i really want this to get notes omg



thank you for waiting for the few people who wanted it omg!! i finally cleaned up the actions and put it all together for easy use - please enjoy :-) 

what do you get in the zip file?

  • photoshop actions for easy recolouring (.atn)
  • photoshop swatches (.aco)
  • hex codes in a note (.txt)

how do i use it? 

  • just run the action on a dds file :-) 
  • use ea’s white (light grey) as a base
  • it should really just do all the work for you!


  • please credit me if you put a hair recolour up for download
  • and please don’t claim as your own!



heyyy!! heres a quick post explaining some of my fav note-taking methods and some tips that i find useful. these are for taking notes from a textbook :^ ). lets get started!!

where to start -

  • my textbook chapters are subdivided into three or four parts so i mark in the margin which subchapter i’m at. this helps alot when i look back on my notes and want to find a specific subchapter/topic. i usually write it in highlighter so its even more noticeable. plus idk it looks kind of cute hehe.
  • then i use the subchapter title provided by my textbook and write that usually in big blue ink. i always just use the textbook titles when making my notes.

advice -

  • draw diagrams, draw diagrams, draw diagrams!!! i know sometimes i feel super lazy when i make my notes and don’t want to draw some diagrams but i force myself to!! its so worth it omg. idk i can really remember the material better once its visualized. with my teachers i get bonus marks for including diagrams so thats a plus!
  • write important notes in the margin! if i really want to remember a certain point i note it down in the margin so it really stands out. i can remember these points much much better and when looking at my notes my eyes go straight to the points.
  • use a different colour for vocabulary. idk if this is obvious this is just what i do. i pick a different colour for vocabulary and this helps me remember the definitions a lot better. 
  • don’t use too many supplies. i’ve tried to colour code my notes with 6 or 7 different colours and omg it takes way way too long. i usually use one black pen, one blue pen, a highlighter, and a coloured fineliner. this way i don’t have to cap and uncap pens over and over again which actually wastes a lot of time hehe.
  • spice your notes up! sometimes to motivate myself to start making notes i search tumblr for some of those cute banner idea posts. i use these in my notes because i find them kinda fun to draw?? im lame sry.

other posts i find helpful -

thx!! -

ok i hope this quick post helps you out at least a little!! make your notes the way it works for you obvi.  also tag your posts with #studywright and i’ll reblog all your posts : ^) have a good day!! xx

just a little reminder on your dash as finals approach:

  • you have gotten through it before and you will get through it again.
  • you have worked hard this semester and i’m proud of you.

  • get as much sleep as you can.

  • stay hydrated and don’t forget to nourish your body.

  • breathe.

anonymous asked:

Hiya, I don't know if you're still doing prompts but I really need to see a nice cute sleepy Virgil fic. Like you can have smut before it if you want or whatever. I just really need to see the tired bean get some rest lol. It's cool if you don't want to tho, love your writting <3

omg i love this prompt. Heads up this is pure fluff (no porn)

- None of them will ever tell him, but all the sides have a Thing for Sleepy Virgil. They have no qualms about talking to each other about it, though, and they do often. And when he starts getting sleepy around them they always end up exchanging little “omg!’ looks over his head at each other because he is So. Darn. Cute. 

- Worthy of note is the fact that Sleepy Virgil is not the same as Tired Virgil or Exhausted Virgil. Tired Virgil is cranky and Exhausted Virgil just needs to go to bed already. But Sleepy Virgil is another thing altogether. 

- Every so often Virgil will get to the perfect level of sleepy where he drops into this utterly pliant, adorable, cuddly state. He cuddles into his hoodie and tucks his hands into the sleeves and curls into an impossibly small ball wherever he is. 

