okay fine...i do know:

So I get so angry and frustrated with healthy (BOTH physically and mentally) people are lazy. I just can’t stand it because they’re wasting that perfectly good body to sit on their asses and do nothing. Or even have not healthy people do stuff for them.

It makes me so mad because I would kill to have a working body so I could do all the things I’m dying to do. I’d kill to be able to work out and go on adventures and travel the world…and just exist happily in no pain. I would kill for that. I think about it every day.

And then here are these certain people who could do all that and more. But they’re sitting on their asses doing nothing. Too lazy to even walk down the street for something or take the trash out or whatever. It kills me. I just want to scream at them.

I know this isn’t the nicest opinion but it’s something I feel. It’s something that makes me cry and rage. I just want a working body so badly and they’re wasting theirs.

So I don’t know how, why or where but the wording of that spoiler about Ross makes me think he spots Aaron and Robert ‘making up for lost time’ *cough* having sex somewhere inappropriate *cough* and he decides to try a little blackmail because he’s an idiot.

It’s the wording used like 'spies’ (so he sees something) and 'little blackmail ( means it’s nothing serious). Am I reading too much into this? Because I really don’t think it has anything to do with the Rebecca stuff.

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“What an interesting dancing style, yahahaha!” 

Greedy blue eyes locked onto the exotic dancer, the god’s gaze raking down Violet’s form.Women were entrancingly beautiful even if they did not possess anything else, in the eyes of Enel. He stayed for a few seconds, admiring the show she offered before ripping his gaze away from her and move from the crowd. Gorgeous as she was, he wanted to see what this new island had to offer.

“Living toys, women who runs after men with knifes! Maybe fairy vearth was here all along, yahaha! I haven’t felt this excited in a long time!”

And then it happened. Someone bumped into him- or maybe he did? not that it mattered- 

“Oi, oi oi~ Where’s my apology?” It was still too soon to plunge this island into chaos. He had yet to uncover all of what it had to offer.

I hope you all know you can come talk to me about anything. I’m all ears (I’m not really all ears… I have other features and ligaments and all that stuff and whatnots). But anyways come talk to me about your day or your favourite colour or what you’ve been reading. Talk to me about books you love and books you hate. Basically y'all can talk to me about anything, okay? Cool. I just wanted to make sure you knew that that was a thing you could do.

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He gotta give him that air you know

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I said no to Marion Guthrie’s plan despite having no alternative and at the risk of losing the entire endeavor because I refuse to situate a man in a position where he might interfere one day with my ability to repair things with you.

Character development from Ep 1-8
  • Yuri Ep 1: oh my god I can't believe Victor is here! I don't deserve this! I hope I don't disappoint him
  • Yuri Ep 8: I more than deserve. Tie my shoes and don't you dare look away for even a second, you're mine now Victor
“Am I at ninety-four yet?”

Neil asked.

He was not at ninety-four. Ninety-four was the whispered words, “Thank you. You were amazing.” They echoed inside Andrew’s head over and over, like they were an offering, a prayer, a goodbye, like they were pushed out of his body with his dying breath. It was irritating and he was going to bring it up on the bus. He was going to spell it out nice and slow how Neil needed to stop living like he was dying and start living like the exy junkie he was.

Ninety-five was turning around and seeing nothing. Not nothing in the sense that Neil was nothing, but nothing in the sense of panic, of worry, of standing on the edge of the rooftop looking down thinking “Would it hurt if I fell?” The space where Neil should have been filled with emotions that Andrew swore he would never feel again.

Ninety-six was finding his bag. It wasn’t the bag that held his entire life, that was locked away in the Fox Tower, safe. It was the bag that held his future. A future he knew Neil wanted in the way he clutched the key he gave him back in August. A key that was left in the God forsaken bag with Neil nowhere in sight.

For ninety-seven, Kevin was there. The other foxes were there too but the words Kevin formed with his breath passing over his voice box and the movements of his tongue and jaw, were the only things that mattered. Kevin’s mouth moved, sound traveled in vibrations through the air, hit Andrew’s eardrums, and then his hands were around Kevin’s neck. There were lies and half-truths and Andrew hated those. Again not in the sense he hated Neil but in the sense that he hated the word ‘please’ and ‘misunderstanding’. He hated how he didn’t hate Neil because of all the lies. And for that, ninety-seven.

Ninety-eight was the phone call that Neil had been found.

Ninety-nine was walking through the hotel door and seeing him crumple in agony. It was the hissed “Don’t” as he did his best sooth away the pain. It was the eyes that were Nathaniel’s with hints of Neil peeking out behind his irises. It was the look of a man staring helplessly as the executioner readied the guillotine. It was the words “I’m sorry” like he had something to be sorry for. It was his attitude that no matter how beat up he got, remained impeccably intact. And it was the question he still had the gall to ask: “Am I at ninety-four yet?”

“You are at one hundred.”

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“Ah, at the end, Gray sama reached me”

HAPPY VALENTINES!  σ(≧ε≦σ) ♡

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more doodles from today’s chapter  (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