i still own a physical copy of this

Look, I know it’s hard not to be disappointed and I think just let people be disappointed, it’s their own money they spent. But being disappointed is not the same as being mad at bangtan themselves for it. So I hope no one is actually mad at bangtan, coz that’s just unreasonable. Also for some fans, especially those who haven’t had a chance to buy WINGS, then buying this new album is a great opportunity to finally own all the songs plus the new ones. I just hope we don’t regret buying the physical copy since it really does help bangtan a lot. Not just for this comeback but for award shows as well~

BUT IN THE END I hope all these doesn’t take away from the fact that it’s still a comeback and we have 4 new songs to look forward to. And that Bangtan worked hard for this and has been working non-stop all these years. And what with a World Tour coming up too ;_; Also, they really literally can’t stop talking about the new songs so I really hope we still try our best to help them succeed with this album. ^_^ 

As always, thank you all so much for doing your best to support Bangtan in everything they do. ♥

Sharing Stage/2.5D Content

So there are some things I want to go over about sharing, reposting, and general distribution of content.  And while I’m going to talk specifically about Engeki Haikyuu, some of the more general stuff can be applied to most Japanese stage plays, musicals, and general theater.  

I wanted to make this post because I’m seeing a lot of frustration in fandom from both content providers and fans and followers butting heads on this issue.  First off, we have to acknowledge that there is an undeniable precedent that’s existed in fandom that makes fans feel entitled to all the content all the time, for free.  And there is knowledge of the industry that content providers have that I think we’re not communicating frequently enough to help fans understand our positions on these issues.

It’s lengthy, but please take some time to look under the Read More and read about this issue.  

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As promised, here is a story from Bucharest! Hopefully it makes sense, and fits in with the story. Not only do I have to insert the Reader character into the scene, but I also had to adjust for the fact that Bucky has been living with the Avengers for years. I still think that Zemo’s plan will work in my version of the story.

If you have any feedback, please feel free to message me. I hope that you enjoy this story, which will lead into the bulk of the Civil War events!



You lazed in the bathtub, your favourite book in hand. Despite owning the eReader that Tony had given you, you always had a physical copy of your favourite. It was like a security blanket. And you really needed that right now.

You weren’t sure how many times you had read this book over the past week and a half. It was one of the only things that almost made you forget how far away from your loved ones you were. At least you had Bucky.

Bucky had gone out an hour before, in order to do some food shopping. You didn’t know a lick of Romanian (though you were hoping that one day Bucky might teach you), and you had been feeling so drained that Bucky insisted you stay home (home…) and try to rest. You had agreed, and had been in the tub since then.

You were starting to think about getting out and drying off when you heard a strange creak in the next room. It wasn’t Bucky. You had a hard time sensing who it was. Your emotions had been so strained, and your powers a little off in all of the stress. You would have to rely on your five senses to figure out who it was.

You slowly raised yourself out of the bath, hoping not to make too much of a splash, and wrapped your towel around yourself, tucking it at the side so it held itself up. Next you took up the kitchen knife that you had placed on the sink. Gently turning the doorknob, you opened the bathroom door as quietly as you could, and peered out into the room. A man stood by the fridge, tall and blonde. You would know that figure anywhere.

“Steve!” you cried out excitedly. You put the knife on the cramped table, and ran to him as he turned around, wrapping your arms around him. He pulled you closer and hugged you tightly, not caring that you were making his clothing wet.

“It’s so good to see you (Y/N),” Steve said. “I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too,” you replied. Now that you were in contact with Steve, his energy filled your heart, and you felt how concerned… no, scared… he was. “What’s going on?”

“Where’s Bucky?” he asked urgently, finally pulling away.

“I’m not sure. He went shopping, but I don’t know where,” you answered. “What’s going on?”

“Something happened at the UN.”

“Oh my god, is Nat ok?”

“She’s fine,” Steve replied. He was glad of that at least. “But there were a lot of injuries. The King of Wakanda was killed.”

You were shocked, and confused. “Why are you here Steve? Can we go home?”

“Get dressed, and I’ll explain.”

You nodded. “Could you… turn around? The bathroom is tiny, so I get dressed out here.”

“Of course,” Steve smiled awkwardly, turning back to the fridge. As he busied himself flicking through some of the restaurant menus and studying the candy bars Bucky had stashed on top of the fridge, you dropped your towel and got dressed as quickly as you could. You knew he wouldn’t turn until you told him it was ok.

