promises are very important

Reasons why you should see Power Rangers (NO SPOILERS)


•  Said autism is not treated as a weakness and really makes said character the stand out of the movie


 • It’s not a topic that is dealt with throughout the whole movie. They talk about it for like two minutes 

• No one treats said character any differently after the reveal


• Not a single sexist comment throughout the entire movie. Not. One.

• (At least I don’t remember any. I may be wrong but I’m 99% sure I’m right)

4. EVERYONE IS FLAWED OR HAS A ‘disability’ 


• I can tell you a lot of people need someone to tell them that





• I cried like three times


• Includes The Score, twenty one pilots, Fitz and The Tantrums, and Tove Lo




• It takes a lot of the movie for them to be able to be open with one another



Charlie Hunnam was emaciated and had lost 20 pounds for the last season of Sons of Anarchy (2008). During auditions, Guy Ritchie was very bothered by his look though he liked his performance and asked him 4 times during the process about his poor physique and ‘What was the heaviest he had been’. Hunnam said that when Ritchie brought up the 4th time, he knew that the physicality of Arthur was very important to Ritchie. He promised Ritchie that he would get into incredible shape for Arthur and to prove his fitness for the part, offered to physically fight the other two finalists - Henry Cavill and Jai Courtney. Hunnam told Ritchie, “Look, dude, you keep bring this up, the physicality. Its obviously your primary concern. So if you want to do away with all this auditioning bollocks, I’ll fucking fight those other two dudes. I know who they are. You can bring them both in here. I’ll fight them both. The one who walks out the door gets the job.” Hunnam won the role after this.
—  Charlie proving that you can take the boy out of charming, but you cannot take charming out of the boy xD

Finally, I have determined what causes the two sides of Yixing.

His hair.

It’s like an on/off switch.

Hair pushed back Yixing: In idol mode. Ready to destroy hearts. Never removes his hand from his crotch.
Hair covering forehead Yixing: is it nap time yet? Ready for the cuddles. Let’s stay in and watch a drama.

Of course there is overlap but there always is.

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Keep scrolliing.

I promise, it’s worth it.

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the stars, they lie

I got inspired by @crimson-chains ‘s Sun Lord!Viktor and Star Dancer!Yuuri. I was on her stream when she started working on Viktor, and I just wanted to write something (also kinda promised her I will do it) because I thought it was such a cute idea.

Thank you so much to my lovely @flower-crowns-and-skates for butchering beta-ing this before I sent it out into the world.

I stole the title from this song [x]. I hope you will enjoy reading it. You’re welcome to scream at me in my ask box.

The first time he came to Viktor’s corner of cosmos, Yuuri told him about humans. Apparently, he liked them and their planet a lot.

Humans called them stars.

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sherlolly + quotes (development)

We’re friends, but, please, just say those words for me. Please don’t do this. Just… just… don’t do it. It’s very important. I can’t say why. But I promise you, it is. I can’t say that, I can’t… I can’t say that to you. Of course you can. Why can’t you? You know why.  No, I don’t know why. Of course you do. Please, just say it. I can’t. Not to you. Why? Because… because it’s true. Because… it’s true, Sherlock. It’s always been true.

Note: Here is the Monsta X version of this request. For the Vixx version you can look at my masterlist which you find on the sideline on my blog. :)

Short backstory:

You have been together with him for a year soon. Everything seemed fine for so long, he was nice, funny and always seemed to know how to make you smile when you were feeling down. Now however he was different. He was gone untill late, barely talking to you and when you asked him about it he`d answer you with short annoyed statements, almost angry. You had tried talking to him more than once but he wouldn`t listen. This is what made you draw your conclusions and you decided it might be better for him if you dissapeared. So packing a small bag with your most needed belongings you ran away.


He is the leader of his own mafia gang so he had a lot on his mind. His attention was always on his work and in the mids of that he had completely lost track on how you were feeling. That`s also why he was so confused when he came home and you were gone only leaving him with a note. After reading it though he`d finally understand that he had indeed been so caught up with himself that he had neglected you completeley. Not wasting a minute more he`d set out to find you. With the help of his connection quickly finding you, only to be crushed the second he saw your tear stained face. He`d envelope in a big hug stroking your hair while letting you cry on his shoulder, whispering soflty.

