now you all know why i never answer questions

anonymous asked:

I know you can't answer this question right now since companion fic and all, but how in the WORLD hasn't Victor noticed that Yuuri is shy/anxious? They lived together for A WEEK!! And talked outside a competition setting! Like I understand why people who never talked to Yuuri can mistake him as aloof, but Victor??? I can't wait to see Yuuri from Victors pov. Maybe he is just as blind as Yuuri when it comes to important social interactions?

Viktor knows Yuuri a lot better than many other people and doesn’t have the same misconceptions but you wouldn’t necessarily assume Yuuri as medicated anxiety from how he acts, especially if, like Viktor, you don’t have much experience with anxiety or people with it

HOW are you my dear follower?

Hey lovely you! :-)

Some of you have been following my blog for years and yet most of us never connect - which is why we are all here in the first place isn’t it?  

So I want to know, for real, HOW ARE YOU?

  • How are you feeling?
  • What are you struggling with right now?
  • Where are you at with your goals?
  • What’s giving you joy?
  • What is your main focus now?

If you can see this post - I’m talking to you!  Don’t leave me hanging.

Hit the new reply button to respond. Also, check out what other’s are saying and respond to them or send them a message if you can relate. Many of us crave for more interaction and messages, and yet we don’t take any initiative ourselves. We feel alone yet there’s thousands & thousands of us feeding from the same pictures for a reason: we are in the same boat - let’s talk! :-)  

So how are you?

you truly don’t know how much someone means to you until you spend time away from them. at night, is when i feel it the most. i can feel it in my veins, and in my bones. sometimes i dont want to feel anything. but why? daily questions i ask myself. and never get answers to. i miss her. i miss her in the day and i miss her at night. all those times i spent with her, i should have kissed you longer, and held onto you tighter. i shouldve cherished every second with you. because now i miss you and i’d do anything to hold you.

Since I’ve been putting these off for awhile, here- have two.

Tagged by @taeqyung, thank you love!

I was tagged by @hobihun and squealed when I was first reading the questions, haha. I really wanted to answer them<3

who was your first bias and who is your current one?
Taemin stole my heart. Now? I don’t even know, man. It was Taehyung for the longest time but who knows anymore

why did you get into kpop?
I ended up watching SHINee’s Lucifer MV and was dazzled by Taemin in all his long-hair gloriousness. I had never seen someone so beautiful and wanted to learn more to I got sucked into SHINee, then EXO, and the rest is history haha.

if you could join any kpop group, who would you choose?
Seventeen or Sistar tbh

if all your biases proposed to you, who would you pick?
Every single one? I’d have to go with Hakyeon because we match each other very well. Well, him or Henry tbh

if you could be in a fanfic, what genre would it be?
Non-Aus are fun, definitely a lot of fluff, perhaps light angst with a happy ending? 

what mythological creature would you be if you had the chance?
Mermaid for sure

supernatural!au or mafia!au
Depends on what kind of supernatural we’re talking about but probably mafia anyway because I’m all about that life haha

which kpop idol would you switch bodies with?
Sungjong- how to be that beautiful is beyond me

if you could have any idol as a pocket sized companion, who would you pick?
Jimin, Bambam, or Ten 

which idol would you want as a sibling? 

Jeno!

if you were able to say five words to your bias, what would you say?
I hope you’re very happy

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I hope everyone is having a good night. I just wanted to say I’m sorry for my sporadic blog and I’m sorry if you think my quality has dropped. Also I’m hella single and HELLA thirsty so pls pls pls pls hmu. I have an ask box and I don’t get anything anymore :P also very shallow confession/confusion. My followers keep going up but I used to average 200000 notes a month but now I average like 60000. Do you not like me anymore? Honest answers. Also another important question. We all know that I don’t find myself attractive. 80% of guys call me attractive/stunning/gorgeous/sexy on Grindr yet I never get guys in real like. How/why? Do I believe them. How do I let people know I’m gay. Do I have to wear a sign? Important questions. End rant.