You had just put your shirt on when you felt Bucky’s presence. Despite your powers malfunctioning recently, you could always sense him. And he was worried. Again, scared would be an appropriate word.

“I’m done,” you told Steve absent mindedly, and opened the front door, seeing Bucky on the other side, pulling keys from his pocket. His hood was up, and he had much less shopping than you were expecting. What is going on?

“Get inside quickly (Y/N),” Bucky said urgently, and you obliged. He followed you in, closing and locking the door behind him.

When he saw Steve, he smiled, but you knew he wasn’t happy.

“It wasn’t me Steve,” he said, putting the small amount of shopping he had done on the table.

“I know Buck,” Steve replied. You looked between the two of them, still in the dark. The mounting sense of fear in the room though was telling you that whatever they were talking about was serious.

“Wait…” you said quietly. “The UN was attacked…”

“A bomb was set off outside the building,” Bucky filled you in.

“And the man who did it looked an awful lot like Bucky,” Steve continued.


Bucky riffled through the shopping bag and pulled out a newspaper, holding it out to you. You couldn’t read much, but you saw the words James Buchanan Barnes and UN. There was a photo of someone who looked a great deal like your husband on the front, walking suspiciously past a white van. The date was from the day before.

“This isn’t you… the eyes are wrong…” you muttered quietly. “It’s obvious.”

“To you maybe,” he replied. “But most people don’t know my eyes that well. Even I was thrown by it. I thought they used an old photo of me at first.”

There was silence, until you finally asked, “Is trouble coming?”

Steve tensed more than he already was. “Yes. Sharon Carter told me. They’re coming for Bucky, and they know you’ve been staying here.”

“How?” you asked, surprised.

“I don’t know. But they do. Hopefully I got here soon enough. Pack what you need, we have to get out of here now.”

You got to work immediately. You could part with most of the possessions that you had brought with you. You placed your book and eReader into a small bag, and Bucky put in the journal that he had recently started keeping.

Steve lifted his shield from next to the fridge. You hadn’t even seen it there, so distracted by the sudden appearance of your best friend. “We don’t have any weapons Steve,” you reminded him.

“I know. Sam has them in the Quinjet,” he replied.

“Wasn’t it risky to fly that here?” Bucky asked, rushing around the apartment to make sure all of the essentials were packed.

“They already knew you were here, and I needed to get here first.”

“What’s Tony’s take on all of this?” you asked, swinging your bag over your shoulder.

“I don’t really know. We haven’t talked since it happened. But it’s too dangerous to go to him. He signed the Accords, and they are now in effect. He’s legally bound to uphold them. UN attack aside, Bucky is wanted for question relating to his Hydra days. And (Y/N)…” Steve faltered.

“I’m going to be imprisoned, until I can control the powers I have never been able to properly control…” you replied glumly.

Bucky put a hand on your shoulder and squeezed it comfortingly. “Alright, let’s get to the Quinje-” Steve stopped suddenly, and placed his finger against his ear. “Damn, I thought we had more time.”

“What’s happening?” Bucky asked. The fear in the room swelled.

“They’re surrounding the building.”

You heard a distant thump. “They’ve breached it,” Steve muttered. “Out the window I guess…”

You all moved to the window that Steve must have entered through, looking out. There weren’t many escape options for you. “I think you’re forgetting that I’m not 100% Super Soldier. There is no way I can make it over to that roof, or climb down the building.”

“Sam,” Steve spoke, earpiece clearly in place. “We need you to pick (Y/N) up, now.”

You looked out the window again with apprehension, waiting for Sam to arrive, when you heard a bang at the front door. It wasn’t a knock. “They’re breaking down the door!” you exclaimed.

“Sam!” Steve shouted. But there was no more time to wait, as your door collapsed inward. Too many police officers to count were outside ready to take you into custody. They were well armed, while you and Bucky had nothing but your fists. Bucky could use his arm if necessary, but what the hell were you supposed to do?

“What do we do?” you asked nervously.

“We hold them off til Sam gets here,” Steve replied, shield at the ready.

“Come on Sam,” you whispered, watching the officers apprehensively approaching you. You shifted into a defensive stance, and tried to keep your fear in check.


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anonymous asked:

So for your mafia AU you said you wanted to make a physical copy, would it include the nsfw stuff or would you make separate versions? I'd totally be interested in owning a physical copy when you have it available!

It would! :D
would include all the stuffs, plus some bonus stuff I think %w%

thisbirdhadflown  asked:

Can you do a friend fic for 31? Roxy and Eggsy.