- Now that he’s opening up to the others a bit more, he is also starting to let them cuddle him when he is sleepy. At first he was hesitant, and they’d have to invite him and encourage him. But now he is a bit more daring, and sometimes while they’re watching a movie, Virgil’s eyes will begin to droop to the half-lidded state of sleepiness they all know so well. Hey’ll glance over at them shyly from his chair, and they’ll smile and make room and one of them will hold out their arms for him. (Virgil doesn’t know it but they have a rotating roster of Whose Turn It Is to Cuddle Sleepy Virgil and failure to comply with this Roster causes all sorts of drama because the others all want their turn)

- He’ll come over to the couch and climb into the waiting arms of whomever’s turn it is and tuck his head under their jaw, his brow against their neck and his ear pressed to their shoulder. He curls up into them, tucking his hands up against their chest just under their collar bone. Then he’ll release this tiny sleepy little sigh and nuzzle his nose into their throat. He doesn’t sleep right away, but he does trace light patterns against their chest with the tips of his fingers (all that is visible above his sweater cuffs). The one holding him can feel his eyelashes every time he blinks and can feel his breath skate across their skin. 

- As he gets more sleepy his fingers might grow still, or they might tuck themselves into the collar of the shirt of the side holding him. He’ll curl in more tightly and sigh again, and his eyes will close as he falls into a light doze in their arms. Sometimes he’ll hum softly as he drifts to sleep–not a song, just the occasional tiny contented sound. And if they stroke his hair, he will smile. 

- When it can’t be put off any longer, they will take him up to bed. All three of the others are more than strong enough to carry him, so they will do so, taking him into his room and tucking him in to sleep. They’ll kiss his forehead (all of them do this, no matter who he was sleeping on) and brush his hair back and whisper their love to him before they leave. 

- Virgil will always drift off with a smile on his face. 

Youtuber AU Headcanons

(Lowkey inspired by a post by @whizzerbrowne who brought the idea to my attention and it has since dominated my brain). Let’s just get started:

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anonymous asked:

Hi! First of all, I want to say that I love your blog. I get my dog fix, and so many knowledge bombs OMG. While I'm by no means an expert, it does seem to me that occasionally, some people submit dogs that don't look to be well care for--e.g., really overweight? I realize that you may not want to get into it, but if you're going to post such dogs, maybe a note like, "this dog is actually not at a healthy weight" would be helpful (to the owners and your readers)?

Thanks 😊

I hear ya, but honestly it would do more harm than good. No one wants to submit their dog just to see it posted with an insulting remark on it.

The visual appearance of dogs can be a touchy subject because we don’t know the dog and what could be wrong with it. They could have thyroid issues that cause obesity, long quiks that prevent nails from being short, an auto immune disease that creates a patchy looking coat, or a newly rescued double coated breed that was shaved due to neglect. Lots of dogs can also be adopted already cropped and docked, but will still manage to garner insults for the owner.

I’m all about not judging by an image. Just as the guess the breed game is sometimes difficult, so is gauging a dog’s home life from a single picture. I agree, it is important for people to know that obesity is never okay for your pet, but pseudo-attacking them via public post isn’t the way.

Magic - Auston Matthews #3.2

Originally posted by glovesdropped

about/request: Omg Auston Matthews Magic part 2?

warnings: cursing and some mild sexual stuff happening idk

authors note: not sure if i’m going to keep going with this one, i know it’s not a happy ending or anything big really happening but i kind of like where this is at.

word count: 1158

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being Ethan’s valentine would include...

requested: yes

anon: being e/gray’s valentine would include? i love your blog and it gives me life. thank youu

anon: being their valentine would include? Idk i’m just in a valentines day mood since its coming up. ty

(woooo!! so i’ve decided to do gray’s tomorrow since I already posted a gray pref today haha! hope you like it!!)

⇥ him being super duper suspicious the day before

⇥ him going all out and surprising you

⇥ he’d probably spend loads of money on you because you’re his princess and he’d do anything of you

⇥ he’d be a bit stressed because he’s worry about you not liking it

⇥ heart shaped balloons everywhere with little notes attached to their strings and written on each of them is a reason why he loves you

⇥ literally there would be so many balloons.

⇥ you’d probably tear up and jump into his arms, which would make him grin

⇥ “Wait, you like it? like love it?”

⇥ You’d be super happy and content with the valentines gift he got you but there would be more in stock

⇥ He’d probably get you a really pretty necklace with a cute pendent on it

⇥ “Ethan you didn’t!”

⇥ then after you’ve read all the notes he’d make you breakfast and then you’d remember his gift (which he would love. he probably wouldn’t even care if you didn’t give him anything.)

