i lost the source so sorry


I made this for Asexual Awareness Week in November, but it turned out to be a bigger project than I expected. O.O But better late than never!

Asexuals are often a misunderstood sexual orientation, and many feel lost and alone due to the sheer lack of information about it! It was so hard to find ANY scientific sources about it for my research paper last year, and it’s all but invisible in mainstream media. So I hope this sheds some light on the subject!

Aces, you are not alone! We are valid and beautiful!!

  • Hanzo: Sometimes I think, man, it sure must be nice being the good guy.
  • Reaper: I relate to you, Hanzo. When I hit bottom, I was crushing man’s skull like sparrow’s egg, between my thighs… and I think, why you have to be so bad, Reaper? Why can’t you be more like good guy? Then I have moment of clarity… if Reaper is good guy, who will crush man’s skull like sparrow’s eggs between thighs? And I say, “Reaper you are bad guy, but this does not mean you are *bad* guy.”
  • Hanzo: Right… I’m sorry, you lost me there.
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The History of Thermohalia

How it started, why it ended, and what to expect from the reboot

Over the past month the followers of this blog have quadrupled (wow) and many of you are asking “why did you end Thermohalia?”. Since I deleted the thermohalia tumblr a while back, a lot of those explanatory posts have been lost, so I figured I give everyone more context about what happened. Here we go!

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  • Sombra: I’m not him you know.
  • Reaper: What?
  • Sombra: Widowmaker told me about McCree.
  • Reaper: Sombra. You are treading on some mighty thin ice here.
  • Sombra: I’m sorry about your son Gabe. But I’ve lost people too.
  • Reaper: You have no idea what loss is.
  • Sombra: Everyone I have ever cared for has either died or left me. everyone for- fucking except for you. So don’t tell me I’d be safer somewhere else because the truth is I’d just be more scared.
  • Reaper: You’re right. You’re not my son. And I sure as hell ain’t your dad.
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laurenphoebex  asked:

Hi Cassie, just wondered if you could tell me if there is a difference in the special addition los and the normal paperback? Unfortunatley I missed out on extra with lm and was gutted so found it online! Just wanted to say thankyou so much for sharing your world with us, I love going into it and getting lost! Hope you are well today :) x

There’s a great roundup on TMI Source with all the Us and U.K. editions and what’s in them. 


I don’t yet know about publication dates or special issues in any other countries! I’m sorry!

Rosie : Look it’s Santa!

Mycroft : [having lost a wager with the guys, forced to dressed as Santa] Ho ho ho, you’ve grown so much. How old are you?

Rosie : [holds up four fingers] Five

Mycroft : And -

Eurus, materialising out of nowhere : Santa, it’s me, hi. Big fan, I haven’t seen you in a while.

Mycroft :

Eurus : Remember when I was seven years old and asked for a bike? I got socks

Mycroft : …Sorry about that -

Eurus : I’m not done [pulls out list]

Humans are wird: the scary one part 2

Whaxu looked at the humans in front of ze. There were 2 and they were much bigger than ze.

They smiled but the smiles were not kind like the ones Inger and human-Jesper sent ze and Zhaxu.
These smiles were ugly and Whaxu suddenly became very aware of how isolated this place was.

Ze shifted backwards a little and in a tiny voice ze said “ I didn’t know this was your place. I’ll leave now”
“I’ll leave now” repeated one of the humans in a mocking tone. “I dont think so. We don’t appreciate aliens coming here thinking they own everything, things like you shouldn’t even be allowed on earth”

Whaxu was terrified, the humans looked like they were going to hurt ze and ze just wanted to get away.
Ze jumped to the side and began running, but the humans chased ze and they were immensely fast. It didn’t take them long to catch ze.

They showed ze to the ground and one of them kicked ze. Whaxu cried out and they laughed.

“Looks like we got ourselves a little alien” said the bigges one. “Now what to do with it”
“It looks like a fricking squid” said the other. “I know let’s throw it into the river”

They picked up Whaxu who trashed around to get away, but to no avail. The humans were much stronger than ze.

All of a sudden Whaxu heard an other voice. “Oui what the hell are you doing?” Ze knew that voice. It belonged to Tobias. He worked at the animal shelter and he was very scary. He always wore dark colors. His hair was long and he had a big beard. His eyes were cold and hard and he never spoke to anyone else than Inger. When he moved it looked a little like when Milli moved. Almost like he was stalking a prey.

