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Pandora Hearts vs. Vanitas no Carte

Aka. long-ass rant about VNC and PH accompanied by the total amount of zero (0) screencaps from the canon material, also featuring my poor grammar skills (for which I’m endlessly sorry) and the bits and scraps of knowledge on fiction / art I happen to posses.

Okay. First of all, I made this post solely so that I can babble about VNC in comparison to Pandora Hearts, because that’s what they taught me in high school – if you have one author and the said author has at least two works, then not talking about both of those works at once is just a waste of a perfectly good opportunity to fill up your essay with a lot of meta with the minimal effort. And I just can’t walk past a chance like that without a second glance. Not that this rant would lead anywhere (I also don’t have any cool theories to share, which is honestly pitiful and keeps me up at night), but still. Here I go and, by the way, I’m taking spoilers with me.

Quick TL;DR before we start: Jun Mochizuki’s progress as a storyteller is just insane and she should be prayed for in the dark times of art / writer’s block.

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anonymous asked:

Okay so I'm a big ass pushover and I'm a lesbian. There was a boy who had a crush on me and he asked me out. Me being the pushover that I am, I said yes. We "dated" for a few months and then I told him that I was a lesbian. He suddenly became very mean and started to be cold whenever I talked to another girl or boy. He told me that I couldn't date anyone else but him because I was too ugly and he was the only one who loves me. He's now been hurting me. He punches and kicks me. What should I do?

i know its hard to stand up for yourself but like thats already borderline abusive not to mention extremely possessive? Its unhealthy!! For both of you, especially to you. If you’re not sure about breaking up with him alone, have a friend nearby! Anyone to support you tbh get it to him straight, if he’s not treating you right whats the point of staying

OKAY also I have somewhat good news, or at least I hope it will lead to good news! I talked to my mum about it and she said that tomorrow when I have a therapist appointment she will come in with me and talk to my therapist about getting an appointment with a psychiatrist in another city, one that will actually take me seriously and help with my symptoms!!! I’m kind of nervous because I’ve had such bad luck with doctors that I’m afraid they won’t like me or take me seriously again… Or worse that they’ll be like my current psychiatrist and cause an outright break down. But I have hope too!!! Maybe I can get some actual answers about what’s going on inside my brain now!!!!

BMC Somebody to Love Me (Expensive Headphones); Two Dudes in a Bathroom

Jake glared from across the lunchroom as he came through the door. Michael sat in his spot at their lunch table, next to Rich as he talked to Jenna. This was a little too close for his comfort, especially with the way he stared at Rich. Taking a sip of his slushie he tapped Rich on the shoulder, saying something that made him laugh. Getting up from the table he walked into the men’s restroom with Jake following close behind.


“Okay, listen to this one, what’s better then roses on a piano?” The beginning of the lunch period had been spent between the group telling the dumbest jokes they could think of when Michael remembered I’ve he heard from Jeremy a few days ago.

“I don’t know, what?”

“Tu-lips on an organ.” Rich laughed as Jenna made a face before she realized the pun.

“Oh, ew gross.”

“Hey, I will have you know that it’s a clever play on words.” As Michael said this he felt his stomach move. “Be right back.”

“Sure,” Rich watched as Michael walked over to the restrooms before turning back to Jenna.


Unzipping his pants Michael almost jumped when the door opened. He hated using the urinal but the stall was broken. In came Jake Dillinger, taking the one right next to Michael who tried not looking at him.

‘Why the hell is he so close? There’s literally three other stalls he could have taken, not next to me. What if he talks to me?’

Trying to avoid this Michael hurried, quickly pulling up his pants as he went over to the sink.

“Yo, Michael right?”

‘Shit, he’s talking to me…’

“Yeah?” He didn’t look over, focusing on his hands.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Uh, sure?”

“How often do you hang out with other people’s boyfriends?”

“What?” Michael was surprised when he looked up to see Jake standing behind him in the mirror. “Jesus!”

“I want you to stay away from Rich.”

“Stay away fr-what are you talking about?”

“I saw you this morning, you had his jacket.”

