jalapeno--business asked:

So whenever I read trc, I'm always overwhelmed by this almost pathological desire to experience the same feelings of wonder and beauty and magic that you describe in the series. Yes, I understand that there is no sentient, magical forest to discover, and no sleeping king that I can search for, but I still have this urge to have similar feelings and experiences in my life. So how do you experience a similar kind of magic and wonder that you describe in your books, in everyday life?

Dear jalapeno–business,

Are you listening closely?

As an author, I travel a lot. At one point, I was on the road one day out of every three — planes, hotels, rental cars. There’s a rhythm to it, like running up a very long flight of stairs. You figure out how many stairs you can take in a jump, and how to breathe-in-breathe-out to keep from wasting your lungs, and you learn how to tell when you have to stop to rest your knees or you just won’t make it to the top. 

The airports and the planes and the people can all start to seem the same after awhile, if you’re looking at them wrong. If you let them. Anything in life can sound ordinary if that’s all you’re listening for.

Back in 2014, I was in a Texas airport. The night had that glittering senseless jitter to it that happens when you’re tired but going home, finally going home. I was early for my flight and sitting several gates away from my real gate, listening to music. A young man sat down two seats away. Ordinarily, tired and occupied with the peculiar every-day magic of the music in my headphones, I wouldn’t have noticed him, but a moment later, a phone rang. He asked if it was mine; it wasn’t. Someone had forgotten it on the seat between us. 

We both looked at it.

It rang again for someone who didn’t know to pick up, and then he took it away to one of the United desks for them to give it to someone who would listen. He didn’t return.

Two hours later, I went to my real gate to board. Full flight. Everyone was checking and double-checking their seat assignments as they defended their right to aisles and windows. When my seatmate settled himself next to me, I looked up, and it was the guy from the waiting area. He had a tilt to his chin that telegraphed that he thought he was hot shit and a grin that said he recognized me. 



We laughed ruefully and applied our headphones — we both knew the routine of polite air travel. But the agreeable tingle of the coincidence still ate at me, and I could tell it ate at him, too, because after a few moments, he offered me a truffle from his bag. I told him I couldn’t take it because of my allergies, but the headphones came off. We started to talk.

And he was a big talker. He was cocky. A surgical resident. He told me how he loved the hell out of taking internal organs out of people. He described how he listened to sixty-minute epic soundtracks in his ear buds while he removed appendixes and gallbladders, kidneys and stones. He told me of watching Dateline by himself at the end of seventy and eighty hour work weeks, and he told me about his Hyundai, which I made fun of. Confidentially, he whispered to me about a surgeon he knew who had the goal of removing every gallbladder in Texas. Two hours into the flight, the conversation tilted toward spirituality. He’s hot shit, he confessed, and works hard, but he sometimes wonders if he’s allowed to want to be successful, or if that makes him a bad person. Because he’s working a lot of hours in a week, and he’s tired, but he’s pretty sure that he’s hot shit, but maybe that’s not allowed.

I was watching him fumble his fingers over each other. He was scratching a hole in his own palm.

And all at once there was a phone in my head, and it was ringing just for me. 

“One of your parents has obsessive-compulsive disorder,” I told him. “Maybe both.”

The shimmering grin slipped. “How did you know? How could you know that?” 

I asked him if he was getting treatment for it.

He said, “No, no, I’m over it. How could you know that?”

Because in a foggy way, that phone was still ringing between us, and now, I recognized the number.

I said, “Don’t kill yourself.”

He replied, “No way,” and then he started to cry. 

The shit-eating grin had vanished. He told me how he’d made up his mind that he didn’t want to make it to 35. He’d researched all the ways to make sure he didn’t. Over the next hour, I told him about my OCD, and how I thought his uncertainty over wanting to be successful but also wanting to be humble was a function of his OCD’s spiritual obsession. That he wasn’t over OCD, that you never were, but that his agony didn’t have to be a real thing. He could be both humble and successful. It wasn’t against the rules of goodness to be proud of what you’d done, as long as you were doing things for the right reasons. I told him how once I bought a race car, but I’d given it away to someone who could use the money, because I realized I was only racing to look sexy in a car, and not because it was really making me happy. 