The others at the shelter told Whaxu that Tobias had been to Iraq and Afghanistan. Whaxu didn’t understand why that made Tobias scary, but it did.

One time Inger had denied a man an dog and the man became extremely upset. He yelled at Inger and even threatened her. He was huge and one of the other employees whispered something about calling the police.

But then Tobias came in. Tobias never came out into the front room, but here he was. He was smaller than the enraged man, but he stood perfectly still beside Inger and just looked at the man.
He then tilted his head slightly and stared straight into the mans eyes.
The man began fidgeting and soon he stopped yelling. He abruptly turned around and almost ran out the door. Tobias calmly walked back out and resumed the task he had been doing before coming out to the front room.

The men holding Whaxu dropped ze at the ground. They turned around facing Tobias. “We’re just teaching this fricking alian a lesson. Have a problem with that?” One of the men boldly said.

“ Yeah actually I do” said Tobias and walked right up to the men. “I have a big problem with that!” Tobias voice was flat and hard. Whaxu shivered and Tobias glanced at ze. His expression became even harder and he seemed to be seething when he turned his eyes back to the men and just fixated his gaze onto them.

“Well that just to bad” the man said “there are two of us and one of you, so it’s not like you’re going to stop us”

Tobias shook his shoulder and with a swift movement he punched the man in the face, at the same time he affortlessly turned around an kicked the other man in the knee.
The first man screamed as Tobias once more turned to him and hit him briskly twice in the stomach. He fell like a ton of rocks holding his nose which was bleeding. The other man was also down holding his knee looking stunned.

Shocked Whaxu looked at Tobias, who held out his hand. “Come on” he said “let’s get out of here”
Whaxu walked numbly beside Tobias, so much had happened and ze was feeling almost stunned.

When they came back to the shelter reality hit Whaxu and ze started to shake. Ze was nauseous and felt so cold.
“Come” Tobias said and lead ze out back. He took of his jacket and put it around Whaxu’s shoulder.

“I heard about Bibi and I’m so sorry” he quietly said. Whaxu looked at him. His eyes not hard and cold at all, they were were kind and warm and when Whaxu let out a distressed sound, he put his arms around the grieving little alien.
Whaxu tensed at first but soon ze relaxed. Tobias felt warm and he whispered soothing little sounds to ze. For the first time since leaving the monetary Whaxu felt safe.

For a long time they sat outside the shelter, the alien and the human grieving for a dog and lost innocence.

Source crasybirdlady

Some old doodles of my rendition/designs for the characters from the book Journey to the West! Ofc, it’s a more modern twist and this does take place in the same universe/time as Bran’s does (AKA, there is a magical ass monkey king somewhere in Bran’s universe… amazing). 

Anybody who knows me or has followed me for the last few years knows I’m a huge fan of this series! v/w/v I’ve only just started to learn from the actual source material some years ago, but I’ve known of this story for a long while without really knowing it (Lost Odyssey anyone?? That terrible American adaption to it… ooh boy. I was like in my early teens at the time if i remember right). But ahh! Sun Wukong has quickly become one of my favorite mythical characters vwv I also enjoy how ridiculously strong he is and all the other characters as well ;w; 

I’m gonna upload some newer pencil sketches tho! I’m sorry this account’s been so dead! Sabers Chapter 5 is nearly finished and I decided to take a two day break from it vwv;;; so yeah, in time when all that’s done I hope to be more active!

A New Normal: Ten Things I’ve Learned About Trauma

by Catherine Woodiwiss

1. Trauma permanently changes us.

This is the big, scary truth about trauma: there is no such thing as “getting over it.” The five stages of grief model marks universal stages in learning to accept loss, but the reality is in fact much bigger: a major life disruption leaves a new normal in its wake. There is no “back to the old me.” You are different now, full stop.

This is not a wholly negative thing. Healing from trauma can also mean finding new strength and joy. The goal of healing is not a papering-over of changes in an effort to preserve or present things as normal. It is to acknowledge and wear your new life — warts, wisdom, and all — with courage.

