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GMW is the best show The Disney Channel Has...

Michael Jacobs: This season on Girl Meets World we’re going to tackle the deeper issues that kids can really learn from. We’re going to make it all about personal growth and how to adjust to the world as you get older.

Disney Execs: Cool story, bro. That sounds lit and shit, but just so you know…we’re thinking about replacing you with a show about a boy who is best friends with his talking hand.

Michael Jacobs: …Fuck it. We’re going to bleep the shit out of Smackle while she teaches Health class and have Cory draw a giant dick on the board, but pass it off as a foot.

Collocations: Traits

(Warning: long post)

You may be wondering, what the heck is a collocation?

A collocation is the grammatical juxtaposition of a word with other words to create a natural phrase. 

In other words, it’s the difference between “a quick bite to eat” vs. “a fast bite to eat.”

I put the literal translations in parentheses. Enjoy! ( ◦ ’ ں ˉ ◦ )

Brains - (lit. head)

頭がいい - Smart (head is good)
君は頭がいいよ!
You’re so smart!

頭が悪い - Stupid (head is bad)

頭が切れる - Clever (head is sharp)

頭が冴えている - Sharp (head is clear)

頭が鈍い - Dense or slow (head is blunt)

頭がおかしい - Funny/crazy/a little off one’s rocker (head is funny/strange)
頭がおかしいと言われる人の多くは、過去に何らかの原因が存在しているものです。
Many people who are said to be crazy have some sort of past (trauma).

Skills/Talent - (lit. arm/hand)

腕が立つ - (one’s) talent shows (arm stands)
腕が立つようになるまでには、何年もの修業は必要だ。
You’ll need many years of practice before your talent starts to show.

腕に覚えがある - Confident in one’s skills (arm has remembered)
先生なら、腕に覚えがある
I’m confident in my skills as a teacher.

腕がいい - Skillful (arm is good)

(する)腕がある - Have the skills to do…. (there is arm (to do))

Hunch - (lit. feeling)

感がいい「悪い」- Quick or slow to catch on (feeling is good/bad)

感が鋭い - Sharp/quick/have a good nose for (feeling is sharp)

感が鈍い - Be slow to catch on (feeling is dull)
君はあい変わらす感が鈍いない
You’re slow to catch on as usual.

感が当たる「外れる」- Your hunch is right (wrong) (feeling hits/disconnected)
感が当たったようだ。
Looks like your hunch was right.

感が働く- Intuition (feeling works)
何かがおかしいという感が働いたとしか思えません。
I can’t help but think my intuition told me something was wrong.

Voice -

声が高い - High-pitched voice (voice is high)

声が低い - Low-pitched voice (voice is low)

声がきれいだ - Beautiful voice (voice is pretty)

声がハスキーだ - Husky voice (voice is husky)

声がいい - Nice voice (voice is good)

声が渋い - Seasoned voice (voice is cool or tasteful)

Faith/Belief - 信仰

信仰を持つ - To have faith

信仰を捨てる - Abandon one’s faith (throw away faith)
それまで信じていた信仰を捨てること。
I had abandoned my faith until then.

信仰心が厚い - Be religious or devout (faith is thick) 
この地方の人々は一般に信仰心が厚い
People in this region are generally really religious.

Belief/Principles - 深淵

深淵を持つ - Have beliefs/convictions

信念を曲げる - Abandon beliefs/convictions (bend or distort beliefs)
信念を曲げてまで、その地位を得たいとは思いません。
I don’t think I’m willing to achieve that position unless I abandon my beliefs.

信念を貫く- Stick to principles (penetrate beliefs)
我々がなんと言おうと、彼は自分の信念を貫くしぼっている。
No matter what we tell him, he’ll always stick to his beliefs

Wisdom - 知恵

知恵をしぼる - Rack one’s brains (squeeze wisdom)

知恵が働く- Be smart/cunning (wisdom works)

知恵を働かせる - Use one’s brains (to work wisdom)

知恵が浮かぶ - Get a good idea (wisdom floats)
シャワーにいい知恵が浮かんだ
I got a really good idea in the shower.

