just for your sake

anonymous asked:

[Common route] Saito-san, Okita-san and Hijikata-san. What if you never get to die by the sword? Would it be a bad thing since you're all warriors and take pride by living for the sword? (Sorry for my bad English >_<)

Note: Your English looks fine to me!


“If I can die in bed after everything I’ve done, that’ll be heaven’s reward for all the shit I’ve been through,” chuckles Hijikata. “Being a warrior and taking pride in fighting doesn’t mean you should throw your life away just for the sake of dying on someone else’s sword. If I can fulfill the Shinsengumi’s purpose so that fighting isn’t necessary anymore, I’ll be glad to die some other way instead.”

“I’m not about to throw my life away, but there’s no way I’m just giving up and dying in bed,” says Okita, grimacing. “For as long as I have a purpose, I’m fighting for it, no matter what fate has in store. If I have to die, my death has to mean something, so I’m going to go down fighting for something I believe in.” His eyes harden. “Even if that means taking my own life in the end.”

“I agree with Souji,” puts in Saito firmly. “Even if the Shinsengumi runs its course someday, I will always find something else to fight for, because I have always fought more for the ideals than the organization. Therefore, it is unreasonable to assume that I will not die on the battlefield—or by my own blade, should my honor falter.”

  • my nemesis: i'm going to hurt you of course but first i'll go after all of your friends and--
  • me: i don't.
  • my nemesis: ...what
  • me: i don't have any of those
  • my nemesis: fr.. iends..
  • me: yeah
  • my nemesis: you don't.. have those. not even one
  • me: nope
  • my nemesis: and you aren't like.. lying. for your own/their sake
  • me: no i genuinely just don't have any and i wanted to save you the trouble of having to start the process of looking into it only to find nothing to work with, so
  • my nemesis: oh. ah. wow. that's.. polite. of you. i guess
  • me: mmhm
  • my nemesis: this is like.. seriously bumming me out right now. are you.. busy tonight? oh. fuck. obviously you aren't. sorry. i'm sorry. wasn't trying to be insensitive. god. anyway. we're.. going to go to the movies, okay? i'm not getting any satisfaction out of.. that conversation. any joy just.. whoosh. right out the window. that whole exchange just truly ruined my current state emotionally and i'm.. getting you out of the house. asap
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Kane & Toews: forever linked (x)

requested by @musainrules <3

I’M SO FUCKING SICK OF SEEING PEOPLE BITCH AND MOAN ABOUT STYDIA. PLEASE GIVE IT A GOD DAMN REST HOLY SHIT GUYS. FORCED? IT’S BEEN 6 FUCKING SEASONS. OUR SHIP IS LITERALLY THE SLOWEST SHIP IN THE DAMN SHOW. WE’VE SAT THROUGH COUNTLESS EPISODES WATCHING THEM VIBE OFF OF EACH OTHER WITHOUT ACTUALLY DOING SOMETHING ABOUT IT. IT’S NOT FUCKING RUSHED, AND IT’S NOT FAN SERVICE. CLEAR YOUR FUCKING GLASSES AND REALIZE HOW LONG THEY’VE BEEN BUILDING THIS SHIT UP FOR. I GENUINELY DON’T CARE HOW PETTY I SOUND RIGHT NOW I’M ABSOLUTELY FED UP WITH EVERYONE COMPLAINING THEIR DAMN ASSES OFF. STILES AND MALIA HAPPENED, THAT’S DONE. YOU GUYS GOT YOUR SCENES. PARRISH AND LYDIA WAS AN IDEA, THAT’S DONE. YOU GUYS GOT YOUR SCENES. LET US STYDIA FANS BE FUCKING HAPPY FOR CHRIST’S SAKE. JUST SIT YOUR ASS DOWN AND ENJOY THE FINAL SEASON AND IF YOU CAN’T FIND A WAY TO PUSH PAST YOUR IGNORANCE AND WATCH THE CONTENT IN FRONT OF YOU THEN STOP FUCKING WITH THE SHOW BECAUSE I’M SURE THE WRITERS DON’T WANT TO MAKE CONTENT FOR FANS WHO ARE DISRESPECTFUL TOWARDS THEIR WORK.

About the ship wars on this fandom (ღ˘⌣˘ღ) ♫・*:.。. .。.:*・

Seriously guys, why don’t you just use your energy and love to create content to your OWN ship(s) and characters you like instead of using it to HATE and talk shit about the others??!!! Please??!! Thank you!!!??

⊳Calling A Familiar Spell⊲

Originally posted by dancing-at-the-funeralparty

    Familiars are one of the witches greatest companions. If youre knowledgeable about familiars you might want one yourself. There comes the problem of finding one. Sometimes you may already have a pet or spirit in mind, but others you may be totally lost. I do not recommend under any circumstance buying a pet just for the sake of them being your familiar. You cannot tell at first glance whether you two will be a good pair and its not fair to the animal if you end up giving it away because it isn’t able to be your familiar. The best option is for you to do some magic so you and a potential familiar can meet and bond.