I told him he didn’t have to worry about looking sexy in a Hyundai, though, and he replied that he would look sexy in anything, and then he cried a little more. 

Everyone else in the plane was asleep, but we were wide awake.

When we got off the plane in Virginia, the surgical resident gave me an awkward side-hug, and he wiped his face. Then he dug in his bag for the wrapper from his truffle. As the other travelers shuffled past us sleepily, he pressed it into my hand. He didn’t want to give me his name, he said, but he wanted something for me to remember so that when we ran into each other again in 15 years, I’d know who he was.

After we’d parted ways, I turned my phone off airplane mode, and a text came in that had been sent while I was in the air. It was from the person I’d given the race car to. I hadn’t heard from him in nearly six months. The text said only: thank u maggie i have such a hppy life bc of u


You have to be listening closely. Phones are ringing all over the world, and sometimes they look like magical forests, and sometimes they look like race cars, and sometimes they look like surgical residents.




More movie still painting practice.

Again, I used the auto select tool a lot here and shaded over the patches. It’s an easy way to create texture for plants and rocks and makes colours and shapes contrast nicely, but I don’t like the flatness it gives to the characters. So I’m only going to partly use it or try to soften the contours in some way next time. Still, I just wanted to show you the effect. It’s really fun to play around with.

OKAY so, regarding ‘selfish, narcissistic’ Karamatsu

with the comment made by fujita that he’s only nice because he likes to see himself as being nice still going around and a lot of people taking this the wrong way or not knowing what to do with this information, fun fact- unless you were born with it (like me, probably), narcissism usually stems from extremely low self esteem which usually stems from mistreatment and once you become a narcissist, it tends to grow stronger and harder to break out of if said mistreatment continues, since it’s more of a defensive mechanism to help deal with being disliked and to mentally block it out and ignore it because it hurts too much to accept 

we’ve seen him be blatantly mistreated by his brothers so first of all there’s that but second of all, the whole ‘being kind because he wants to be seen as kind’ thing is how literally 90% of narcissists act because for one they tend not to understand how others feel and for two, their primary concern is being liked/likable out of a deeper rooted fear of rejection, further mistreatment, etc 

go back to the scene where he confides in oso about people calling him painful and notice how he doesn’t understand it, he doesn’t like it at all, and it very clearly bothers him- he tried to change himself right then and there and was extremely relieved when oso told him he didn’t HAVE to change for once

image is important to a narcissist but for most, it’s, again, because they want to be likeable and fear further rejection- for most, it goes deeper than just trying to be better than others or whatnot 

and on that note, notice that more than anyone, choromatsu and todomatsu are the ones who tend to put the others down for the sake of looking better- karamatsu hasn’t done this (yet, at least) so obviously he’s not that type of narcissist 

he genuinely WANTS to be nice but can only do so in the 'if I do this, people will like me more’ way because one, he probably doesn’t even understand true kindness since it’s rarely ever shown to him (even in kun, he tended to be the punching bag) and two, honestly, as a narcissist myself, I’ll tell you- it’s literally impossible to stop thinking about your image, it’s literally impossible to do a single thing without wondering how people will see you for it

even typing all of this, I feel I look pretty silly since I’m defending a fictional character but I don’t mind since this is all in good fun and I’m MOSTLY doing this because so many people have such an incorrect view of narcissism that I hope to fix a bit (not to mention, I was requested to give my opinion)

anyhow, as others have been saying, karamatsu’s no ANGEL, but so many people are taking this 'fake kindness’ thing the wrong way, thinking he has secret malicious intent or something- wanting to be kind to improve your image doesn’t make you ‘fake’ and in fact, he’s not even doing it for bragging rights or anything, he just wants positive attention and likely thinks someone will eventually believe 'he’s a nice guy, I like him and I’ll be nice in return' 

that’s basically THE ultimate goal for a narcissist because most NEED the attention, they NEED others to like them and want someone to notice them/approval so badly they’d do almost anything- and when this doesn’t happen, this is where the real narcissism kicks in and they’re able to tell themselves that everything is fine because THEY like themselves, they’re able to stay in their own little world where everyone really does admire them instead of just falling apart 

