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Kagami-sensei was so kind, even when signing for #29 of a line surpassing 120. Everyone was given the same large card/poster to get signed and yes, that is my name in the top right. My translation of our conversation is as follows:
KS: So are you Japanese?
Me: No, I’m American. Though right now, I live in Japan.
KS: wow! Your Japanese is great.
Me: Oh not really, but thank you very much.
KS: So who is your favorite character?
Me: Definitely Guren.
KS: Ah, I agree. He’s a strong man, ne? A very cool guy for sure (^-^)
Me: Yes. That is why I also like the light novels you write about him.
KS: Really? You read them?!
Me: Of course : )
KS: *handing me my signed card and shakes my hand* How amazing. Thank you so much for your support!
Me: Ah, thank you very much! Take care, sensei.

So ya. The first girl was practically crying while getting it signed, it was precious haha. He had a great sense of humor and took his time for each person, conversing with them while he signed. He also took a picture with a pair of Guren and Goshi cosplayers and posted it on his Twitter, the guy was just as thrilled as everybody else there.

~12x02 codas keep making me cry, so I’m offering up a happy one lmao here goes~

“What are you doing?”

“Ordering dinner.” Mary looks up from the takeout menu with bright eyes. “You can do that over the phone, can’t you?”

Dean knocks his hip against the counter and squints at his mom. “Yeah. You planning on picking it up yourself?”

“Why is it that I feel like I’m the child here and you’re my mom?” She playfully raises her eyebrows at him to punctuate the question.

Dean smiles down at the floor. “Uh, overprotective I guess. I’d, uh, love it if you went and got us some grub. Let me just get the keys and–”

“I’ll need 10 dollars. I wasn’t resurrected with any cash.”

Dean doesn’t hold back his laugh as he pulls a wad of cash out of his back pocket. “You’ll need more than that, Mom. Wait ‘til you see gas prices.”

She frowns down at the bills in her hands, but she doesn’t say anything else. As she makes her way toward the garage, she pats his cheek.

When she’s almost out of the room, he calls after her and reminds her that she hasn’t placed the order yet. She laughs and hits her forehead. He shows her how to use an iPhone. She calls it ridiculous and asks why they even say it’s a phone when in reality its other uses far outweigh its ability to make calls. He blinks at her.

Some stress drops from Dean’s shoulders once his mom is out of the bunker. He grabs a beer out of the fridge and downs half of it before joining Sam and Cas in the war room. Sam is staring intently at his laptop while Cas reads an old Men of Letters journal to see if there’s anything about the British chapter.

As Dean walks around Cas’ chair, Cas reaches his hand up without taking his eyes away from the book. Dean hands over his beer, Cas takes a drink, hands it back, and Dean pulls a chair out and sits close enough to Cas that their legs are knocking under the table.

Dean sighs heavily and leans back in his chair, reaching his arm toward Cas so he can give him a neck massage. Cas very briefly closes his eyes before resuming his research.

“How you doing, Sammy?”

From the opposite end of the table, Sam offers a tightlipped smile and trains his eyes back to the screen. “Still think I’m hallucinating, but at least it’s pleasant for the time being.”

“Did you try–”

Sam lifts his hands and presses his thumb to the old scar in his palm.

Dean smiles and drinks his beer.

“You trusted your mother to take the car?”

“You eavesdropped?”

“It’s easier than actively blocking you out,” Cas deadpans.

Dean stops rubbing his neck but keeps resting his hand on the back of his chair. “Should I have stopped her? I mean, she’s getting us dinner when she’s a guest in our home. Doesn’t that make us bad hosts?”

Cas just barely rolls his eyes as he closes the journal. “When I was sick, you let me watch Netflix and eat all of your Lucky Charms. I think you’re a fine host.”

Dean smirks at him and squeezes his shoulder. “That’s when you started sleeping in my bed, too. I think I went above and beyond as a host.”

“I don’t think that would be appropriate with your mother.”

