maybe this is a hint that i need to stop

  • Pitch Perfect hardcore fans: Just make PP3 charming and lowkey and funny like the first movie, and maybe some hints at Bechloe?
  • Universal: Yes yes yes, we hear you ladies, we know what you want. We’re gonna set this movie on an exotic island with a bunch of sailors, and Fat Amy’s gonna do stunts involving fight training, and there are going to be explosions, Ruby Rose will be there, there will be all new baby Bellas, and Beca’s gonna get a new hot male love interest. Oh, and also, Maroon 5′s gonna be in it! YOU’RE WELCOME.

THE last thing I want to see in this manga/anime is Chuuya dying because of corruption and Dazai commiting suicide afterwards. I already have read some posts regarding this matter. Anyway Im not sure if BSD is into tragedies but let me just drop this so I can let it all out of my mind. (warning:maybe too shippy but I didnt meant to,believe me) LOL

Dazai clearly states out that Chuuya will die if he uses corruption so Chu needs him around to nullify the ability. We also know how Dazai is so fond of trying to kill himself so at least its safe to assume that he knows THAT CHUUYA NEEDS HIM SO HE CANT DIE. He’s a man who longs for death and yet he always failed..or does something is trying to stop him? *hint* He knows he cannot die …YET. So if Chuuya died…

After four years of not seeing each other,Dazai told him he wants to die with a beauty (COUGHCHUUYAISABEAUTY) and Chuuya said he will allow him to die one day. Not to mention Chuuya always say he will kill Dazai but never did it even if he can,that could be translated as “one day I’ll be the reason of your death” *hint*

We are all fangirling about camellias on soukoku fanarts we also know its meaning:love,passion,admiration,longing etc…ignoring the fact that it also means death/funeral..what if Chuuya dies and Dazai commits suicide afterwards? is this why there’s shin soukoku so that they can succeed them?

“We need a new soukoku (shin soukoku) ” - Dazai

Double Black-Double Suicide??



I really wish the Duggars would stop with their publicized hopes for twins! The teaser that Jill pulled with Jessa’s baby’s heartbeat is ridiculous. She is a “trained” midwife and can’t tell if it is one heartbeat or two? And now Michelle hinting at maybe Jill going from 1 to 3 children all at once. If they have twins, they have twins! They need to show their incredibly thankfulness for the ONE beautiful life they are blessed with. Not always pining for what they don’t have…

Maybe I should let it go. Maybe I should stop holding on so tightly. Maybe I should face the facts and take a hint. Maybe I missed my time. Maybe my time is over. Maybe I screwed up so badly that there’s no getting past it. Maybe I need to stop thinking “what if”. Maybe just maybe I’ll be able to get over it. Maybe that’s what she wants. Maybe it’s not. Maybe is all I have to go off of. And Maybe is not enough.

I do not allow myself to think of love anymore.

The last of my loves became all of a sudden a ghost to me, and then I stopped caring about him anymore. Nothing happened–I loved him mostly from a great distance–but it was like he took away all sentiment from me…Or maybe, that I had waited, and waited, and waited for him until it killed me. Or maybe it was the newly found empowerment, the renewed sense of female strength. I, an independent woman, have no need of romance to get by this world.

Whichever that was, one day, I just stopped falling in love with people. It’s like a reflex, the aversion to having feelings. It was such a huge change, too. I remembered how much I used to write about love, about yearning, about pining after boys that could not even take a fucking hint. What a goddamn loser I had been, that I always loved wrong. The boys I loved, they never got to break my heart, and somehow, that’s even worse.

And then boys I did not love back started loving me, because the world thinks it’s funny that I should be obligated with feelings I could not care less about. I know I should be kinder, but they do not flatter me; they suffocate me. I want nothing to do with unsolicited confessions of love where I have nothing to gain except a diminished friendship and a gained reputation for being a choosy bitch when I’m not even that attractive–fuck that, I’ve heard all that before, and from my closest friends, no less, so expect no less from my shriveled, decaying heart.

New Year’s Eve, though, I was told to message you. I wanted to, of course, and by the time my friend said the last syllable in your name I was already composing the words. “Hey, you. Thanks for being a dear this year. I didn’t expect you to follow up on me after graduation, and so that kind of makes me feel a little special. So thank you for that.” I kind of liked you, I guess, enough that I stuck around your many, many, sociopolitical questions, so many that you’ve driven me insane–me, of all people.

Then again, I completely forgot about you that night. I wasn’t drunk, or ridiculously occupied. I even wrote “Get a boyfriend” on my bullet journal that night, but not once did your name cross my mind again. I remembered you on the third of January, and that’s when I knew: I kind of liked you, I guess, but not enough.

I guess you liked me back, too, considering the circumstances of our strange setup, but not enough either. So we’re even.

Sometimes, I allow myself to think of love again, like tonight. Fighting back the urge to cringe so far back into my soul at the mere mention of it, anyway. God, I’m so desensitized to the idea of it all, no thanks to the bastardization of feelings brought about by the insipid, inutile “hugot” and its miscellany. 

But sometimes the yearning wins over the embarrassment. Sometimes I am human again, permitted to feel the full spectrum of emotions, among them jealousy and fear that I have not felt anything significant for anyone over the last two years.

The funny thing was you were everything: you were brilliant, and kind, and infuriatingly curious about the world. And the world which you were infuriatingly curious about decided to pay us back with lukewarm sentiment for each other–or for you, if this was not reciprocated.

Either way, you deserved more, and I needed something else.


So for those that didn’t catch on to Roman Reigns promo last night, he acknowledged that his promos are bad.  Just look at the subtle hint in his body language after he said, “I know that wasn’t easy for me to say that!”

Maybe people need to stop blaming Roman Reigns for all his promos, instead blame Vince.  Vince is known to micromanage everything and give heavily scripted promos to his wrestlers.  Roman’s simply doing everything Vince TOLD him to say and do.

If this was any other wrestler, you guys would be blaming the WWE for it.  Use your common sense.