kei rants

Real shit who gives a fuck if young girls on the Internet dress/act/resemble Lindsey it’s called developing an identity. People have been taking bits from their idols for decades. I can’t tell you the amount of Frank Iero, Kurt Cobain, Robert Smith lookalike boys there are on the Internet but yet I don’t see people giving them too much hassle?? And on another note Lindsey didn’t invent jumping on stage and wearing plaid skirts. Bottom line is let kids do whatever the fuck they want while they can, nothing is orginal and enjoy life damn

I don’t watch SG and I actually have it blacklisted on desktop, but since I’m primarily on mobile I get to see the posts all day every day and let me tell you…if I did watch that show I’d 100% ship the superhero chick with Katie McGrath out of sheer spite. The shit I’ve had to read because of the discourse y'all get into with The Straights who ship the superhero with the bland white guy makes my blood boil and I don’t even have a dog in this fight. I sincerely hope he dies and that there’s an episode of nothing but the girls eating each other out for 42 straight minutes. I do.

Young Tsukishima is very demanding. Everytime yams come over, he literally uses only one split second to say hi to Aki before Tsukki turns sour and glares at his brother because “Yamaguchi came over here for me, not you.” Aki would just chuckle and ruffle his hair teasing him about how much he loves Yamaguchi. Generally, he just doesn’t like sharing. His mom would ask Yama all these questions and Tsukki would answer for him, impatient and demanding every moment of Yamaguchi’s attention. “Yes, mom. He’s fine and school was okay. I literally spend everyday with him, I would know his schedule,” he argues when his mom asks him not to fill in tadashi life for her. Yamaguchi would just blush. He gets really cranky when night time comes along though. Believe it or not, he likes to cuddle a lot and just loves hugging the shit out of Yamaguchi. One time, Yams had to go to the bathroom bad and couldn’t hold it in so he went to use the restroom. When he came back, Tsukki was up and asking him questions like: “Where did you go? Why did you leave and not tell me? Don’t you know it’s cold in here?” Sometimes he gets too overbearing though. He would blindly follow Yamaguchi to do whatever task he needs to do at 12 o'clock in the night and would just whine and complain saying he needs sleep. Yamaguchi has never slept out on the couch or on the guest futon. Ever. Well, technically, he has many times but Tsukki always insist they sleep in his bed together or he’d just invite himself into Yamaguchi’s personal space. Yamaguchi sometimes wonder if he’s touch starved. He brings this up one time at a dinner conversation and Mrs. Tsukishima laughs because as a baby, Tsukki didn’t like to be held a lot and Yam’s just having internal conflict because man, he’s never slept so much at someone’s house before and he’s starting to miss his personal space and bed. On the days he doesn’t sleep over, Tsukki invites himself to his house so… alone time was a big no-no. They literally spend every waking moment together. Like, if Tsukki wakes up and Yams is still asleep, he literally ignores everything and goes back to cuddling yams tiny body. Like, Tsukishima will not let him go. He loves how Yamaguchi clings onto the nearest object or person and just snuggles into them too much to let go. He just loves Yamaguchi to be honest.

Jughead & Reader: Enough is Enough

Summary: Even though you and Jughead have been friends forever, it hurts to see him go from relationship to relationship since you have a massive crush on him. One day it just gets to be too much so you decide to head out of Riverdale. But Jughead finds you and talks you out of it, revealing his feelings for you.

Requested by: anonymous

Listen to: Back Home - Yellowcard

With Kevin by your side, you walked down the street in the direction of Pop’s. Kevin lost a bet to you so he owes you a milkshake and some fries, two things you had been craving all day at school. Normally you go to Pop’s with your best friend Jughead but he’s been sort of MIA lately. You’ve called and texted him to hang out but he’s either been too busy to hang out or he’s lost his phone again. 

“Do you know what you want?” Kevin asked when the two of you walked into Pop’s. 