Matt Imagine (Reasons)

Matt Imagine (Reasons)
Request: Could I please get a Matt imagine where you get hate because you’re black?
I really don’t understand why you guys would want an imagine about y/n getting hate especially because of your race. I mean I understand that it happens all the time but why would you want that? Someone please answer my question actually… I will still write this imagine but I really would like to know…

UNEDITED BTW
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Boy am I glad that I am not home right now. In fact I am about 2500 miles away from home. I live on the East Coast in Pennsylvania but I’m visiting my boyfriend, Matt, along with his friends over my break. East Coast has been getting some really cold weather and they are supposed to get a storm soon. I was never one for cold, however I did always say that cold was better than hot, because you can only take so much off of you but you can put as many coats or blankets etc. on top of you as you need. But the way LA was treating me right now; I was pretty happy.
“Y/N!” I hear Matt shouting in a sing-songy voice from throughout the condo. I don’t make any move from my comfortable position on my bed. I merely open my eyes a bit and avert them towards the bedroom door waiting for it to burst open with Matt behind it.
I could hear him coming up the stairs…5, 4, 3, 2, 1
“GOOD MORNING,” Matt says with a huge smile on his face as he comes over to me. Despite the fact that I am not a morning person I can’t not smile at Matt. He comes over and sits on the bed before sprawling himself on top of me resulting in an umph coming out of my mouth.
“Why–are you–so heavy!” I shout as I try to move myself out from under him and I can feel his body shake as he laughs.
“It’s all muscle babe,” He says as he rolls over so he is closer to my face before giving me a kiss then getting up. I roll my eyes as he shuts the door, allowing me to get dressed, but I can’t help the smile that makes its way onto my face and I have to bite my lip to keep myself from smiling like an idiot.
“Well y/n, time to get up,” I say to myself as I push the covers off of my body and kind of roll off the bed.
You see I have this thing where I don’t like sitting up in the morning and so I always think it’s a better idea to just roll off the bed but I have to avoid hitting my head on the nightstand so I end up twisting my body; which only makes getting out of bed so much harder…. And I never learn from it. It’s a daily occurrence but hey we all have our flaws…mine being that I can’t get out of bed logically. Stop talking to yourself y/n.
I make my way into bathroom connected to my bedroom and I run my hands over my face. I let my arms stretch out before washing my face and brushing my teeth. I walk out of the bathroom and open up my suitcase. I have this thing for unpacking. No matter how long I’m staying I don’t like to unpack because it’s just a hassle later when I have to leave and I might lose something or I won’t be able to fit everything back in.
I walk over to my phone and check the weather to see what I should wear. Ignoring all of the tweets and comments I get from being Matt’s girlfriend I am able to check the weather as 75 degrees. I can work with that. 

I throw on a tealish colored t-shirt that says CALIFORNIA COLLEGE with a pair of black opaque tights, followed by denim shorts and a black beanie that says ‘AIN’T NO WIFEY’. I slip on a couple of rings before I walk out and head towards the kitchen. I never actually did get to check the time. When I enter the kitchen I see Matt sitting at the counter with his back faced towards me. I quietly tip toe towards him as not to let him hear me before I seize his shoulders in my hands jerking him forward a bit and shouting “Ah!” in his ear. I was quite satisfied with the yelp I received from him. I let go of his shoulders trying to contain my laugh but it wasn’t much help and only resulted in a huge fit of laughter. Matt stood up from his stool and eyed me trying to look mad but I could see the smile on his face. He started walking towards me and my laughter died down because I had no idea whatsoever of what he would do next. Every step forward he took I took a step back, however eventually I ran into the counter, which didn’t feel that great, putting me to a halt. I let out a small gasp when my lower back made contact with the counter but Matt continued making his way toward me.
When he finally reached me he put both hands on either side of me on the counter and just stared at me. It felt like 15 minutes but the whole process was probably no more than 30 seconds.
He leaned in close to my face then let his lips trail from my jawline to my ear with sweet kisses before whispering, “You need to change because we’re going to the beach,” before pulling away with a smirk on his face. My mouth fell open as I glared at him.
“But that takes effort and I worked hard on this outfit,” I complained. He chuckles and I see a smile replace his smirk.
“I know babe, and you look beautiful, but  I don’t think you would want to go to the beach in that, tell me if I’m wrong and I’ll get changed and we can head out now,” He says like he is totally serious and I try to suppress a smile.
“Fine, I’ll go get changed,” I finally say and I turn around and head back upstairs to get changed. I found a simple black bikini and put it on before putting my t-shirt and shorts back on.

