i remember a few years ago when i found these

A few years ago, when I was living in the housing co-op and looking for a quick cookie recipe, I came across a blog post for something called “Norwegian Christmas butter squares.” I’d never found anything like it before: it created rich, buttery and chewy cookies, like a vastly superior version of the holiday sugar cookies I’d eaten growing up. About a year ago I went looking for the recipe again, and failed to find it. The blog had been taken down, and it sent me into momentary panic. 

Luckily, I remembered enough to find it on the Wayback Machine, and quickly copied it into a file that I’ve saved ever since. I probably make these cookies about once a month, and they last about five days around my voracious husband - they’re fantastic with a cup of bitter coffee or tea. I’m skeptical that there is something distinctively Norwegian about these cookies, but they do seem like the perfect thing to eat on a cold day. 

Norwegian Christmas Butter Squares

1 cup unsalted butter, softened

1 egg
1 cup sugar
2 cups flour
1 tsp vanilla
½ tsp salt
Turbinado/ Raw Sugar for dusting

Preheat the oven to 400 degrees. Chill a 9x13″ baking pan in the freezer. Do not grease the pan.

Using a mixer, blend the butter, egg, sugar, and salt together until it is creamy.  Add the flour and vanilla and mix using your hands until the mixture holds together in large clumps. If it seems overly soft, add a little extra flour. 

Using your hands, press the dough out onto the chilled and ungreased baking sheet until it is even and ¼ inch thick.  Dust the top of the cookies evenly with raw sugar.

Bake at 400 degrees until the edges turn a golden brown, about 12-15 minutes. Remove from the oven. Let cool for about five minutes before cutting the cooked dough into squares. Remove the squares from the warm pan using a spatula.

anonymous asked:

Hey! Do you know of a quick way to make money online? Prom is coming up and i need to make a lot in only a month or two!! TIA :) <3

Hey Girly!!

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Here is the link for the one i use if you want to give it a try! :)

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You’ll be able redeem your points for paypal, a check, or giftcards. Good luck and have fun! Keep me updated and PLS send me pictures of your prom dress when you find one!!

Pandora Hearts vs. Vanitas no Carte

Aka. long-ass rant about VNC and PH accompanied by the total amount of zero (0) screencaps from the canon material, also featuring my poor grammar skills (for which I’m endlessly sorry) and the bits and scraps of knowledge on fiction / art I happen to posses.

Okay. First of all, I made this post solely so that I can babble about VNC in comparison to Pandora Hearts, because that’s what they taught me in high school – if you have one author and the said author has at least two works, then not talking about both of those works at once is just a waste of a perfectly good opportunity to fill up your essay with a lot of meta with the minimal effort. And I just can’t walk past a chance like that without a second glance. Not that this rant would lead anywhere (I also don’t have any cool theories to share, which is honestly pitiful and keeps me up at night), but still. Here I go and, by the way, I’m taking spoilers with me.

Quick TL;DR before we start: Jun Mochizuki’s progress as a storyteller is just insane and she should be prayed for in the dark times of art / writer’s block.

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Spring Day

Pt. 1 || Pt. 2 || Pt. 3 || Pt. 4 || Pt. 5

Jimin x Reader 

Series Genre: Angst/Fluff

Series Summary: You knew that married life with an idol would be challenging. You just didn’t know that it would be this challenging. 

Word Count: 1309

Originally posted by elitejeon

The wind blew the leaves across the pastel orange skyline. The blades of the grass swayed back and forth following the patterns of the whisking air. He stared at the lone tree in the middle of the field as the atmosphere turned into something bittersweet.

“Papa?” Her small hand was encased in his, “Papa…are those shoes for the tree?” He chuckled as he gazed down at the young child. He was amused by her innocence,

“No, those shoes already have an owner.”

“Who, papa?” The young girl looked up curiously at her father waiting for some type of answer. He licked his lips and gulped. A tinge of sadness twinkled in his eyes.

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CS FF: Man Flu

Summary: It’s Killian and Emma’s first wedding anniversary, but Killian is sick and has no clue what day it is.  To make matters worse, he is driving Emma crazy as she takes care of him.

Rating: PG

Note: So many men are big babies when they get sick (apologies to any men who may be reading this), so I thought the same could be true for our former pirate.  This goes back and forth between Emma and Killian’s POV.  Hope you enjoy it!  ~Steph

…Man Flu: Part 1/1…

~Emma’s POV~

Today is our first wedding anniversary.  This first year of marriage to Killian has been the happiest of my life.  

