ill do it later though

  • my brain: you are making up this problem for attention
  • me: i literally haven't told a single person about this problem? i am the only one that knows about this problem
  • my brain: yeah whatever
  • my brain: you are making up this problem for attention

anonymous asked:

consider this: Sonya/Hélène

do yuo know how many times she;s said that to impress girls.

anonymous asked:

Hi! What do you think about Shikadai spending holidays in Suna with uncle Gaara and uncle Kankuro as babysitters?

I think it’s the best thing I’ve ever heard and probably exactly what happens? 

Before Shikadai the sand siblings didn’t really have anyone to buy gifts for, I mean of course they got stuff for each other but after you reach a certain age all you really want for christmas is reduced stress and a semi-regular sleeping schedule so the holiday spirit could only thrive so much. Shikadai provided the perfect opportunity for MAXIMUM. HOLIDAY. CHEER. 

He of course receives more gifts than he knows what to do with and the older he gets the more exasperated he becomes. While most kids would revel in the opportunity he’s like “I mean I appreciate it of course but this is just EGREGIOUS” and Gaara/Kankuro are like “no its not” as they struggle to see over the mountain of gifts. Because for them its just like….everything they see that reminds them of Shikadai, they buy. And then they wrap it. And then it takes him over an hour to open it all. “I live in Konoha, how am I supposed to bring all this back with me?” no one had even considered that tbh. Stop letting logic and reason ruin our christmas Shikadai. 

One year when Shikadai is about three, Temari like…insists that Kankuro pretend to be Santa and ask him what he wants for christmas. After A LOT of arguing and resistance, he dons the red suit and begrudgingly goes in. Shikadai takes one unimpressed look at him and is like “why are you dressed like that uncle”. Temari is crying laughing, Gaara can’t contain his grin. “I don’t like it” “THAT MAKES TWO OF US KID” 

Christmas cards are frankly a nightmare. Temari insists they take one and gets angry when they aren’t proactive about making a suggestion for a theme, but when they do suggest something she’s like “no that’s stupid, I like my idea better” and they just end up going with what she was planning in the first place. There are a lot of resigned sighs. Shikadai always ends up in reindeer antlers. One year, with the assurance that his uncles would DEFINITELY BACK HIM UP, he puts his foot down but the second he says something Gaara is gone. Kankuro is gone. He is left alone by those cowards, underneath his mothers unshakable gaze. He gains an ugly christmas sweater and loses his faith in his relatives. 

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It was a relatively boring day for the young wizard. Matt and Tom had gone out a while ago. Tord, as far as Edd knew, was home. Probably in his room though. Most likely messing around with some gizmo. Or voodoo. Was it bad to assume his demon boyfriend messed around with black magic and such? Probably, but Edd wouldn’t put it past him. Really, if Tord thought it was amusing in any way, he’d get a bit carried away with it. Regardless, Edd sat in his room-turned-study, in front of his desk. He doodled absentmindedly, having a commision to work on. It just wasn’t coming to him though. Art block, he supposed. For now, he did a few drawing exercises. Things like drawing different lines, varying the thickness and the spaces between them. Drawing points on his paper then trying to connect them with a single line. Little things like that in hopes it would wake up his brain.

It was then he heard a slight thunk against his door. Edd paused, pencil still touching his doodle ridden paper. It must’ve just been Ringo- right? Tord wouldn’t really knock if he wanted to come in, the demon thought little of personal space. At least, in a mental way. Tord had his boundaries when it came to physical contact, but things like barging into someone’s room? That he could do. The thunk came again. “What the,” The cartoonist turned, looking at the door for a long moment. “..Tord?” Surely it wasn’t the norski. Right?