“OK, the hallucination is once again a nightmare,” Sam says seriously. He closes his laptop and heads toward the kitchen.

Dean scoots his chair closer to Cas so he can nose at his jaw.

“You don’t seem too concerned about the British Men of Letters.” Cas’ neck betrays his words by tilting to the side and angling toward Dean’s mouth.

“Too hungry to care right now.”

“You could’ve offered to cook. That probably would’ve taken less time than Mary picking something up.”

Dean stops kissing Cas’ neck. “Honestly, I thought she might offer to cook. I was about to ask her what she wanted to do for dinner when I found her hovering over a menu.”

“Did you even check to see what she ordered?”

Before Dean can answer, Mary walks in empty-handed. She stops in the middle of the room and plants her hands on her hips.

“They were backed up. Said it would take an hour to fill our order! I’m starving.”

After a pause, Cas says, “I see where Dean gets his impatience.”

“And my appetite apparently,” Dean adds as he stands. “Don’t worry, Mom, we have steaks in the freezer. I got it.”

They’ve got some onions and peppers and a freaking eggplant in the fridge, so Dean quickly throws together an orzo salad with macaroni noodles since they don’t have orzo. Once the steaks are thawed (in the microwave, but nobody needs to know that), he throws them on the grill, heads back inside and tells Cas to keep an eye on them. He definitely doesn’t waste five minutes passionately explaining to Cas how to make sure all the steaks turn out perfectly medium rare.

While he’s roasting some broccoli, carrots and zucchini, Mary comes up behind him and asks what he’s doing.

“Uh, just roasting some vegetables. We went to the farmer’s market right before…well, a few days ago. Everything’s still good. You good?”

“You’re roasting the vegetables?”

“Uh, yeah?”

“And they taste good that way?”

“You kidding me? They’re amazing. I didn’t know I liked broccoli until I tried roasting it.”


Dean mixes the not-orzo salad and lets the silence sit between them for a second.

“Oh! I gotta ask you. Um. That meatloaf you used to make when I was a kid. You still know the recipe?”

Mary laughs and takes a seat at the kitchen table. “Piggly Wiggly, sweetheart.”


“I hated cooking. Why do you think I gave you PB&J for lunch every day?”

Dean huffs a laugh and scratches the back of his neck. “That’s, uh–I gotta be honest, one of the main things I’ve thought about you over the past three decades is that you’re a good cook.”

She immediately gets up and walks over to him. “Well, we’re getting to know each other now.” She pats his back a few times. “So, show me how you roast these vegetables.”

By the time Cas comes in with the steaks, Mary is cutting up some feta and laughing as Dean goes through the list of all the different kinds of mac and cheese he made for Sam when they were kids.

“He’s gonna be pissed when he sees the macaroni noodles in the salad,” Dean says with a wink to Cas and a nod toward the table.

Cas sets the plate of steaks down and stands with his hands by his sides, waiting.

“Macaroni and feta,” Mary says.

“Babe, go get Sammy, would you?”

Once Cas leaves, the conversation dies.

Dean and Mary laugh some more as they navigate around each other to set the table. When Sam comes in and asks what’s funny, they shrug him off.

Dean takes his usual seat next to Cas and squeezes his hand before they start eating. It’s his way of saying grace, which Cas finds sacrilegious. And hilarious.

Mary immediately stuffs her face and sings Dean’s praises with her mouth full. Sam looks at her, slack-jawed, but doesn’t say anything.

Dean loves cooking. He’s good at it. Not because he was trying to imitate his mom or take care of his little brother–even though those things are true–but because he just loves cooking. And that’s something he can share with his mom, show his mom, because they don’t have it in common.

After dinner, they all sit around the table and talk for a long time. Dean rubs Cas between the shoulder blades like he always does and then he scoots himself closer to Cas like he always does and then he wraps his arm tightly around Cas like he always does and then Cas leans up against his chest practically in his chair like he always does.