31. “You lied to me.” 

Send me a pairing and a number and I’ll write a drabble!

Roxy is in the kitchen, discussing the latest biometrics development proposed at the last round table with Ector, when the door actually slams open, causing both her and Ector to startle. And Eggsy is standing in the threshold of the door, looking viciously determined, his cheeks flushed, presumably having run the length of the mansion to get here.

Ector raises his eyebrows in concern and Roxy gives him a bewildered, questioning look, which he seems to ignore.

Instead, he points an accusing finger at Roxy, crying out, “Roxanne Morton!” before stalking the length of the room and coming to stand before her, where she was sitting, drinking a cup of tea.

Ector quietly rises from his seat, nodding his goodbye at Roxy and slipping from the room. Eggsy has the decency to wait until the door shuts before he tosses a folder on the table and crosses his arms across his chest.

“You lied to me.”


Eggsy gestures to the folder he had thrown down before her. Tentatively, she reaches out for it, flipping the corner up with her thumb and letting it fall back down, her blood running cold.

“Eggsy, you didn’t,” she says in a small voice.

“Oh, I sure did.” And there’s only one way to describe Eggsy’s grin: absolutely shit-eating pleased and completely self-satisfied. “Trying to tell me you never even knew their names. Oh, you’re good, Rox, but you ain’t that good.”

“It was a phase! A short, tragic, terribly misguided phase,” Roxy says defensively before leaning forward to hiss, “And I would thank you not to go blabbing your mouth to everyone about it.”

Somehow, Eggsy’s smile becomes more confident, more devilish; this is not boding well for her. “Well, what’s in it for me?”

Roxy narrows her eyes at him. “Are you–blackmailing me?”

Eggsy gasps with obvious exaggeration, slapping a hand to his chest. Fantastic; he is picking up unnecessary dramatics from Harry again. “Are you accusing me of extortion? Rox, that’s slander.”

“Hardly. You used the Kingsman servers to go digging for personal secrets,” Roxy reminds him.

“Ain’t the worst I’ve done with it,” Eggsy says in a huff, waving his hand dismissively. “You’re just trying to deflect.”

Roxy sighs, running her hands over her hair, tugging nervously at her pony tail. No one was ever supposed to know. Her mum wasn’t even allowed to mention it.

“Some friend you are.”

Eggsy shrugs a shoulder. “I’m your best mate and you love me and you know it.”


“Payback, dear Rox. Sweet, sweet payback.”

Roxy can’t help but let a faint smile tug at her lips; she was still rather proud of her own clever application of the ubiquitous whoopee cushion. Crude? Yes. Childish? Absolutely. Though she had to admit that the jar of glitter she dumped in it before hand was rather inspired. Maybe doing it at a round table meeting was not the wisest but they were all prone to making mistakes, at one time or another. To err is human, is it not?

“Only physical copy, this one,” Eggsy says, pointing at the folder. “Sure I can suck up to Merlin to have him erase any trace of it from the Internet. If you’re willing to pay.”

“And the price?”

Eggsy considers this for a moment before answering, “You fill out my requisition forms for the next month.”

“Steep price,” Roxy comments. “I could just teach you how to do it so Morgana doesn’t have to get after you each time.”

“Ah-ah!” Eggsy wags a finger at her and she has a distant desire to bend it back. “Not what I proposed.”

Roxy spends a minute chewing her bottom lip, eyeing up the folder as if was going to fly open on its own accord and hurl its contents around the entire mansion, before sighing in defeat. “Oh, alright.”

Eggsy claps his hands together. “Good working with you, love, as always.”

“You are incorrigible,” Roxy mutters, though the bitterness she employs has no heart. When Eggsy leans down to peck a kiss against her cheek, she playfully slaps his chest with the back of her hand, bringing on a slight, muffled oof. “You do realize this means I’m coming for you.”

“Oh, I’m counting on it,” Eggsy says with a wink. “Drinks still, then? Tonight?”

“As usual,” Roxy says.

Eggsy blows her a kiss, which she rolls her eyes at, laughing despite herself as he saunters from the room. She waits a moment longer, fingers drumming anxiously at the table, before snatching up the folder and throwing it open. Staring up at her is own her twenty-year old visage, sweaty-faced and grinning uncontrollably, delight evident even years later, arms wrapped around the waists of Liam Payne and Harry Styles, when she had managed to meet them backstage at the X Factor Live tour. She had been telling the truth: it was a phase. She thought she had deleted all the photos that had been posted, even deleting her fan page on Facebook, but like it’s always been said: nothing truly ever leaves the Internet. She can’t believe Eggsy found the one picture, probably from some defunct fan site that never even had her name tagged under the picture. She had braces, for God’s sake. No one should recognize her.