“Yeah, he left it in my car last night,” Michael’s back was to the sink as Jake got closer to him making him nervous as he saw the angry look on Jake’s face. “It’s just a jacket, nothing to get upset over-” Michael tried pushing past him but was surprised when Jake punched him in the stomach. Falling to the ground Michael found himself gasping for air as Jake kneeled down.

“I saw you staring at him and I don’t like that. You’re going to go down to the nurse’s office and not talk to Rich for the rest of the day, capiche?” Michael nodded his head as Jake got up and left the bathroom.


Rich looked at the empty seat right next to him wondering where Michael went when he felt two hands cover his eyes as a kiss was planted on his cheek.

“Guess who.”


“And we have a winner!” He removed the hands, sitting down next to Rich.

“Hey, where were you today? I didn’t see you in Shop today.”

“I was busy, stuff to do. Things to get rid of. Who’s drink is this?” Looking over Rich saw his boyfriend holding a 7/11 slushie cup.


“Where is he? He went to use the bathroom like five minutes ago.” Jenna asked noticing Michael’s now filled space.

“Aw man, just got out of the bathroom when I heard someone in the stall barfing.”

“Maybe we should go check on him-”

“Dude he’s probably fine.”

“But what-” Jake moved his left arm around Rich’s waist with a tight squeeze.

“Rich he’s probably fine.” Not wanting to argue Rich leaned into the hold when he remembered something.

‘Didn’t they close the stall down?’

Who the fuck put an S in the word lisp

one thing that really stresses me out is when someone cant understand me and i have to repeat myself and i dont know if they genuinely cant understand me or if they’re making fun of the way I talk cause I have a lisp and whatever and it’s just really??? Hurtful?? That i actually have to worry about that cause people are assholes so dont mock how people talk okay because we dont have another voice to speak with. 

multi-villain-imagines  asked:

30 from list one with Snart x Reader please 😊 maybe with a bit of sexual tension between them 😏

I combined it with another request, hope that’s okay. Hopefully you like it.

prompts “I know you want me” (anonymous request) and  “Is that anyway to talk to your rescuer”

nothing explicit, mentions of a stalker ex, implied violence against said ex


       I know you want me to come over tonight. Your ex keeps sending you text messages, you were going to have to change your number. Ugh, why can’t he take a hint. Bad enough you have to sit here after hours working on the paperwork that the damn bank manager couldn’t be bothered to do himself, now booty call texts. You should turn the damn phone off.

      After two hours you were finally done, you placed everything on your Boss’s desk, then locked his office. You started back for your desk when you heard foot steps, you knew it wasn’t the janitorial staff they weren’t in until tomorrow. And Jake rarely leaves his post monitoring the security cameras.

   Instinct told you to hide, so you did under your desk, pulling your chair under it as much as possible to keep hidden. “I thought I heard something over here.”

      “There’s no one here, Len.”

      “So it would seem.” The first voice close to your desk, you heard some rustling sounds like someone going through something like a purse, Shit, you left your purse on your desk. You managed to stay quiet long enough to hear footsteps leaving, but you weren’t sure if both the guys had left. To be on the safe side you stayed under the desk longer trying to figure out how to get to your phone.

     You nearly screamed when the desk chair was pulled away from the desk slowly. Dark pants in front of you as someone sits in your chair. “You are a quiet little kitten, aren’t you? Don’t say anything, I’d rather my partner not see you.” The man had a pleasant voice. He handed your purse down to you. “I need you to stay here and wait until we are done. Can you do that for me, kitten? Tap my shoe if you understand.” You cautiously tapped his shoe. “Good girl. I’m keeping your phone though, too tempting to call for the authorities.”


     The two men had been very thorough at clearing out the more valuable items in the vault. Apparently, they had knocked Jake out, when he came to he called the authorities and went looking for you to make sure you were okay. Hours later, you were finally able to go home, once they realized you couldn’t give much information to help the case.

       Once inside your apartment you kicked off your heels, shoving your keys in your purse, before dropping it on the coffee table. Plopping down on the couch, sinking back into the cushions, “I need a drink.”

        “Long day, kitten?” The voice from the bank. You hadn’t notice the man sitting on your couch next to you.