Minus the last three days, that is.  When I said the vows in sickness and health, I never imagined this.  

I squeeze my eyes closed as the ringing once again fills my ears. Why did I give Killian that damn bell?!  He’s been ringing it incessantly for the last two days.  I thought it would be an improvement over him bellowing my name every five minutes, but I was sorely mistaken.  

Three days ago, Killian came down with a cold. The usual: scratchy throat, cough, runny/stuffy nose.  But you would have thought the man had contracted the plague.  He hasn’t left our bed and complains about every little symptom.  Here’s a man who has lost his hand, been hit by a car, been stabbed, nearly drowned, been tortured, and actually died.  I’m sure in his more than 200 years he’s endured even more than that.  But somehow the common cold brings him to his knees.  

There’s a name for this.  Man flu.  Basically, men act like babies when they become even slightly sick.  Apparently, my brave, strong, resilient pirate isn’t immune to such an affliction.  And now I must also suffer.

The bell rings again, followed by a pitiful moan of “Emma”.

“Coming,” I grumble, as I head up the stairs.

I find him in our bed, the comforter pulled up around his neck.  Tissues are strewn everywhere. His hair is sticking up in all directions and his nose is red.  His blue eyes are watery.

I come to stand before him, hands on my hips.  "You rang?“

"Love, do you think perhaps you could close the curtains?  I’m afraid the sunlight is hurting my sensitive eyes.”

I bite my lip, but nod.  "Sure.“

I walk over to the window and pull the curtains closed.

"Not quite that much.  I enjoy a bit of light.”

I feel my fists clench as I pull the curtains open a little, nearly pulling them off the rod with my vice-like grip.  

“Better?” I ask.

“Perfect,” he says, offering me a weak smile.  "Thank you.“

"Can I get you anything else before I go?” I ask.

“You’re leaving?” he croaks.  

I sigh. “Killian, I’ve been waiting on you for three days. I have a job, you know.  I’m surprised this town hasn’t been destroyed by monsters yet.”

“My apologies for being so much trouble,” he mumbles.

I roll my eyes.  I know what he’s doing and it won’t work.  

“Look, you have your cell phone right there.  If you need me, just call and I’ll be back in no time at all.”

“I don’t want to be a bother,” he mutters. “I’m sure I can fend for myself in my weakened state. After all, I’ve cared for myself most of my life.”

I roll my eyes again and walk over to him, placing a kiss on his lips against my better judgment.  I don’t really want to risk getting sick, but a kiss usually placates him for a bit.

“You’ll be fine.  I told you.  It’s just a cold.”

“I beg to differ.  I feel as if I am on my deathbed.  It must be scurvy.”

“For the thousandth time, it is not scurvy.”

“With all due respect, love, you aren’t a doctor.”

“True, but I do know how to google.”


“Look stuff up on the, as you would say, computer box.”

“Oh. Proceed.”

“And you have none of the symptoms of scurvy.  It’s also very rare in modern times, mostly occurring in poor countries due to malnutrition.  What you have is the common cold.”

“There’s hardly anything common about it.  I don’t see why I can’t be given some medicine to cure this infernal disease.”

“Because there’s no cure for the common cold, which, by the way, is not a disease.  You just have to ride it out.  You can relieve the symptoms like we have been doing with over-the-counter drugs, but there’s not much else you can do.”

“I suppose I’ll just suffer then.”

I wait for him to acknowledge our anniversary, but he’s so delirious from the meds and distracted by his constant whining, that I am pretty sure he doesn’t have any idea what day it is.  

I try to hide my disappointment, as I hook my thumb in the direction of the door.  "Ok, I’m going to go now.  Call me if you need me.“

"Goodbye, love,” he says as I exit the room.

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Here to Help - Spencer Reid

Part 2

Spencer x Reader

Summary: A case hit home for one of the BAU team but none of the others know why or how to help

Part 1

You had just gotten the case files together was were slowly making your way towards the conference room making sure you didn’t drop them. ‘I thought we were on paperwork today and not cases?’ Morgan’s voice floated through the open door as JJ entered before you. ‘We are but a case needed our attention’ Hotch told the team as JJ sat. ‘Alright’ The team looked at JJ and she just shrugged. ‘I don’t know anything about it, it didn’t come through me’ She explained and they all looked slightly confused.