“I am so sorry I made you feel this way y/n. I should have paid more attention to you. You aren`t useless. You`re very important to me. I promise I`ll make more time for you, so stay with me.”


The mission has taken up a lot of his energy lately. Every time he came home he`d go to bed as soon as possible and in the morning he`d be gone before you`re even awake. This morning it would be different however. He`d wake up rolling over before noticing that you side of the bed was empty. Getting up he`d walk through your shared apartment only to break out into panic when he saw your shoes and jacket gone and a letter by the door. Calling everyone he knew in the business of security he`d figure out where you were quite easy, also based on the fact that in some sense you`d hope he`d find you. He`d stand timidly a few meters infront of you head low, not being able to see your sad face. Before speaking up and walking slowly up to you taking your hands in his.

“I have been awful to you lately, haven`t I? I should have noticed but I was too caught up with these stupid things that are unimportant compared to you. Please don`t think you`re a burden. You aren`t. Y/n, I love you and I will show it to you. I will make it up to you I promise, please stay with me. I promise you won`t regret it.”


Finding your note by the kitchen he`d get mad instantly. Not at you but at himself for not noticing your feelings of loneliness and selfdoubt. He`d need time to calm down after having destroyed a few things too many in the apartment in his fit of rage. He`d proceed getting a few of his men in close proximity around you to guarantee your safety before making a plan on how to show you his love. He`d get a rooftop on a romantic spot and make sure all of your favorite things are there. Flowers, food, jewelery, expensive clothes, from shoes to dresses, lights all around, anything he could think of to make you happy. He`d know these things weren`t the reason you were with him but he`d be so scared of losing you he`d try anything for you to stay. Then he`d let his men bring you there. Upon your arrival he`d stand infront of you, impeccably dressed and showing you everything he had gotten for you. 

“This is all for you. And I will buy you more if you want. Anything you want, just please don`t go. You`re not a burden and you`re not useless Y/n. You are the only thing that keeps me grounded in this horrible business. I have been too blind to notice your feelings but now I know, and I am ready to do whatever it takes to make you stay. So tell me what you want, I will gie you whatever you ask me for.”


This is not how he thought his day would go. He had made a good deal and was rather happy with the outcome of the hard work he had put into it. He would`ve noticed your increasingly saddened behaviour and was determined to make it up to you. He had planned to come home earlier, bringing your favorite candy and flowers and take you out somewhere fancy. However all that was shattered when he came through the door seeing you dressed into your jacket, shoes on and a bag in your hand. He`d be a little mad at first probably starting off rather unpleasand and ask you if he`s worth so little of your time you`d just run away like that, but his whole stance would change when you told him he`d be better of without you anyway as you`re probably just a burden. To this he`d drop the things in his hands enveloping you in a hug and sternly say

“How could you just ever think something like that? Y/n, you`re the best thing that has happend to me. I`m sorry I haven`t shown that to you lately. From now on please talk to me, scream at me if you have to. Don`t just run away like that. I won`t ever neglect you like this again, I swear.”


He`d find your goodbye letter one evening after coming home late. But not because you had placed it for him to find, in fact you were still struggling with the choice and decided to hide it untill you had made up your mind. Thining you were gone already Wonho would run into your shared bedroom to find you asleep, or rather currently waking up from his harsh entry. He`d instantly relax before taking you into his arms, holding you tightly as tears escaped his eyes. He`d literally beg you not to leave him. 

“Don`t go, please don`t leave me. I didn`t even notice that you feel this way. I am horrible, but I am selfish, I can`t loose you y/n. I promise I will do anything to make it up to you. I will change I swear. I love you y/n, i beg you, don`t leave me.”

man jooheon has been climbing my bias list lately that should be illegal


Jooheon was in a good mood when he came home early that evening. Stepping into the apartment he`d announce his early arrival, asking if you had dinner already or not. Upon not receiving an answer he`d og around the apartment searching for you but not finding you. Panic would rise and he was about to run out the door when he saw the note you had pinned on it. At first he`d calm down thinking it`s probably a note saying you were out getting groceries or something but his pulse would rise again when he read it. Now once again on his way out the door and in his car racing down the streets of the town he`d be filled With regret. After a solid hour searching he`d finally find you. Approaching in big steps he`d take you into his arms, frantically apologizing for his behaviour.