2.  Presence is always better than distance.

There is a curious illusion that in times of crisis people “need space.” I don’t know where this assumption originated, but in my experience it is almost always false. Trauma is a disfiguring, lonely time even when surrounded in love; to suffer through trauma alone is unbearable. Do not assume others are reaching out, showing up, or covering all the bases.

It is a much lighter burden to say, “Thanks for your love, but please go away,” than to say, “I was hurting and no one cared for me.” If someone says they need space, respect that. Otherwise, err on the side of presence.

3.  Healing is seasonal, not linear.

It is true that healing happens with time. But in the recovery wilderness, emotional healing looks less like a line and more like a wobbly figure-8. It’s perfectly common to get stuck in one stage for months, only to jump to another end entirely … only to find yourself back in the same old mud again next year.

Recovery lasts a long, long time. Expect seasons.

4.  Surviving trauma takes “firefighters” and “builders.” Very few people are both.

This is a tough one. In times of crisis, we want our family, partner, or dearest friends to be everything for us. But surviving trauma requires at least two types of people: the crisis team — those friends who can drop everything and jump into the fray by your side, and the reconstruction crew — those whose calm, steady care will help nudge you out the door into regaining your footing in the world. In my experience, it is extremely rare for any individual to be both a firefighter and a builder. This is one reason why trauma is a lonely experience. Even if you share suffering with others, no one else will be able to fully walk the road with you the whole way.

A hard lesson of trauma is learning to forgive and love your partner, best friend, or family even when they fail at one of these roles. Conversely, one of the deepest joys is finding both kinds of companions beside you on the journey.

5.  Grieving is social, and so is healing.

For as private a pain as trauma is, for all the healing that time and self-work will bring, we are wired for contact. Just as relationships can hurt us most deeply, it is only through relationship that we can be most fully healed.

It’s not easy to know what this looks like — can I trust casual acquaintances with my hurt? If my family is the source of trauma, can they also be the source of healing? How long until this friend walks away? Does communal prayer help or trivialize?

Seeking out shelter in one another requires tremendous courage, but it is a matter of life or paralysis. One way to start is to practice giving shelter to others.

6.  Do not offer platitudes or comparisons. Do not, do not, do not.

“I’m so sorry you lost your son, we lost our dog last year … ” “At least it’s not as bad as … ” “You’ll be stronger when this is over.” “God works in all things for good!”

When a loved one is suffering, we want to comfort them. We offer assurances like the ones above when we don’t know what else to say. But from the inside, these often sting as clueless, careless, or just plain false.

Trauma is terrible. What we need in the aftermath is a friend who can swallow her own discomfort and fear, sit beside us, and just let it be terrible for a while.

7.  Allow those suffering to tell their own stories.

Of course, someone who has suffered trauma may say, “This made me stronger,” or “I’m lucky it’s only (x) and not (z).” That is their prerogative. There is an enormous gulf between having someone else thrust his unsolicited or misapplied silver linings onto you, and discovering hope for one’s self. The story may ultimately sound very much like “God works in all things for good,” but there will be a galaxy of disfigurement and longing and disorientation in that confession. Give the person struggling through trauma the dignity of discovering and owning for himself where, and if, hope endures.

8.  Love shows up in unexpected ways.

This is a mystifying pattern after trauma, particularly for those in broad community: some near-strangers reach out, some close friends fumble to express care. It’s natural for us to weight expressions of love differently: a Hallmark card, while unsatisfying if received from a dear friend, can be deeply touching coming from an old acquaintance.

Ultimately every gesture of love, regardless of the sender, becomes a step along the way to healing. If there are beatitudes for trauma, I’d say the first is, “Blessed are those who give love to anyone in times of hurt, regardless of how recently they’ve talked or awkwardly reconnected or visited cross-country or ignored each other on the metro.” It may not look like what you’d request or expect, but there will be days when surprise love will be the sweetest.

9.  Whatever doesn’t kill you …

In 2011, after a publically humiliating year, comedian Conan O’Brien gave students at Dartmouth College the following warning:

“Nietzsche famously said, ‘Whatever doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.’ … What he failed to stress is that it almost kills you.”
Odd things show up after a serious loss and creep into every corner of life: insatiable anxiety in places that used to bring you joy, detachment or frustration towards your closest companions, a deep distrust of love or presence or vulnerability.