'that kind of narcissism’ is actually really sad

on top of that, karamatsu wasn’t like this in kun and it’s been canonly said that everything he does is deliberate and he never lets his guard down- so honestly it’s impossible for him to be kind just out of the goodness of his own heart because he’s too hyperaware of himself and of how everything he does affects how others see him 

knowing THIS, he still /chooses/ to be kind, he wants to be seen as 'that’ kind of guy and still manages to show genuine concern for others at times, even if at other times he overdoes it but sticks with it because he doesn’t want to further damage his image

with his brothers (and others, probably) always insulting him, it’s very likely that he even feels he HAS to try to mask his less than friendly side, he can’t afford to do anything wrong when they already call him shitty and haven’t stopped despite his best efforts to prove otherwise- he’s stuck and doesn’t understand why things aren’t changing but despite all of this, he still /tries/

so you have to wonder why he acts like that, where this narcissism even came from, and why it’s specifically a trait HE has out of all the others- narcissism is just so much more complex than most think

and again, this kind in particular is really sad- I’m quite sure he became a narcissist in the /first place/ as a direct result of how he’s treated

looking at esp kitty again, you can see the clear differences between how he and Ichimatsu, for example, are treated- since the brothers show more concern for him, Ichimatsu seems to be a bit more comfortable with his insecurities to the point where he doesn’t even bother hiding them, despite the fact that he has trouble expressing his emotions 

whereas the exact opposite is true for karamatsu and he’s developed narcissism likely as a direct result- he feels the need to hide his flaws to appear more likable and also probably so he himself doesn’t have to directly acknowledge them

it’s also been canonly said that karamatsu is a sensitive guy who tends to cry a lot/cry easily if he acknowledges his true emotions which is even more of a reason for him to use his narcissism as a front and something to hide behind

all of this being said, he may use being kind as a way to tell himself ‘I’m such a nice guy’ and boost his own ego but there’s no way he’s just faking all of his kinder actions with malicious intent 

also I want to point this out- fujita’s view of karamatsu is his own /personal opinion/, the actual writer of the show has said this about him:

so who really is karamatsu? ultimately that’s up to you to decide and hopefully more about him will be revealed in the future but for now it’s rather hard to say when he’s already perfected the art of hiding his true self and pretending to be someone else

Clary + Alec = A Lot of Feels

When we all talk about how great it is that the writers changed the scene when Clary tells Alec she knows he’s gay… We all talk about how we love that they changed Alec’s reaction, but like…?

I like that even when Alec is so indifferent to Clary, she still doesn’t react with hatred or anything. He says something negative and she’s like “why do you always look so miserable?” And then she tells him it’s okay that he’s gay and in love with Jace. She doesn’t react by poking fun at him or shoving it in his face. She genuinely cares as to why he’s making himself so lonely and closed off.

In the books Clary just calls him a dickhead and hangs his sexuality over his head like it means nothing. I like that show!Clary understands how hard it is for him to deal with this, and she can see how upset it really is making him.

The book scene of that made me mad because no person should ever fear their own feelings being used as a weapon over them. And Clary would NEVER do that to someone. It’s funny that though Alec resents Clary so much, she’s one of the only people who really understands his depression and anger.

anonymous asked:

When did you guys first kiss? You're so cute together!

