she replied to my post!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

As you can tell from the quality, I guess you could say art block has me burned out :’D (lol get it? Burned? Like toast? XD hahaha help me)

*throws this into the void and curls up in shame in her corner of Shay’s breadbox until Royai week*

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kittyichooseyou  asked:

I have a klk question, and I apologize if you've answered it before, but, do you find any significance in Ryuko taking a big bite out of an unpeeled lemon in her introduction? Like, was it just meant to make her seem hard? Or like, does it have some subtext I don't understand? Is she ever seen eating lemon/drinking lemonade as a background thing? I've always wondered about this. Thanks.

I gotta be honest with you: I’m atrocious at talking about symbolism. There’s a reason that my hundreds of essays hardly ever mention it. 

So… I haven’t especially covered this before, but I can provide some Thoughts.

First and foremost, the lemon scene has been largely understood as a homage to FLCL, a coming-of-age anime worked on by Gainax—the studio that Hiroyuki Imaishi and Masahiko Otsuka left to found Studio Trigger, which is the team behind Kill la Kill

In the first episode of FLCL, Naota, the protagonist, refuses to drink the rest of the sour, “Lemon Squash” pop that his friend Mamimi didn’t finish. He claims that he “[doesn’t] like sour drinks” and proceeds to toss the can aside.

However, at the end of the episode, Mamimi offers Naota the sour pop again, and his reaction changes. While he repeats his sentiment—“I told you, I don’t like sour stuff”—Naota doesn’t toss the can aside this time, instead guzzling the drink down.

So, when Ryuko, the protagonist of Kill la Kill, begins the first episode of her show not just forcing herself to consume something sour, but does so purposefully, without flinching… there’s probably something there. Kill la Kill’s director Imaishi did work extensively on FLCL, after all.

But what exactly is meant to be conveyed in either series is entirely dependent on how the “sour” symbol is understood.

On the one hand, the “sourness” could be a symbol of “first love.” For Naota to accept the drink in FLCL would be to accept an “indirect kiss” from Mamimi, who had been drinking from the can previously. The “first love” idea seems supported in Kill la Kill, with Ryuko noting, after Mataro steals her lemon (at least in the original Japanese script), “You’re that eager to learn what first love tastes like?”

Mataro: Bitch, don’t try to be all witty! I’ve had my first kiss!

And with the idea of “first love” comes the idea of childishness. Though it may have some… Unfortunate Implications, in both FLCL and Kill la Kill, it could be said that getting into a first romantic relationship is a sign of growing up. The fact that Naota initially refuses to taste “first love” represents his initial refusal to come of age—and the fact that Mataro in Kill la Kill insists that he has had his first kiss (or “get[s] way more action than [Ryuko]!” in the dub) represents his desire to seem “grown-up” and experienced.

Ryuko’s utterly blase eating of the lemon would then also imply that she has had romantic relationship(s) in the past and is not afraid of them.

However, with all of this, the “sourness” could simply be a larger metaphor: a metaphor of adulthood, maturity, that kind of stuff. Naota deciding to take in the sourness at the end of the first opening episode signifies that his show is going to feature his coming of age—something he initially didn’t want anything to do with, but that the story is going to push him to experience regardless. Ryuko immediately biting into a lemon could then signify that she’s already come of age, but—and more likely, considering Kill la Kill’s ending—it could also signify that she’s not afraid of the hardships, challenges, and “sourness” that comes with coming of age.

In this way, I also see the “sourness” as a bit of a metaphor for moving forward rather than running away. The lemon pop in FLCL is first featured when Naota struggles to tell Mamimi that his brother is seeing someone else—a hard, difficult, “adult” situation that’s not fun and not comfortable. Naota throws the can away, perhaps representative of how he wants to run away from this problem. At the end of the episode, though, Naota has revealed the truth to Mamimi, and he then drinks the pop, signifying that there’s no more running away: he’s growing up, whether he likes it or not.