I then grabbed a pair of flip flops

I came down the stairs and Matt was dressed, standing by the door waiting for me. I smiled at him as I grabbed a pair of sunglasses before following him out to the car. I got into the passenger’s side and Matt got into the driver’s side, obviously, who else was going to drive the car? And we were off.
We got to the beach and set up the cute little towel stuff and then went to go frolic in the water like the two year olds that we are.
I’m standing in the water walking slowly, because I don’t know how far I deep I can go when suddenly something grabs my leg and pulls me under. My scream was muffled by the water that soon surrounded my body but I quickly rose to the surface to see a rather hysterical Matt.
“MATTHEW ESPINOSA!” I shouted trying to glare at him but he was just trying not to laugh so hard, which wasn’t helping me so much.
“Yes, y/f/n?” He asks innocently causing me to roll my eyes. I tried to make my way over to him as fast as possible but I’m not that agile out of water so me in water isn’t too great either. When I finally reach him, he has a rather amused expression on his face.
“Don’t judge me,” I exclaim to him lightly swatting his chest, causing a laugh to emerge from his throat.
“I would never judge my own girlfriend,” He says sarcastically but I just played along with it.
“I know babe.”
At this point I was rather 'watered’ out so I went to sit back on the towels on the beach while Matt remained close by. I decided to pretty much cloud watch. However as I am lying down I can hear the people who are passing me and I can also hear what they are saying. Let’s just say a lot of them are not nice comments and they hurt a lot.
“Isn’t that Matt’s girlfriend?”
“Yeah, but I don’t know why.”
“What do you mean?”
“Why is he dating a black girl? Like there are way prettier people out there.” Ouch! I mean it’s one thing to say it behind my back but at least be woman enough to say it to my face. I sat up from where I was lying down and looked around to see where the voices had been coming from and I spotted two girls looking at me and talking amongst one another. When we met eye contact they instantly looked away. BINGO!
I decided to play nice first so I got up and walked over to them.
“Hi I’m y/n, what are your names?” I ask with a smile on my face that I hoped didn’t look fake.
“We know who you are,” One of the girls said which took me aback at how forward she was.
“Okay, um, well I just wanted to say that despite there being maybe about 15 feet between where I was lying down and where you are standing, I can still hear everything you were saying about me, and I don’t appreciate your racist comments,” I tell her as nicely as possible but I was sure to let her know that I was not happy with my tone. She looked a little surprised at my forwardness but didn’t display it for long.
“I wasn’t being racist I was stating a fact,” She states.
“Oh I see, so when you said 'why is he dating a black girl?’ that wasn’t racist, alright. Guess I’ll have to brush up on my definitions because that’s not what I learned in school, graduating class of…what year is that? Oh yeah 2014,” I tell her with anger emanating from my voice.
“It’s not racist, because I said that there were more prettier people out there,” She defends.
“Okay first of all, no, second of all don’t defend yourself with another insult. Now I don’t care if you hate on me because you mean nothing to me, but to hate on my race based on who I am as a person is not okay. If you said why is he dating 'that’ black girl that doesn’t make it okay because now you’re judging me based on my race, but now you’re specifying that you mean me, not every african american girl out there. But for you to say why is he dating a black girl is putting all black women into one category right there, but if you were to specify that it was me, I would still be pissed at you because that is just rude, but then it’s just about you and me, and not about my race and you. So check yo self before you open that mouth of yours because one day someone won’t be as nice to you and you will get punched,” I vent before I walk away with a satisfied smile on my face. That felt good. As I get back to the beach towels I see Matt with a confused expression on his face.
“What did I miss?” He questions.
“Just some ignorant fan who doesn’t know the meaning of racist,” I tell him with a sigh and I saw his expression sour. Matt knew I got hate about my race and it pissed him off to no extent.
“Let’s go home, it’s getting late,” He mumbles and my face morphs into one of confusion but I was getting tired anyway so I help him pack up and we head home.
When we arrive home he heads straight to his studio room and shuts the door.
“Okay,” I say to myself….
*5 hours later*
Matt finally emerged from his studio looking pretty happy with himself.
“What did you do?” I asked him warily.
“Something that needed to be done,” He said with a smile before yawning. “I think I’ll go to bed now babe,” He says before kissing my forehead.
“I’ll be up at some point,” I tell him as I head down to the kitchen to do some research work. I curl up on one of the kitchen chairs and set my laptop in front of me as I edit my research paper that is due in a couple weeks.
*DING*
1 new e-mail
I check the time and realize it has been 3 hours since I started editing and decided I could take a small break. I open the e-mail and see that Matt has just posted a new YouTube video. Funny? I didn’t know about that. He usually tells me about his videos.
I click on it and it opens up in a new tab.