“Vanilla milkshake and cheesy fries,” you told him as you looked around for an empty booth. While he was ordering, you noticed two people in the booth you normally sit in with Jughead. As the boy turned to talk to the girl, your heart sank. 

Kevin noticed your expression and looked in the same direction. “Is that Jughead and Betty?” He asked you. 

Your hands balled into fists and your breathing became erratic. Unable to take seeing him and his new girlfriend together, you turned on your heel and walked out of the diner. Kevin followed. 

“Are you alright?” He called after you. 

You leaned against the diner and put your head in your hands. Your heart was pounding and your hands were shaking. You suddenly felt very dizzy and slid down against the wall, sitting on the cold pavement. Kevin joined you and wrapped his arm around your shoulders comfortingly. 

“I’m so sorry,” he said quietly as he rubbed your arm. “Did you know they were together?”

You shook your head as you tried to fight back tears. “I had no idea,” you told him. “I guess for a while I sort of suspected something was going on between the two but he never mentioned anything to me.”

Kevin sighed. “I know it’s not easy for you to see him with other girls.”

“We’ve been best friends since we were kids. We grew up together, we played together, we seriously did everything together. I’ve had to see him go from relationship to relationship, having feelings for all of these girls and it sucks. It really sucks.” You wiped the tears that were rolling down your cheeks. 

“I’m so tired of it. I’m tired of the fact that he’ll never notice me. That he’ll never look at me the way I look at him. I can’t take the pain anymore.” You started to sob and Kevin held you against his chest. You cried against him and held him close to you, feeling so vulnerable. 

How can you stand to watch someone you love, love someone else?

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Okay so no one will read this but, everyone thinks Yamaguchi Tadashi is a pure cinnamon roll.
He is, but don’t forget about his sassy side!
I want more fanfics that focus less on the meek, shy, innocent and I’m-completely-submissive side of him and more of the jokey, sticking up for his friends and laughing with Tsukishima side of his personality.
Like (Some fanfics are great, Deanpendragons fanfictions has Yamaguchi’s character on point👌🏼👌🏼) but seriously, some of the fandom make him extra sweet and “pure”, forgetting about his other charms and what makes him an interesting character.
He’s a teen boy who’s funny and can be slightly awkward but also sarcastic, cute, hardworking and a loyal friend.
Not just someone who’s all “Tsukki I love you!!!”

So let’s just appreciate him🙏🏻🙏🏻

anonymous asked:

I know that blushy and prinzess like kageyama is a rather- ugh glitterly interpretation of the fandome but... i think it is also wrong to asume that all the kid things about is volleyball and jello, and that the he has rather no feelings. I don't think that kageyama is less anxious or emitional than tsukishima or oikawa, he just shows it in a other way or has a differend kind of braking point? He is still haunted from the middelscool game. But.. well this could also be me missinpreting him...

Also i dont get why it is necessary to make him extra blushy and girly like. Does the fandom not see how naturally adorable and cute he is? You don’t eaven have to make things up. Look at him. give him a ball in the hand and a milk and he smikes. Let other tease him and he pouts. And the best is how elegant and actual royal he looks in the court but off it he is a socially akward dork. Sorry i jus like this birb;;;(but i likely probably interpret him wrong )

I don’t think he has “no feelings”, he’s just not emotional. If you think about his reactions even to that “middle school trauma”, you’ll see how the only thing that affected him is basically related to the game:

Tbh, even I was surprised, that incident is horrifying on so many levels and here we have Kageyama, who’s like “Hah? Ah yeah, we were on the same team but we’re not anymore, no biggie.” 

All his characterization is this way tbh, he barely shows emotion save for irritation in game-related instances and volleyball is his “special interest” in any case. I’m also pretty sure he’s in the autistic spectrum. 