It’s not until Cas lazily turns and presses a kiss to Dean’s cheek that Dean registers something.

“Uh, Mom?”

“Yes, sweetie?”

“You know Cas and I are–we’re–we have a, uh–I should’ve said–mentioned–”

Mary downs the rest of her beer. “You had a crush on John Travolta when you were 4, Dean.” She winks at Cas. “If you want my approval, you’ve got it.”

Arranged-Marriage-Fic-That-Still-Needs-A-Name Excerpt

A Gadge Fairy Submission

Three days later Madge paced in her library.  Crane’s imminent arrival had her twitchy and staying inside as she normally did just didn’t seem appealing.  So she grabbed a light shawl and headed out into the forest, hoping she’d find Gale near where he’d been last time.

She was in luck and stumbled upon him not too far from the tree he’d fallen from, sighting down an arrow.  He turned as she drew close, relaxing his stance.  “Sorry,” she whispered, “I hope I didn’t scare something away.”

He shook his head.  “I was just doing some target practice.  Want to try?”  He held the bow out, a ghost of a smile on his lips.  She still hadn’t seen him smile the way he had at Rooba’s daughter again, a fact she privately lamented, so Madge stepped forward and accepted the bow.  She stood awkwardly, unsure of where to begin.  “Here, like this.”  Gale took the bow back, holding it out and drawing it back.  He handed it to her again and she tried to replicate his stance.  He chuckled. “Almost.”  Gale took a step closer and lifted a hand.  “Is it..is it all right if I touch you?”  She nodded, unable to look at him.  He took another step toward her and gently raised her elbow.  “Here.  More like this.  And relax your grip up here.”  He reached out to her hand holding the bow and wrapped his fingers around hers, his body now entirely encasing her.  His breath was tickling the back of her neck and her heart was pounding so loudly she thought he might be able to hear it.  Gale pulled an arrow out of the quiver strapped to his back and helped her align it properly in the bow.  “All right, now pull back with your right hand,” he breathed, his lips brushing against her ear and sending a pleasant shiver down her spine, “and let go…now.”  On his command she loosed the arrow, watching anxiously until it hit the tree in front of her.  It was off center—she had almost missed, actually—but she hadn’t expected to hit anything her first try.  She turned, a wide grin spreading across her face, and there it was.  That blinding smile, directed at her.  Only inches from her, actually, as he hadn’t stepped back when she released the arrow.  She froze, suddenly all too aware of their closeness, of the heat coming off his body, of the way the places he’d touched her burned as if his hands were still there.

Gale seemed to realize something as well and took a large stride backwards.  “That—that was great, Madge,” he said, clearing his throat again. “I, uh, I think you’ve got the basics.”  He rubbed the back of his neck, looking away from her. 

She forced herself back to the present, away from thoughts of how solid his chest felt against her back.  “Thank you.  I think I should go back to the manor, though.  There’s a lot to do before Crane arrives.”  That was a lie, however.  She had most everything prepared, but she wasn’t sure she trusted herself to be this near Gale anymore and she needed an escape.  Madge tried to bring to mind the crown prince, but his image kept fading.  She turned on her heel and hurried back to the house and for the rest of the week she carefully avoided touching Gale, even accidentally.

As I told swishy earlier this week, no matter the universe, Gale Hawthorne has got game.

( Rooba’s daughter is a little kid.  It’s more clear in the full story.  And I know literally nothing about archery.)


July 8 | so as you may or may not know, I’ve been going through a lot recently and had to take a semi hiatus from here. Two nights ago, I hit rock bottom and reached a point where I just couldn’t function emotionally or mentally.

I hate calling out. The last time I called out was when I had laryngitis, sinusitis, and conjunctivitis all at once, and even then I kept trying to go into work. I hate the thought of not being able to do my job for a reason as seemingly trivial as “because I’m stressed” and I hate the idea of inconveniencing people.

