thanks for suffering me guys; really

Hospital Starters
  • [ Requested by Anon about a week ago. Warnings for blood, suicidal thoughts, and medical stuff. Thanks! : ]
  • "Hey, you're awake!"
  • "Where am I?"
  • "You hit your head. There was so much blood that I got scared."
  • "Don't try to get up. You're safe here."
  • "I hate this place..."
  • "How could you do this to yourself?"
  • "The world didn't give me a choice, and now, I'm suffering even more!"
  • "You really came..."
  • "I told you I would be here when you woke up."
  • "How many tests did they do on you?"
  • "If I wasn't drugged up, I could tell you the names of every test they do in this place."
  • "When are they going to let you leave?"
  • "They said that I'll be here for a few days. Maybe a week."
  • "What happened to you? You have so many things sticking out of you."
  • "That's what happens when you're dying."
  • "It's probably time to change those bandages..."
  • "You aren't in pain, are you?"
  • "You were in an accident. You almost didn't make it."
  • "That would explain why I feel terrible."
  • "I thought you were dead..."
  • "I'm not dead, am I?"
  • "I didn't know it was this bad..."
  • "I may not live much longer..."
  • "I'm dying..."
  • "You can't die! There has to be something they can do!"
  • "I'm too far gone for any surgery to fix me."
  • "I want you to know that I'll miss you most."
  • "Don't say that! I don't like it when you talk like this..."
  • "I just want it to happen so I don't have to think about it all the time."
  • "I wanted to say goodbye to you one more time."
  • "If you don't get some sleep, I'm going to hit this button and tell a nurse you're bothering me."
  • "Don't abuse that call button!"
  • "You know that button only works every five seconds, right?"
  • "Maybe if I push it hard enough, more will come out."
  • "I get to come home today."
  • "Did you fill out the release forms yet?"
  • "They hooked me up with a bunch of prescriptions. I'm gonna be high as a kite."
Injury Daveed Diggs x Reader

Sorry it’s been radio silent for ages but I haven’t really had the time or motivation to write. This fic is my first RPF and the first fic I’ve written for quite while (and I didn’t spend much time writing it), so sorry if it’s bad. I know it’s a lot shorter than usual. It’s for a great author who has unfortunately broken their wrist, @protecting-my-legacy. I hope you guys enjoy!


“Come on Y/N, come roller-skating with me! It’ll be fun! Please?” begged Daveed. You groaned and picked yourself up off the couch, you were really hoping for a relaxing night in.
“I suppose, just this once” you said with a long-suffering sigh. Daveed jumped up excitedly and pecked you on the lips.
“Thanks! I know this isn’t really your thing but you won’t regret it!”


You regretted it.

You were unsure on your feet and managed to get into a collision with another rollerblader. Of course, being the gentleman that he is, Daveed immediately swept you into his arms and was in the process of taking you to the ER. 


“I’m so sorry” he whispered, pressing his lips to your forehead. “If I didn’t force you to come, you wouldn’t be hurt right now”. You blinked back tears as your arm ached.
“It’s ok ‘veed, you didn’t know it was going to happen.”
“But still I-” You shut him up by gently pressing your lips to his, wincing as you shifted your wrist.
“Hey be careful!” He said, worried.
“I know, I know.” You replied, before snuggling into his arms for the rest of the taxi ride there.


*Poke poke*
No reaction.
*Poke poke*
Still nothing.
“I’m bored 'veed!” You said, trying to get some sort of entertainment.
“I can tell.” He chuckled. “We have been here for 3 hours now.” You gave an exaggerated sigh.
“It better be my turn soon cos I’m about to go crazy”.
“Patience, love. You’ll see the doctor soon.”

You saw the doctor and, 2 x-rays and a mental breakdown later, it was revealed that you had a hairline fracture. Of course, Daveed felt extremely guilty about the whole thing. He tried to make it up to you by taking care of you.
“I’m not a baby, I can feed myself. Besides, it’s not like my other arm is broken too.”
“I know love but let me take care of you, just this once”. You sighed but eventually allowed it.

Not 10 minutes ago, Daveed had walked into the room, precariously balancing a tray in one hand and opening the door with the other. Since you had injured yourself, Daveed had been bringing all your meals to you in bed. He barely let you leave the bed (despite it being perfectly fine for you to do so) in case you fell and injured yourself even more. You were a little irritated but allowed it (at least for a while) because you knew Daveed was just worried about you.

After eating and watching a movie on Netflix together, Daveed held you close and started humming softly in your ear.
“You should get some rest and heal up love”.

He continued his humming and you drifted off to sleep, safe in his arms. 

Hey Guys

So I wanted to share something with you guys, and sometimes I can get reluctant on getting too personal because it’s just an insecurity I suffer from. But honestly, I really want to let you guys know how much I love and appreciate all of you. Seriously.

Ive always struggled with depression, and it’s here again (unfortunately) so I’ve had a pretty cloudy head lately, and life has just been constantly showing me that it’s relentless and unforgiving recently. But I swear, every time I get to interact with you guys, whether on here or on Ff. Net or ao3 or any other social media, it brightens my day up so much. To be able to share a passion of mine (im so passionate about dbz/vegebul haha just like all of you) in writing or art, and to be able to see all of you guys passions really makes me feel fulfilled. This community has made some dark days a little more tolerable, and I can’t thank you all enough. I consider you all my friends, and I really mean it when I respond to you all as friends, and I believe in letting people know when they mean a lot to you.