AHHHH okay yeah this is a pretty gay story but it’s cute.

so for our first date I took her to the riverside on an afternoon but it was windy as fuck so we couldn’t actually go near the river, so we just ended up chilling with our beers in the parking lot which still has a nice view of the river and the city behind it. SO basically we were just leaning against my car drinking beer and at that point I was all ‘’holy fuck she is gorgeous it’s hard to look at her bye’’ so I kept sipping on my beer and looking away and she…………. kept staring…………. rly gayly at me……………… and so I was like ‘’WHY ARE YOU LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT don’t do that please’’ and she’s like ‘’lol why can’t I look at you’’ and I just turned to her and told her it just got me really flustered when people stared and also…….. that it was tempting me to kiss her because our faces were rly close and I have shitty self control…….. and she just went ‘’and why is that a bad thing that you want to kiss me?’’ and she did the whole Looking At Me In A Gay Tempting Way thing and the whole ‘’looking at each other’s lips and back at our eyes and then back at the lips’’ thing started and we just went for it and it was A++++++++++++++++++ would do it all over again 10000000000 times over.


I dragged my boyfriend to comic con last year on Valentine’s Day (you’d think a guy wouldn’t complain about that, I know, it’s just not his thing tho) and this year he gets to pick what we’re doing! And he picked going to London! He likes London a lot.

It’s just a one day trip but I still need to be able to afford the train tickets, so how about you go and treat yourself to something nice from my shop? ♥

I’m even offering 15% off! The code GOLDEN15 will give you a 15% discount on any purchase.

Thank you, come again!! :D

anonymous asked:

i think a lot of bernie's popularity is based in misogyny tbh like HRC has had a decades long smear campaign against her by sexists and i doubt that most americans have been able to avoid that and have probably absorbed some of it. like when you have "progressives" who are calling her a c*nt and attacking her looks and not her politics you need to think.

Ummm. . . Ok, Hilary gets treated with misogyny, obviously. She’s a woman, she lives in a patriarchy, it’s pretty obviously going to happen.

But basing Bernie’s popularity on that when he has clawed his way up through obscurity and STILL lots of people don’t even know his name.

Like, I heard about Bernie Sanders FIRST from smart, capable feminist women who weren’t going to cave to white feminism and mindlessly support Hils when a lot of her policy is, frankly, awful.

So, yes, she suffers from misogyny, of COURSE she does but let’s not pretend that women are flocking to Bernie for that reason, all these excuses are just really condescending at this point.

More on Jessica Jones and fat-shaming

Okay, so I’ve been giving this a lot of thought.

I have not finished Jessica Jones. I know, I know, it’s amazing, it’s ground-breaking, it’s all these things. I would like to finish it, I really would.

But I am still not over the sneak attack of fat-shaming it hit me with in the first episode.. Soon after it aired, I posted that what I had learned was that “in a show about women, for women, celebrating women, we still have to have a totally gratuitous fat-shaming comment in the first ten minutes.”

If you don’t remember the moment - and a lot of people I mention this to do not - early in the first episode, Jessica is spying on Luke and she’s looking into other apartments. She sees a heavy woman on a treadmill, exercising. The woman stops, then picks up a cheeseburger or something and takes a bite. Jessica makes some asshole comment about the woman going from the treadmill to the cheeseburger.

Now, I’m used to fatphobic microaggressions. Honestly, most of the time it doesn’t bother me. Fatcroft didn’t bother me. But this? This really bothered me, and it’s taken me awhile to figure out why.

It’s not that fat people are being mocked, here. It’s that what’s being mocked is the very idea that we might think we can change.

This woman is on a treadmill. She’s making an effort. I know that effort. A lot of us do. But then oops, she’s given up already and is back at the big greasy cheeseburger. How stupid of her to think she could ever escape that cheeseburger. How ridiculous that she might be free even of that stereotype, that fat people just sit around eating gallons of ice cream all the time. It’s laughable that she’d ever even try to exercise when we all know that fat people are lazy and incapable of self-care.

Even the ridiculousness of the entire set-up is revealing. In what universe do people (fat or otherwise) keep cheeseburgers next to the treadmill while they’re exercising?  Oh, that’s right, a universe in which fat people even entertain the delusion of being fit, or, you know, worthy of respect.