Also.. lol..Tsukishima is a severely repressed ball of angst, insecurity and ambivalence and Oikawa, Mr “I-toss-and-turn-at-night-then-act-dramatic-in-the-morning” isn’t exactly better. Kageyama is basically an ice cube in comparison, lol. Well.. not even in comparison, he is pretty fucking neutral and icy on his own lol he makes Oikawa and Tsukishima appear like characters from Greek tragedies.

Repressed ball of angst and insecurity, right after the bullying session:

yet another instance of that extra angst:

Mr I-toss-and-turn-at-night (also please note the shoujo-like choice of words, every time Oikawa talks about Kageyama’s eyes like that, I laugh, what the fuck? )

I’m pretty sure I could find much better examples lol but these were just within easy reach so yeah :’D

About why fandom ooc Kageyama like that… well, I could name a few possible reasons:

1) Kageyama is hard to write so they simply fail at it (I am not judging this one bc he really is hard to write)

2) They need angst and kageyama isn’t suitable for that so they ooc him (watch a fucking soap opera, who’s holding you back)

3) They ooc him so they can relate to him (don’t do this ever)

4) They wanna degrade him because he’s too superior and “unrelatable” (this happens to a lot of characters who are too perfect and whom people can’t relate to tbh, not just in hq. inferior ones get glorified, superior ones get degraded.every.damn.time. Just check how generic and mediocre chars like hinata, suga, akaashi, yamaguchi are treated in fanon lmao and compare it with kageyama, he’s always pushed into a weaker position, be it emotionally or otherwise)

(People who do the 4th should better start running in my opposite direction.)

In light of this YOI “shit list” drama:

(This is copied from my own tweet thread on this subject. My personal thoughts on being blacklisted are at the very bottom. )

Something like this happened at my high school, and I’ll tell you what it did.

Some seniors in the two graduating classes before mine kept something called the “Senior Hit List.” Sounds horrible, right? It was a google doc full of people’s names. I never had access or had this list explained to me, but it was there and it existed.

Apparently it was just full of people these seniors didn’t like, for really any reason. Those people were ignored and occasionally bullied (on a minor scale, nothing huge. Rich people school.)

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Don’t you dare fucking tell me that Tsukkiyama is an abusive ship. It 100% isn’t.

When I think of an abusive ship, I think of a relationship where one of the partners is completely ignored. They’re constantly put down and insulted by the other. There’s verbal, mental, and/or physical abuse. That they’ll argue a lot ans yell at each other and gain nothing from it. They’ll only slowly hate each other. A relationship where they make each other hate each other and make them hate themselves. But no, that is not Tsukkiyama.

See, Tsukishima is the blunt character. If he didn’t want Yamaguchi around, he would have told him and we wouldn’t have been introduced to them as they are now. Now, I haven’t read the manga (since I don’t have access to it and I can’t find websites where it’ll allow me to read it) but I have seen panels that prove it isn’t an abusive relationship.

Tsukishima, although being a more stoic character, shows he cares for Yamaguchi on multiple occassions. Yamaguchi is a kind guy but acts along to Tsukishima’s taunts for others because he wants to inpress him. There have been times where they’ve yelled at each other, but that was like, 3-4 times? Out of the many years they’ve been friends, there should be more but there isn’t, theyre so compatible it’s freaking great!!

Remember how Yamaguchi finally stood up to Tsukishima at the training camp? Tsukishima gained from that and started trying harder! Compared to back then, he just thought of volleyball as a sport. A hobby. Now? He’s trying his best to help his team and he’s on his game! Now, I’ll admit, Yamaguchi wasn’t the complete reason for this, although some could argue, but it definitely shed some light for Tsukishima.

After their most intense match in the bathroom? Tsukishima felt great right after Yamaguchi scolded him and it just shows how great of an impact Yamaguchi has on him as an individual, but also how proud he is of Yamaguchi for standing up and making sure Tsukishima knows he isn’t lame.

You know how Tsukishima hid his face when he broke his finger? He didn’t even bother to hide his expressions from Yamaguchi, he didn’t bother to change them! He’s comfortable around him!

