I don’t know how she did it. Fire She was shaking all over. It took her hours to put her make-up on. But she did it. Even the false eye-lashes. She ordered gin with triple limes. Then a limosine. Everyone knew she was the real heroine of Blonde on Blonde. oh it isn’t fair oh it isn’t fair how her ermine hair turned men around she was white on white so blonde on blonde and her long long legs how I used to beg to dance with her but I never had a chance with her oh it isn’t fair how her ermine hair used to swing so nice used to cut the air how all the men used to dance with her I never got a chance with her though I really asked her down deep where you do really dream in the mind reading love I’d get inside her move and we’d turn around and she’d turn around and turn the head of everyone in town her shaking shaking glittering bones second blonde child after brian jones oh it isn’t fair
how I dreamed of her and she slept and she slept forever and I’ll never dance with her no never she broke down like a baby like a baby girl like a lady with ermine hair oh it isn’t fair and I’d like to see her rise again her white white bones with baby brian jones baby brian jones like blushing baby dolls”
He said the graphic novel was sent to him with a note.
But we clearly saw him sitting in a limosine reading his novel.
He said that the 2nd unfinished graphic novel was “done much later”.
We know Rosewood Time is approx. Fall 2017 and Pastor Ted said “15 years ago” when he ran a camp for troubled boys, so 2002. At this time Charles was 13 to 14 years old. Born 1998. How do you feel telling someone, learning something “much later”? Remember Charles transitioned in Charlotte at the age of 16 = Two years And then they were working on this 2nd book only over e-mail?
Another solution is
CHILD RETURNS AS A LIE
Do I have to say more,… maybe about coconut falling from trees?
Léonard Limosin (French, about 1505 - 1575/1577) Allegory of Catherine de’ Medici as Juno, 1573, Polychrome enamel with painted gold highlights on copper and silver 16.8 x 22.9 cm (6 5/8 x 9 in.) The J. Paul Getty Museum, Los Angeles
Headcanons on Akashi attempted to woo a black exchange student who's put off by the extent of his wealth (she comes from more grounded means)
Akashi couldn’t figure out what he did wrong. He had bought and sent you dozens and dozens of roses, had driven to school in his finest limosine, and had even given you a personal shoutout at his last basketball game. Out of the few women he did anything for, everytime he did something lavish and expensive for you, you looked at him in annoyance. But Akashi was no more mad than he was confused. He couldn’t figure out what woman didn’t want a ride home or freshly cut flowers every now and again. You were from America but there couldn’t have been too much of a difference in the women, right? There couldn’t be a racial either… right?
Waiting at the school entrance, he called you over to ask why you had avoided his advances for so long.
“All that fancy shit, I don’t need it.” You sighed out as you waved your hand in dismissal at his question.
“I don’t like all that stuff, Ahkashi.” Akashi nodded and smiled a bit at how you said his name. Adding the extra syllable made him like the wrong pronunciation even more.
“I mean, it’s cool an’ stuff but all that.. those fancy cars and whatnot, it’s just not something I’m used to, y'know?” You tried to have a soft tone with him and he appreciated it but there was a barrier. You didn’t understand his intentions and he didn’t understand what you wanted. Two different worlds trying to come to together and meet in the middle.
“I was trying to court you.” He said in the best english he could.
“Court?…” The look on your face was an array of emotions - confusion, relaization, and again irritation.
“Okay. See? That’s what i’m talkin’ about. Court me? It’s not the 1800’s, dude.” You said shaking your head with a small laugh. Besides Akashi showing a small expression of bashfullness, he understood that even though your delivery was harsh, you were right. Maybe trying to “woo” and “court” was sort of outdated and the complete opposite of cool, which is what he wanted to appear like.
“Listen. I’m not tryina bust your balls or anything…” You placed your hand on his arm and squeezed.
“I’m just more… lowkey is all. All that high class stuff makes me feel out of place.” Akashi frowned but tried to understand. Maybe it was too much. He was pushing his own lifestyle on someone and didn’t take the time to see if they would be impressed or hurt by it. But maybe he didn’t need to impress a girl… he just needed to be himself.
“Just ask me on a date. Or invite me to practice. How about we play one-on-one basketball, sometime.” Ending your sentence with a small shrug, you looked at him with a meek smile and Akashi nodded in agreement.
“Alright. A simple date, then. No fancy car or expensive restaurant… Maybe just a burger and fries?” Akashi looked on hopeful and optismistic. This was going to be a first of firsts for him but he was willing to try.
Smirking you nodded and took out your phone.
“Yeah, that’s cool. I’m down. Gimme your number and i’ll text you.” Akashi pressed the numbers in your phone and felt such relief that it wasn’t a racial issue because honestly, he couldn’t let you leave Rakuzan feeling like you didn’t belong. And he also thought your afro was absolutely gorgeous.
Handing back your phone, Akashi sighed and gave a small smile for once. He may not know what busting someones balls meant or what lowkey was but he was willing to learn about your world… without the crowd of expensive things getting in the way.
“Cool. See you… on the flip side.” He said slowly, as if testing the words on his tongue. Giving a small head nod, he turned to walk away.
Diabolik Lovers ~Haunted Dark Bridal~ Subaru Sakamaki Maniac 3 Translation
(TL// My first translation I’ve ever made! This was fun but also pretty time consuming.. Please don’t put this translation anywhere outside of tumblr- link back to this post only. I don’t mind this being translated into other languages as long as you link back to my blog and ask for permission beforehand.\\)
Summary: When your friend drags you backstage at a bigbang concert, introducing you to Choi Seunghyun, a man that causes you to lose all sense and reason, what else is there to do, but act like nothing’s wrong…
Chapter Summary: Whenyou go to a live gig with Bigbang and they try to convince your friend to sing after you let slip that she’s pretty good, meaning you have to deal with the consequences.
Chapter Type: Fluff and some comedy (tiniest, miniscule amount of angst).
Disclaimer: Excited Jiyong and Emotional Daesung may make an appearance ;)