⇥ “All I need is your love, baby.”

⇥ spending the whole day together and being really lovey dovey

⇥ which would probably include a super awesome cute adventure

⇥ one million+ i love you’s

a/n – DF I WENT WAYYY TOO FAR WITH THIS. i want to choke omg please send help this was too cute lmao. hope you guys like it (: gray’s should be posted tmrw (::

Chance - Zen x Reader

Request from anon.  “ omg hi can i request like a rly angsty zen story pls i’m addicted to pain (like jealousy or first fight or a huge argument pls) tysmm”

Word Count: 2483

Trigger Warnings: Really big argument, yelling

Genre: angst angst angst 

A/N: I love angst so much. This is gonna have at least one sequel. I get carried away with angst, it would have been too long. I’m like I want a good ending but like after a while so I’ll make this a multi-part fic! Or unless you want it to end on a bad note. Please request that if you do.

Also, huge shoutout to @all-mystic-messenger​ for helping me with the idea and being really supportive. I hope the anon likes this!

It happened again. Like every time you ever go out and try to have a nice time, it happened again. You were getting tired of the same sight flashing before your eyes, getting repeated as if you lived in a loop. What was more tiring was that he couldn’t even tell.

When you had first met Zen, he was a small actor who basically took up a job that would pay rent. His career was progressing, but very slowly. However, somehow, in the time you knew him, his career completely flourished and now he was a rising star.

Of course, you were happy for him. When he met you he could only worry about finance and building his career. Now that his career skyrocketed he could start taking the project he wanted to do, he could enjoy acting. You couldn’t be happier for him, but with more fame comes more fans. More female fans. More beautiful female fans. Every one of them would leap at the opportunity to be his, and they threw nothing but hate at you. You were the girl who was in the spot that everyone wanted to be.

And just like every other night where you tried to go out and have a nice time, one or two of his fans would be there and completely ruin your night. What hurt was that Zen would just let them.

“Zen, won’t you tell us about your new role?” one girl said, batting her eyelashes over her deep blue eyes. Her eyes were wider than your, brighter than your, prettier than yours. “We’re absolutely dying to know!”

Zen just chuckled, as if it was just okay for these girls to steal your night. “I’m sorry girls, I really can’t tell you. I promise you you’ll find out soon,” he said with a wink. Something he would casually flash at you after a compliment that made your heart melt. He used it to make their hearts melt.

“What about your costume for the role?” her friend said, as she pushed a lock of her flowing auburn hair behind her ear. Her hair was shinier than yours, silkier than yours, prettier than yours. “I heard they’re dressing you in navy blue, how gorgeous you would look in navy blue!”

“Well, I must say, it is quite a sight on me,” he casually complimented himself. His eyes were devoted to these strangers, when they were supposed to be devoted to yours.

“I wish I could look nice in navy blue like you would, it’s such a nice color,” the first girl said. You knew the game she was playing. She knew that you knew. “But I can’t suit any colors, I’m hopeless.”

You’d think a professional actor could look through her false sigh. He just smiled through it. “I’m sure you’d look beautiful in any color.”

And that was the last straw for you. Every part of your heart broke. You dropped the menu you were pretending to look and and quickly paced out the door. Zen looked over at you, puzzled at why you were leaving. The two girls tried to continue conversation, and boy was it a chore for Zen to try to escape the two of them.

When Zen had finally returned to your shared apartment, almost an hour later, you were on the couch with tears rolling down your face uncontrollably. Your heels were kicked off, your once nicely done hair was falling apart, your makeup was smeared all over your face by your tears and dripping onto your dress. They also covered your hands when you attempted to wipe away the tears that kept flooding. You decided that it was useless, and you just let them drown. (A/N: If you get that reference I love you.)

“What’s wrong?” Zen’s voice was filled with concern. You didn’t even notice him standing at the door. He tried to reach for you on the couch but you simply jerked away. You couldn’t try to pretend that he didn’t do anything wrong like you have been since the day you started dating.

“Just stay away from me,” you tried to mumble out, barely audibly. You were shattered, and you didn’t even care about Zen in this moment. After all, he didn’t seem to care about you.