WHY I LOVE MY GIRLFRIEND

My heart instantly stopped when I saw that. I moved my eyes back up to the video and watched as Matt sat down in front of the camera and sighed before he began to talk,
“Okay, so I don’t know exactly how to start this and y/n, I know you’re watching this,” He says with a small embarrassed smile which only makes me smile. “So by the title of this video you can probably guess what I’m going to be talking about. Yes it’s y/n for those of you who don’t know, and if you did know great for you. YOU GET A CAR! YOU GET A CAR! I’M LIKE OPRAH!” He exclaims and I can’t help but laugh. “Okay but back to the seriousness. You guys may not think that I know about all of the hate that y/n gets, but not only because she is my girlfriend, but also because of her race,” He says and I can see his face fall a little bit and my heart sinks. I have always been proud of who I am as a person and still am, I just don’t know why other people can’t be that way too. “I don’t want this to turn into a video of me ranting to all of you guys, my fans, because I know that’s not what y/n would want, and I also know that a lot of you guys don’t hate on her so I thank you for that. But this video is about why I love y/n and hopefully by the end of it, you’ll love her just as much as I do. I take that back almost as much because you can’t have her she’s taken,” He says and I giggle. “So this isn’t scripted, I don’t have any of it written down, so I’m just going to go off the top of my head. I love how she has five different laughs depending on how funny something is or if something isn’t funny at all. I remember she told me that in high school she had to take a speech class and one of the assignments was a humor speech and she told me that everyone asked the class to laugh at them because no one thought they were funny and she would always tell them not to worry because she laughs at anything and it’s true! She then told me that throughout the speeches she did laugh at pretty much anything. I love that when she is laughing, the laugh that’s for this is funny and I love it kind of laugh, she smiles this huge smile and it is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I love when I get to wake her up for the morning, despite the fact that she isn’t very pleasant in the morning. Just the fact that she is there makes me happy. And those few rare times where she is up before me, she always is downstairs in the kitchen curled up in a chair with her glasses on, hair tied up, pajamas still on, tea in her hand, and computer in front of her, I’ll walk into the kitchen, and she’ll look up from whatever work she is doing and smile then say 'good morning’ and I love that. I love that when she watches soccer she yells at the TV like the people can actually hear her. I love when she falls asleep on the couch after binge watching Netflix and I can carry her upstairs and put a blanket over her,” Matt says almost as if it were a memory that would never leave his mind because of how precious it was and I couldn’t stop myself from smiling. Matt smiled with this thoughtful look on his face before looking up to the camera. “I love that y/n can’t dance for her life.” Which sent me into hysterics. “But I love that she doesn’t care about it and will still try. I love when she watches cooking shows then uses the kitchen like she’s on the show. I love that she isn’t OCD but has these neat freak tendencies for certain things, like she can name practically every font just by looking at it, and certain fonts erk her, like Comic Sans and Times New Roman and Arial. I love that she has a favorite font, Cambria. I love that she’s not afraid to voice her opinion to people but when confronting she always tries to be understanding and polite. I love the fact that she smells good, I don’t know how or why but she just does. I love how her eyes light up when she finally understands something, sees food, or remembers something. I love her flaws. I love that she sucks at Biology and that she would come to me for help when she had to take it. I love that she can’t remember the name of a song until it’s halfway done but can remember history dates better than the textbook, birthdays better than you know your own, and small details of memories or pictures better than the author or artist themselves. I love everything about y/n. I could tell you all the funny and embarrassing stories about y/n but I don’t think she would like that too much. OH! She also loves horror movies! I love that she doesn’t let anyone dictate her life, she has her role models but everything about her is strictly her, not because someone told her too. She is her own person and I admire her for that. I love her for that. I love that she’s terrified of heights but refuses to admit it and just tells me she’s merely afraid of falling. I love that she always makes elaborate birthday plans/gifts for me or any of her friends but expects practically nothing in return. I don’t like that she’s always cold because I hate seeing her uncomfortable but I love that I’m the one who gets to hold her hands and warm them up for her. I love that she gets overly excited about holidays.  I love that she loves her family. I could go on forever but I really do hope that to the people who were being mean to the girl I love, I hope this video changed your opinion of her. Y/N is a beautiful person and should be treated as such,” He says and I couldn’t help but let a tear slip it was the nicest most precious thing anyone had ever done for me. Matt took a deep breath before looking straight into the camera. “Y/n, I know you’re watching this and I know I have said it multiple times, but I’ll say it again….I love you…and now you know why.” With that the video ended.
“I love you too Matt,” I whispered back to my computer. I decided to turn in for the night knowing I would not be able to work with the current events. I climbed the stairs and crawled into bed with my sleeping boyfriend. I knew he was asleep but he cuddled up closer to me and wrapped his arms around my waist instinctively as soon as I was in bed, keeping me safe and warm. 1st reason on my long list of why I love Matt.