But disregarding the FLCL tribute, a character introduction that features the character biting into a raw, unpeeled lemon is powerful on its own. It tells audiences right away that this character is badass—whether her lemon-eating is because she’s not afraid of growing up or hardship or “first love” or because of any other reason, you shouldn’t mess with this chick.

cambrasine replied to your postI think the little girl from My Hero Academia…

I think they mean the one that ran into deku at the end of last chapter

……. OOOHHHHHHHH 

oohhhhh okay that makes a lot more sense lol

and my answer still stands tho, Bakugou having a cute moment with any kid would be absolutely adorable and i’d love to see it

If I don’t meet Taylor this era it is officially over lmao.. like I really don’t know how to do it. My blog isn’t about reblogging my selfies a 100x for Taylor to see, I like blogging and editing. when she was here for her one show of the 1989 tour I tried to get Taylor’s attention and it didn’t work, she liked my posts and replied to my text post once and I just felt like maybe this was my time to finally meet her in 2015. I don’t wanna think that she didn’t want to meet me, but I don’t have the endless opportunities since I live in the Netherlands, Amsterdam. And it just sucks when I think about it bc I’ve been such a huge fan since speak now & I wish I could let Taylor know how much her music means to me and it just makes me sad. ☹️ just ignore this post but I hope everyone who has ever met her knows how lucky they are

Big Brother (peter parker x baby! reader)

Genre: fluff

word count: 893

Synopsis: The avengers brought a young baby girl back from an attack on a hydra base after being unable to locate her mother and it’s Peter’s duty to babysit and look after while the rest of the avengers team is out at a post-mission debriefing. How will peter react to having to care for such a young baby?

To put it in a simple context, Peter felt incredibly confused about what he was supposed to do but to him, it seemed more complex than that. The source of his confusion was a young child, a baby – perhaps no more than 3 months old at Bruce’s evaluations of her – whose eyes gave definition to the term ‘baby blue hues’ with no hinting at what colour they might develop to be as well as a hearty mop of curly dark hair (possibly brown, maybe black).

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Did I say FIGHT? I prolly meant fite. 

My one friend told me Sasster needed to go in the trash. Somehow Static and her weirdness obliged. Sorry for this terrible reply. I REALLY wanted to finish this and then of course I got hit by a stomach virus. FEEL MY SUFFERING WRATH U SASSY JERK <3

welp time for me Static to pay lol. @the-noise-maker hope you’re also enjoying this fiasco!

Not Anything Special (Part 2/2)

Caspian x Reader

May 29, 2017

Word Count: 1627

Requested by: @kingdomoflovingcaspian

Warnings: none

Note: I hope you enjoy reading the second half of the fic! 


Y/N sits in the bath again, staring at her bare knees. Was she really doing this? What was she thinking? That she would be the next queen of Narnia? That Caspian would actually fall in love with her? She wasn’t special. She was plain looking; her blonde hair resembled straw more than it did gold, because she didn’t have the time or resources to take good care of it. Her eyes were a dull grey, like cold stone.

“Y/N?” Sarah, Y/N’s closest friend in the castle, says through the door to the lavatory. “Are you out of the bath yet?”

“Just about,” Y/N says, standing. She steps out of the tub and wraps herself in a towel. “You can come in.”

Sarah pushes open the door and comes in with a bundle of fabric in her arms.  “Amelie told me to give you this. She says that it was hers.” Sarah holds it up by the shoulders and lets it fall.

A light blue dress drapes down, nearly reaching the floor. It was covered in silver stitching. It wasn’t anything special, but it was better than anything she had ever worn.

“Oh, wow,” Y/N breathes, putting a hand to the fabric. “I get to wear this?”

“If you want,” Sarah says, smiling. “The king will be blown away by this.”

Y/N feels her face flush and motions for Sarah to help her into the dress. As Y/N drops the towel, Sarah bunches up the dress. Y/N puts her arms through the sleeves and Sarah tugs it over her body. “Turn,” Sarah orders, and yanks at the strings of the bodice. Y/N yelps as she’s yanked back. Sarah laces up the bodice and pats Y/N on the shoulder when she’s done. “Do you want me to braid your hair?”