“Why did you just leave, we were supposed to have a nice night, Y/N!” he asked, a little annoyance in his voice. You paused, and suddenly rage completely boiled inside of you. You couldn’t believe him.

“You think I ruined our night?” you exclaimed as you turned around, your voice was scratched and dry. “For the longest time, I’ve been trying to have a good date with you, but you always ignore me to flirt with your fans.”

Zen looked at you like you were insane, you thought you were going to break. “Oh, sorry for taking a moment to thank a fan for their support and compliment them!” Now there was as much anger in his voice as yours.

“A moment?” you yelled in awe. “The waiter came up to us three times to see if we were done ordering. I had to stall while you were chatting with your fans.”

“You’re mad at me for my fans supporting me?” Zen screamed, anger glossed over his ruby eyes. You flinched slightly, he had never yelled at you before, you hated the feeling. As an immediate response more tears flooded your cheeks.

“I’m mad at you for always prioritizing your fans over us having a nice time,” you snapped back. “Your fans are so supportive, and that’s wonderful, but every time we try to have some alone time, you just keep talking to them.” You felt a small wave of relief over all your pain as you finally let this go. This was very, very short lived.

“I’m just thanking them for all of their support,” he spat, and continued without even thinking. “God, I wish you could be supportive of me just once and be less selfish and actually let me show my gratitude!”

And in that moment, whatever you had was gone. Every part of your soul shattered. Your self-esteem had been torn from you long ago, when Zen would compliment you then somebody else. You didn’t need yours, as long as Zen had his. Your time had been long consumed, and you spent every waking hour making sure Zen wouldn’t break down from his job and everything in his life would go smoothly. You didn’t need time, Zen did. But when he accused you of not supporting him, anything you had was blown apart. You had given an unhealthy amount of yourself to him. Under all the love, you had been suffering for a long time.

“Are you serious?!” you yelled louder than ever. This time, Zen wasn’t glaring back at you. He had realized what he said. He had realized how much he broke you. “Who goes to your set every day to bring you lunch? Who helps you practice lines when you’re home? Who helps you de-stress when things aren’t going right? Who has to constantly push their plans off so that your career would be successful? Do your fans do that? I don’t think so.”

Zen just looked at you, trying to find words. You shook your head, you were done. “You know what, if you think I’m not being supportive, then I won’t be. I’m done giving you every part of myself to make sure your life is going right and with no appreciation. You picked up your purse and worked your way towards the door. “Find one of you ‘supportive’ fans to do all that for you. I’m done.”

Zen tried to stop you, but you were already out the door. He buried his face in his hands, feeling tears trickle down his forearms. His hands slid into his silver hair. His tears flowed like a waterfall, and he regretted everything he had done. He let you walk out his door, not knowing if you would ever come back.

You had gone to stay with Jaehee, who lovingly offered you her guest room for as long as you needed. She asked for Jumin for some money to buy you some necessities. Jumin surprisingly agreed. You needed clothes, toiletries, etc. All your stuff was still at Zen’s. You had been planning for Jaehee to stop by his place sometime to retrieve it. For now, you told her to break all contact with him. You had broken all contact with everything. Every part of you was completely shattered.

Zen was in no better shape. He had called you and texted you in attempt to apologize an endless number of times. All he knew was that you were safe, with Jaehee, as he found out from the other RFA members. None of them knew anything otherwise, and Jaehee wasn’t revealing anything. He was thankful that you were physically safe, but he still wouldn’t forgive himself until he fixed the fact that you completely resented his presence.

He was never aware of how much you helped him, and he wish he could just eat his own words. He didn’t have time during his lunch break to go out and get his own food, neither did anyone on the staff. He skipped meals every day because you weren’t there to bring him a meal every day. Getting in and out of his intricate costume was difficult every time, you had always helped him. He was having trouble with new lines, you were always there to practice with him. When he had a bad day you were no longer there to comfort him. You offered him so much, and he had accused you of being selfish.

His boss could also tell that something was up. Zen wasn’t making any progress, and opening night was creeping closer. The director had threatened to fire him if he couldn’t pull his world together, but you were his world, and he threw it away. He needed to fix this, his life was miserable without you.