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I hope this is up to your expectations anon! Okay so I know I have not posted in a LONG TIME and I’m sorry but I didn’t want to post anything that wasn’t 'good’ or that I wasn’t fully invested into. But I hope you enjoyed this imagine. Just a lesson, don’t melt if a boy/girl tells you they love you, melt for the reasons why ;)
xoxo
-simplicational’s queen

home is wherever I'm with you - olicity au

A/N: Oliver Queen is a famous football player for the Central City Comets and there’s one question everyone wants to know: why did he come home to Starling City after all these years?

For Oliver, the answer is simple.

…and the Best Editor Award goes to Emily - longlivefelicitythequeen -!

Hope you like it, lovelies! :)

Ao3


Rain patters on the window outside as Oliver shifts in his seat. He should be used to these interviews by now. After all, he is Oliver Queen, star quarterback of the Central City Comets, yet he has never been able to adapt to the spotlight.

The interviewer shuffles numerous pages around as he writes down a few quotes from the star footballer. The questions are coming to an end and Oliver is over the moon. He did not want to spend his Sunday morning at a small coffee shop downtown discussing statistics, injuries and the season ahead. No, he has more important things to do, like going back to bed and seeking warmth by curling up to a special certain someone.

The interviewer looks up from his notepad and gives Oliver a small smile.

“Last one I promise, it’s been on everybody’s lips. So, Oliver Queen –superstar of the Central City Comets – why did you come home to Starling City after all these years?”

Oliver chuckles deeply as his mind travels to a blonde beauty with blue sparkling eyes. She’s the same girl he left in this bed this morning, wrapped up like a cocoon in the duvet and mumbling about not forgetting coffee.  

Oliver Queen met Felicity Smoak when they were eight years old. Miss Jefferson had assigned them to be partners for the joint presentation to the class about their favourite hobbies. So after hours of preparation, Oliver stands up in front of the class, holding a big red poster about football with clammy palms. He hears Felicity from the sidelines.