Well, before Edd could get up, the door opened and Edd was rather surprised to see Tord lumber into the room, in his natural form, having to crouch to make it through the door. Edd blinked. Then again. He’d seen Tord like this once or twice, and really, he wasn’t phased by the monstrous appearance. “Tord?” A low rumble came from the demon before he crossed the room. Without hesitation, the ram-inspired being was crouching further (he had to stand hunched over, no one would be happy if Tord poked holes in the ceiling with his damned horns.) and was curling around the wizard. His skull-like head coming to rest in the green clad lad’s lap. The demon sat on the floor, but still took up quite a bit of space. Edd found he wasn’t entirely sure where to put his arms due to the demon’s horns. It was.. rather awkward. But Tord seemed pleased with himself.

“Tord. I need to work on this.” The reaction Edd got wasn’t exactly the one he’d been hoping for. Tord’s feathered wings extended just slightly- moving to wrap loosely around the chair, and with it, Edd. His head pushed further into the wizard’s lap, and his fluffy tail curled around Edd’s ankle. Edd huffed, and some kind of garbled chuckle came from the demon. To be honest, Edd still wasn’t entirely sure if Tord could talk like this. Maybe he could, but didn’t like to? If he had his normal voice, it wouldn’t exactly match the rest of him..

He noticed the demon was watching him. Red eyes trained on the young wizard’s face. And though displaying emotions didn’t blow over too well when your face is a skull, Edd could practically feel the damned smirk radiating off of his boyfriend.

“You’re so needy,” The waves of smugness seemed to get more thick. Tord, was obviously amused by the situation. “It’s horrible. You’re horrible.” Despite his words, Edd found the scenario entertaining as well, a light smile tugging at his lips. The wizard set his arms down, awkwardly avoiding the demon’s horns. Edd huffed again. This time, Tord moved his head just slightly, allowing Edd a small space to place one of his arms. His fingers brushed against Tord’s neck.

It was.. Nice. A little odd, but still nice. Ringo wasn’t too happy about it, but let the demon be. “Were you just standing out there?”

This catches the incubi’s attention once again, and he’s glancing up at Edd before looking away. The wall appeared much more interesting now. Edd chuckles lightly. “Was that the thumping? Did you just bang your head against the door until i noticed?” No reply, of course. Edd’s fingers found the jaw of Tord’s larger skull, and he lifted the demon’s head a bit. Once again, this caught his attention. His red eyes appeared smaller in the dark cavities of his eye sockets.

A small, but affectionate peck was placed on the demon’s face- between his eyes, a little ways down his muzzle. He supposed, if Tord had a human’s face right now, it would be the bridge of his nose. “You’re like a damned cat,”

(( and then tord just fuckin’ dies lol ))

so there it is. there is my dumb fic for @monster-apartments-au’s nerds. I am extremely sleep deprived, and this is short and shitty but, BAM. I did it. Take it.

“Sa piling ni nanay, langit ay buhay
(It feels like heaven, in my Mother’s arms)

Puso kong may dusa sabik sa ugoy ng duyan”
(My heart aches, how I long for the swing of the cradle)

~ Sa Ugoy ng Duyan

i play this in memory of my departed grandmother on her birthday. unfortunately i only started learning it after she passed away (was like 90% of how i coped with it) and so she never heard it. but i hope that even just today i would play it for her again and for everyone to hear \owo/ most of this was learnt off ear/memory with some help from my sister and the chords in the verse to get me started

happy birthday nanay :D


shit i like to talk about with my boyfriend……


he is absolutely the definition of STUPID WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT .  Why am i with him? well his dick is huge and he knows how to fuck me the i want to be fucked , other then that i really don’t care for the guy . 

Well enough of him , today i have been super high *happyface* so i been very mellow. no stalking my boss even though i’m missing him .. i just want him inside of me lml. sorry kids this isn’t for your eyes SO GET THE FUCK OFF MY BLOG PLEASE!!!!!!! THANK YOU …. ANYWAYS i do miss him though a lot . maybe ill call him later…

but yea guess what ??????? i met a girl *heart eye face*