“I can`t believe that I was so blind to not see how you were feeling. You could never be useless or a burden. I`m so sorry that I made you feel lonely and that I was such a jerk to you. I understand that you would want to run away, and if this is really what you want then I won`t stop you. But know that I don`t want you to leave. I will change y/n. If you stay I`ll make you happy, i promise.”


Finding your letter he`d have to sit down first. He`d think about his behaviour, realising that it was true. He had been angry and ignorant, leaving you to your own devises even though he had promised always to take care of you. He`d Call you over and over untill you answer, the only thing leaving his mouth asking where you are. After finally getting an answer from you he`d be there as fast as possible. He`d stand infront of you, softly taking your hands in his, kissing your knuckles before speaking up softly.

“I broke my promise of taking care of you. I was blind to your feelings. I made you think these rediculous Things, made you think you were useless. I don`t know how to tell you how sorry I am. No amount of words can do that. But this opened my eyes. I never stopped loving you and I never will. You are the most important person in my life y/n. So I`m asking you, will you come away with me? We go away somewhere for a while and figure this out together. That is if there still is a together.”


Let’s take a moment to appreciate Tatsuya’s dream. It’s so pure and innocent and my favourite moment in the game.(also this is why tatsujun is the canon ship). Anyways, it’s really sweet that Tatsuya still remembers that promise and this scene shows us how Jun is, in fact, very important to him. He could dream anyone from The Masked Circle, since they’re all friends and they are like a family, which supports the claim that Tatsuya holds romantic feelings for Jun. But, there are also claims that he liked Maya romantically and that he and Jun are just friends. First of all, I always got the feeling that he saw Maya as an older sister and of course he’s overprotective of her because who wouldn’t be if they saw a person who was like family to them die in their hands? I think also this scene is quite symbolical because if they weren’t the canon ship, or if they were just best friends, they would talk in front of a toy shop, candy shop, something characteristic for two friends. But, no, they were making a promise in front of a wedding dress shop, which is more likely for a couple. They both still held their mementos, even after 10 years of not hearing for each other. This is truly my OTP because of everything.