“Don’t worry Oliver, you can do it. I believe in you!”

She’s been doing that ever since.

When Laurel and the rest of the cheerleaders in high school were giving him bedroom eyes from the side of the field, it was always Felicity who sat in the bleachers while wearing his number on her back. She would hold a textbook in her hands, frowning in concentration while she studied, ignoring all the hype around her.

But somehow she knew every move he made and without fail she would award him with a happy, “Good game, buddy.”

When he went for college tryouts, Oliver wasn’t in the right state of mind; his head wasn’t in the game.

Laurel had left him for his best friend, Tommy, a week before and his parents were pressuring him to take over the family business instead of pursuing a career in football.

“Why would you waste your time in a sport? It won’t lead you anywhere, son.” His father said with a disapproving frown, “Your future lies in Queen Consolidated.”

With a heavy heart and a foggy mind, Oliver headed for the try-out, believing his career was doomed before it had even begun. That is until a text from Felicity made a spark of hope ignite within him.

F: Good luck today, Oliver! Ignore Laurel, your parents and get out there and do your best! Do whatever it takes to get that spot. We have faith in you! Love Felicity and Thea x

PS. Laurel may have unknowingly donated to some very deserving charities of my choice since she broke your heart ;)

Below the text was a picture of a smiling Felicity in his old high school jersey while his 12-year-old sister wore his college colours, holding a homemade sign that said ‘Go Ollie!’

So he went out there and tried his best.

For Thea. For Felicity.

For himself.

Oliver’s first interview as the quarterback for the Central City Comets and he’s a nervous wreck. He is so scared that he will stuff up, say the wrong thing, embarrass the team, or, even worse, Felicity. She has been his rock ever since he’s been picked up and going through that awkward stage of up and coming stardom.

Oliver doesn’t know how to pay her back for all her never-ending support.

God, he doesn’t even want to think about how many late night phone calls she’s been through with him bitching about the coaches or some impossible workout he had to do.

“I just want to make you proud, Felicity.” He says through the phone before he steps into the journalist’s office, voice unsteady.

“Oh Oliver, you’ve always made me proud,” Felicity replies, voice filled with unwavering love, “Look Oliver, sorry but Ray is nudging at me to go before we miss our dinner reservation. Knock them dead, okay?”

The Comet’s first failed attempt at the Super Bowl is just a few weeks after Ray breaks up with Felicity. The pair takes time to wallow in self-pity, Oliver nursing a bruised ego for not even scoring a single touchdown and Felicity nursing a slightly nicked heart that heals every time they speak, text or Skype.

“Felicity, I’ll come home soon. I hope you know that.” Oliver tells her over Skype.

“I know, Oliver. But it’s not time yet, you’ll know when it is. Plus, why would I want to be seen with a Super Bowl runner up? It’ll ruin my street cred.” She laughs.

He gives her a half smile before Oliver’s face turns serious.

“Hey, I’m sorry about Ray. He wasn’t the guy for you anyway.”

“Me too. But I’ve known that for a while now.

A year later and the Comet’s are up for their second try at winning the Super Bowl trophy. The team is about to go out on the field when Oliver receives a text.

F: Try to get a touchdown for me this year?  ;)

Oliver’s eyes crinkle as he laughs and he thinks how remarkable this woman really is. He quickly replies, hearing the crowd cheer and clap.

O: If it’s you asking, I’ll do it.

After he scores the winning touchdown and holds up the trophy with pride to the roaring crowd, he searches for one person who he knows isn’t there but should be, hoping the universe has a soft spot for destiny and provide him with a miracle. A hollow feeling crashes over him and he knows it’s time.

Time to go home.

He has a suspicious feeling that the universe is telling him that home isn’t always a place.

He’s standing at her door in the middle of the night; he got on the red eye straight from the game, not caring about the celebrations.