It would bother me less if she was mocking a fat person sitting on a couch eating that damn cheeseburger. Not that that’s great, of course, but you know, fat people do sometimes sit on couches and eat cheeseburgers (as do non-fat people, lest we forget). But no, she’s mocking a fat person trying to improve her health. You know, that thing that the thin world endlessly tells us we’re supposed to do. But of course she’s going to fail. She’s going to abandon that treadmill and return to the cheeseburger, because she is a fat person and we all know that they are hopeless, lazy gluttons and no matter how much they struggle, that is always what they will be

That is always what we will see them as. Even if they’re trying.

A Bobby In The Making (BOBBY)

Type: Fluff

Request: Hi ^^ how about a Bobby scenario where your 3 year old son gets jealous because you pay Bobby a lot of attention so he’s doing everything his father does (like walking around shirtless xD)

Summary: You took mommy and now I’m taking her back

“You know I missed you so much babe” Bobby whispered into your ear as you two stood in the kitchen away from your son, Hunter who was still sitting at the dinning table. “After Hunter goes to bed you and me” he tells you pressing a kiss onto your cheek before moving down to your neck. “Mommy!” Hunter yells from the table, Bobby sighs and pulling away “interrupted again” he says “I’m going to go get a shower I’ll be back” he tells you.

You went to see what Hunter was doing, Hunter was sitting there with a pout when you entered “aw what’s wrong buddy?” you asked him “daddy took you away from me” he pouted “aw no he didn’t how about we get you cleaned up, get you changed, and then we can watch your favorite movie” you say to him. His face lit up “ok” he says happily getting out of his seat. You cleaned his face and sent him on his way giving you time to put his dish in the sink and sit yourself down on the couch. 

Soon he came running out of his room and straight to the couch climbing beside you “what are we going to watch?” you asked him. “Avengers” he says point to the movie you had probably seen more times than you would like to say you have. But you smiled and hit play as he cuddled close to you.

Soon Bobby came out from your room just in sweatpants and practically threw himself onto the couch beside you. Instantly wrapping his arm around your shoulder tugging you towards him while Hunter pout from the feeling of you pulling away from him.

Hunter sent his father a glare that he didn’t catch but he soon got off of the couch rushing off to the hallway “Hunter you wanted to watch this movie!” you called out as you pulled away from Bobby “what happened?” Bobby asked “don’t worry about it” you told him. You and Bobby’s eyes ventured back to the tv.

“Mommy!” Hunter called out making you and Bobby turn to him. You smiled and Bobby laughed “whatcha doing there buddy?” Bobby asked looking at his son’s appearance. He was shirtless wearing his father’s over sized snapbacks “Hunter what are you wearing?” you asked him taking in his cuteness “what daddy wears” he tells you. 

“Well you look just like me Hunter” Bobby tells him smiling largely “come here bud” Bobby says patting the spot between him and you for him to come sit. Smiling Hunter rushed between the two of you “have I ever told you how much you and I look alike?” Bobby asks his son “mommy loves us then yeah?” he asks “even if mommy stopped loving me she would still love you more than anything” Bobby tells him poking the pudgy body of the little boy.  

still trying to realize that somebody has to be below you in order to bring you down. I gotta realize that I’m a lot higher up; it’s like a giraffe and a turtle. a turtle can’t tell me what’s going on up here. stay down there turtle

the-first-sinner asked:

What are your thoughts on fictionkin? Plantkin? Tumblr's abuse of "otherkin" as a term and destruction of any credibility whatsoever we could have ever had a kin?


All otherkin know that their identities seem bizarre to other people. Getting judgy about whether other ‘kin have more bizarre identities than our own… you can get wrapped up in it a lot, but it turns out not to be a real helpful thing to worry about. What matters more is whether folks are sincere about their identities, how much thought they’ve put into it, and whether they’re jerks. 