知恵が回る - Shrewd/clever (precocious) (wisdom spins)
まだ5歳だというのに、よく知恵が回る。
Even though he’s only 5, he’s really clever.

Knowledge - 知識

知識が豊富だ - Good knowledge of (rich knowledge)
車の知識が豊富だ.
He has a pretty good knowledge of cars.

知識が乏しい - Little knowledge of (poor knowledge)

知識がある - Knowledgeable (there is knowledge)

Judgment - 判断

判断を下す - Make a judgment/decision (give judgment)
次にあげる例を見れば、自分で判断を下すことができるだろう。
By looking at the following example, you should be able to make your own judgment.

判断に迷う - Trouble making a decision (get lost in judgment)

判断がつく・つかない - Can/cannot decide (take/cannot take judgment)

Understanding - 理解

理解が速い(遅い)- Quick/slow to understand/ (understanding is fast/slow)

理解がある - Show understanding (there is understanding)
私は一体、自分が本当に誰かを理解したことがあったのだろうか、と思った。
I wondered if I had ever truly understood anyone.

WHAT IF A SOUL HAS CERTAIN PARTS

OK SO IN COMING UP WITH MY BACKSTORY FOR ASURA I KINDA WENT EVEN FURTHER OFF MY ROCKER AND I PROPOSE:

THE CORE OF A PERSON’S SOUL IS THEIR MEMORIES, WHICH IS SURROUNDED BY THEIR FEARS, AND THEN FINALLY THEIR PERSONALITY, WHICH IS ALTERED BY THE MEMORIES AND FEARS

IN A KISHIN’S CASE, MADNESS IS LIKE A CALCIFIED GROWTH ( sometimes of fear ) AROUND THE SOUL’S MEMORIES AND FEARS. THIS AFFECTS THE SOUL’S PERSONALITY.

Alright so Death split his soul to form Asura and Kidd, right? But he gave Asura his fear. This, Asura can form memories, and his personality can be shaped by these memories and these fears, but Asura can not form his OWN fears. In Kidd’s case he was not given Death’s memories nor his fear ( Death had none to give, obviously ), but merely Death’s personality. Over years of forming his own fear and memories, Kidd’s personality would have changed. As a newborn, though, he was like a creepy little copy of death.

Ok, so here’s,,, the Issue with giving someone all of your fear:
1) Not only can you yourself no longer feel or form fear
2) Fear can overcome a soul

At this point, the fear acts like madness and, essentially, you loose all personality and become a kishin. Asura’s soul most likely looks like the one above.

In those who have mental illnesses that affect their personality/memories, mental illness appears as a little growth on the soul.

“I’m nuts, baby I’m mad! The craziest friend that you’ve ever had!You think I’m psycho, you think I’m gone! Tell the psychiatrist something is wrong! Over the bend, entirely bonkers, you like me best, when I’m off my rocker. Tell you a secret, I’m not alarmed. So what If I’m crazy, the best people are..” - Mad Hatter, Melanie Martinez 

Everyone is mad in wonderland ^^ Wow, what a way to spend seven hours of my life. WORTH IT! 

Also he is saying something along the lines of, “Bonjour Princesse.” Idk, but I love him!

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You were Hiding in a broom closet. Why? We’ll get to that in a moment. First, let’s explore why you’re in a broom closet.

You were alone on V day. The day for people to express their love to their special one. It’s not like you were alone….. The people you had declaring their love for you were, in the nicest way possible, Off their fucking rockers!

You pressed your back into the wall as a pair of voices passed your hiding spot, scared to breathe. Oh god, they’re working to gether.

Normally, they hated each other. 

This was BAD. VERY, VERY BAD,

“Hold on, cupcake bastard, we haven’t checked this one.” The door knob wiggled. Your heart thumped in your chest. You could see the smirk on the mafia leader’s face.

“Bella Raggazza,” He purred. “Come out for your marito.” He Griped the knb agian, tugging. 