Uncle Jim and Joanna HCs
  • “You lied to me,” Joanna says, narrowing her eyes at Jim. “No, I didn’t,” Jim replies, a hand on Joanna’s shoulder to keep her near him in the crowded mall, “I volunteered to look after you while your father’s performing a very important surgery.” “You promised we’d go out and do something fun!” Joanna counters. “We’re out in a mall to shop, how is that not fun?” “You’re only here with me because you forgot dad’s birthday is tomorrow,” Joanna says, “and you need me to help you find a present.” “I’m so offended,” Jim replies, pulling Joanna with him towards a perfume shop, “also, don’t tell your dad. Please?” “Only if you get me one of those old fashioned GameBoys.” “Fine.” “Fine.”
  • Being as clever as she is, and generally quite mature, it’s easy to forget that Joanna’s just a child. And that sometimes, children are the best nuisance. Jim finds out the hard way; been flirting with Bones all night. Quiet movie after Joanna’s gone to bed, even going as far as a fancy wine and cheese platter to pretend to be a sophisticated couple. Jim’s all over Bones quickly, though. The movie barely finished, and Jim drags the other to bed. Heated kisses and hushed whispers. But then they catch small footsteps, and then a quiet “daddy?”. Bones pushes Jim off him, and immediately sits up straight. “What’s the matter?” he asks. “I had a bad dream,” Joanna says. “D'you want me to bring you back to bed?” “No,” she replies, approaching Bones’ bed, and Jim figures that’s their chance for the night gone. “C’m here,” Jim says, patting the space between them, and Joanna happily crawls in between them, “no monster’s gonna get you here.”
  • “What are you doing here?” Joanna asks Jim when she shows up at her school. “Hey,” Jim says, “I’m here because your daddy’s at work.” He sits down on the available chair next to her, casually leaning in to rest his hand on her back. “You wanna tell me why the principal called?” “I hit someone,” Joanna replies equally casual. “Why’d you do that?” “He was being mean,” Joanna says, “said I couldn’t be a captain because I’m a girl.” “What?” Jim asks, “there are loads of amazing female captains. That boy’s crazy.” “I know! I told him that. I even listed the first 10 female captains since the beginning of Starfleet!” Joanna says. “So did you hurt him?” Jim asks, and Joanna shrugs. “Not really. Just scared him. He doesn’t even have a bruise.” “Well,” Jim says, “violence is bad.” “You kick bad guys in the ass all the time,” Joanna interrupts, and Jim huffs. “Yeah, but that boy was just dumb, not bad. You know what you gotta do? Become the best damn captain Starfleet’s ever seen, that’ll prove him wrong.” Joanna sighs, reaching out for Jim’s hand when he gets up. “Can you try and talk daddy out of grounding me?” “Sure,” Jim says, “no problem. I’m very persuasive.”
  • He’s not. And somehow, Jim Kirk, Captain of the Enterprise, and adult man, gets himself grounded, too.
  • Joanna gets sick with flu. And Jim, being the worried guy he is, gets himself sick trying to take care of her (also fully ignoring Bones’ advise to let him take care of that instead). The two of them lie feverishly in bed, TV on while Bones makes sure they’re properly tended to. “You’re a doctor,” Jim says, “you can heal us in a second.” “I know,” Bones says, resting the palm of his head against Jim’s forehead, “but y'know what? That won’t help you build up an immune system for when a disease rolls around I can’t fix.” “You suck,” Joanna says, and Jim huffs. “I agree.” “Oh, well, you know, when you talk sweet to your dad like that, he’s definitely not healing you quicker any time soon,” Bones says, getting up from Jim’s side of the bed to make sure Jo’s got a clean glass of cold water, “now rest. Both of you. And stop whining. A little suffering is good for the soul.”
  • Bones is always depressed for the first few weeks after they leave Joanna behind for a new Enterprise mission. He’s still in contact with Joanna once a week on scheduled times, and so Jim knows Bones is devastated when he’s stuck in surgery. But rather than just letting that opportunity to have contact slide, Jim chats with Joanna instead. He records it all; them trash talking Bones and Joanna’s grumpy “I miss dad. And you too, a little, Jim.” When Bones finally does get to his quarters, Jim plays it back for him. It does miracles for Bones’ mood, and Jim finds himself thinking that’s so much more important than the sex that happens because of this gesture. That’s also when he realizes he’s madly in love with this stupid doctor, and he really wouldn’t have it any other way.
The Scene™️️
  • Sherlock: Molly, please, without asking why, just say these words.
  • Molly: What words?
  • Sherlock: I.Love.You.
  • Molly: Leave me alone.
  • Sherlock: Molly, no, please, no! Don't hang up! Do not hang up!
  • Molly: Why are you doing this to me?! Why are you making fun of me?!
  • Sherlock: Please, I swear, you just have to listen to me. Molly, this is for a case. It's... it's a sort of experiment.
  • Molly: I'm not an experiment, Sherlock.
  • Sherlock: No, I know you're not an experiment, you're my friend. We're friends, but, please, just say those words for me.
  • Molly: Please don't do this. Just... just... don't do it.
  • Sherlock: It's very important. I can't say why. But I promise you, it is.
  • Molly: I can't say that, I can't... I can't say that to you.
  • Sherlock: Of course you can. Why can't you?
  • Molly: You know why.
  • Sherlock: No, I don't know why.
  • Molly: Of course you do.
  • Sherlock: Please, just say it.
  • Molly: I can't. Not to you.
  • Sherlock: Why?
  • Molly: Because... because it's true.
  • Because... it's true, Sherlock. It's always been true.
  • Sherlock: Well, if it's true, just say it anyway.
  • Molly: You bastard.
  • Sherlock: Say it anyway.
  • Molly: You say it. Go on. You say it first.
  • Sherlock: What?
  • Molly: Say it. Say it like you mean it.
  • Sherlock: I... I love you.
  • I love you.
  • Molly?
  • Molly please!
  • Molly: I love you.
Alternate ending to the 'I love you' scene

A coffin.

An order.

A phonecall.

“Molly, please, whithout asking why, just say these words.”

“What words? Sherlock?”

“I, love, you.”


“Leave me alone.”


“Molly, no, please no, do not hang up! Do not hang up.”

Eurus’ voice, demanding he speaks softer and softer. He obliges.

“I’m not an experiment, Sherlock.”

Fear. “No, I know you’re not an experiment, you’re my friend! We’re friends. But…please. Just…say those words for me.”

Pain. “Please don’t do this. Just…just… don’t do it.”