Roxy can’t help but smile, though. Once she burns this cursed image, the game is on.


Hello there! ( ´ ▽ ` )ノ

I’m back home! How are you?? I hope you all had a lovely weekend! <3 As I’ve already written in my last post, I spent these days far from home (and from books&notes) and boy, did I need that. My boyfriend and I went to one of his friend’s house and we had lots of fun!! :) Also, we both needed some fresh air XD

yay :D


creepy cibia is creepy

I don’t know about you, but I’m not really used to this kind of portion (and the picture doesn’t do it justice!) XD I failed miserably, ahah (no doubt from the beginning – thank god you can ask for a doggy bag), but it was very good!

Then we went to an American-diner-inspired-restaurant/bar and I was so happy because I’ve never had the chance to try anything like that so far! The maximum we got here is a pizzeria with a pirate ship inside, but the food kinda sucks (oops). And my boyfriend basically stayed in the bathroom the whole time because everytime you go in there the Happy Days theme song starts playing lol. Anyway, they said they make the best milkshakes in the whole Veneto region and so I had to try one :’) (despite the fact that I was full because of the (half???)burger I had at the Canadian’s place)

no cibia don’t do that it’s creepy stop smiling and hide yourself somewhere in the darkness

What else can I say…nothing cibia, we don’t care, well, we tried the Resident Evil 7 demo on Playstation VR and my boyfriend got so scared that he fucking hit me XD it was an accident, but still- ahahah XD and then we played Mansions of Madness and holy crap that game is awesome. I mean, I’ve never been a very big fan of board games (I usually don’t have enough time to play them – and friends to play with *cough*) but this one completely (and positively) floored me! Actually, I may just download the app and explore all of the scenarios even if I don’t own the physical copy of the game lol I’m such a sucker for creepy things, ah (´∇ノ`*)ノ

Long story short, I had fun and I’m a bit sad that it’s already over ;; especially because I’m back to studying mode now (still three exams to do…wtf such a bore I WANT TO DRAW MY BABIES ARGH) -_- oh well…oh, anyway, I got 30/30 in my English exam and I’m so happy! :) At least one 30 ahah cibia you lazy thing …mhn…Are you still reading this? Wow! Thank you for your attention! :D Have a nice day! <3

Chapter 14: Taking the Leap

Fic Summary: “Everyone had a link with their soulmates, some could hear some of their partners thoughts, some had a tattoo that would appear with their partners name; for me, I knew when they got sick.” For a while Phil has thought that his soulmate might have an eating disorder and doesn’t expect to meet him in the restaurant where he works.

Genre: a lot of fluff, recovery, really fucking domestic, waiter!Phil

Warnings: eating disorders, anorexia, bulimia, hospitals, panic attacks, references to past abuse, mentions of suicide, a lot of awkwardness, small amounts of smut. This is potentially triggering so for your own sake, please think twice about reading if anything this might affect you.

Disclaimer: I don’t have personal experience with eating disorders, but have done some research. If I have anything about them wrong, feel free to send me an ask and I’ll sort it out.

Word Count (for this part): 5.4k

[Uploads will be approximately every couple of weeks! (hopefully)]

A/N: I feel like this chapter’s a little bit of a mess, but if you like fluffy sickfic/panick attack stuff, then this is for you. Alsom, nominations for phanfic awards are still open, so if you think this or any of my other fics are good enough, feel free to nominate it.


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Dan’s POV:

The day started off more or less normally, but I knew from the beginning that it wasn’t going to stay that way. In result of yesterday’s trip to the doctor and chemist, I’d decided that I wanted to be back on my old medication as soon as possible, and Phil supported me in my decision that today was going to be the day I took the leap and abandoned my previous pills, to let the chemicals clear out of my system. It was scary to think about, that I could be experiencing higher levels of anxiety throughout the day. I was already feeling a little anxious thinking about that.

I knew Phil would do his best to help me through it, but there are so many things that can trigger me when I’m feeling down, even when I’m on medicine that actually works. I hoped I’d make it through the day without having a panic attack, but to be honest, that wasn’t likely, given my state of mind over the last few days.