There will be days when you feel like a quivering, cowardly shell of yourself, when despair yawns as a terrible chasm, when fear paralyzes any chance for pleasure. This is just a fight that has to be won, over and over and over again.

10.  … Doesn’t kill you.

Living through trauma may teach you resilience. It may help sustain you and others in times of crisis down the road. It may prompt humility. It may make for deeper seasons of joy. It may even make you stronger.

It also may not.

In the end, the hope of life after trauma is simply that you have life after trauma. The days, in their weird and varied richness, go on. So will you.

It’s 5 am; this is for @misterpoofofficial who wanted a pidgance atlantis AU. I don’t know you but it seemed like a fun idea so i drug myself over to my computer and I hope this is what you were hoping for. I know you didn’t ask me but I thought it’d be fun….

Like, I got your back, but I think I still halfway dropped you… XD

You can repost, just please don’t delete the source or claim it as your own, you know, the usual stuff that everyone says. Though I don’t think anyone’s going to try to claim this. Sorry I’m depressing

Roots (Part Fourteen)

Originally posted by lawlliets

EXO Fanfic: Fantasy AU
Main Pairing: Female Reader x Byun Baekhyun (Light Fairy)

You are an Elven Outsider living in the Human World, living peacefully as a florist and gardener. But your peace shatters when you are discovered by a Representative from the Council of the Other World. Will he discover your secrets?

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Kyungsoo straightened up from his bow and looked between the two of you, and sighed. You watched his formal posture deflate.

‘I think we need to talk,’ Kyungsoo said simply.


You stood in your doorway, eyes fixed on where Kyungsoo was walking slowly around your garden. You swallowed, trying to keep your panic to a minimum. Kyungsoo, meanwhile, was stepping gently around your plants, looking around in quiet interest.

‘Hey, are you okay?’

You jumped at the sound of a voice by your side and turned in alarm to see Baekhyun had emerged from the kitchen and was now stood by your side. He was looking down at you, concern etched on his face, and is his hands he was holding two steaming mugs of tea.

‘Sorry,’ he said softly, ‘Didn’t mean to make you jump. Here, I thought you could use this.’

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Amanita : Look it’s Santa!

Wolfgang : [having lost a wager with the guys, forced to dressed as Santa] Ho ho ho, you’ve grown so much. How old are you?

Amanita : [batting eyelashes prettily, holds up four fingers] Five

Wolfgang : And -

Kala, materialising out of nowhere : Santa, it’s me, hi. Big fan, I haven’t seen you in a while.

Wolfgang :

Kala : Remember when I was seven years old and asked for a bike? I got socks

Wolfgang : …Sorry about that -

Kala : I’m not done [pulls out list]

Rafael Barba | Beloved Bewilderment

Originally posted by all-things-raul-esparza

She could have just advised if she wasn’t interested anymore.
Then, at least, he wouldn’t be here worrying like he was.

Of course, Rafael contemplated, they hadn’t really been seeing each other too terribly long. Two months tops, honestly; and considering both of their insanely packed schedules- with him busy in the court room and her busy… elsewhere, he wasn’t quite certain where she disappeared to so often… they really only found the opportunity to get together maybe twice a week.

But, despite the minimal face to face: they typically still stayed in contact. He could text her, she’d respond eventually. She’d message him, and he’d reply as soon as he could. Or one of them would call, they’d have a sweet conversation, and make plans. She’d say how she looked forward to seeing him, he’d be thankful she couldn’t see him blush…

In fact, he had switched the little notification sound that came from his cell when it was her calling or sending a message. The difference was subtle, more of a ’ZING’ than a ’DING’, most people probably wouldn’t be able to tell the difference.

Rafael could, though, of course.
The ’DING’ meant someone wanted something from him.
The ’ZING’ meant; Genevieve.

Yet, unfortunately, it’s been about a week and a half of ’DING’s… and no ’ZING’s… Despite his many rings and ’ZING’s sent her way.

She could have told him she wasn’t interested, or at least that she was alright. It felt cheap, to have grown so attached over such little time and so few times seeing her face- just to have it all disappear so suddenly.