Folks carry on like it’s more legit to identify as a wolf therian than as a fictionkin. Wolves are most real, after all. But I’ve known painfully credulous wolf therians who are hard to be around, and I’ve known lovely fictionkin with beautiful philosophies. And outsiders would still think it’s plain silly to identify as a wolf or anything other than human.

Trust your own compass about who you look at as “these are my people,” and who you look at as “people who I don’t get at all, because their deal isn’t the same as mine.” Trust your own compass about what beliefs and opinions you hold or accept. 

As for how folks have started using “otherkin” to mean different things now… this is a semantics issue. I have several views on it, and I haven’t made up my mind which one I like best.

  • On the one hand, it’s useful if a word means only one thing, so people using it to mean something very different would do well to use a different word, to avoid confusion. We badly need very specific words for matters of identity that are difficult to describe and that there have never been words for before.
  • On the other hand, more words doesn’t necessarily mean less confusion. The therian community in particular made up more neologisms than it really needed, so it can be incomprehensible to outsiders, and that’s not a good thing.
  • On the other other hand, even in the 1990s, “otherkin” didn’t have just one meaning. Otherkin were frustrated that the word had too many different meanings, and included very different kinds of people. Some disliked the variety so much that they started calling themselves something else that was more specific, and refused to be called otherkin. 
  • On the other other other hand (I assure you I only have two in real life), many of the otherkin from the 1990s and 2000s have left the community. They don’t care whether the word is still used the same way as it was in their time. We have a new generation of otherkin who weren’t even born yet when the word was coined in 1990. Maybe it only makes sense that this generation puts their own unique spin on it. Part of having a living language is that the meanings of words change. Living words never fossilize, even if it would be tidier if they did.

It matters how people use the word “otherkin,” but I’m not sure what the best solution would be, and it’s not like I could enforce my opinion even if I did. 

In short: All kin identify bizarrely. It’s all bizarre to outsiders. Form your own opinions. Words need to work well, but are more often wiggly and confusing.


Snips from my Patreon sketchbook! Getting rid of some distractions and focusing on fanart and comms for a little while for mental health reasons!! ><)/ Thank you all for understanding!! 


On the occasion of the 2000th follower, I’m reusing the animation I did for my 50th follower. (Besides, I put a lot of work into this animation and I’m still proud of it, even if it’s not perfect. U3U)

Oh, I’m preparing a little gift for you, too. Nothing big or special, but I think you may like it. :-D

Thank you very much for following me! I appreciate it!

Track 5
  • Track 5
  • 鈴木達央/岸尾だいすけ



Door busts open

Yuma: I finally managed to open it. Seriously, unlike you I can’t enter a tiny hole like that! Thanks to that I lost a lot of time to bust this thing open.

Azusa: Yuma… Didn’t you go back to Ruki’s place…

Yuma: I felt a bit uneasy, thanks to the Lunar eclipse, I thought the piglet would die if I weren’t here. Furthermore, you are in that state, saying you wouldn’t do shit to her..

Azusa: Mmm.

Yuma: Oy, are you all right, I thought he would snap an arm or two… But in the end it is Azusa that got hurt instead. What is going on. Furthermore, Azusa, are you still saying some crazy shit.

Azusa: What do you mean.

Yuma: Don’t fuck around, about me hurting you or something! Seriously, get you dizzy shit together!

Azusa: Yuma won’t understand..

Yuma: Huh?!

Azusa: I am different from Yuma. Our roles are totally different. Furthermore, usually I feel like someone is delivering me, though now thanks to the eclipse I feel free.

Yuma: That is not the case.

Azusa: Pain is my value, it is right Eve.

Yuma: Huh?

Azusa: While having not that kind of value, why? Say, why am I… Yuma… jealous of you.

Yuma: What are you saying, I don’t understand!