At that you stepped into the room. ‘That’s because it came through me’ You announced and their heads turned to you. You leaned forwards landing the armful of files you had onto the wood. ‘I flagged a case when I started at the BAU’ You began separating files and passing them across to each of your team. ‘This morning I got a call about it’ You reached over to the center and grabbed the remote for the board. ‘Twenty two years ago a man names Joshua Penican started invading family homes and killing them’ You clicked the mouse and a police drawn portrait of the man came up. ‘This sketch is about twenty years old and the only thing we have to go on’ You walked around the table. 

You let your hand brush off Spencer’s shoulder as you went hoping the small gesture would help show him you were sorry, until you could talk to him properly after. ‘All together he’s killed over 24 families, for the first few years it was only one at a time’ You clicked again and the older crime scene photos came up. ‘Then he began killing in sprees of two or threes. His killing are so periodic no one knows when or where he will strike next’ You looked away from the photos a shudder going down your spine. ‘It’s never yearly but never any more than 4 years between sprees’ You began clicking again. ‘He always targets families with five people in it, a mother, killed by overdose’ You clicked and a photo of a woman in a chair came up. ‘Father, single gunshot to the head’ Again another click. ‘Two daughters’ Two more clicks and their photos came up. ‘And a boy’ Again you clicked but didn’t look at the screen. 

Rossi was flicking through the paper. ‘there was a survivor, a young girl about twenty years ago’ He looked up. You nodded. ‘Yes, that’s where the police got their sketch’ He nodded. ‘There’s a profile in here’ Morgan glanced up at you. ‘Has the BAU worked this case before?’ You shook your head clicking the remote and the screen went blank. ‘No, that profile is mine, a few years ago I heard about the murders of three more families and went down there’ JJ nodded. ‘I remember that, one day you just took off on holiday’ You shrugged. ‘I went to work the case unofficially and gave the cops this profile’ You told her.

Turning back to the screen you clicked on the new images. ‘About twenty minutes ago I got a phone call from a Detective Grenly saying he had struck again, a family of five had been found dead an hour earlier, same MO’ You clicked and the crime scene photos again came up. You flinched when the photo of the oldest girl came on the screen and turned away. And being in a room full of profilers one of them noticed, Spencer. ‘Only this time, the son, Jason Harvey fifteen, survived as the unsub was interrupted while trying to strangle him’ You crossed your arms. ‘I told the police we’d help’ The team nodded. ‘Wheels up in twenty’ Hotch said as he stood. The team nodded agreeing and the room began to clear.

You waited for them to go. ‘Spencer?’ You called just before he left the room and he turned. ‘I’m sorry about this morning’ He just crossed his arms. ‘That was the case file you had hidden in your desk wasn’t it?’ You nodded pulling out a chair and sitting. ‘Yeah, listen I am really sorry about snapping’ Spencer sighed slightly and walked back into the room uncrossing his arms. He sat taking the seat beside you. ‘I’ve never seen you react like that, and I’ve known you almost seven years’ You sighed and glanced at the lone case folder on the table, yours. ‘This case, it’s always been one I’ve known when we had a lead, I just-I wanted to get it to Hotch. I’ve tried for so long to catch this guy and I don’t know what came over me’ You closed your eyes with a long sigh

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I miss her Part [5/...]

Originally posted by nicelilmoment

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Words: 543
Warning: none.

Summary: Bucky and [Y/N] found themselves in the 21st century, the only problem - [Y/N] doesn’t know that Bucky is still alive and that he tries to find a way to get back into her life.


I’m sorry that it become so short but I’m really busy and I wanted to post a chapter today so here it is!

The room fell into complete silence as Bucky stood still in the middle of the room while [Y/N] still sat on the mattress which was laid out in front of the window almost next to the front door.

Maybe he could just pretend that he didn’t know her but the way Bucky looked at [Y/N] gave too much away. There was no way he couldn’t remember her.

Bucky loved [Y/N] since 1939. Since that day when she walked right into him in Coney Island while he was there with another girl. [Y/N] never left his head until Hydra took him away from his best friend and his beloved girlfriend. That was the first time that Bucky forgot [Y/N] and he hated himself for these years of not remembering her.