Tsukishima compliments Yamaguchi on his hard work, Yamaguchi admires Tsukishima for all that he does. It’s a great relationship.

Not to mention, anyone else besides Yamaguchi who calls Tsukishima, “Tsukki” he calls out on. The reason being he doesn’t tell Yamaguchi to stop is not because he’s given up on him, it’s because he respects his choices in nicknames! Or else Tsukishima would constantly be telling Yamaguchi to stop!

Yamaguchi has claimed the nickname his own, Tsukishima respects that to a great extent to tell others to stop.


Not to mention that everyone else in Tsukishima’s family respects Yamaguchi for all those years he’s been there and call him by his first name.

And that concludes for this, pardon me

Well This Was Unexpected

Don’t ask. I’m not sane. And I really needed a Will-meets-Hades fanfic like this

Meeting his son’s significant other on Halloween didn’t seem like a very good idea, but Hades thought it was a wonderful one. For instance, he could blend in with no problem. The several demigods hustling and bustling and moving around was a sign that that, at least, was definitely true. Hades learnt that although most demigods didn’t stay year round, several actually stayed over for Halloween. It must have been an interesting holiday.
Hades felt, as usual, out of place. His hair was as dark as tar and his eyes were the colour of coal, like his human disguise often was. He appeared to be around eighteen or so- just young enough that it wouldn’t be unnatural for a half blood but old enough that no one would mistake him for anyone else (namely, his son).

And oh, the sacrifices Hades made for his son. He had snuck onto Persephone’s tumblr blog in search for something fitting to wear, a true sacrifice because not only was the wifi in the Underworld unreasonably shitty that day (he would see Daedalaus about it later), but Hades did not know how the Tartartus one used Tumblr.

At any rate, there he was, in a suitably dark costume (that is to say.. disguise. Not a costume. Damnit).
Half-bloods wandered around in their several, colorful outfits, chattering and discussing things of no interest to the lord of the underworld. Some sat at a huge table, carving pumpkins (or occasionally chucking them at their cabinmates).

Lanterns. There were lanterns everywhere- not even the mordern ones, just the classic, candle-lit old ones that could set the entire camp on fire and send all those demigods to his realm if someone knocked one down accidentally.(He really hoped that wouldn’t happen- he’d been having enough dead people for the past few years, and it was annoying to have to sit through the judgements of mortal souls all day. He’d really rather just watch Netflix.) They lit the camp with a dim, unearthly and eerie glow which seemed to put everyone in an appropriate mood. The tables were decorated and coloured with trademark signs and symbols, which made it easy to recognise which table was which- there was so much colour and creativity, it hurt his eyes. And here he thought Halloween was supposed to be gloomy.

Hades drew his dark cloak around him, and pushed through hoards of demigods, moving toward the infirmary.

It was a modest building, but was impeccably clean. So much so that Hades almost felt self conscious stepping into it. Almost. He didn’t really care about making work for someone, but he didn’t want to blow his cover by dragging in a few specks of dust into the Infirmary. Maybe it was a camp no-no?

Thankfully, his entrance didn’t seem to disturb any order of events. The Infirmary was, unlike the rest of the camp, relatively free of decorstion. A few pumpkin paper designs hung from the wall, and the lights were replaced with lanterns, but that was it. Only two other demigods were inside; the younger one sniffling. He was obviously a son of Hephaestus; young, maybe eight, with calloused and rough hands and a bandage wrapped around arm. He wore a green mask and suit with a white symbol in the middle, and a boy stood tending to him.

Will Solace.

Hades didn’t know what he had expected. Throughout his long life, he’d met several sons of Apollo, and he thought he had an idea of what most appeared like. Will had the golden hair, like rays of sunlight. He had the tan, sun-kissed skin, the bright azure eyes like Egyptian lapis lazuli, but he wasn’t buff and muscular and the height of the Empire State building. In fact, he appeared rather young; fifteen at most. He wasn’t that tall either - perhaps the height of his son, or an inch or so taller. He was well toned; lean, but not muscular. A healer and not a fighter. Hardly as flashy as his father.