    Now, onto the spell, but before you do this make sure you genuinely want a familiar and think they would be a big part of your craft. Here is what you’ll need;

◆ A jar(or container of some sort)
◆ A piece of paper and something to write with
◆ A tag lock from you(a piece of hair, a nail clipping, spit, etc)
◆ Dandelion fluff or bay leaf
◆Rosebud(if you don’t have this, you can substitute it with pink sea salt or rose petals)
◆Basil
◆Catnip or cinnamon

    First take your paper and writing utensil. Write down the ideal traits of your familiar(you can add a sigil on it if you’d like). Now fold it up however you want and put it to the side, you’ll come back to it later.
    Next take your jar and put in half your ingredients, then add your tag lock. Now you can add the other half of the ingredients.
    Now you can put your paper in the jar. After that, screw on the lid and place you hands on the sides. Envision you and your future familiar working together and being friends, put all your intent and hope into the jar. Now shake it up, letting the energy buzz around in the jar. Stop when it feels right. Leave it somewhere you go often(like beside your bed or next to your altar). Whenever you feel super witchy and passionate about getting a familiar you can shake it again. Now a familiar will find you, or you will find them. Good luck!

- Mod Faye

Byun Baekhyun//Dyeing To Meet You

Originally posted by blondejongin

Summary: Everybody knows that soulmates have the same hair colour - and your soulmate, wherever he is, is to be blamed for the ridiculous hair colour you woke up with this morning. - A/N: for the sake of this AU, just pretend your hair doesn’t get damaged when you dye it.
Scenario: Soulmate AU, fluff
Word Count: 3,021

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I’m over you, and even though I still think about you from time to time, for the better majority of my sanity and thoughts, I’m over you. I still think you’re attractive and I still want to talk to you but I’m not as driven to date you as I once was. I’m over you, and for my sake as of yours, we’re just friends.

i hate when people act as if wanting your art to get attention is some kind of Horrible and Impure goal, like of course i want my art to be noticed, that’s why im posting it publicly ya dingdong

James March: Surely Missed

It has been 12 days since you have been gone on vacation with your family. Those 12 days in The Bahamas were definitely memorable but you missed your James oh so dearly. Your family members would always ask about meeting him, but you just weren’t ready. James was…. different. 

Before leaving, you tried your best to teach James how to use a smartphone so that the both of you can keep in contact while you were gone. But James being old-fashioned and very stubborn, wasn’t having it. You even tried something as simple as a flip phone, and no luck. He despised the modern world. Especially modern technology. 

It did make you quite sad because you wouldn’t get to talk to him whenever you wanted to, but you just sucked it up for the sake of seeing your family.

You did, although, have Sally send you a couple of videos here and there of James saying quick hello’s and how much he misses you. He even told you that he planned a nice dinner upon your arrival.

……….

5:49pm

After a long flight, you finally landed in LA and you took a taxi back to your home AKA Hotel Cortez. The taxi driver helped unload your luggage from the trunk and went on his merry way back into the LA traffic.

You took a deep breath in, inhaling the LA air. You did miss it. Then, you entered through the front doors. You started walking straight towards the elevators because you were so excited, yet oddly nervous to see James. 

Liz is at the check in wearing her reading glasses reading a book. Seeing a figure walk by, she looked up. When she realized it was you, she put her glasses on the desk, still holding onto her book. “Hey, Y/N. How was your vacay?” Liz asked.

You stopped to answer. “It was amazing! But I missed James so much.” As you brought up your lover’s name, you pouted a little. “If you see Sally before me, tell her I said thanks for sending me videos of James.”

“You got it hun.” Liz put her glasses back on and continued reading her book, then you headed inside the elevator.

Once you reached your penthouse suite, you actually weren’t surprised that James wasn’t in the room. You figured he was in his office or prepping for dinner tonight. It made you quite sad because you were looking forward to smothering him in kisses. Oh well.

Letting out a sigh, you put your bags down and chose to unpack later, feeling a big jet lagged. Your bed was the first thing you wanted to lay on, but instead, you noticed a note was left on it from James.


Dearest,

I ask that you do not look for me. As I am currently preparing for our special dinner tonight. We shall meet in the dining room at 8 o’clock. A new attire is awaiting in your closet.

Yours, James.


Where James’ name lied on the paper, you lightly touched it with your fingertips as a big smile hit your face. You folded the note back up and placed it on the bed. Excitedly, you headed to your closet to look at the dress that James picked out for you.

In your closet, you see a dark blue silk gown with a high slit. It’s very elegant. He also paired it with silver strappy heels.

Leaving the dress where it is, you decided to start with a hot shower, wishing that James could’ve joined you. 

Because of that long flight, you definitely took your time in the shower. Soaking up all that hot steam.

Once you were finished showering, you started on makeup to allow your hair to air dry in the meantime. You kept the eye shadow neutral and paired it with a dark burgundy lip. 