“I see, you still remember something“ [Y/N] spoke up again and watched Bucky as he sat down the bag of his plums and turned towards her while she picked up the little notebook. It used to lay right next to Bucky on his mattress. If he had bad dreams, he would read some of his old memories or stare at the pictures of Steve and [Y/N], which he glued to the pages, for hours.

Some of the pages of his little notebook were full of [Y/N]. It melted her heart when she discovered it a few minutes ago before he came back.

’‘You remembered me…why didn’t you come?” she finally stood up and looked into this deep blue eyes for which she had searched for, for too many years.

But then Bucky said something. For the first time after so many years, [Y/N] heard him speak again even if it was nothing more than a whisper “I was afraid…”

“Of what?” [Y/N] tried to find the answer in his eyes but found nothing as Bucky lowered his gaze down to the floor and sighed “I was afraid that you moved on and I thought you don’t want to love the mess that I’ve become. James Barnes…doesn’t exist anymore…and I don’t know if he will ever come back. It’s just…me”

“But I see him right in front of me” she smiled softly and came a few steps closer before he shrinked away like he didn’t want to feel her touch again. Bucky immediately regretted it the moment he saw the hurt in [Y/N]’s eyes.

“I’m sorry…maybe it was a bad idea to look for you. I’ll go and leave you alone” [Y/N] took her bag from the ground and went for the front door, still hoping that he would stop her from leaving.

Before she could reach the handle of the door knob, she felt Bucky’s hand on her upper arm “Please, don’t leave me…not again”

[Y/N] turned around and faced him where he was standing right in front of her. Their faces were only inches away from each other as Bucky looked into her bright [y/e/c] eyes.

For so many years, he wished to be with her. Look into her eyes and tell her how much she meant to him. And now [Y/N] was standing right in front of her and Bucky didn’t know what to say.

So he just did what came into his mind. He leaned down and kissed her on the lips.

Part 6

In the end, thank you for all the cute messages that you send me through the comments and private messages that I should continue with the story! Love you! <3

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The Unknown Son

Originally posted by canonspngifs

Pairing: past Dean x Reader
Word count: 1,054

Walking into your son’s room, you laughed. His dirty blonde hair was all over the place, his face was smooshed into his pillow, and his arm was hanging over the side of his bed. Stepping around a few toys, you shook his shoulder lightly. “Come on, kiddo.” You chuckled when he groaned, rolling over. “Gotta get ready for school.”

He pouted, his eyes still not open. “Do I have to?”

You stood up straight, pretending to think. “I’m not sure. Should I google if it’s acceptable for my 7 year old to drop out of 1st grade?” You teased. “Come on. I’ll make some Eggos.”

At the prospect of his favorite breakfast, he was up. “On second thought…” He grinned at you.

Kissing his forehead, you ruffled his hair. “Get a move on. We leave in half an hour.”

“So, looks like there’s a case about 6 hours from here.” Sam told Dean, looking over his laptop. “Looks like a pretty easy one.” He shrugged.

Dean licked his lips after taking a sip of his soda. “Where at?” He asked, his eyes not leaving the tv.

Sam’s eyes skimmed the article for the exact name. “Y/C/N.”

He thought for a minute and nodded. “Sure. I’ve been there once, passing through.” He agreed. “Wasn’t too bad of a place. Then again, I was pretty wasted for part of it.” Dean laughed. “Alright, Sammy. We’ll leave after I’m done with this.” He motioned to the tv.

Looking over, Sam raised an eyebrow. “Really? Are you watching that cheesy doctor show that Gabriel snapped us in?” He asked in disbelief.

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anonymous asked:

do you remember the time exo trusted baekhyun to take over jongin's part in wolf when he was injured and baekhyun went out there on a split second decision and killed it? I do

the most iconic baekhyun moment ? of course. I tried to look for the fancam but its so hard :/ i remember rting it a few years ago, but i cant find it rip. But i found a lq one : 150307 - you can clearly see how ksoo was tapping baekhyun to go for it 

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How do you know? Scully had asked him after the Boggs case (in the other place, not the place he thinks must be real). What’s real and what’s not, I mean.

She’d been reading a book and he’d been pretending to nap, and she’d said it, and it sounded like more entertainment then napping, so he’d scooted upright against the pillows, winced against the pain in his leg, and turned to look at her. I just know, he said.