“Sure,” Y/N says. She takes a seat on a stool and Sarah gets to work. When she was done, she goes around to stand in front of Y/N. She looks at her friend, and Y/N could see the pride in her face. “He’d be a fool not to love you.”

Y/N smiles and hugs Sarah. A knock comes at the door and Joseph, one of their fellow servants, pokes his head in. “Are you two ready? He’s outside.”

Y/N heart stops and then goes twice as fast as it was before. “Okay,” she says, her voice shaky. Sarah gives her arm a comforting squeeze as they walk out.

Y/N goes out of the lavatory and finds all the servants clustered on a bed near the door, whispering. They gasp when she walks out, and she feels her face heat. She goes over to the door and opens it. Caspian starts from where he was leaning on the wall near the door. He lights up when he sees her.

“Hi,” he says. “You look beautiful.”

“Thank you,” Y/N says, bowing a little. “You look great, too.”

Caspian smiles. “Thank you. Shall we?”

Y/N nods and turns to close the door behind her. The group behind her all shrink back, ashamed of being caught. “Have fun!” Sarah calls, and Y/N waves before shutting the door.

Caspian takes her on a walk through the courtyard. “I’m taking you somewhere,” he says after a few minutes of walking in silence. “I do go places besides this courtyard.”

Y/N laughs. “I believe that. Where are we going?”

“I thought we could go for a picnic,” Caspian tells her. “So that we could talk. Get to know one another.”

“That sounds lovely,” Y/N says. She had her hands trailing at her sides, and her chest tightens when she feels Caspian’s fingers graze her own.

When they get to the outskirts of the castle, there are two horses waiting for them at the gates. “We’re leaving the castle?” Y/N asks, in surprise.

“Is that alright?” Caspian asks, and Y/N saw something like panic flicker over his face.

“No, it’s fine. I just don’t get to leave the grounds too often.” She lets him help her onto the tall, chestnut colored horse. He swings onto a black one to match and they set off.

They take a winding path through the woods that surround the castle. Candles lit their way. The woods were dark and quiet, with nothing to bother them. Y/N’s stomach was still turning when they got to a clearing in the woods. Caspian helps her off the horse and leads her to a small quilt, where a meal was laid out. They sit, and she starts to make their plates without thinking about it.

“You don’t have to do that here, you know,” he says, and she laughs nervously, setting down the plate in front of him. “Here, let me make yours, since you made mine.” He does so, and she takes it from him with an embarrassed smile. They eat, and Caspian says, “So where are you from, again?”

“A small village in Archenland,” she tells him. “My parents sent me here for better opportunities.”

“And you’re already practically head of staff, right?” Caspian asks, leaning over so that he was laying down with one arm propping him up.

“Yes, you could say that,” Y/N says, pride touched. “Amelie is an amazing boss.”

“She’s an amazing person,” Caspian agrees. “You enjoy living in the castle?”

“Yes, I do. It’s an amazing experience. Everyone treats everyone very well.”

“You’re very reserved,” he notes, and she smiles, looking at him. “Why?”

She takes a deep breath. “I don’t know,” she tells him. “I guess I’m polite? Being reserved and listening instead of talking has gotten me pretty far up to this point. Silence lets me think better. It’s the opposite you would expect from someone that works in a loud kitchen all day, I know.”

Caspian grins and laughs. “You can relax around me, Y/N. I may be the king but when we’re together I want you to think of me as your friend, first.”

She takes a bite of the food and realizes that he was right. She was being a dud- he was keeping up all the conversation, and she was acting like she didn’t want to be there. What should she ask him? “Do you like being king?” What a stupid thing to ask, she curses herself.

“I like it,” he laughs. “It’s not too hard of a life, if you know what I mean. I inherited a peaceful kingdom, and we rarely have problems.”

“Is it… a lot of pressure?” she asks, thinking back to that day four and a half years ago.

“How do you mean?” Caspian asks, taking a drink from his cup.

The old woman suddenly comes back to mind. The echoes of her voice, saying, Opportunities are good when people are around the Kings and Queens. Y/N turns back to Caspian. “Following the kings and queens of old,” she says, and he tilts his head to the side. “I mean, they’re legendary.”