Your makeup is finally finished, so you start with blow drying your hair. Halfway through blow drying, you hear a knock on your door. It did surprise you a little. You had a confused look on your face as you were on your way to open the door.

At your door is Ms. Evers with a bouquet of flowers. “From, Mr. March.” She smiles as she’s handing the roses to you.

“Oh wow, I wasn’t expecting this at all. Thank you, Ms. Evers!” You started smelling the roses as you closed the door. They are beautiful. This is exactly why you’re so in love with James. He’s charming, he’s a gentleman, and most of all, he knows how to make his lady feel special. Yes, he’s a psychotic serial killer. But to you, he’s one in a million.

You set the roses on the bed and finished with you hair, styling it as an updo.

Finishing up with your new gown and shoes.

……….

7:56pm

You finished getting ready just in time and started heading out the door, into the elevator to floor 7, room 78.

Once you reached the door, you knocked 3 times. You can hear Ms. Evers and James talking through the door. So you lean in, putting your ear closer to the door so you can hear what they’re saying. Making you giggle a little from being so nosey. 

“Would you like me to get that for you, Mr. March?” Ms. Evers asks James.

“Oh no no, that’s alright.” James replies. He was acting like a giddy little school girl. He missed you so much and you being away for this amount of time was quite a change for him. This was the longest that you’ve been away from him. 

“Darling!” James shouts, as opening the door reveals the sight of you.

“Oh, sweetheart!” You rush to James and give him a kiss on the lips, standing on your tip toes to reach up to him.

“I’ve missed you so dearly.” James says in a soft tone. 

“You don’t understand how much I’ve missed you.”

He grabs your hand to kiss it and then he leads you to your seat. Being the gentleman that he is, he pulls your chair out for you. Once you’re seated, he rushes over to his seat.

“Help yourself, my queen.” Dinner was already in front of you. 

“Thanks, James.” The both of you put the clothed napkin on your laps. You were starving so you started to eat. 

After taking 2 bites of your food, you noticed that James was being a little fidgety and hasn’t started eating. Instead, he kept looking back and forth at you with a smile on his face. Making you feel a little awkward. You’ve never seen James act this odd at dinner.

In confusion, you looked at your food, then you looked at him asking, “Yes?”.

Excitedly, James asks, “How is the outside, darling?” 

You smiled at him with loving eyes because of how excited he sounded asking you. It was just so cute. He must’ve really missed you. Maybe even more than you missed him. With James, though, he doesn’t show that side of his emotions as strongly as you do. Most of the time, he tries to contain it. But that’s just how he is and you didn’t mind it. 

“Well, The Bahamas was breathtaking. If only you could have joined.” You sighed. “It’s really hard too because my family keeps asking me why you don’t leave the hotel.” 

“And what do you say?” James asks, He finally calms his excitement a little and starts on his dinner.

“I just tell them it’s complicated.” You shrugged your shoulders as you let out laugh, then took a bite of your food.

“Ah, yes.” Ms. Evers pours whiskey in James’ empty glass and then pours wine in yours.

James grabs his glass of whiskey, raising it up to cheers and you follow after.

“Cheers. To reuniting with my beloved.” He says, making eye contact with you.

“Reuniting? It’s been 12 days, not 12 years.” You said sarcastically. “How about we cheers to us?”

James raises his glass slightly higher, then you doing the same. “To us.”

The both of you take a sip of your drinks and continued finishing up with dinner. Out of curiosity, you ask James, “So what do you have planned for dessert?”

James smirks as he takes another sip of his whiskey. “You, dearest.” 

Oh, you can’t wait.

  • Shigeo: Shit.
  • Reigen: Mob, don't curse like that. That's not a "good person" thing to do.
  • Shigeo, internally: Ah, Shishou. My Shishou. My third parent- the only one I chose. The only one of the three with even a semblance of a clue how to correctly raise a child of my particular temperament and abilities. Dear, sweet Shishou. Sweet, sweet, steadfast, clever, dependable Shishou. The man who has been the acting adult of my life for the past four years.
  • Last week, you called me to walk you home because you felt lonely. Yesterday, I had to buy you a juice box because you broke your last mug by drinking tea too hot for you. I put in the straw for you because you couldn't do it on your own. And this very morning, you called me to save you from a bug in your apartment. Oh, the sacrifices I make for your sake...
  • You just finished delivering a veritable Shakespearean sonnet comprised of four-letter words glued together with a smattering of prepositions and a few spare parts of speech thrown in to make it cohesive to a client about ten minutes ago. Don't you "good person" lecture me about this now, you fucking hypocrite manchild.
  • Shigeo, to Reigen: Okay.
  • Someone: Your otp is shit.
  • Most people: NO THEY ARE PERFECT AND PRECIOUS LITTLE BABIES! YOU'RE SHIT! I WILL HAVE YOUR HEAD FOR SUCH SLANDER!! BABXJKSBAHXJJAKNXNAK
  • Someone: Your otp is shit.
  • Me: Ha. Yeah it is.