“It’s very important. I can’t tell you why, but I promise you it is.” She is very important.

“I can’t say that. I can’t… I can’t say that to you.”

“Of course you can. Why can’t you?”

“You know why.”

No, he doesn’t. He asks again.

“Because…” She hesitates. “Because it’s true, Sherlock. It’s always been true.”

Shock. But he can’t focus on the feelings. He has to make her say it. “Well, if it’s true just say it anyway.”

A disbelieving laugh. “You bastard.”

“Say it anyway.” Please, just say it.

“You say it. Go on. You say it first.” Shock. Hesitation. “Say it. Say it like you mean it.” Even if she knows he doesn’t.

Thirty second. He has to talk her into saying it. Now.

“I- I love you.”

Realisation. “I love you.”

It sounds true this time. But, after everything he’s done, everything he’s said, she has a hard believing it. And, when she finally does, it’s too late. She doesn’t have a chance to say it back.

“Molly? Molly, please.”

Zero. The screen turns black. “No!” he screams.

His sister’s voice. “Well, what a disappointment. Keeping her alive and hurt would have been way funnier.” She shrugs. “Too bad. Now, Sherlock, pull yourself together. I need you at peak efficiency.” A door opens. “In you own time.”

Rage, agony.

Sherlock screams his hurt on the world, he smashes the coffin until it’s unrecognisable the, sobs on the floor.


“I love you”, he whispers.


He’s out of this hell now, but somehow, he doesn’t feel better. Actually, the ouside world is even worse, like all the life and happiness had been taken away. Or maybe it’s just him…

“Oh, Sherlock!” comes Mrs. Hudson’s weeping voice. She hugs him fiercely, and it should have been comforting, but for some reason it’s not. He slowly hugs her back.

“It’s okay. We’re fine.” But she isn’t. So, what’s the point?

“No you’re not, young man. You hands are bleeding!”

He looks at his hands, that are, in fact, bleeding heavily. Raw knuckles, particles of woods incrusted in his flesh, deep cuts on his fingers. They should sting, but he can’t feel the pain right now… Actually, he can’t feel anything. Just… emptiness. And it’s probably for the best.

“Come on, Sherlock, let’s go. You two need to sleep.”

They rent two hotel rooms, and John immediately disappears in his. "Need some sleep,” he mumbles. “You should do the same.”

He tries to. Laying on his bed, he watches the ceiling. Sometimes he feels his eyes close, but he sees her face on the screen, giving him orders. So he forces them open.

He doesn’t sleep that night, haunted by the memories of Sherrinford. By the man who killed himself to save his wife, who ended up dying anyway. The three brothers. Redbeard. Molly…

Molly. Everytime he thinks about her, he feels an unfamiliar ache in his chest, like his heart is trying to escape his ribcage to tell him something. But, of course, he knows it is impossible. The heart is an organ, it doesn’t have feelings. Its sole function is to make the blood flow.

At dawn, he gives up trying to sleep and grabs his phone. He is immediately flooded by messages asking if he is okay. His parents’ mainly, also to ask if it is true that their daughter is still alive. Greg sends a few messages, as well as Anderson, surprisingly, and, even more so, he gets a text from Irene. For once, he takes the time to answer to each of them —even The Woman.

He then decides to read John’s blog, but it soon gets boring, so he updates his own —a post about bees.

Soon enough, he hears John’s footsteps in the room next to his. A few minutes after, he hears a knock on his door. “Sherlock, are you still sleeping?”

When he replies that he’s awake, John enters the room, and frowns when he sees Sherlock’s face. “Have you slept at all?”

“No.” Lying would be pointless.

His friend sighs. “I understand.”

Suddently, for an unknow reason, he feels anger rise in his throat. “No, you don’t!” he shouts.

John is not even startled. He smiles, but it’s sad. “I do, actually. Mary’s dead.”

It feels like he’s been puched in the guts. “I’m sorry.”

John doesn’t answers, he just shrugs. “Come one, Sherlock. We’re going to 221B. I don’t want to sleep in a bed that’s not mine for the rest of my life.”

So, they spend the whole day cleaning and saving what can be saved. The rug is intact, but the furnitures and walls are very damaged. John’s bedroom hasn’t suffered much, but Sherlock’s a mess, as well as the entire floor.