My coworker talked me into calling out for Thursday. It took me hours to get up the nerve to text my boss. When I was dealing with depression after a car accident in January, I also suffered in silence until one day I broke down at work (I work full time), and that same coworker went with me to talk to my boss. I let her know my situation, and it paid off, because when I told her I needed a mental health day she wasn’t caught off guard. And as you can see, she was totally alright with it. No asking me to come in, no saying she couldn’t spare a worker seeing as my other coworker is out of commission right now as well.

I also texted my coworker who I suspected might need to stay later to cover for me (I really don’t like inconveniencing people) and her reply, in my emotional state, actually made me cry.

Granted, I’m blessed with a fabulous understanding boss and wonderful coworkers who genuinely care about me. But many people understand, and will tell you to take care of yourself if you do tell them that you’re coping with mental health issues and you can’t be 100%.

Sometimes it all gets a bit much. We are only human, and we can only juggle so many balls and spread ourselves so thin before we need a break. Whether this is a personal day from school, work, or life in general, be patient and kind with yourself. Know your limits.

I took a personal day and I feel much better, even though I lost a day of pay. I studied, I journaled, I relaxed, I slept, I forced myself out to dinner with Alec, and I started over. That’s all I needed: one day without immediate obligations (like being responsible for nine screaming toddlers) and some time to reflect on myself and pull it together.

My stress isn’t over, but I cannot imagine how I would feel right now if I hadn’t taken that day. I don’t know if I would have gotten through another day of work. I sure as hell would be in a horrible position to take my driving test tomorrow (although I’m pretty freaking anxious about that too).

Take care of yourselves, please. Grades and school and money and jobs and friends and significant others and obligations are all important, but sometimes you really just need a breather. Take it.

"When there's no cameras around, I know how you feel."

I try to think realistically when it comes to Zankie. I really, truly do.

Sometimes I’ll even get to the point where I’m just like, “This isn’t anything more than two friends who love each other goofing off together. Zach is straight.”

I try to see their interactions that way so then I’m not disappointed if we find out that’s all there really is to it.

But then something will happen - one of them will say something, or look at each other a certain way, and suddenly I think, “Something more is going on here.”

That’s what Frankie’s “When there are no cameras around, I know how you feel” comment was for me. Just listen to the tone of his voice when he says it. He’s being completely serious. He’s letting Zach know that it’s okay if he doesn’t want to be all touchy feely in front of the cameras, that he knows how he feels because of what happens when the cameras aren’t around. Just think about what that must entail for a second.

Zach’s reaction speaks volumes, even though he says nothing. Instead of denying it, or laughing and playing it off as a joke, he remains silent.

I simply cannot think of a reason that he would say nothing, unless he knew what Frankie said was true.

As if that little exchange wasn’t enough proof that Zach does indeed feel something more than just friendship for Frankie, last night he actually came out and asked him, “Does being in love with a homosexual make me gay?” Obviously Zach was trying to play it casual and possibly even trying to make it seem like he was kidding. But Frankie’s response, “That’s something that we can talk about” shows that he knew Zach was being serious.

Not to mention that last night, Frankie climbed on top of Zach and straddled him, and Zach’s immediate response was “Okay, I’m gay.” As far as I know, this is the first time Zach has actually came out and said “I’m gay”. Sure, he has his infamous “If I was gay..” comments, but straight up saying that he is, whether joking or not, is completely different. Especially when the man straddling you is openly gay.

All of these little moments, these little slip ups on Zach’s end, have been happening within the past couple of days. You can’t tell me that these interactions are the same as the ones we’ve seen in the past.

As I stated at the beginning of this post, I try to be realistic when it comes to Zankie.

And realistically, I think all of this is proving that Zach has fallen in love with Frankie.

Im so happy I start a new job soon, I can’t cope waking up each morning dreading my day on a regular basis anymore. Honestly it’s not even just slight dismay at having to work, there have been days (more than I’d like to count) where I have woken up and cried at the very mention of having to go to work. I have had so many sleepless nights because of it and it has seriously lowered my morale.