She made a face, setting her book facedown in her lap. Okay, but how do you know?

(They sounded like the little girls, the Eves: how did you know what to do, he’d asked them when they’d dropped them off at the asylum, and they’d chorused, we just knew.)

I just do, he said. How do you know that everything I say is real isn’t?

Science, she said simply. (He could’ve asked about Boggs, but she’d made it clear yesterday, with the sudden stiff shape of her shoulders and the clipped way she said, It’s late, I have to go when he’d tried to get her to discuss it again. She didn’t want to talk about it. Fair, there was plenty he didn’t want to talk about.)

Okay, he said. Well, you have science, then. I have beliefs. I get a… feeling, and I know whether something is real or not.

Are you claiming to be psychic? she asked, raising an eyebrow, smirking. Is that how you knew Boggs wasn’t?

He smirked back. I didn’t say that. I said I just knew.

She nodded, waited a beat before opening her book again. He supposed that meant she was finished with the conversation.

She turned pages for a few minutes before saying, So it’s… wish fulfillment? If you want something to be true hard enough, then it will be?

That’s not what I said either, he said, slightly annoyed now.

Scully looked at him from over the top of the book. But you want to believe, she said, quietly.

The damn poster. He nodded, because he couldn’t exactly say no. I want to believe. So I do.

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anonymous asked:

Do you have any tips/advice for people who want to start taking art commissions? I've never done them before, but I want to do them, and I'm not sure where or how to begin... What's a typical commission process like for you?

I answered an ask similar to this a couple years ago [2015 to be exact] and that post can be found here. It has a few pointers regarding how to price and what to remember when taking commissions.

My method of accepting commissions has changed a bit since then. Usually I follow the following steps [unless the commission is for something off-menu]

  1. Client should email you with all the required information you need. Such information can include: Client’s Website [i.e, tumblr, furaffinity], Billing email, What style of print they want [if you offer different styles], Character name(s), Visual reference(s) and Credits, as well as a Description of what they want you to draw.
  2. Build a rough sketch for your client. It makes ordering so much smoother and it helps narrow down exactly what your client is looking to commission. The rough sketch shouldn’t be too detailed; just enough to get a concept for what the final print will look like. This way the client can get an idea for how it’s going to look when done and request any changes. [you do not want clients requesting changes after you’ve inked + coloured a print, that’s super tedious]
  3. The average time-frame to expect a print to be completed in is posted on my website a billion times, but I recommend if you don’t have that, mention how long the print will take when you send off the rough sketch. Clients do want to know how long their print will take.
  4. With my method of commissions, I ask the client to send me any details they want edited in the rough sketch. I don’t send them the invoice for their print until after they’ve give me a green light on the sketch. [I like to try and get the “ok” in writing but that’s just me]
  5. I begin working on commissions after the invoice for their has been paid in full. I usually reserve the high-res copy for the client and email it privately to them. I post low-res, watermarked copies on my social media.

So that’s the bare-basic rundown for my commissions. Every artist does their own thing but hopefully this gives you some ideas!

Cheers ~

anonymous asked:

You've posted so much Animorphs today, I had no /idea/ there was an Animorphs fandom on tumblr - let alone one passionate enough to write so many long posts?! I LOVED those when I was a kid, I haven't even thought about them in YEARS.

HARD SAME, ANON, HARD SAME. A few months ago I ran across some animorphs art on here and it was pretty great (it should be in my tags if you want to find it, most of it is Ax, though there’s this comic of Marco that cracks me up even though it ought to be super dark and I like the art style), but then a little while after that I found some people going, “Man weren’t those books messed up? Remember how often these kids got disembowled? Remember how they watched someone be eaten alive in like the first chapter? Remember that time Rachel morphed back from a starfish and beat someone to death with her own severed arm? Remember how they were utterly hilarious anyway?”

Kids process violence pretty differently from adults or teenagers, so I’d kind of just forgotten. But yeah, those books were pretty messed up, and I remember laughing so hard while I read them. I only just now found these truly excellent headcanon and fic-like posts, and they’re marvelous. I’m considering looking through the fandom tag on ao3, or checking out the accounts of people who wrote those posts. I bet they’re filled with good stuff. (If I find any, I’ll let you know, anon - I’ll make a post and tag it ‘animorphs anon’ so you can find it if you look.)