But, if there was one thing Rafael wasn’t, it was a quitter.
And so, after getting out of the office late one evening, he decided to take that extra turn, and to go towards the apartment he’d picked her up from a few times before- yet had never been welcomed into.

This wouldn’t be weird, right? To check in?
He hoped not… because he definitely was about to do just that.

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Screaming Blue Murder - Part Two / Raphael Santiago

Words: 1613

Part One

As you stand outside, a few steps away from the entrance, you realise how underdressed you were compared to everyone else making their may inside.

You didn’t care though. You were here for a reason. You take a deep breath before entering Pandemonium without looking back.

Pushing your way through all the bodies, your eyes continue to scan the room-looking for a certain someone.

You didn’t know for sure if he would even be here, but you had a strong feeling you would find him and you had to follow your instincts.

You had been wandering around for what seems like hours but ultimately was barely a few minutes, when you spot a man across the room. His back was to you but somehow he drew you in. You knew this what who you were looking for-the reason you had come the the nightclub.

Your steps grow quicker until your find yourself standing right behind him. You reach your arm out and grip his, forcing him to turn and face you. Your actions cause the conversation he was having with the people sitting down in front of him to halt.

He pulls out of your grip as he takes you in, now standing completely opposite you, “Just what do you think-” he words cut off, he must have recognised you. “You,” he sighs.

“Me,” you counter. His eyes were not as you remembered…but you would never forget his face. Not again. “I want to see Raphael,” you demand.

His eyes widen in surprise, “I see. Leave us,” he says firmly, addressing the small group behind him, all without lifting his eyes from you. “Do you know what you have done?” he questions, moving back and lowering himself so he was now looking up at you. “This is most peculiar,” he continues when you didn’t answer. “How did you do it?” he finally asks with a hard demeanor, but his curiosity was unmistakable.

“Do what?” you sigh, crossing your arms, already over this conversation-wanting nothing more than to see him again.

“Remember,” he answers, gritting his teeth.

You shake your head, “I don’t know, I just kept having these dreams…it took a while to piece them together, to remember who he was-to remember you. Well,” you say, stopping yourself. “Your face at least.”

“Smart girl,” he drawls, his eyes travelling over you.

“So will you take me to him?” you finally ask, your tone hopeful.

He’s silent for a while, “No.” Seeing the panicked look on your face he rolls his eyes, “however,” he continues, “I will tell Raphael that you are looking for him.”

“Now?” you question. “Tonight?”

He lets out a dramatic groan, throwing his head back slightly. “You may as well come with me, I’m sure he’ll be wanting to make your acquaintance again.”

“How do I know I can trust you?” you ask hesitantly, not following him as he starts to walk away.

He turns back to you, an eyebrow raised, “You were the one who came to me,” he reminds you. You felt your cheeks warm at his words and you decided to follow him through the people, out of the club.

You weren’t sure how to act, how to sit. You were perched on the edge of his couch, Magnus’s couch. He had told you his name, it was unfamiliar to you as he had assumed it would be.

“What did he say?” you question, rising to your feet as Magnus enters the room.

He mumbles something under his breath that you don’t hear and makes his way for you, sitting himself down on the couch. He crosses one of his legs over the other and gestures for you to sit back down.

You follow his request and sit so you were facing his direction. “So?”

Magnus was looking at you as if he was trying to solve a puzzle. He didn’t bother answering you and somehow you knew he wasn’t going to. “Did you want a drink?”

Your eyes narrow, “No, I don’t want a drink.”

“Suit yourself,” he mutters.

You remain silent, allowing yourself time to think everything over. “How long?” you ask. “How long has it been since…you know? For a long time now, I’ve felt something of me missing…but I can’t be sure…”

Magnus had managed to get a hold of a drink while you weren’t paying attention, his finger taps against the side-his ring hitting the glass each time, “Almost four years.”

You felt your stomach turn, “Four years?” you whisper.

Sympathy flashes across his face for a split second, “I get this must be…hard for you to comprehend. If you need time…” he trails off.

Your fingers dig into the sides of your thighs tightly, you felt…empty. You could feel your eyes water and you wiped away any tears before any could fall. “I think I better get going,” you whisper.

Before you had even made it half way across the apartment, the door flew open making you jump back in surprise.