         Your patience with the day had evaporated, “How did you find my home?” The man held up your license. “Oh.” He smirked at you. “I’d like you to leave, now.” You attempted to sound braver than you felt.

         “Is that any way to talk to your rescuer? Don’t you think I should be rewarded?”

         “You robbed where I work. That isn’t a rescue, sitting under a desk praying not to be noticed.”

          “It was for your own good. My partner was grumpy tonight. But I am not referring to that, kitten.” The man held up your phone. “I just rescued you from a stalker, (Y/n).”

           “Frank.” You frowned.

           “He said some impolite things. Ungentlemanly, things. I sent my partner to correct his behaviour.” You didn’t really know how to respond, so you just said thank you. “Now about my reward, kitten.” He ran a finger along your jaw.          

Change of plans

Okay everyone, so I talked with @sylvysprit about the differences between some Touhou songs and she told me that there were in fact differences between the Mystic Square Music Room songs and the Akyu’s Untouched Score songs. 

So I listened more carefully to these and I’ve noticed that some of the posts I reblogged with the PC-98 soundtracks are not the ones from the MS Music Room but the ones from Akyu’s Untouched Scores. 

This means I’m gonna delete all the reblogs of those PC-98 soundtracks and post them myself and from now on I won’t be reblogging PC-98 soundtracks anymore. I will post them myself just to be 100% that there won’t be any more mistakes. 

This will take some time. Sorry for any created confusion! 

P.S. I won’t delete them NOW, but in the span of one week.

anonymous asked:

Okay so my crush iS SO INNOCENT?? LikE IM The total opposite of him I'm Tumblr, late night not normal at all, chubby and then he's just mostly innocent, athletic, nice, can actually talk in public with no sweat?? But all da girls like him and I just am so different from the girls that like him they've won beauty pageants I'm not even kidding, but yeah my crush is just a smol bean (but he's tall Oo) and I like him a LOT he's so cute :)


I took Frankie to my friends house today and she sat on my shoulder while we shaved my friends head. She wouldn’t leave my shoulder but apart from that she seemed to have fun. She was even grrping along with us occasionally when me and my friend were talking. She got one fly away fright from the toilet flushing but she ran straight back to me. We did a lot of cuddling. She seems to be doing okay.

I’m doing good too. Shit things in life don’t really get me too down anymore. There’s no point dwelling on things that will make me sad. Especially if they happen so often lol!

Hope u and ur bbs are all doing well! Sorry for the ignored messages, I’m kinda falling away from Tumblr a bit for lots of different reasons. But I have a 4 week break from uni now so I might be able to share a but more :)

anonymous asked:

So like one time I was in a book store and this guy who had to be at least 25 if not older came up to me and introduced himself and started talking to me and shit and I was okay w it yknow he was cute and I'm 21 so same age rage. Anyway he eventually asked something about my school and I told him I was majoring in English and he looked so surprised and he was like '???? You're in college??? I thought you were like fifteen!' And I just? INTERNAL CRINGING ??!!??! And that's why I hate Sh*dge ew ew

Oh that’s fucking gross

me, after staring at diego luna elysium gifs for way too long: Okay, listen… 

  • Cassian has a tattoo. Definitely. Somewhere. It’s well hidden, but it’s there. 
  • He had never actually planned to get one, but sometimes during undercover missions *things* happen and you have to make the best of them. 
  • So, if he can’t get around this, he opts for something small, something inconspicuous, like an old Festan proverb that his mother used to say. 
  • It’s perfect because its not something everyone can understand and only he knows its full meaning.
  • The words twist and curl over his left shoulder blade and he’s been carrying them with him ever since shortly after his sixteenth birthday.
  • At first they’d been new and unfamiliar, but as the years pass they’re always there and at some point they just become a normal part of his body. 
  • That’s why he doesn’t right away understand what’s going on when Bodhi starts to flail and nearly falls off the bed when Cassian pulls his shirt off. 
  • After he’s calmed down, Bodhi doesn’t ask. But Cassian can see he wants to know. So he tells him.
  • About what little he still remembers of his mother. About the first mission he’d been assigned to alone. About the first mission that had nearly cost him his life. About the first time he’d pulled the trigger. About the shabby bar and the sting of the near blunt needle. About the true meaning of the words inked into his skin.
  • When he’s finished, Bodhi says nothing. He just looks at him, eyes wide and understanding, then slowly raises his hand in a silent request for permission to touch. Cassian nods. 
  • After that no more words are needed.
An inspiring story ...