He twists his mouth. “It can be a lot to handle at times, if we’re being honest. They left quite a legacy.”

Y/N nods, relaxing a little. “I heard you lo- liked, I mean, Queen Susan.”

Caspian shrugs, but the low candle light of the clearing didn’t hide his blush. “No, not more than friends. Not any more than any of her siblings.”

Y/N nods. She lets out a breath and lays down, letting herself forget the fact that Caspian was royal and she was a servant. “Do you miss them?”

“I do,” Caspian says. “But I have no idea when they will return, if they do. So I try not to plan my future around that.”

Y/N turns her head and looks at him. “What do you plan your future around, Caspian?”

He looks back at her, and her breath hitches as he rolls over so that he was looking down at her. “I’d like to plan it around you.”

~*~*~

Y/N’s heart races as she stares at herself in the mirror. She had never seen herself in a more beautiful way. She was dressed in a gorgeous, billowing white gown. Her hair was shining, soft, and golden, tied back away from her face to show off her high cheekbones and sparkling eyes. Sarah stood over her, trying to affix the veil in her hair without disturbing the braid.

“You’ve got too much of this stuff,” Sarah teases her, running a strand of hair between her fingers. She steps off the stool and gives the veil one last fluff before stepping back. “You look amazing, Y/N.”

Y/N turns and looks at her, tears brimming in her eyes. “This is really happening, right? I’m not imagining this?”

“This is as real as Aslan,” Sarah tells her, taking her hands in her own. “You’ll be a great queen.”

Y/N nods as Amelie rushes into the room. “Y/N,” she gasps. “It’s time. Come now, come on!”

Y/N picks up her shirts and Sarah picks up the train of the gown, and they make their way out of the room. They hurry through the halls of the castle and stop outside of the doors to the main hall. They grasp each other in a quick hug before the doors are pulled open and the entire kingdom stands before her. At the very end of the isle stands Caspian, beaming.

Just over an hour later, the minister pronounces them man and wife, King and Queen of Narnia, and Caspian kisses her.

“I love you, to the ends of Narnia,” Caspian whispers, his forehead pressed against hers. “I couldn’t have asked for anyone more perfect to be my bride. We will do great things.”

Y/N smiles broadly, unable to keep her happiness down. “I couldn’t have asked for anyone more amazing to be my husband,” she replies, kissing him again.  

greyramblings replied to your post “spanishmal replied to your post “Man IDK like I don’t judge people…”

When I was back in California my friend had these two dobes and they were incredibly intimidating (I was like… 12) They barked and growled and postured at the window while I was coming up the driveway, and they’d do the same posturing thing behind an open door. As soon as I was let inside they stopped and DEMANDED that I rub them behind their ears and rub their necks. The friend told me “Be careful not to pet Freya too much, she gets over excited and pees everywhere”.

A lot of guarding breeds are like that :) My GSDs would do the same, if you came up to the door you’d swear that they’d bite you if not for the physical barrier between you. Open the door and it’s all whimpers and wagging tails and begging to be pet. For welcomed guests, anyway. We did not have a home intruder during the time we had them- our only break in occured with Mocha, my parents’ chow mix (who was also an unadoptable dog with severe and intense fear issues!), and she was definitely not asking him to pet her.

@crippledhockwalker has met Mocha and he can tell you that she is… different. She’s 8 years old at this point and fairly happy in her life, but she takes a lot of things personally and is the first to slink off to hide with her tail tucked at any given opportunity. She flinches when you touch her and if you wave your arms and if anything gets loud. And that’s an improvement considering as a puppy she would scream, skitter, and hide behind the nearest family member and whimper curled up in the tiniest ball possible there at the mere prospect of being touched by a stranger. And would bite us- to hurt, complete with ugly face and ugly noises- if anyone touched her head or face. She was set to be put down with her entire litter at the shelter. We took them in, fostered and rehabbed, and then rehomed to people who knew if they didn’t continue to improve they’d need to be PTS. Mocha is one of 13. She is the last living dog of all her siblings, all except two were PTS for temperament. The two that were not were spooked, bolted, and HBC.