You clapped your hands over your mouth, shaking. Then, an idea came to you. You pressed your feet agianst the door, your back still agianst the wall. No matter what they wanted, you wouldn’t be giving it to them.

“Alright, that’s it. No more Mr. Nice guy.” You snorted. When was Luciano Vargas EVER nice?

The dor rattled as a heavy weight slammed into it. You lost your hold on the door, landing on your bottom.

“Hold on, chap.” Oliver. If you weren’t scared then, you must’ve not been human. 

“Let me try. Poppet! Please come out! We won’t hurt you! We just want to make you ours!” 

Your heart thumped even faster, leaving you nearly breathless. “No!”

“Oh, Poppet. My patience is wearing thin. You won’t like me when I’m angry, love.” 

Under the soft lilting of his accent there was a hard and furious tone. It demanded obedience. NOW.

You shook. You couldn’t just give in to them. You’d be locked in a basement, or be made into pasta.

“She’s not coming out.” Luciano.

“Give her time.” Oliver.

“I-”

“Let’s leave. She’ll come out when we’re gone.” 

The sound of echoing footsteps made you let go of the breath you’d been holding. You set your feet on the ground, takng a moment to let your heart stop pounding. A moment after you were sure they’d left, you’d unlocked the door and slowly opened in.

Seeing no sign of them, you stepped out of the closet.

A gloved hand came over your mouth. Pasta scented breath blew past your ear. 

“Naughty bella. Hiding from your Marito.”

You turned, your nose brushing a well sculpted cheek. “I don’t speak Mexican.”

The italian let go of you, sputtering. Then his face twisted in sinister, murderous rage. “Raggazza.” He growled.

“Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. You’ll catch more flies with honey than with vineger, Luciano.” Oliver walked in front of you, a wide smile on is face. He took your chin in his hand, pressing a kiss onto your cheek. Your face burned bright red.

“O-Ollie! Don’t!”

He chuckled. Flicking his eyes to Luciano, he said, “ Take our Poppet to the Room.”

Luciano’s hand came up to yous mouth, pressing a damp cloth into your face. You struggle, before taking a deep breath in and feeling yourself go limp.


Happy singles awareness day?

lol. The next one I write will have to do with star wars. So have your questions ready for star wars week, because I take requests.

there were a million ways bailey could have spent his day off, but what he woke up and got straight to doing was something he had dreamed of accomplishing ever since he was a youngster. all he needed was a stand, a big piece of cardboard, some sharpies, and his b e a u t i f u l presence. he set the booth near the beach, propping the sign he had worked on endlessly for almost an hour on top. it read: ‘ BAILEY COOPER’S FREE KISSING BOOTH! ’ the letters were big, bold, and lined with hearts all around. he figured waiting until february was no fun and it was now or never. hopefully he’d get some memorable smooches, or he’d give someone else a memorable smooch.

he stood behind the counter made of cardboard boxes, rested his palms on their surface, and grinned widely at any people who passed by. here went n o t h i n g, “ free kisses! get your f r e e kisses! i’m a celebrity, y’know! ” it had been a grand total of twenty-two seconds before he took on the persona of an obnoxious carnival game host, “ y o u, over there! yeah, you! don’t you want a kiss from lil’ ol’ me? it’s free and i swear, these lips are not rigged at all, ” he wiggled his eyebrows at the person, puckering his lips.

i’m talking to my classmate on facebook messenger (i know! i fucking know! but you can’t force people to make discord accounts, so sometimes you just gotta deal) and i linked him to a post on my blog (i know. i know, risky, but it was relevant)

and he’s like ‘this page is in german’ and i tell him that my blog is in german

you know, i understand if this is confusing. i’m not a person who would impart the impression of caring so much about the german language that i would go out of my way to make my personal stuff german. so, if you were in my classmate’s place, you might want to ask for the reason my personal blog is in german.

but he doesn’t type out a response, the motherfucker straight up sends an audio clip of himself asking ‘why?’ to drive across, firstly: he is confused and an implicit additional point: i am quite possibly off my fucking rocker