You were in the guest room as always. There was a bathroom in the room so that wasn’t an issue. You would only see Jaehee when she checked in on you, or brought you food or water. You would always thank her, but then close the door back. Jaehee was getting worried. You were eating less and less.

There was a knock on the main door of the house. Jaehee opened it to see Zen, with bags under his eyes and looking like an awful mess. Jaehee tried to slam the door on him, but Zen was stronger.

“I need to see her,” he said. Jaehee recognized the feeling in his voice. It was the same in yours, so awfully broken. She crossed her arms. You could hear his voice from the guest room, and you raced into the corner, failing to keep your tears from falling.

“She doesn’t want to see you,” Jaehee spat, as if reading your mind. “Please leave.”

“Jaehee,” he said, trying to hold himself together. “I know you don’t like seeing her like this, in pain.”

“You mean the pain you caused?” she rose an eyebrow. Zen pushed that behind his head and swallowed in nervousness.

“Just let me try to fix this, please,” he begged. Jaehee could tell he was just as broken as you, and sympathy started to flood her. If this went wrong, you would break even more. However, if this went right, she could see you happy again.

She didn’t protest as he stepped in, her eyes still filled with anger. She silently nodded to the guest room, then left to her own.

Zen opened the door, to find you in the corner, sniffling as you cried.

“Y/N-” he started, you cut him off immediately.  

“Leave,” you spat, your voice muffled. You were curled up in a ball and you hid your face in your knees. You didn’t want to face him. You just wanted him to get out.

“Not until I can tell you how sorry I am.” He took a step towards you, and you let out a yelp. He stopped right there. “Everything I said, I wasn’t thinking straight. You mean the world to me, I love you. I’m sorry. My life is falling apart without your help. I need you.”

“Just have one of your amazing fans replace me, they’re all dying to.” Tears streamed down everywhere. You were used to the feeling by now. No matter how much you denied it, you loved him too. But you couldn’t trust him right now. “Leave me alone, please.”

That broke him. He needed to prove to you he meant it. He needed you back in his life. “Baby, please, I’m so sorry-”

“Leave me ALONE!” you screamed, letting the sobs take over you. Zen ignored you.

“I hurt you, I can’t possibly live with that. Please, forgive me. I love you more than anything. I would throw away everything for you.” he pleaded, carefully taking a step closer. You didn’t have the energy to stop him.

Suddenly, as if it were the world telling you to give him a chance, all your good memories flooded your head. From falling in love with him, when he asked you out, every kiss, every laugh, every smile. You missed it all. You wanted it back. You wanted to trust him again.

You looked up at him, and cherished the sight of him. Your E/C orbs met his bright red ones, and you knew he felt the same. You didn’t stop him as he wrapped his arms around you. He held you like a treasure.

The reality snapped back. You could only give him this one embrace. Just because you missed him doesn’t mean he didn’t do what he did.

“You still need to leave,” you whispered, which completely broke him. To be honest, you didn’t feel bad. It was what he got for doing the same to you, all those weeks before. You slowly pulled away, showing sorrow in your eyes. But you were able to tell them with your gaze that you still loved him. He understood. He had never felt happier. He took your hand.

“Just promise me that one day I can have you back in my life again,” he pleaded. You refused to meet his eyes. This wasn’t something you could possibly give him. You pulled your hand away, and to him, you had pulled his entire existence away.

“All I can promise you is a chance for you to prove what you said wrong, we’ll see from there.”

And he intended to dedicate every fiber of his being to take you up on you offer. This was the first step in the long journey of getting you back. He was going to take every single step.

Who’s the Boss? [Jerome Valeska x Reader]

Author’s Note: I’m so happy this is done omg. I’ve been slowly working on it over like the last week and it’s been such slow going because I’ve hit a rut with my creativity, both when it comes to writing and drawing. And it suuuucks. But I finally managed to draw some things today and it inspired me to power through this fic and get it out of the way, as it’s an idea I’ve had for a long time and really wanted to write. So I hope you like it. ^^ 

Word Count: 7,014

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Promptomg could you do a Seb imagine where they’re arguing and he’s really mad and almost yelling and the reader is just sitting quietly and he finally gets pissed off and asks why she’s not saying anything and she just goes “no, you go ahead, keep telling me how terrible I am” and his heart literalLY breaks and ends slightly smutty, thank u ♥

Word Count: 637

Warnings: Fighting

Author’s Note: This is short and not as much smut as I wanted, but I hope you enjoy it!