Next of kin

It was that time of year again. All staff at Holby had to update their personal paperwork. As if there isn’t enough paperwork involved in the job thought Bernie. She and Serena were sat across from each other at Serena’s kitchen table, slowly but surely going through their personal paperwork.

“Ah yes, because my date of birth changes every year” says Serena jokingly looking up at Bernie. Bernie smirks “Ah yes, I forgot about that.” Then both laughed. “However, quite a few things have changed” says Serena looking up at Bernie. Bernie nods with a soft smile. “It appears Marcus is still my next of kin” Serena looks taken aback. It had never dawned on her that he would be Bernie’s next of kin had anything bad happened. She knew they were still married when Bernie started at Holby but it still never occurred to her. “Right…” said Serena “You’ll need to change that.” Bernie looks up to meet Serena’s gaze. “You’re right… I-I guess I’ll put down Cameron’s details, they’ll have most of them on file anyway” Bernie says reluctantly looking down at her paperwork.

Serena stops what she is doing, puts the pen she was holding down and looks directly at Bernie. “Well, I was thinking maybe you would put down me?” Serena says with a hint of question in her voice. Bernie raise her head to meet Serena’s eye line “I couldn’t bare the thought of something happening to you and me not being the first to know” said Serena. Bernie smiles “Are you sure?” Serena gets up and moves over to the chair beside Bernie, placing her hands on Bernie’s lap. “Of course I’m sure. In fact why don’t I make you my next of kin too.” Serena says with a bit of hope in her voice. Bernie can’t stop smiling. “I couldn’t think of anything better.” Serena gives Bernie a light kiss on the lips and gets up to go back to her original seat.

“Maybe giving up our Friday night to finish this paperwork wasn’t such a bad idea after all.” Said Bernie without moving her head to look at Serena. “Ah! So you’re saying I was right” replied Serena, Bernie could see the Serena’s smile out of the corner of her eye. “Maybe just this once” she smirked.

“Did you change your address” Serena asks Bernie. “No I changed that once I moved out of Marcus’. All my post comes to the flat” she replied “Yes, but it’s such a bother you having to go back at forth. Why don’t you just change your home address to here and your home phone while you’re at it” Serena suggests. Bernie looks confused. “You should just move in?” Bernie looks at Serena. “I mean you’re here all the time anyway” Serena says trying to make a strong argument to Bernie “an–” She’s cut off by Bernie kissing her. Her arms gently wrap around Serena and make her feel safe and content. Bernie pulls away “You’re just full of ideas today Campbell aren’t you?” She smiles kissing her again. “So is that a yes?” Serena says looking up into Bernie’s eyes. “Bernie rests her forehead on Serena. "Yes” they both smile. “But I better get cracking on this paperwork, there’s a lot I have to change.” Serena holds onto Bernie for a couple of minutes more before letting her go to finish her paperwork.

An hour later Bernie was still in the kitchen filling out paperwork but Serena was enjoying a cup of tea on the sofa watching TV. She hears the living room door creak open turns her head to see Bernie coming in and rubbing her neck. “I think you’re trying to tire me out, but change almost my whole personnel file” she smirks siting down closely by Serena. Serena looks at her “We haven’t even started the fun yet.” She winks standing up and outstretching her hand for Bernie to take it and follow her. So Bernie did, but the stairs along the hall and into Serena’s bedroom. “It’s no longer mine, it’s ours” Serena says looking around. “I think we might need to christen it” Bernie comes up behind Serena and wraps her arms around her waist. Serena can feel Bernie’s warm body up against hers, and is comforted in this stance. Their bodies close, Bernie’s head resting on her shoulder. “Thank you!” whispered Bernie into Serena’s ear and placed soft kisses along her jaw. “You make me unbelievably happy” she whispered again cause Serena to lead her to their shared bed and have her way with her. Tomorrow they would give Hanssen their updated personnel files and be each other’s first port of call.