Day 45/100 of Productivity: 4 May 2017

May Study Challenge Day 4:

4 (Th). May is AP Exam season! What are your tips for studying for tests?

I don’t have a whole heap of experience with studying for exams, considering that I’m only in Year 9, but things i’ve learnt from experience are:

- start early, to avoid last minute cramming

- don’t go overboard with highlighting/colours as this can be distracting, and you only memorise what’s highlighted and not the other information which could be important -> only highlight key words, but colour coding can be helpful so that you can distinguish different topics/subjects

- refer to the syllabus when making your notes so that you can ensure that you’ve covered everything

- do past papers in exam conditions and mark them -> this can really help you understand what you need to work on, especially in math

- having a study session with your friends when you quiz each other is also really helpful as not only can you solidify your knowledge on topics, but you can learn stuff from them that you might not have known, and also figure out what topics you need to revise

- take breaks! studying for a long time isn’t fun, and i’ve found that it takes me more time to memorise something, because i’ve lost focus and it’s gotten boring. it’s important to give time to yourself so that you don’t get too stressed over your exams :)

but yea I think the most important thing is to keep a clear mind so that you don’t get too stressed. remember to sleep and eat!! (a couple of years ago, someone in my school fell asleep during exam, and the teacher’s were really confused why they left so many questions blank, so they asked him. when he said that they asleep, they found it to be hilarious)

wowza that was a long list

um these are some science notes. i got the syllabus a few days ago, and i’ve started cracking down on finishing these notes before sunday because my science half yearly is my first exam :(

it’s so weird to think that exams are coming up so soon

anonymous asked:

So I'm writing a fic about TK, and and I was thinking about his initals, and I had a random thought.... Why is he named Takeshi and not Ishida? Is that common practice in Japan when a couple gets divorced and the kids get split up?

You mean Takaishi. I remember reading about this a few years ago when my curiosity on the issue sparkled but if I’m honest I’m not familiar with Japan’s family registration rules back in the 90′s at all…

Judging from the materials I found online alone, I got the impression it’s extremely difficult for women in Japan to use their maiden names after a divorce, and one article even stated it was impossible to change it back. Honestly I always snort at words like “impossible”, one thing I learnt in my short time studying Law is no court decision can’t be taken for granted….

Anyway, apparently their law doesn’t necessarily force the couple to pick the man’s family name; it’s just that a family name must be chosen after marriage for the sake of the family book registration. While unnusual the man can pick the woman’s family name instead.

There’s only one exception: it’s when a Japanese person marries a foreign person. Which may be somewhat relevant, considering Natsuko is half-french. 

I had a couple of conversations with a digimon fan about this, she’s half Brazillian half Japanese, and she vented to me once how Japan (according to her) had strange proceedures when it comes to the nationality of women who marry foreigners. Apparently it’s like their Japanese nationaliy is questioned… I don’t know. Anyway this is the case of Natsuko’s mother, who - as we know - married a French man, the Michel guy we see in 02. I honestly don’t know to what extent I should rely on the information she’s no longer considered Japanese (with all honestly I take this with a grain of salt; just putting it out there in case anyone feels like enlightening me where the hell does this come from), but I think Natsuko got - most likely - the family name of her mother anyway.

This was just superficial online research, of course information of this caliber isn’t fact or to be trusted just because it shows up in google search results or because random people I found online tell me things.

A possible course of explanation I came up with at the time, however, is one where restoring the maiden name and retroactively change Takeru’s surname was one of Natsuko’s conditions for the divorce negotiations. I even developed this theory she tried to take advantage of her forgein blood as much as possible, to go against the establishment. Perhaps she asked it in return of Hiroaki getting the right to keep Yamato and have Takeru visiting him at least once per year, every August, who knows…

Sorry if you find some incoherent line of thought since I’m a bit in a rush at the moment but, yeah… It’s fun stuff to think about. 

I really try not to post anything personal on here, but this is important to me… 

Today is the worst day of my life. Today I lost my cat. He was 17 years old. Of course he was more than just my cat. We adopted him as a kitten when I was only 5 years old (I’m 22 now). We got the news that his kidneys were failing about two years ago, they didn’t think he would make it this long. Recently we found out he had developed a heart murmur and cancer as well. Today he only weighed 7lbs and had not eaten more than a few nibbles in a weeks. It was time.