My current job has worn me down, made me constantly tired to the point where I feel as if I am missing out on life because all I do is wake, work, sleep, repeat. I’m 22 years old, I shouldn’t be waking up each morning and crying, I shouldn’t have to spend my day telling myself it will be alright and that I’ll be able to go home soon, I shouldn’t be so upset by work that I’m losing sleep over it.

That is why I am over the moon that I will be starting my new role in November after I come back from holiday (one that is very much needed) because from what I gather although I’ll have a higher level of responsibility the work place is rather relaxed, the people are nice, the hours are decent and it’s only a 25 minute journey from my flat unlike my current position where it ranges anything from 75-95 minutes at least.

I cannot wait. I look forwards to being able to wake up each day and actually look forwards to work instead of despair. I know it is going to improve my life so much more in all aspects and I cannot wait.

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So, maybe they’d overdone it, but it was the first day of summer after all, the first day Cas had been free of kindergarteners in a while.

Anyway, Dean wasn’t going to complain when it had lead to this. This being the pair of them in the hammock in the backyard, the gradually deepening twilight casting shadows across Cas’ face where he lay on Dean’s chest, his expression soft in sleep and his hair tousled even more than usual from where Dean’s hands had been carding through it. Some time earlier, when Cas had stirred as if he was about to wake, Dean’s foot had shifted so he could use it to rock the hammock gently back and forth, something he was still doing absentmindedly even now as Cas slowly opened his eyes and peered up at Dean in the dimness.

“Wha’ times it?” comes the mumble from Cas and Dean just barely holds back the laugh that threatens to escape at the put open look on Cas’ face as his eyes adjust to the dark.

“Time to go inside,” is the quiet reply from Dean. “I mean I have a Cas shaped blanket, but you’re probably gettin’ cold.”

A squint then, as if Cas is thinking about it.

“Maybe..” is the next thing to come out of Cas’ mouth, and Dean knows that means yes.

As they slide off the hammock and head back into the house, Cas leaning heavily on Dean, still half asleep, Dean stores the warmth growing in his chest away for later examination and looks down at the ruffled head leaning onto his shoulder, fitting perfectly into the crook of his neck as if it was meant to be there. He adamantly ignores the thought about his mother’s engagement ring, buried deep in his underwear drawer just waiting for the right time and the thought slips away as they head up the stairs to bed.


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tagged by @toyourliking u beauty i love reading these and i love doing these i’m an oversharer hehe

nickname: don’t have one always wanted one but one syllable name life

star sign: virgo!

height: uhhh maybe like 170cm ish?? i think?? i wanna say like 173 but tbh no idea

time right now: 11.51 am

fave music artist: twenty one pilots!!

song stuck in your head: i didn’t have one until i read ‘song stuck in your head’ and now favourite recording fall out boy stuck in my head so

last movie you watched: uhhhhh tbh no idea?? for a film student i never watch any films lmaooo

last tv show you watched: again no idea lmao i never watch tv?? maybe brooklyn 99?

what are you wearing right now: shorts and a singlet. it’s like. 2 weeks into spring. and it’s too hot for me.

when did you create your blog: october 2012! 16 october apaz so 4 year anniversary coming up lmao

do you have any other blogs: i have 2 url’s saved i’ll probs never used, and i’m like an admin i guess?? on a horrible histories blog + and a rycol blog but i haven’t touched either in yonks

do you get asks regularly: haha good one lmao

why did you choose your url: name and second two initials

hog warts house: hufflepuff

pokémon team: instinct

fave colour: rose gold!

average hours of sleep: normally at least 8? but i can sleep for 12 hours my sleeping pattern is the worst i sleep too much

lucky number: 2 and 98!

fave characters: um rabbit lighting lmao?? i don’t watch much fictional content? love all the b99 characters

how many blankets do you sleep with: one doona

dream job: online content creator!! preferably video and ultra preferably making some sort of innovative content

following: i assume this is that follow me? 2,218

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