But now that he’s here, the nerves have kicked in. He practiced a whole speech on the plane about love, fate and forever, but all of that seems stupid and unworthy because what do you tell your soulmate that you’ve finally made it back to them? That you’ve finally worked out where home is and once you’ve step over the threshold, you’re never ever leaving?

Oliver is about to knock on the door when it slams open revealing a very sleepy and confused Felicity, who’s standing there in her favourite panda PJ’s staring up at him with wide eyes.

“Oliver? Wha- didn’t you just win- I mean, what are you doing here?” she stutters.

All Oliver can do is whisper, “I’m home.” As he reaches for her and leans down to kiss her with everything he has before carrying her to the bedroom.

He’s transported back to the interview as the man flips the page over in his notepad, ready to write the answer to the last question he asked.

Oliver gives his best sincere smile as he answers,

“Simple, my heart always belonged here.”

I did someone a favor and stuck their envelope in the mail for them. No big deal, you know? Only it turns out now that it never got there. It got lost in the mail somehow. And it was important. But I really did mail it. Like I did nothing wrong. But I feel sort of outraged about it. Why the fuck did I get myself involved in this? When it never got there, I had to answer questions about it. And I have no answers. It’s like yes, I definitely mailed it, but the world is an awful place that punishes you for doing people favors.

All of which is just to say that life is a nightmare of meaningless suffering.

Q & A with Yukio


As requested by mietie117. :)


The fullbringer Yukio will now kindly answer some of the questions that you all sent in!


1. imneveraperfectperson said: You have a whole stack of cash in the bank but you look like your clothes were recycled from a 20th century English play. Why?

Yukio: I find that it’s better not to advertise my wealth.

Yukio: Anyway, these clothes are comfy. 


2. loklists said: Did you ever wonder what your life would have been like if you had never met the other fullbringers?

Yukio: I’d be a lot richer, that’s for sure. Do you know how much money I spent on hideouts and supplies? Not to mention all the time I *didn’t* spend expanding my company.

Yukio: So I’d be richer for sure.

Yukio: More bored, though.


3. leafabee said: in your fight with Toshiro, did you actually expect to win?

Yukio: Actually? What do you mean by “actually”?

Yukio: He was in a world created by me, in which I had complete control.

Yukio: I was a god in that world!

Yukio: SO YES I EXPECTED TO WIN

Yukio: I blame plot armor.


4. mietie117 said: Do you hate Hitsugaya for beating you?

Yukio: It was a fight. Hating one’s opponent is pointless.

Yukio: I hate him for being such a dick about it.

Yukio: Do you know that he basically ruined shaved ice and snow cones for me forever?


5. max7555 said: If the circumstances were different, would you have been a good friend with Riruka?

Yukio: That depends on what sort of circumstances you mean.

Yukio: If she were less loud… and less obnoxious… and didn’t flash me every time she kicked open a door… and didn’t insist and talking when I’m on my PSP…. and didn’t act so ridiculously tsundere all the time….. then yeah, maybe.

Yukio: If she weren’t, you know, so Riruka-like.


6. catwithscarf said: What’ s your favorite game? / samantha416 said: What’s your favorite video game?:D / magicmilkbone said: What’s the best game you’ve played so far? / the-substitute-soul-reaper said: What kind of games to do like playing on your console? / depthsofdorkiness said: What’s your favorite video game?

Yukio: Usually I’m playing dating sims.

Yukio: …

Yukio: What? It’s fun to mess with all of the characters until everything goes horribly awry.

Yukio: Romance is only fun if you get to play god.


7. secretninja312 said: do you ever hang out with the other living fullbringers?

Yukio: It hasn’t been three years yet, now has it?

Yukio: Like I said, I’ll hire ‘em after I grow the company for three years.

Yukio: Presumably they’ll be pretty destitute by then.


8. lykanr7 said: How much money you have and earn?

Yukio: WAY more than you.


9. n1k3squ4d-2k14 said: So Yukio, I imagine if you can make ANYTHING inside of your Fullbring PSP then you can make all the games in the world. How many video games have you played in your entire life?

Yukio: I’ve played more games than you’ve heard of.