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                                      so far today has been a GOOD day for jennie, her father had woken that morning in a better mood, the sun was shining & she had aced the test she had studied so hard for. once the bell chime sounds DISMISSING them for their lunch she puts everything into her backpack before zipping it up & setting it on her chair. petite figure swirls around in her chair finding that of her friend who sat in the back of the class. his gaze is down, ATTENTION seemingly elsewhere so she takes the opportunity to get up & slowly make her way over to him.

once she’s gotten close enough she PLOPS herself down in the empty seat in front of his,     boo !    she’s not exactly sure if her attempt to scare him has worked but she finds it funny nonetheless, a small laugh leaving her lips.     what’cha get on YOUR test ri ? 

i shouldnt feel bad for like. ignoring my coworkers texts right. its my days off. she has no emergency she just doesnt want to work. im feeling like total shit from being off my meds + a weekend of drinking and heavy socializing. im behind on other life stuff. i cried for ages last night and my eyes are Still puffy. like idk ive just had a really busy week and i have another one coming up and i wanted one day 2 chill and catch up and she tried to get me to cover a shift yesterday but i was rly hungover and also not going to miss pride but then she messaged me last night about today and i havent replied and i plan on messaging her late tonight saying i was out of cell service 🤷🤷🤷🤷 i feel bad but i dont feel like texting back and dealing with it when i kinda dont have 2. im depressed my dudes

anonymous asked:

"why are they always onyxes and obsidians" because colorful jewels have girl cooties duh black is the only MANLY color

It just… yeah. I really like Steven’s own pretty casual relationship with gender and gender expression and masculinity and the whole pink roses aesthetic - and this has all been said a billion times and far better than I could manage right now, so I don’t really want to get into it. But anyway stuff like this feels kinda jarring, and as a bonus is usually filled to the brim with completely superfluous attempts at being ~edgy~.

You know who I can’t wait to actually see? Bismuth.

Because holy crap

have you

seen

this thing? Wow.

anonymous asked:

That anon needs to read ALL of newamsterdame's fics. What else do you even need TBH? Lol but really they're soooooo good

No but to be 100% honest mood???? I love Asma’s fics so much they’re in every single rec list I’ve made since she’s started writing bakushima they’re seriously between the best fics in this fandom I’m so in love with both her characterization and style ;A;

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WHAT IS JIMIN SORRY ABOUT????? WHAT WAS HE GONNA DO??? I NEED ANSWERS 😭😭 btw i missed your writing❤❤❤❤

HES SORRY FOR EVERYTHING INCLUDING STEALING MY HEART!!!!!! BTW I MISSED YOU TOO FRIEND 😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️

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anonymous asked:

What would you call the clothing style you draw?? It's super cool but idk what to search for when trying to find references >~<;

When I draw characters in regular causal clothes that arent fancy or egl I draw Japanese street/alternative fashion! I feel my knowledge of street fashion actually isnt that great im not the best person to talk about this but Ill try to help…..

there are alot of different styles [and im not really good at naming the styles >~< ] so it really depends on the style you are looking for! punk, kodona, gyaru, lolita, gal, fairy kei, gyaru hime, rock, visual kei [ like for example…. alternative American fashion would be like…scene, preppy, goth???? I think???]

if your looking for good street clothing refs I would 100% recommend buying Kera or visiting the website [or download if you can find scans] this is my fav fashion mag and there are a BUNCH of different styles in it and alot of name brands like Liston flavor

also there is a mag called Zipper! its mostly aomoji style [this is the style I draw Kenma in alot] its a simpler style but still really cute

another good way to find references is by looking up name brands! this usually leads to the brand name or other styles that look close to it! like looking up HBA you get this style [I draw alot of guys in this style cuz its really easy to remember how the designs usually look]

there are alot of websites and tumblrs that just focus on street fashion like Girls street snap Tokyo-fashion and streetsnapfashion! also Pyrrhics is A+++++ at fashion and she is sooooo pretty

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This is a very long list of replies. I haven’t answered some which I don’t really know what to reply apart from THANK YOU FOR YOUR COMMENTS!! <3

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I think I am going to start posting individual reply posts when you guys comment like I see other people doing, because this took me like 2 hours of copying and pasting :/ lol 

Also - I will try and catch up with all of your blogs soon! PEACE!  xxx

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