Will finished wrapping the bandage and stuck a small smiley face sticker on it. The son of Hephaestus’ eyes lit up and he hugged Will with his uninjured arm. Will smiled gently and ruffled his hair.

“There ya go, Harley. Be careful, all right? The pumpkin carving knives are for the pumpkins, not your skin. I’ll advice you not to play with anything sharp for a while, OK?”

Harley nodded and hopped down. “Thanks, Will!” He beamed.

“No problem,” Will said easily, his smile seeming to brighten the room. “Be careful. And tell Nico I’ll be back in a bit.”

Harley nodded enthusiastically and scampered off. On his way out, he froze, glanced at Hades, and then hurried off on his way out.
Will Solace turned to Hades. His eyes held no fear or worry, so he must not have recognised Hades.

Yet, Hades thought, eyes gleaming as eerily as the lanterns in the room. He couldn’t wait to see his reaction, as sadistic as it sounded.

“Is something the matter?” Will said, tilting his head with a hesitant smile of concern.

Hades opened his mouth- to spew threaths, to reveal his identity, to say gods knew what. But that was before Will Solace crossed the room and put the back of his hand against Hades’ forehead. Hades was effectively silenced, his jaw snapping shut. Will hissed and drew back his hand.

“Cold!” He said, frowning slightly. “Cold and pale,” he said, giving Hades a look that made him feel as if he were being scolded. The son of Apollo grabbed his hand and pulled him forward toward a bed before Hades could protest.


Hades sat. He wanted to protest- he, the Lord of the Underworld, would not take orders from a mortal son of a stupid sun god, but he wanted to see where this was going.

“Honestly,” Will sighed, ruffling through the medical supplies in the cupboard at the end of the room. Hades took in his outfit as he did this; he was dressed in dark robes, and a yellow and black scarf was wrapped neatly around his neck. A badger brooche that said ‘PREFECT’ was stuck to his chest.

“You probably have anemia. Gods all mighty, does no one care about their health nowadays? You also obviously haven’t been getting proper exposure of Vitamin D-”

Hades wanted to snort. There wasn’t much Vitman D down in the Underworld.

Will came back with a jar of pills and a glass of water.

“Swallow this, I’ll go search for some pills I might have and give you a prescription- Holy Dad, your immune system must be terrible! I haven’t had a case this bad for a while.” He shook his head disapprovingly and fixed Hades with a look that made him feel like his physical state was all his fault.
He was very bewildered- he hadn’t met someone who fussed over him and didn’t cower away for quite a few centuries, and he honestly wasn’t sure he liked being fussed over and told off for not having enough Vitman D or WBC in his godly system.

Hades cleared his throat. His dark eyes looked up to meet Will’s

The door of the Infirmary flew open. Nico di Angelo looked grumpier than ever. His eyes were narrowed in scowl, and the robes he wore dragged across the floor in an indignant fashion; the green and silver scarf around his neck was ruffled and clumsily tied.

“Nico,” Will greeted as he stuck a thermometer in Hades mouth. Hades felt a bubble of embarrassment and sudden anger; at himself for being led around, and the son of Apollo for making him obey. He attempted to spit out the device; Will shot him a sharp look, which he ignored.

Whatever words Nico was about to utter melted into on the tip of his tongue. His eyes widened as he took in Hades.

“Father?!” He said.

Hades gave him an apologetic, sheepish look. “I didn’t plan for it to go like this.”

Nico groaned into his hands. Will blinked.

“You knew?” He asked Will, sounded exasperated.

“Yes,” Will said, at the same time that Hades said, “No.”

They stared at one another. Will Solace was still not screaming around in fright. In fact, he appeared still very calm.

