its long ik

I drew a compilation of just a few of my favorite Ritsu moments!! (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧

Why “straight passing privilege” Is Not Real

*in this post I will often use the term bisexuality, but please note that this applies to pansexual and polysexual and all bi+ people as well

A very common misconception that exists within the LGBTQ+ community is that being bisexual means that you have something called “straight passing privilege,” which basically translates into heteronormativity to your benefit. A lot of people assume that it is somehow easier to be bisexual than it is to be gay because not every crush that you have or not every relationship that you are in is necessarily gay, always having that “straight side” to turn to and not always having to come out to your family or to your loved ones because you can just use that “straight side” of yours as a shield and still feel comfortable. 

Except, um, no.

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Forgive me, my love. I just do not know how to put you into words and that’s the closest I can get,


“We’ve been on a few missions together, and there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you. I was thinking about telling you once we were in my hometown, but it’s a little embarrassing, so I’m going to write it out and send it to you. The day you changed your hair, when you wished us rookies good luck before our sortie–I’ll never forget your words. Remembering what you said that day gives me the courage to stay strong.

So…thanks Zack.”

So… Um… T-This is my fanart… I suppose… OuO’’’ I’m sorry if it’s shitty.
Well… All I wanted to say is: Thank you @yoralim​ , @borurou​ and @junkpilestuff​ . My adventure with Echotale and G!Sans/G was truly full of emotions. I remember when I saw G!Sans at the first time. “Holyduck too sexy =///_///=“ ~ I was saying.
And… Umm… (I’m sorry I’m so nervous XD I don’t even know what to write) There’s this one song that inspired me . It’s in my native language (polish) and this is an rap music (and btw I really like this video).
BUT(T), what is important in it? There’re some lines that really fits G and Frisk’s relationship and what happend at the end.
I will just write those lines.

“[…]Ale teraz siedzę w warsie z kubkiem pociągowej lury
Boją się że nie zapomną nigdy woni twojej skóry “

“[…]But now I’m sitting in Warsaw (capital of Poland) with a cup of traction lura (term for really bad coffee)
Fearing that I will never forget the odor of your skin” 


(this is the ref)
“Twoja skóra pachnie jak ostanie dni wakacji
Dziś powietrze pachnie jak ostanie dni wakacji
Po co mi ten pociąg, skoro ciebie nie ma na stacji?
A melodia się urywa niby hejnał mariacki?
Twoja skóra pach nie jak ostanie dni wakacji
Dziś powietrze pachnie jak ostanie dni wakacji
Deszcz na betonie x2”

“Your skin smells like the last days of holidays
Today, the air smells like the last days of holidays
For what I need this train, when you’re not at the station?
And melody breaks off like a  Saint Mary’s dawn?
Your skin smells like the last days of holidays
Today, the air smells like the last days of holidays
Rain on concrete x2″


(this one was too long so I decited to add only translated version)

“People in love wants pathos
I ’m trying to be mundane and I have a way for it
I will not tell you that thy presence is like a gift of fate
Or skylarks singing, or a fucking lotus flower
Rather like the morning smell of decent coffee 
Short sleeve on a summer day , the smell of mowing grass
Full tank, empty road
A series of green lights

On the radio, a one song of your underrated bands
You’re like an unexpected tax refund

Long weekend for those who drowned in Corporation World
When everyone around sound nohow, I still drink (in “enjoying” way/enjoys it) your voice
As the sound of vinyl in the morning
The sound of the rain that breaks on the concrete
Drums on the windows when you fall asleep solo, or with a woman
When you wake up at dusk, instantaneous you feel anxiety
You catch jacket, everything is: wallet, keys and phone
And her hair smell like the last days of holidays.”


That’s all.
Thanks again and… enjoy? Maybe QuQ’’’
(and yea, I know there was an idea of G sitting in the train… ik guys >_>’’ )

Injured and Alone

The alleys of New Ninjago City criss-crossed between the many streets in an endless labyrinth. It was here that the city’s lowest scum resided. The police did their best, but they couldn’t catch all of them.

It was to this venue that Morro had come after he’d returned to life. He didn’t yet feel comfortable returning to live with Wu and the Ninja, so he’d taken on his own mantle and become the Shadow Ninja, dressed in solid black and doing what he could to bring the gangs to justice. It was the same sort of people he’d known in his childhood, and they really hadn’t changed much. That aside, it was partially for his only friend, who he’d betrayed– to bring down the ones she’d practically been enslaved to.

But it was more difficult than he’d thought. Unused to being human, Morro found fighting to be far more difficult than he remembered. While he was gradually getting used to it, he knew it would be a process.

Still, he became an obstacle. And evidently, obstacles had to be stopped. When he came to stop a robbery, they were ready, with a larger number hidden in the shadows. Morro felt an impact to his head, and then blackness.

He woke later, in some old basement. One foot had been encased in a fresh cement floor. He wasn’t going anywhere. Headscarf removed, it was discovered who he was.

Evidently one of the gang members had a personal issue with him. He was beaten mercilessly for days, leg shattered just above the cement, ribs cracked and pounded, face bruised. Then they left him there to die of starvation, dehydration, and infection.

Now that he was mortal again, all of these were real dangers.



THE SUPERNATURAL GIF CHALLENGE | bleedingwinchesters vs. orgasmicsam
round 5 | season 5 + favourite relationship 
| the winchester brothers

open rp

Its so quiet. The paintings are staring at me. I want this madness to end. I want to be saved…..

The girl hugged her legs, her chin barried into her legs. Why did today have to be so slow? Usually there would be people in the gallery walking around and smiles filled on their faces. It would appear not. The girl sighed, to find small tears forming in her eyes. Do people really hate me? Did I do something bad? I just want to make new friends….

The girl felt like punching a wall or breaking something. Stabbing maniquin heads dont help anyways….the heads show no emotion, just staring at the blonde with these small eyes. At least the grins of the blue dolls are bigger. Ah…the blue dolls. Mary`s only friend. 

Speaking of blue dolls…the girl walked over to the room of dolls, standing in front of the purple door, before opening the door, a long and loud creaking noise was made. “Ah~. Long time no see~.” The painting made a giggle, standing in front of the various of dolls with diffrent colored fabric as clothing.

“Now~. Which one of you do I chose? Theres so much I dont have a clue ~.” The girl said, picking up one and twurling around with it. The blonde admired these dolls so much. They listend to her without any fuss and she could tell them every feeling and word she had in mind. What a real friend does……unlike Ib and Garry.

Those two…they left me alone in this gallery. How rude. The girl`s smile turned into a frown, before she heard a firmillier creak from a door. It would appear another person has enterd the gallery without the girl noticing. “What do you want!” She shouted, turning her head and her anger over to the other indevidual at the door.