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CLF: A la Folie G

A/N: I have eaten, I feel better now. You’re getting this part tonight and one on Saturday. I have a birthday dinner that I REALLY don’t want to go to, so I’ll post that and hopefully my phone will go off and keep me busy (looking at you, @persephone-is-here-omg and @thecrownedrose!). 

A/N: A note on the Russian for these chapters: I have looked up every single word using two or three sources; sometimes I can’t find the Cyrillic alphabet, but most of the time I can. Some of these words have double meanings (the word for “fuck off” in Russian also means, “Leave me alone” or “get off my case” and is sometimes translated as “fuck you.” Some of these translations were chosen based on their context–some sites offer different sentences, and I chose the best context. So. The translations I’ve used are the translations and boy, oh, boy, I will never use the Cyrillic alphabet again because I am so sick of hitting copy, paste, copy, paste.

WARNINGS: Swearing (always), nightmares, allusion to sexy times, quick mention of blood from a miscarriage, mention of depressive thoughts as a result, heads up, character death (real death? Character death?), graphic description of said character death (I am so sick of watching the damn Zapruder film, there’s only so many times you can watch a guy get his head blown off), slightly painful fingering, slight Dom/Sub punishment dynamics, smut (spanking, exhibitionism sort of, anal, choking, blowjob)



SONG TRACK: Paint It Black by Hidden Citizens

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Rajigaze Dec 2

Reita (reading Christmas mail): “I still believed in Santa Claus when I was in elementary school. Santa would come and leave presents at the entrance of my house, so I would always leave a big stocking and a letter for him. I remember being so excited when I woke up in the morning and the letter was gone, and the stocking was full of presents. Every year I would write, ‘please write back,’ but he never did, and I was a little sad about it. Then, when I was in grade 5 or 6, after Christmas had passed, I found all the letters I had written to Santa on a shelf where my dad kept his work stuff. I realized then that there was no Santa, and that all the gifts I’d gotten up until then were from my dad. At that moment, my dreams were crushed.”

Kai: Aw! 

Reita: “Until when did you two believe in Santa Claus? It’s getting cold so please be careful not to catch a cold!” 

Kai: This is a nice story! Instead of being all, oh my dreams were crushed, be grateful to your dad! 

Reita: Yeah! 

Kai: It’s not like your dad crushed your dreams on purpose! You just found the letters. And also, he kept all the letters!? 

Reita: Yeah, he did.

Kai: What a great dad!!

Reita: So maybe that was the moment your dream of Santa was crushed, but it’s a moment where you made a bond with your dad. 

Kai: Yeah yeah yeah yeah! …Do they not feel that way?

Reita: No I think they do! 

Kai: Oh, so it’s just that Santa isn’t real [that made them sad]?

Reita: Omg stop what ur saying

(both laugh)

(*idk if this was supposed to be a joke like don’t tell ppl he isn’t real idk with these two ffs)

Reita: By the way, until when did you believe in Santa Claus?

Kai: …Hmm I don’t know…I don’t remember exactly when I stopped believing in him, but I remember my mom laughing her ass off at me when I asked about him. 

Reita: Huh?

Kai: Like, “he’s obviously not real!” 

Reita: Ah …

Kai: I don’t remember when it was, but she was like, “omg you STILL believe in him!?” and she was dying laughing. 

Reita: Was this like last year? 

(both laugh very hard)

Kai: I just remember that happening. 

Reita: So you mean you didn’t get presents from Santa? You just got them from your mom? 

Kai: Yeahh I’m pretty sure I didn’t…my mom just like…I mean, this takes all the magic out of it (laughs) but she just handed me money and was like “buy urself something” 

(both laugh)

Reita: Keeping it simple huh

Kai: Yeah. That’s probably where my affinity for money came from.

(CHA-CHING sound effect)

Reita: Ah, I see…from your mom eh

Kai: Yes yes yes

Reita: Ah…well, I feel bad for my mom but, I used to write letters to Santa…and I mean, I had a single mom, so…our presents really weren’t anything special. So I wrote a letter to Santa again. 

