cry as well. 

Alex Lee, my poor secret cinnamon roll…

Sleepover Friday???

Ik they’re not things but here’s the deelio - your friendly neighborhood borderline is alone in the hospital with a cannula in her arm which she’s painfully aware of. She’s sat playing a montage of everyone who’s ever left her in her head, particularly her most recent fp. She’s lonely, depressed, and it’s taking all her energy to not burst into tears and wish the overdose she took had worked. Usually ppl do sleepover saturdays or whatever but I rlly need someone to talk to. To tell me it gets better, say nice things to me, tell me why you love me, tell me it’s not my fault everyone left, talk about singers and TV shows to distract me, tell me why I am a worthwhile human being, tell me why I should stay alive, tell me you’re there for me, tell me what you’d do if you were here with me just. Talk to me please I have to have blood taken at 12:45 and I’m scared and lonely and sad pls keep me company if you care

It finally sunk in, I’ve been crying for an hour now, this is actually happening, I mean I know nothing productive will come from crying about it and wallowing in self-pity, but it’s not just self pity. It’s national-pity, I am crying for this country. I am saddened by the magnitude of what America has just done, and how many people aren’t able to see the affect or implications that this action has.

The President of the United States is supposed to symbolize American values and ideals as long with being the symbolic figure head of all America is. Has America really gone back to being a country full of racism, homophobia, xenophobia, transphobia, and sexism that it’s people would inaugurate a man that stands for those things and whose actions show that no matter how much he denies it. Does Mr. Donald Trump really epitomize all that the majority of Americans -or at least the electors- stand for???

I feel like my country - and those st the head of its government system - has failed me, I feel failed and left behind, and dejected. We are going backwards and people are just letting it happen. And I can’t even do anything because I’m not a legal adult. My fears are valid and that fact that I cannot personally help my country to uphold the values I believe America (should) stand for is so frustrating.

So instead I am crying, and scared, and feel very alone

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Again and again, Ellen DeGeneres has shown us that a single individual can make the world a more fun, more open, more loving place so long as we ‘just keep swimming.’”