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Breath of Fire IV

Have the biggest urge to play through Capcom’s PS1 JRPG ‘Breath of Fire IV’ again.

I still can’t believe physical copies of the PS1 game are going for over 200$ USD, good grief. I could never sell my own copy, it’s too precious and filled with childhood memories! ;-; Wish it would come to Steam..

anonymous asked:

I love the fact that those ages are freaking canon but they still try to defend pedophilia, ah our fandom is disgusting. I feel so ashamed to be a part if it, it's so gross it makes me want to leave the show all together, just, uhg



Just fucking stop.

The ages you are referring to, anon, are not canon. The only canon ages that we have are five teenagers

If you still want to argue, I advise you to get your own copies of the Lion Forge comics, where it states, on the front inside flap of each issue:

Five unsuspecting teenagers, transported from Earth into the middle of a sprawling intergalactic war, become pilots for five robotic lions in the battle to protect the universe from evil. Only through the true power of teamwork can they unite to form the mighty warrior known as Voltron.

Huh, look at that.

Five unsuspecting teenagers.

Now, if you’re still doubting, direct your attention to the physical copies I own, volumes 1-3, in order:

And if you can’t accept that this is a fact, and that this is the only canon fact we have, then kindly leave my blog and never come back.

Absolutely nothing I have stated has ever been in defense of pedophilia. Everything is based solidly in the official summaries, of which I have three copies in my hands at this very moment. 

Check yourself before you wreck yourself.

And in the end, if you can’t realize that in the end we’re talking about fictional characters and fictional relationships, and are insulting and attacking others because of them when we have REAL PROBLEMS in the world like, say, Donald Trump, then by all means, leave the fandom. It’s only half as toxic as it is because of people like you, choosing to ignore that the only 100% solid fact we have is staring you in the face.

Five teenagers.

  • Do you suffer from the Enormous TBR Pile Syndrome?
  • Do you tend to buy new books and leave them unread for months?
  • Do you often read new releases instead of some older books from your shelf?

If your answer to those question is YES, TBR Days might be a thing for you!

What is it about?

The main purpose is to give the books from the bottom of our TBR piles a go.

How do I participate?

During the first 5 days of each month pick up a book (or a few books) you wanted to read for a while, but still haven’t done it. (It doesn’t have to be a book you own, or a physical copy.) You can post pictures, updates, reviews etc. using #tbrdays tag.

Let’s read those neglected books together!

(I noticed some people writing they keep forgetting about this, so if you need a reminder each month, just let me know :) )

For those who may not know, earlier this year I got the chance to work on illustrating a children’s book for an author back in June!  It was my first experience as a freelance artist and I am glad I got the opportunity!

Just today, my physical copy of the book arrived in the mail!  It’s still so surreal to see my work published into an actual book, and I have Mr. Gary Adolph to thank for the amazing chance to work freelance for the first time!

If any of you are interested in purchasing your own copy, it’s for sale on Amazon here:

I always imagined this day would come, but never quite so soon.

We’ve all thought about it. But in an abstract, far-off way, as though fifteen years down the road when I’d practically forgotten him I’d pick up a newspaper and see it, perhaps pausing for a few seconds to feel a pang of sadness and then carry on with my day.

Not right now.

Not as I look around my dreary dorm room and see his face again, and again, and again, in posters and books and CDs that I’ve placed to make it feel like home.

It’s not a personal tragedy. I can function at almost full capacity despite being quite shaken by it. Sure, I was a little less productive today than I’d hoped for, and I started crying a few times in the library, but I’m not a sobbing ball on the floor.

But I do hurt inside.

It’s a low-level deep ache. I feel it every time I go back to that facebook post and it just feels so strange, so impossible. He…He just came back again! He was supposed to be healthy!

David Bowie is dead. That feels so wrong to type.

But, of course, we knew something was up. Not such a fast-approaching death but something a little off. Deep down. We didn’t admit it to ourselves, but he looked a bit too thin in “Blackstar”, and when he showed up to Lazarus. Compare that to, say, the video for “Valentine’s Day”… Men of his age don’t lose weight like that for no reason.

It’s going to be different now. The way I hear his songs will be different, and won’t bring me quite the same joy as they used to. I’m glad I got the chance to appreciate them while he was still alive even though now, in hindsight, most of my Bowie journey took place when he knew he was going to die. I haven’t even been a fan for two years, so I can’t imagine how his life-long fans are feeling. I’m so sorry.