Azusa: This is strange, it is weird. Everything is the fault of the moon that is what I want to believe. But… when I see Eve and Yuma together, you hurting her, I can’t help but feel irritated, my chest feels pain. I feel like nothing is good enough. Getting pain is my worth. That is what I understand, this pain is I can’t handle it. Yuma… is this… the fault of my deliverer? Eve is… only mine… I think so, I can’t stop that, there is no value in that, I can’t become Adam. But, I… Eve… I want her for myself. You… I want you…

Yuma: Seriously I really don’t understand what you are getting at. Now and then you don’t make sense at all. Furthermore, just get rid of it… Ruki has told you before right. We are brothers. While out blood is different our bonds is still stronger than anything else…

Azusa: Eh…

Yuma: Just think back of the days in the orphanage. Even if you want to forget you can’t forget. We were there with all of us. When we tried to flee, we got hurt.

Azusa: But…

Yuma: But, No buts! The only one who thinks there is a value in that is only you! You are different from the one that was camping with those people! (referring to the Gypsies) That is why, you feeling jealous, you not wanting to leave her alone. Those are not bad feelings.

Azusa: … Yuma…

Yuma: Even so! I can’t have you hog all the things… This is something reason can’t win over. You sure dare.

Azusa: Dare?

Yuma: It is the same as eating food, you just can’t stop.

Azusa: But… right now… I never felt this before..

Yuma: I wonder about that. While I don’t know what kind of thing you are talking about, but isn’t that what makes us human. Say… it is right. That is why, it is fine if you wonder about this. The one you are looking for who tried to tie you down, is no longer here. The one you call deliverer, isn’t that your own emotions?

Azusa: My own….

Yuma: Yeah… having no value, having no worth, you overthink things like that too much. It is nothing weird to think of them. Even when I say it, it is normal.

Azusa: Even Ruki, and Kou? Do they also think that way?

Yuma: That you think that those two aren’t thinking you, I will punch you! It is only you who thinks that your life has no worth. Those things hurt! Here, there is no one who will take pleasure in hurting you.

Azusa: T-then… the pain in my chest… should I leave it as that.

Yuma: You like pain right. Just leave it as that. Also even old pain will come back. That said, I will take her now. Then maybe that pain will disappear. Hmm..

Azusa: … Take her. Is that fine? I… can I take her…

Yuma: I-diot! That is not for you to decide. But, this one is mine..

Azusa: No, Eve is mine..

Yuma: Seriously, you really are a stubborn guy. But this is interesting, if it wasn’t like this, there wasn’t anything to steal. –kiss-

Azusa: This pain, I think I will like it, that is why, I need her.

Yuma: Then it is good. It is a contest. Will I be good, will you be good, let her decide on that. Of course. With these~ -bites-

Azusa: Don’t do that Yuma, she is my, Eve, come, don’t look at only Yuma, look at me too. If you don’t I will do this. –bites-

Yuma: You look rather fine now Piglet. –drinks- How does it feel getting sucked by two vampires. –chuckles-

Azusa: Eve, does it hurt? Does it feel good? I will give you more pleasure. –drinks-

Yuma: Oy, oy, Azusa, if you bite her like that, it will only tickle her. If you are going to bite her then do it like this.. –bites- Here look, she lost the words to speak words. You feel good now right. –drinks-

Azusa: Strength alone is not good. Say, I know you best place. I am able to pierce my fangs from there. –bites- look over here Eve. It feels good right. Shall I kiss you? –kiss-

Yuma: This is not interesting, furthermore Azusa, you never had this kind of interest before right?

Azusa: Only today is special. But, usually I would focus on this too I wonder. I only didn’t realize it, thanks to the moon, I understand it now. –drinks-

Yuma: Come, look at me too. –drinks- just like he said don’t let blood be the only thing that compels you. –kisses-

Azusa: Not fair. Yuma, it is not fair if it is only you.

Yuma: Shut up! I am not waiting for anyone’s turn.