“You could have knocked,” Magnus groans from behind you, but you don’t pay attention to what he says next. Your eyes were locked on the man standing in front of you as you take him in slowly.

He looked exactly the same as you had seen him in your dreams. Not that you were really expecting anything different.

“I think I’ll leave you both alone,” Magnus says wisely, quickly making himself scarce.

“Four years?” you demand, crossing your arms tightly against your chest, not sure how to act now that you were face to face with him. He couldn’t seem to form a response which makes you laugh, though it wasn’t full of amusement.

“How do you remember?”

You scoff, “How am I supposed to know?! You left me with fake memories! I don’t know anything! I don’t know what’s real and I don’t know what’s not!”

He flinches at your tone, “I’m sorry,” he says slowly, “but we had to-I had to…”

You shake your head, “I refuse to believe that. I know what I said back then…I remember…but there had to be something else.”

“You don’t think I tried!” he yells, his glare directed at you. “I tried for months! There was no other solution, it was the only way to keep you safe from them all.”

Biting back your reply, your arms move to your waist so you were hugging yourself, trying to find some source of comfort.

“One thousand, three hundred and fourteen,” he mumbles.


“That’s how many days I have spent unable to get you out of my mind. I wasn’t able to erase my memories. You’re always here,” he declares pointing to his head. “Every. Single. Day. You’re there somehow and it won’t ever stop.”

Your eyes close, still refusing to let your tears fall, “Well I’m sorry you were suffering,” you spat. “But I would rather that than be living a lie,” you snarl. “For months now, I’ve been so confused…so angry…so…lost! Do you have any idea how that feels, Raphael? Years even, something inside of me has not been right and I had no idea how to fix it!”

His body tenses, “Say it again,” he requests quietly.

“What?” you ask, not understanding how this was relevant. “You’re not even listening!” you scream.

“Say my name,” he demands.

“Excuse me?!”

He takes a step closer which catches you off guard. “My name,” he says slowly. “Say it.” You shake your head, unable to speak. He takes a few more agonisingly slow steps towards you. “I haven’t heard you speak my name in almost four years,” he frowns, “it sounds…” he couldn’t find the words. “Please,” he whispers, almost a beg.

“How long were we together?” you ask. “Before you made Magnus take away my memory.”

Raphael’s eyes squeeze shut, “Almost five.”

You felt as if your heart had been ripped out, “We could have had a decade together,” you nod, trying to let the information sink in.

“We could have had a lifetime,” he corrects, moving closer to you still.

“And you took all that from me,” you state, your limbs feeling light as your arms drop to your side.

“Yes,” he confirms, at arms reach to you.

Everything seemed to rise up within you, causing you to launch yourself at him-hitting him and pushing him, trying to get it all out of your system.

You couldn’t stop the tears that finally made their way down your face as you screamed at him.

“My memories, my future,” you yelled, still hitting him.

Raphael didn’t stop you, he let you hit him and he let you scream at him.

When you had worn yourself out, you sank to the ground unable to control your sobs. Raphael was quickly in front of you on his knees, trying to pull you against him.

You tried to resist, but you found it hard.

You were tired and the feeling of his arms around you was doing something to you.

It felt normal, familiar, right.

Finally, you let him hold you tightly against his chest, “I know you don’t trust me,” he states, “but you will. We’ll work through this, I’m going to make it all right. I won’t let you go again. I can’t. Not now.”

Slowly, you felt your breathing return to normal and your tears stop flowing. “I don’t want to feel this way,” you mumble, pressing yourself against him. “Make it stop, just make it go away.”

“I will, I’ll make it right. We’ll be together again and you’ll be safe and you’ll be mine. It will all be okay. I promise,” he declares before kissing your forehead. “I promise,” he repeats.

  • Rokurou: Sometimes I think, man, it sure must be nice being the good guy.
  • Velvet: I relate to you, Rokurou. When I hit bottom, I was crushing man’s skull like sparrow’s egg, between my thighs… and I think, why you have to be so bad, Velvet? Why can’t you be more like good guy? Then I have moment of clarity… if Velvet is good guy, who will crush man’s skull like sparrow’s eggs between thighs? And I say, “Velvet you are bad guy, but this does not mean you are *bad* guy.”
  • Rokurou: Right… I’m sorry, you lost me there.