I listened to Bowie to escape and look past painful things happening in my life, especially mid-2014. I listened to him to make myself feel happy on a boring or sad day. Because this was how I needed him, Blackstar hurts too much. I love it and appreciate it so much, but I have to stay away. I hope someday I can come back to it, but I suspect if such a day exists, it won’t be for a very long time. I’ll still buy the physical copy (I already own an iTunes one), but I’ll probably leave it in the shrink wrap.

I’ve only heard it a few times. I was away this past weekend and never sat down to get the full experience, only cramming in half-asleep listening sessions at 1 in the morning in bed before closing my eyes. This was how I experienced the album, and I’m upset it had to be that way. I didn’t make time for it, in those precious three days of unmarred happy new music. I’ll never ever get that chance again. I half-assed it.

I didn’t listen to any music today, as it didn’t seem right. The only things I heard were snippets of “Lazarus” played on TV alongside well-worn parts of “Space Oddity”, “Let’s Dance”, and the like. Those tributes that played out exactly as you’d expect, offering up a lot of the same plastic appreciation.

I can’t get that image out of my head. Bowie-the-cancer-patient pretending to be…well, Bowie-the-cancer-patient.

The final mask was transparent, and none of us saw through it.

I have a horrible medley of “Blackstar”, “Lazarus”, and “Dollar Days” running through my head. It’s been there all day and I can’t stop it. I didn’t realize I was capable of such crisp and clear ear-worming. It’s driving me crazy.

At the centre of it all…. I’m dying to… push their backs against the grain, I’ve got scars that can’t be seen.”

I hate that we didn’t clue in to any of this. It’s so fucking obvious now, isn’t it? He literally spelled it out for us.

When I first heard “Lazarus”, I’d misheard the lyrics. I thought the refrain of “Hey, that’s just like me!” was “Hey, they’re just like me!” because I’d perceived the song to be from the perspective of Lazarus’s Thomas Newton. I pictured a man falling to earth, not a man rising from it. I’d gotten it all backwards. And when I realized the actual lyric I was disappointed because I felt like mine meant more, that mine was more touching–an alien relating to those he was approaching.

But no, his means more. Of course it did.

I hate it. I hate that he’s gone, I hate seeing him everywhere–why couldn’t we have had this fun talking about him when he was alive? I was always up for that–I hate my internal pettiness when I see casual fans talking about it (You never gave a shit past Ziggy!)

I hate that he’s leaving his family behind, I hate that Lexi is only fifteen and without a dad, I hate that Bowie never got to be a grandfather, I hate that he never got to get old, I hate that he never spoke to us again, and I hate that I hate that last part.

I hate that we never got back the happy Bowie of the Outside - Reality years. I hate that I still see recent Bowie as a different person because I still can’t comprehend that this Bowie is the same as the one laughing and joking with Gail Ann Dorsey backstage.

I hate that he’s dead. And there’s so much symbolism everywhere you look. Of course he got to end it dramatically, it’s David Bowie.

I can’t believe he’s gone.


The highly anticipated “Moments” zine arrived today!

Apparently I was the first person to order, so I got a bonus sketch from @kittlekrattle (haahahomf……g???) It’s been in my possession for a little over seven hours and I still haven’t gotten over it. I work in a bookstore and in the age of digital I have a Thing for wanting to own physical copies of stuff I enjoy, so when it comes to commissions I always try to get physical copies if I can. I never in a million years thought I’d own a physical piece of Kami’s art.

Thank you SO MUCH to Kami and all the amazing artists who put this together. I was so psyched for this zine and it went above and beyond all expectations. The Haikyuu fandom is one of the nicest communities I’ve been a part of in a long time. The talent here is insane and I’m so thankful to be here to experience it.

On Self-Love

I’ve been meaning to write about this for a while, but my thoughts and feelings are basically always changing and I never really had the time and thought together to really figure out what I wanted to say. This isn’t my  most organized post but I’ve wanted to get it out there for a while. I’m putting it under a readmore due to length, but please reblog it if you feel so moved.

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We are almost to the ten year anniversary of My Immortal. If I remember correctly the original publish date was in June.

Next year will mark the ten year anniversary of the hacking incident as well.

Time sure flies by, it’s hard to believe Tara is an adult now. I wonder if she’s still Gothic as all hell…

I would love to own a physical copy of this book and put it next to my other HP books.

20 years of HP and ten of its infamous bad fanfic. I feel so damn old and I’m still in my early 20s….