“You knew?!” Hades sputtered. “And yet you- you’re not scared? You took my measurements and talked about giving me a prescription and-”

“You what?” Nico said incredulously.

Will shrugged. “I could feel Lord Hades’ aura. Death doesn’t intimidate me; I’ve worked with patients on the brink of death several times. And plus- will all due respect, Lord Hades- the Underworld is your realm.” Will stuck the thermometer back in Hades’ mouth.

“The Camp Half Blood Infirmary,” Will continued, picking up a notepad and a pen, scribling some notes on it as Hades and Nico stared in shock and surprise respectively, “is mine. Anyone who enters is automatically my responsibility; be it a demigod, a saytr, or my boyfriend’s father. I’m sorry, but I’m just doing my job.” He squinted at Hades. “And before you leave, Lord Hades, you really need something warmer to wear. It’s cold out.”

“So how did it go?” Persephone asked, plucking the leaves of the seven thousand petaled lily she’d aquired as a gift from her mother.
Hades gulped down a blood replenishing pill and downed it with a glass of water. “Rather well, I suppose. He gave me a prescription, a scarf, a jar of Nutella, and an appointment next week.”

Persephone smiled. “So he’s worthy?”
Hades held up the jar of Nutella. He popped it open and stared at the chocolatey depths.

“He’ll do,” Hades replied, feeling strangely content.


Ajin Season 1 DVDs came with a drama CD!  (the second official drama CD)

Here’s Track 1!  It’s Kei and Kai.  Enjoy!

(It’s unlisted on YouTube, so if you want to find it again, bookmark it)

I'm noticing a trend amongst some black people whenever they speak about Michael Jackson and his kids

Before anyone says shit, let me say that I am a black man and a Michael Jackson fan so I should have a say in this whole thing. I noticed that whenever black folk (yes specifically black folk since they do this the most compared to other folk) want to question or doubt that Michael is the biological father of Prince, Paris and Prince II (Bigi/Blanket) they do one of two things: 

  1. They compare pics of his kids with him in the Thriller era. (Dark skin MJ before the vitiligo). 
  2. They compare pics of his kids with him with plastic surgery in the late 90s/2000s, post-vitiligo. 

Since they are basing their doubts whenever they do these things above, it seems to me that they have: 

  1. Disowned Michael since the BAD or Dangerous eras (when his skin was getting lighter due to vitiligo and NOT bleach). Or just pretended that the only Michael Jackson to exist was dark-skin Michael. 
  2. Never trusted Michael on any damn thing (ESPECIALLY after the child molestation allegations in 1993 and 2003 which were all proven to be bullshit PLUS his race).
  3. Thought that MJ hated being black (this pisses me off the most). Or that he’s too black and shouldn’t have white-passing/lighter skinned children (while totally ignoring that he married a white woman - Debbie Rowe - and had vitiligo which took his black skin over time) 

Can they just admit that they hate MJ? They never got the chance to rip him to shreds while he was alive so they express their hatred of him by attaching his seed (especially Paris, who’s on a roll right now in the modeling business). People were so pressed when Paris came out identifying as black despite her white passing appearance? 

How more mad would they be if Paris chose her whiteness over her blackness? WHITE-PASSING BLACK PEOPLE DO EXIST YOU KNOW!!! JUST BECAUSE THEY DON’T LOOK IMMEDIATELY BLACK OR DON’T “ACT BLACK” DOESN’T MEAN THAT THEY AREN’T BLACK. Nobody does this sort of shit to Sofia Richie (Lionel Richie’s daughter) who is white-passing as well, but everybody wanna crucify Paris just because….she’s MICHAEL’s child.

I and many others have spoken on this topic here, here, here, and here. Feel free to review them. Or just continue believing in the tabloid media’s lies about MJ and his kids that played y’all so much until the day MJ dropped dead. Keep in mind, those some tabloids were key in MJ’s downfall.