This is one of the story that you don’t really believe that happened…

Today, for me especially, was a day that marked me, I was in mall when I heard a young lady on phone saying something like she can’t make it to interview, she was something like okay, it happens…I didn’t cared too much at that moment, after some several minutes i went out to enjoy my drink when i saw poor dog in the sun waiting for the end… I gave him the last piece of bread(like the one with some seeds). After some minutes I saw the young lady who was talking on the phone about the interview coming with some dog-collar and a hand of Purina. I was impressed that someone didn’t went to an interview to help a poor dog and gave him a new life. 

I just wanna say thank you for doing this ! 

Okay but like
In this part of the video when Dan was like “oh I’ve only looked good in like 4 pics ever with my curly hair (LIES)” Phil didn’t necessarily know what pics he was talking about (get ma drift)
Idk I just like to think that Phil went “okay Dan’s emo hair pic… YES I KNOW EXACTLY WHICH ONE MY FAVE OMG BLESSSSSS”
Ya get me?

anonymous asked:

i feel sad when you don't notice me :(

Okay I get messages like this sometimes and they make me a little uncomfortable and I’ll tell you why I am no one special.

I’m just an 18-year-old girl who is passionate about writing and a lot of other things, I’m not anyone who you need to treat differently to talk to, you don’t need to come to me and beg me to talk to you or notice you. Literally just dm me and start a conversation, talk to me about something you think we have in common. You don’t have to treat me as anything more than another person on this website. Being a writer doesn’t make me better than other people. So please don’t send me asks like this, just talk to me. Understand that sometimes I get busy and might not reply straight away, and there may be a big time difference between us but eventually, I will be able to talk to you. You don’t need to be all formal with me when you talk, if you see me talk about something you enjoy message me about it! Just talk to me like the regular person I am please!

Okay, one thing!

To be honest, the lousy twin-plot and aaaaaallllll the impossible stuff (like underground buildings and stuff) didn’t even annoy me the most.

It was the fact that I had to watch these girls grow up for years, just to see how they all turned out to be boring as f*ck, with their marriage & baby -talk/plans all the time. Jesus, they’re still in their early twenties! Get real!! 

“So.” Charlie sits down at the table and stares at me. “The wandering magician let me know about last night. Poop gathered from pigeons and you’re - ah - attempted adventure of it on me.”

“Which Honcho said nope to you know!”

“I know. But I checked tumblr, and people on it also said no.”

“Ooh! I thought @feverfewm was doing a tricking, like when people say a Jay should only have two lunches!”

“So telling you to not have an adventure was telling you to have one?”

“Uh-huh! Reverse-jaysome doesn’t work on a Jay!”

“…. next time, talk to me or Honcho before doing such things.”

“Even if the adventure is with you?!”

“Oh, we’ll make sure to be surprised.”


anonymous asked:

Hey I love ur blog sm. Random question (and Ik u probably don't care) but do u think I should make a gorillaz blog?? I love them sm and I have basically dedicated my Tumblr time to stalking gorillaz accounts but I don't write or do art so idk if I'm worth making an account..? Srry for bothering u I just wanna be apart of the fandom and like talk in those discords or whatever but idk if people will ever want me there or notice me. Okay again sorry

Dude. My friend…pal. A couple of things.

1. Yes, if you want to delegate your Gorillaz content to one blog, please do! I am 200% more inclined to follow/interact with a blog if they are solely a Gorillaz blog as I can’t be bothered by content I am not fixated on. I love and appreciate all blogs that are just Gorillaz as I know that is hard to maintain especially if you have others.