Azusa: Eve… is it ok if Yuma is like that, I am fine too, after all. Look, my fangs are able… to give you an tremendous pain… -bites drinks-

Yuma: For you Azusa, you sure are cocky. –drinks-  This is bad, now that I have said that I am feeling more. I just, it seems like you just went. That is strange.

Azusa: Cocky or whatever, I like Eve… -drinks-

Yuma: Tch, so annoying, Like or whatever, I suck at sweet shit. I will make her say that she likes me.

Azusa: I wonder which one will be faster?

Yuma: Piglet, tell me that you like me

Azusa: Eve likes me more obviously. Right? That is true right, it is the truth right.

Yuma: Ah, yes, yes of course she does. Here piglet, don’t me caught in that air… -drinks-

anonymous asked:

Princess, how did you leave before? Cause you mentioned leaving the fandom at around 2013 and only came back late 2014. How did you do that? Did you like unfollow blogs or just actively ignored any 1D related things? Because I don't think I can deal with whatever's going on here anymore. It's just sucking up my happiness all too much.

I did, I kind of disengaged on everything. I deleted the tumblr app on my phone and logged out on my laptop so that I’d never be tempted to check it. Yes, I ignored a lot of 1D things too. I didn’t even care to listen to MM until like two months later cause my friends kept pestering me to do it. Basically, you’ll end up caring less eventually and then not curious about anything related to them at all. I still read fics during that time but I didn’t really know or give a fuck about what was happening around them. I was also kept busy during that time with school work and hanging out with my friends, watching a bunch of tv shows and movies etc. Those are a couple of things that I hope will help. It helped me greatly and you should definitely leave if you aren’t happy anymore. In my case, when I came back in 2014 I gained a lot of perspective because I know that everything is out of my control and this isn’t my life so I don’t tell it get to me. At the end of the day, none of this bs is really that important. 

EP7 META + TakeRiku rambles

If you guys read every characters’ wiki-page, you’ll be surprised by how much information they actually revealed, which is probably all due to the novel and the otome game, but these attributes are also key to future episodes! O__O

Either way, because of this, I just found the most hilarious discovery ever, no, in fact, I’ve made 2 hilarious discoveries. About none other than Takeru Fujiwara.

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Hey ! I’m alive !

To begin, I really want to thank you guys for following me. Today you are 5600 !!! So many, it means a lot to me ! 

I would like to draw more, to show you something regurlarly but my low self esteem punched me during all december and january… So now i decided to try at least 2 school although financially I do not have the means to go in. I will find a way somehow ! But if i don’t have a school it’s useless to seek financial means haha. I still have three weeks to send a book to schools. Not the time to complain ! it’s time to draw !

Sorry to always complain, when my life is not really difficult (I am the only one to be difficult with my own choices). When all of this will be done, I’ll put more drawings and less words. I promise !! See you and Thank you again !

  We should all gather and cook spaghetti together!!

                I’m afraid that this is not pastable Papy… That would be a lot of spaghetti.
      Anyway, Papyrus and I thank you all for following us! You’re all great and we love you!

Actually the banner (art made by the amazing pen) is inaccurate now, you’re 250+ now, seems like we gained about 20 followers the past three days for some reason that will remain unknown and confuses me, but I’m too lazy and don’t have time to redo this. I’m still really surprised by the amount of you following this blog.
I mean, I’m not as cool as Papyrus, I’m slow when it comes of replies, and I’m not the most active either. But you guys still cope with my numerous flaws and even appreciate my crappy writing, and that, my friends, makes you all amazing in my eyes.

Aaaaaand I’m rambling again, someone should tell me to shut up, I’m way too talkative… Mooooving on… I cherish every single one of you even though there are a lot of you that I never interacted with. If you’re not in there, don’t be sad!! I probably forgot you and I’m sorry! Know that you’re all beautiful people and I love you

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Hey everyone. Apologies for being away for so long. I really missed connecting with you guys! If hope you guys still remember me, i just really felt like i needed a break from social media i felt like it had consumed my life. but iv got a lot planed for you guys so stick around.