Yukio: You know that game that you’re waiting for?

Yukio: I’ve already played it.

Yukio: It was great.


10. yukiohansvorarlbernas said: Since you’re playing video games all the time you must get the muchies sometimes… so what’s your favorite snack food for those intense gaming sessions?

Yukio: It’s hard to beat hot pockets.

Yukio: They may not be classy, but they are delicious.

Yukio: Plus Giriko will microwave them for me.


11.  ally-ma said: Now I know you probably love that little PSP of yours, but have you ever thought of trying out different consoles? You know, to play the games you can’t on the handheld? 

Yukio: There is an old PC game I’m fond of - Black & White.

Yukio: Something about controlling that minion’s whole world appealed to me.

Yukio: Not to mention some virtual smacking.


12. mazikem said: How exactly did you get your parents to kill themselves again?

Yukio: By stealing their livelihood and leaving them destitute.

Yukio: I suppose it’s possible that the disappearance of their son might also have played a role.

Yukio: But I doubt it. They never cared when I was there.


13. primtheamazing said: How were you able to convince the government to let you live alone? You aren’t legal, right?

Yukio: What the government doesn’t know, doesn’t hurt it.

Yukio: And when it involves a lot of money, they tend to look the other way, anyway.


14. sakura-the-empress-haruno said: Who was your favourite fullbringer??

Yukio: I’m pretty sure I’m the best in our little group.

Yukio: I am the only one still alive and with a good job, after all.


15. ghastlygrim-ancientraven said:
Why do you always cover one eye with hair? You hiding something?

Yukio: Playing games with depth perception is for the weak.

anonymous asked:

Relatively new to the literary world of Ms. Gabaldon and l am hoping that you could perhaps answer a question that has been on my mind for some time now - why did Jamie transfer his title and land to his nephew and namesake?

Welcome, Anon! It’s a surprisingly extensive world that DG has created and can be a bit complicated, so never hesitate to ask questions about it. ; )

With regards to Jamie and the Deed of Sasine that transferred Lallybroch to young Jamie, it all comes back to the laws surrounding property rights in relation to traitors to the crown. It’s something that I know I ran into a lot studying English history––especially the Tudors. Anyone who is found to be a traitor to the crown can have their property (land, wealth, titles, etc.) seized by the crown/government. (I hate that the only consolidated/overview resource I can cite is Wikipedia but here it is; what I’m finding otherwise are the legal statutes themselves––the Treason Act of 1708 probably being the most applicable here as it dealt with the unification with Scotland and how that extended England’s treason laws and punishments to Scotland)

From the moment the Bonnie Prince forged Jamie’s signature to that declaration, Jamie became just such a traitor to the British crown. That means that in the event the Rising failed and George II remained king, the British government would be able to seize Lallybroch––they could take possession of the property, kick Jamie’s family out of the house, evict his tenants, take anything of value he owned from the livestock and seed in the barn to the paintings on the walls inside. 

When Jamie pulls out the Deed of Sasine towards the end of Dragonfly in Amber, the date on the document is very important. It isn’t the actual date that Claire and Murtagh as witnesses actually sign the document; the date listed is before Prince Charles signed Jamie’s name––before Jamie (legally) became a traitor (whether he lives or dies on the battlefield, it’s contingent on when he betrayed the crown; betrayal could only come before he died which means that the crown’s right to the property came before any heirs who might inherit from him). If he transferred the property to young Jamie before he became a traitor, the British government has no right to seize it. Jamie signs it over to young Jamie––as opposed to Jenny or Ian––because his nephew is so young (too young to be accused of having leanings one way or another himself and therefore immune from being accused of being a traitor himself). Even if Jenny or Ian were accused/suspected/tried of being traitors, they are only entrusted with the care of the estate on young Jamie’s behalf; it doesn’t actually belong to them either so, again, Lallybroch and its tenants are protected from being evicted or having their property seized. 

Hope that helps clear it up for you, Anon (and thanks for sending me a question that lets me break out my history nerd flag). 

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