2. Wanting to interact with other fans more is an even better reason. So, again, please do so! Believe me, all anyone wants to do is to talk, make friends, and have a good time. Even if you think you have “nothing to add” (look at me: unoriginal memes, simplistic and generally shit writing, crap amateur art…I’ve gained more than 600 followers in less than a month by just being myself, which is the case for most of the blogs I come across and enjoy!) Just do it bro

3. Like I said earlier, just be ya crazy self. I guarantee if you are genuine, kind, receptive, and have a sense of humor, you will make lots of friends!! You can’t do that if you don’t put yourself in situations to facilitate it. Join all the damn discords, message all the people you follow, just interact and interact because we’re all just randos at the end of the day who are shy but desperate to talk to other people about this stupid friggin band!!!

4. feel free to talk to me if you make the Gorillaz blog, I’ll make sure you have at least one person to talk to even though I am not very interesting or good at conversation!! In conclusion, follow your dreams my dude

anonymous asked:

Okay so the recent string of anon ship hate has me thinking why hate someone over ship i thought we were all part of the supernatural family family means you love each other no matter what ship or no ship

You want the nice answer or the honest one? I’ll give you both. 

The honest answer, my lovie, is that PEOPLE ARE ASSHOLES. I honestly think that because they can hide behind a gray circle they feel like they can do and say whatever they want. Which… guess what? THEY CAN. Don’t make ‘em any less assholes. Just means you can’t call ‘em out by name. (but surprise surprise, sometimes you can *wink*)

Anyway, the nice answer is: I’m not really sure. I wish to hell we could all just leave each other alone. there is literally no reason to fight over ships or writing or whatever. If you don’t like something, move along. It’s called scrolling. It’s really not hard. 

I don’t ship a lot of things, but I’m sure I ship things people do not. For example, here are the SPN Ships I sail:

#1 forever and always : Destiel! 

followed by: Megstiel, Wincest (if written by a certain amazing person, but not in general). Dean x Tessa the Reaper. Sam x Beka. That’s it folks! Ya wanna come at me? Bring it. But it’s not gonna change the fact that I think Cas and Dean are soulmates. Or that Dean and Tessa would have made amazingly adorable nephillum babies, or that Meg 2.0 is the sexiest creature ever and Cas shoulda moved some furniture around with her. Or that Sam and I are destined to be together forever. Not gonna change my mind ONE FUCKING BIT. 


Okay, hear me out: Pantsona 5 AU

I bet this sounds stupid to everyone involved, but a group of my friends were talking about
, and I said that I wanted to draw Ryuji in a some of those. One friend kept drawing him in more pairs of pants, and we, mostly me, were dying inside.
All of the personas are pants. In order to summon it, you have to rip off your pants, similar to ripping off your mask.
this is so stupid but amazing and im sorry for wasting any of your time

OMG OK LET ME LEARN Y'ALL A THING. My friend told me about this guy named Sufjan Stevens and all I can say is WHY IS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT HIM.

Okay so first, he is such a pure lil bean. He’s a Christian but get this– HE’S NOT SEXIST, HOMOPHOBIC, TRANSPHOBIC, RACIST, ISLAMOPHOBIC, OR APHOBIC. I know right??? He just loves Jesus a whole hecking lot and it’s so freaking cute. He’s also this cute shy lil mouse boy and he barely does interviews because he has anxiety. Just a lil flower boy with no time for neurotypical BSery.

SECOND. He writes the most ADORABLE, PURE, SQUEE-WORTHY mlm music. Like seriously, put that shit on your fic-writing playlists and you will be writing some cute-ass fluff in no time. He just loves boys a lot and it makes my heart so big and full.

THIRDO. He is a STEAL. Seriously, I have high standards and I would go frickledy-frack on him in like three seconds flat if I was even in the same room as him. Those blue-green eyes. Those delectable lips. Whew, is it sweaty in here or is that just me?

FOURTHERLY. He and his gay opera friend Nico Muhly are way too cute for words and I am frankly disappointed that the Tumblr fandom crew hasn’t made any ship content whatsoever. If they aren’t dating I am going to be literally shattered. My poor heart can’t take all the cuteness.

IN CONCLUSION! Listen to Sufjan Stevens or the Tumblr gods will smite you.

Originally posted by animemhex