I can still remember the shelter where we got him, my mom pointed him out, a tiny little light brown chocolate-siamese. We took him home and he became my best friend. He loved me so much, when we got more cats years later, he would sleep with me every night and refuse to allow another cat to even sit on my bed. 

He’s the only one who didn’t change for even a second throughout my transition, I was still his favorite person in the whole world. No matter how much I changed, he was there sleeping on my pillow every night just the same. No matter how grumpy of a cat he was, he never missed a chance to rub his nose on my face and put his forehead against mine with enough force to knock me off balance. I must’ve cried a million tears into his fur, but not once did he walk away or get upset. If I was upset or feeling sick, he would always find me and lat in my lap. When I had top surgery, he sat on my lap the entire time. When I had my break-ups, he let me hold him for hours. I talked to him about everything. I can’t picture my life without him.

I can remember the random bursts of energy he would get, even as his arthritis caused him so much pain, where he would run in circles around the house and run up and down the stairs causing as much mayhem as possible. We had to keep our bread away because he would tear it to shreds over-night, we had to buy a lidded trash can because if there was a trace of anything there that he might want he was there, he ate all of the tails off his mice and when we were little he would leap into the air to grab one of my balloon strings and bring it down to eat it, leaving me to come back to a balloon on the ceiling I couldn’t reach. He became so weak, he couldn’t keep his balance as he walked and could no longer get into a litter-box. Nobody will ever fill the hole in my heart where he once was. Nothing will ever be the same and I’m scared.

Every time the thought of death crossed my mind, I would hug him and know he would be devastated if I left him. I’m terrified because he won’t be there anymore. I could never love anything as much as I loved him and I can only hope that he knew that. What am I to do? I never wanted to see the day where he would be gone forever. But even more, I never wanted him to lose me. I’ll never forget what he did for me… I will miss him for the rest of my life…

Our God, King Ratonhnhake:ton, may he live forever…

This is a little something I wanted to do for a while. A few years ago, I found an amazing fic called “The Quill” by @mme-curie​. I think it was one of the first fics I had read when I first got into the fandom, and I loved it. Recently, I found the fic again, and I remembered how happy I got whenever the author published a new chapter. I just couldn’t stop it and drew this.

Hope you like it!

GO BLOCK @xxloopsyluluxx

please go block @xxloopsyluluxx for purposefully triggering me!!!!!!! they have just remade in an attempt to hide their shipping, too bad i have screenshots :’)

i originally spoke to this person kindly. they asked a simple question on my nsfw blog and then i went to check their blog to see if i would be interested in following them to find blmatsu. I kindly informed them of the fact that blmatsu makes me uncomfortable and asked them to unfollow my nsfw blog. I have since blocked them, so I don’t have the beginning of the conversation, but I do have enough proof without it. 

I nearly had a breakdown because of this person, so please, just hear me out.

I told this person I am very uncomfortable around incest. In response, they immediately made a vague-post about me, WHILST STILL TALKING TO ME. The post showed up on my feed and I told them it was impolite to make vague posts about people - if you’re going to denounce someone, at least do it to their face. They then told me I should ship it anyway if I like “osomatsu-san porn” (since apparently anyone who likes porn should like incest). This ensued.

A more personal story under the cut, and why this action affected me so badly to the point of tears. Trigger warnings: vomiting, cutting, suicidal thoughts, isolation, emotional abuse. I highly suggest you read it.

Firstly, though, you might go to her new page and say “but there’s no proof of BLmatsu shipping!” Well, in order to keep up on my blocklist, I send myself proof of the shipping in a private group chat in which I am the only member on Skype. Skype now shows the images in a post, and the first bit of text. Despite them having deleted the posts, I still have the beginning of the posts and the previews of the posts.

So, please. Go block this person who purposefully triggers people.

(also, from posts on her old account about how her mother would not like her reblogging sexual posts and her censoring words like hell, i’m pretty sure she’s like, 11. so i’m not sure why she messaged my nsfw-matsu blog asking if i had nsfw audio anyway.)