Kai: (laughing) Like, ‘that’s not what I wanted’?

Reita: Yeah, I was like, ‘Santa I want this and this. Please’. But I think at that time, I had kind of started to figure it out, that Santa was my mom. But I wrote a letter again, and then that year I got chocolate with a note like, ‘I’m sorry, this is all I could get you.’ …So, I think it was hard for my mom.

Kai: Yeah of course! (laughs) 

Reita: And now I think like, I was so stupid. 

Kai: Yeah, cause she probably wanted to buy so much more for you!

Reita: Yeah yeah yeah…so I feel really bad about it. 

Kai: Yeah…call her right now. Call her and apologize.

Reita: Dude I bought her a house. 

Kai: (laughing) Omg! Omg you went there! …You bought her a house…that is next level damn…

Reita: Yes as a thank you

Kai: When people other than me say shit like this do they get a ‘CHA CHING’ too?

Reita: NO. We do not. There’s probably the sound of applause right now.

(Applause/cheering sound effect)

Reita: Yes. A standing ovation. 

Kai: Yeah ok anyway

Reita: Anyway so Santa isn’t real

Kai: Yeah, please thank your parents! Not that I’m trying to tell u what to do

anonymous asked:

Did you know that Honezuki's 'favorite thing' on his info page is giving or receiving messages?

I did know!!!!! He’s so soft, honestly ;u; was that a pun maybe it was

Anon said: Bleh I’m trying to read the bnha manga on kissmanga but every time I change the chapter It gives me a pop up and I’m reading on mobile so I can’t block it .-. I really don’t think I’m gonna be able to read it

How about you try using mangasee? Or mangareader? Or mangahere? Honestly I really don’t like kissmanga anyway, there’s a lot of better sites around hah

Anon said:  Omg fran every time i see ur notifications i get so happy thx for existing

HHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 。:゚(。ノω\。)゚・。 thank u

Anon said: The moment you posted that new Bakushima I just HAD to set it as my lock screen. I jump every time you post a picture, I get so excited. And I’m never disappointed. Thank you for all of your content!!


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Persona 5 Request

Requester: @ayaseijuuro

Prompt: ah, sorry for the previous post, then can i ask mishima, ann, goro and akira with s/o in festival and because they’re too shy to ask holding hands they just tug their yukata/shirt sleeves?            

Notes: Omg this is adorable


○ Nearly jumps out of his skin with the contact. He does like it but he’s really shy and overthinking everything so it startles him

○ “O-oh sorry, did we miss something?” Thinks you may have passed a stall you wanted to stop at - or worst case he did something wrong somehow

○ You’re going to have to explain what you want to him poor boy wont get it otherwise and his ideas of what you’re trying to tell him are snowballing out of control fast

○ Mishima feels like a total idiot for not getting it when you do explain though. He’s quick to take your hand, apologizing for not getting it. He’s pretty elated that you actually want to hold hands with him though

○ The two of you wander the festival hand-in-hand the whole night. Mishima’s hands are a bit sweaty honestly but that doesn’t make it any less sweet or enjoyable for the both of you. It’s very innocent and romantic


○ It takes her a second to understand what you want and she just kind of stares at you in confusion for a second until it clicks.

○ “You… want to hold my hand?” She has to ask for confirmation first because she’s a bit starstruck by how cute you are. She can’t help but blush a bit

○ “You don’t need to ask silly!” Recovers pretty fast so she doesn’t make you feel awkward and happily wraps her fingers together with your own.