At the end of the day, the living room is pretty much restored —if you forget that there is a hole in the wall and that the furnitures are black. However, the couch is in a pretty good state, so Sherlock and John decide to spend the night here. Neither of them like the hotel room.

They order take-out and eat on the floor with Mrs Hudson. She’s the one who does most of the talking, but Sherlock doesn’t mind. He just doesn’t feel like talking.

When the door bell rings, John goes to open the door.

“You know, Sherlock,” Mrs Hudson is saying, her voice worried, “you seem very gloomy since you got out of Sherrinford. What happened?”

He wants to lie, say that everything’s fine, but the words just come out of his mouth. “She’s dead, Mrs Hudson. I couldn’t get her to say it, and now she’s dead.” His voice breaks at some point, and he feels her frail arms surrounding him, but he doesn’t look at her.

“Who, my dear?”

Before he can answer, John bursts into the room. His face his red and he’s breathing heavily. “Mo… Molly,” he utters in between breathes.

Sherlock feels his eyes widen as he sees a small figure appear from behind John. She’s there, face red from the cold, smiling shyly, dressed in an ugly sweater and covered in multiple layers of coat an scarf. She’s never been more beautiful.

“Um, hey, I was just coming to see if you needed someth-”

She doesn’t have a chance to finish before Sherlock pulls on her hand fiercely, drawing her to him. She falls in him arms and she collides with his chest. He hears a little squeal of surprise as he burries his face in the crook of her neck. “You here, you’re alive…” he whispers. The foreign feeling from before returns and his heart beats wildly in his chest. “You’re here, you’re alive,” he repeats, as if to convince himself.

He hears his best friend and his landlady leave the room. He should have felt embarrassed, probably should have let her go, but right now, he doesn’t care. How could he, when he’s feeling alive for the first time since he’s left Sherrinford?

He feels Molly shift in his arms, her hands stoking his back soothingly. “I’m fine, Sherlock.”

She probably doesn’t understand, but she still comforts him.

“How are you alive?” he asks.“ My sister…”

“Your sister?”

He quickly explains about Eurus and her game. He feels her tense when he gets to the phonecall, but he doesn’t let go. “I thought you were dead…” His voice breaks again, and he hates it.

“Well, I’m not,” she says reassuringly. “My house did not explode.”

She sighs on his neck and he shivers slightly, before frowning. What was that? “I’m not angry at you,” she murmurs, somehow understanding he is angry at himself. “You had no choice. I mean, I was hurt, but I understand. I’m fine, now.”

He draws back slightly, needing to see if she is saying the truth. Her big brown eyes only reflect trust and affection, so he relaxes himself against her. “Thank you, Molly.”

He kisses the corner of her lips soflty before drawing her against him again. After the initial shock, he hears her sigh of contentment, followed by his own.

His pathologist is alive, well, and more importantly, with him.

All is right again in Sherlock Holmes’ world.

What if Mob gave Shou the shovel talk when he starts dating Ritsu

But like


Like he just pulls Shou aside for a moment and says, “Please take care of my brother. He’s very important to me — even my promise to Master Reigen is broken if Ritsu gets hurt.”

It’s just meant to make a point like I would break my promise to help Ritsu, that’s how much I care about him but Shou takes it as if you hurt him I will break you

Mob being unintentionally intimidating is my favorite thing

“...Didn’t He?”

Requested by an anon. GIRIBOY IS BACK LOVELIES! My man is back and popping. 

Originally posted by hongshiyoung

Today, your two year anniversary. You’d been going two years strong. There is a reason why I say “you’d been”, instead of have been. You’ve never had a huge problem where you wanted to leave him. They were all minor. But that all changed today. Today was going to mark two years of your loving relationship with him, but he failed to remember. 

This day was very important. He promised he wouldn’t forget. He promised just last year he’d never forget. He even said he had it all planned out seven months ago! ‘So how could he forget?!’ You thought. 

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Tsukachan doesn’t know Japanese


Do NOT cut tonight. I know it’s hard and I know there are many good reasons. But promise me, whenever you see this on your dashboard, don’t cut tonight. Don’t even think about it. Whatever happened today to make you want to do this… It’s gone. It’s over. And it already hurted you once. Don’t think about it. Put your favorite music on and think of the best thing you can imagine. And please keep those blades away from your beautiful skin. Please.

Stay strong. I promise you’re not alone. I love you.