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tagged by: @04669km

(answer this and tag 20 people basically)

the last:

1. drink: coca cola
2. phone call: mum
3. text message: i said thanks to a friend 
4. song you’ve listened to: dont remember 
5. time you cried:  a few hours ago 
6. dated someone twice: -
7. kissed someone and regretted it: lmao when i was like 12 
8. been cheated on: -
9. lost someone special: no
10. been depressed: idk ive been very down since summer started 
11. gotten drunk and thrown up: never

list three favourite colours:

violet, maroon and navy blue 

in the last year, have you:

15. made new friends: yes
16. fallen out of love: never been in love 
17. laughed until you cried: i guess
18. found out someone was talking about you: LMAO YES 
19. met someone who changed you: no 
20. found out who your friends are: no
21. kissed someone on your Facebook list: - 


22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life? i dont have fb
23. Do you have any pets? no :( 
24. Do you want to change your name? no
25. What did you do for your last birthday? we went to dinsneyland paris for a few days :’) 
26. What time did you wake up? around 7;30
27. What were you doing at midnight last night? i redownloaded mystic messenger 
28. name something you can’t wait for: being comfortable with how i look 
29. When was the last time you saw your mom? im seeing her rn 
30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life? my height 
31. What are you listening to right now? my brother being annoying 
32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom? i’ve talked to a thom 
33. something that is getting on your nerves: my brother 
34. most visited website: tumblr
35* -
36* -
37* -
38. hair colour: black 
39: long or short hair: medium but like pretty long when i straighten it 
40. Do you have a crush on someone? no 
41. What do you like about yourself? i care a lot abt others i lov making ppl feel comfortable and loved 
42. piercings: only my ears does that count idk
43. blood type: idk
44. nickname: annie lmao 
45. relationship status: lonley 
46. zodiac: gemini 
47. pronouns: she/her
48. favourite tv show: dont @ me but teen wolf 
49: tattoos: -
50. right or left handed: right 
51. had surgery: yea 
52. piercing: isnt this the same question as 42
53. sport: i’ve done ballet for 10 and horse riding for some time too 
54* -
55. vacation: oeee i really wanna go to italy, dubai and japan 
56. pair of trainers: nikes

more general:

57. eating: nothing
58. drinking: water
59. about to: hit that die 
60* -
61. waiting for: my will to live 
62. want: a will to live 
63. get married: yea
64. career: something with music pls

which is better?

65. hugs or kisses: hugs
66. lips or eyes: both
67. shorter or taller: taller but like im 150cm so everyone’s taller (lov u jimin) 
68. older or younger: ?
69* -
70. nice arms or nice stomach: stomach 
71. sensitive or loud: loud there can only be one sensitive bitch here (me) 
72. hook up or relationship: relationship
73. troublemaker or hesitant: hesitant

have you ever:

74. kissed a stranger: no
75. drank hard liquor: no 
76. lost glasses/contact lenses: don’t need them
77. turned someone down: yes
78. sex on the first date: -
79. broken someone’s heart: i guess 
80. had your heart broken: no
81. been arrested: no
82. cried when someone died: yes
83. fallen for a friend: nope 

do you believe in:

84. yourself: sometimes 
85. miracles: yes 
86. love at first sight: hmm no 
87. santa claus: no
88. kiss on the first date: ??
89. angels: yea 


90. current best friend’s name: -
91. eye colour: dark brown
92. favourite movie: not much of a movie person

idk if i know 20 ppl but i tag: @iloveleejihoon @1ov  @lovingu  @kimmingyu @gfriendist @royaljunior @1una @bpgfs @4soju @10jimin @4jimin @badtrait @2mix @balladver @war @a1yu @fourminute @heijze @jeil @kangseulgis

holysacrilegious  asked:

How did you get into khr

gosh okay so back in like 2009-2010 my best friend in highschool was like “so i started watching this anime it’s p good” so i started watching it with them and just.. from then on man.. i was up to date with that shit i would come to school and cry every time squalo died and i was up to date with the manga when the anime finished it was p much the only thing i even remember from that point in my life.. 
and then a few months ago i found some old cd’s and there were the khr dvds my friend had given me as a gift and i started rewatching it again and here we are now

kristallioness  asked:

Hi! I'm Kristal. I was just going through my drafts when I found a note to myself that I need to send you a nice message. Maybe I've already done this, but I just wanted to say that I really love your art, especially the ones where Korra (or anything Avatar-related) is featured! I've seen so many of it (on here and DeviantArt) and it's absolutely amazing! I remember going through your album on DeviantArt a few years ago, feeling so stunned to see such beautiful pictures.. ^_^