○ Immediately uses your hand to physically drag you over to buy some crepes she noticed she’ll be tugging you around all night

○ Can’t stop thinking about how cute your face looked when you tugged at her yukata though she spaces out more than once trying to re-imagine it perfectly in her head


○ Gets it right away and though he debates teasing you he’ll most likely decide against it as not to push it

○ “You could have just asked you know. What, afraid I might bite?” His tone is an odd mix of playful and dark and it makes you blush even harder than you were before

○ He holds your hand tightly, firmly, and he’s probably not going to let it go for the rest of the festival

○ It makes him beam inwardly because you asking for affection so adorably made him feel needed. He likes that feeling a lot

○ “Next time you want to hold my hand just ask, ok?” Akechi fully hopes you will. Though he’ll hold your hand abit more often after that he still wants you to ask for him again, to give him that rush of feeling important


○ Like Akechi, Akira gets it right away. He knows exactly what you want. Unlike Akechi he doesn’t give in right away

○ He asks what’s up with this unmistakable twinkle in his eye and even though he manages to keep a straight face you both know that he’s teasing you

○ The more you pout at him or the shyer you get the cuter he finds it he can’t stop

○ When he figures you’ve had enough Akira will grab your hand and at first you think you’re finally getting your way but instead of just holding it he raises it to his lips and presses a kiss to your wrist. RIP you

○ From then on though Akira is a bit more attentive though and will hold you hand whenever he notices you showing signs of wanting him to

Game of Thrones, Season 7 Episode 5, “Eastwatch” Reaction/Review

Eastwatchhhhh let’s go!

Originally posted by teller-marie

Aw Bronn! Yay Good! Ya saved your boy! Only one with some common sense.

So is even the gold all melted?

Tyrion is looking around at all the ashes like “HOLY SHIT.”

Oh nooo Dickon…. I think you’re okay. Shit shit shit shit. 

Originally posted by postcardsfrommybrain

I mean she’s right. She gave them a “choice”. Sort of.


Everyone moves so fast now. Damn Jamie.

Jamie… you are never gonna talk any sense into Cersei. Take Bronn’s advice and get the fuck OUT.

Dany just likes scaring people with the dragons hahahaha. 

JON TOUCH HIM. DO ITTTTTTTTTTTTTT. (why the teeth though? you could have picked like… the side)

Dany is impressed though.

Originally posted by emrekpck

Dany’s that crazy cat lady.  

Dany, “So what’s this heart stab business?”

Jon, “Uhm…..”

JORAH. Cock-block supreme!

Jon’s looking like, “the fuck is happening? Is he your daddy or your “daddy”?”

Originally posted by thevortexofourminds

Bran’s trying to send text messages. OMGGGGG…  Just more old white dudes who think they know better FUCK. I’m SO MAD. Sam you deserve better.

Pfffft…who delivered secret notes to Varys and thought that was a good idea? lolol

Yay Jon knows his sibs alive!!

Oh shit. Jorah is useful now!! Go get a dead man!

This Dany - Jon back and forth is fun. I REALLY like their dynamic and power plays.

Originally posted by n-wordbelike

Why did I think my Stark girls would just get along? ;_;

AAAAAAAH Jamie Tyrion!!!!! AAAAAAAH!  Tyrion take Jamie backkkk. God, your dad really fucked with all of you. 

Honestly I never considered this particular route of plot of even the possibility of getting Cersei’s people to fight the White Walkers.


Originally posted by jenesuispasunefilleparfaite



Originally posted by allreactions


Omg Davos you’re so good!

FUCK. Tyrion. You’re too obvious! 

Not gonna lie. That was satisfying to watch Gendry swing that hammer. Unf.

Qyborn wanted to give Cersei something? Is she pregnant?

Jamie. You’re just gonna say Tyrion was there just like that? 


Oh shit Cersei IS pregnant.




Originally posted by live-c0urageously


Dany is all, “Oh but I kinda like your face though.” to Jon. Ugh I hate that I ship it.

Originally posted by churlishdandy


Originally posted by chelseaslightlyinterrupted


Arya doing her spy thing. Good. Litttefinger you fuck.


Originally posted by demondetoxmanual


THE HOUND! THIS IS ONE BIG REUNION FEST. I see, Gendry was was supposed to be with this crew in the books, but the writers had to get him to the same place anyway.

After Show Thoughts:

MAN. This show has really picked up the pace, huh?

I’m dreading an Area/Sansa fight. I don’t want it. I really don’t.  

Next week previews look INSANE. Ghost please? K thx.

Originally posted by lhellwish

After after after thoughts:

Cersei… was lying about being pregnant yeah? Maggy, the woods witch, told her she’d only have 3 kids… unless like she is pregnant but isn’t going to live to give birth? Hrm.