Thank you guys for giving me an outlet, thank you guys for reading my stories and leaving such lovely comments, and thank you guys for sharing your amazing works and putting a smile on my face. I really love this community and all the wonderful people it introduced me to💙💙💙

(and a special thank you to @blacksheep1105 who has always checked in on me. I adore you so much! 🤗)

Help me please!

Please I need help.
I hate to do this and I’ve never thought I would need this, but I’m really in serious troubles now and me and my family need all the help we can get.
Probably many of you who followed me so far, have noticed I recently suffered a bereavement, which not only has obviously resulted in emotional and physical stress and depression, but also into a downright financial catastrophe that is leading us to an actual state of survival emergency. We can’t find a job,it’s very hard to find something I could do with my social anxiety and a bad back problem that I can’t resolve without a proper medical therapy, which obviously would take money I don’t have at the moment.
Meanwhile we are also probably going to face an eviction and we have no place to go.
Please if you can donate something to my PayPal, anything would be appreciated, to let us eat and pay the bills until we finally get a financial stability and don’t have to struggle to survive everyday anymore.
If you can’t donate, or even if you can, please signal boost this post and give me and my family another chance to hope for a future.
Thanks in advance to everyone for your time.
This is my PayPal mail: lmeaow@yahoo.com

I’ll keep you updated if something changes.

anonymous asked:

How would Germany and Prussia react to Germany's fem s/o opening up to both of them about something really hard that she went through watching a former best friend suffer and not being able to do anything about it? And she didn't want to tell them because they've been through things worse than that in their years as countries and she doesn't want to burden them with her pain?

Ahhh I tripped over my own feet and banged my knee really hard when I fell, why am I so clumsy. T.T I wish these guys would comfort me lol, but I’m glad to write them comforting their s/o, darling~! Thank you so much for sending in a request! I’m sorry it took me a little to get to it. We’ve been getting a lot of angsty requests and they’ve been tearing at my soul. T.T Still, I hope that this is alright and that you like it~! 

Germany: He would definitely be upset when his s/o tells him about this. He’s worried that his s/o feels like she can’t come and talk to him about what is bothering her, especially since he loves her so much. Ludwig starts wondering in the back of his mind if he’s done anything to make his s/o believe he doesn’t care and tells himself he’ll do better in the future. Still, he keeps himself together because he wants to be there for his s/o as she’s opening up to him about something that is so huge. He would listen to all that his s/o has to say, carefully taking in every word and then afterwards he would hold her close and give her a kiss on her forehead. He just wants to comfort her, what she went through was extremely difficult. Ludwig would be glad she finally opened up to him and make sure to let his s/o know that he’s always there for her whenever she needs him, she’s not even close to being a burden. <3


Prussia: Gilbert starts off as surprised that his brother’s s/o is also opening up to him. It’s a great feeling though. He’s come to think really highly of her, so it’s good to know that she trusts him with such a big part of her past. He’d watch his brother and know that Ludwig was struggling but he also understands his brother is strong. So while his brother is trying to clear his mind, he’d encourage Ludwig’s s/o to tell them about what happened, because they’re both there to listen. He’d actually be very caring and would pay attention to what she says, because he knows this is important. When she’s done telling them about what happened, he’ll start to feel bad as well. Sure, both him and his brother have been through some crazy things as countries but they’re countries. This girl is a human and yet here she is, trying her best to be strong and get through this on her own. So Gilbert would jump in and tell her that she means a lot to both of them so he’s always available to talk to as well! But he’d let his brother do most of the comforting. <3

-Mod Lily

Well, I got bored and I couldn’t sleep. I wanted to draw something for a favorite youtuber of mine, as an appreciation thing. …But I couldn’t. My skills wouldn’t let me. XD I’ve been wanting to do something like this for awhile. It’s a bit… crappy, but eh. I don’t own any pictures used.


Here comes the deeper side of this.


As someone who has suffered through depression, I can say this: when your mind is as dark as it is, sometimes all you need is a genuine smile or a real laugh or two. These guys were able to give that to me constantly, eventually lifting the darkness off of my shoulders. I can smile, I can laugh again. I am myself, again, thanks to these guys and a chosen few.


I wish I could meet one of these guys, someday… I would really like to thank them in person.

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HI TRICHSTERS!!!! This is my first time posting in the trich tag! my name is Naya, im a 19 year old college student in Arizona and i suffer from trichotillomania. i have NO HAIR on my head, at any given moment i may have maybe like more than 2 eyelashes and my brows come and go! i get asked A LOT how i do my hair and makeup with trich, and i was just wondering if i started making videos on how i do my makeup with trich + products i use, and how i make my wigs look natural, would you guys watch them?? please like this if you would because I think it would be a really cool thing for me to start doing! thanks you guys MUCH love!!!

anonymous asked:

((Oh my god this entire thing is killing me but breathing life into me at the same time???? How are u guys so good at this holy moly))

honestl y thank you? This made me so happy to read, i felt like everything I was doing isn’t really pleasing anyone ahah!

And to answer how we are so good at this? For my reason, I am a very creative person told by many people, so I put a lot of my thoughts and effort into all of these asks/drawings, making it as perfect as possible. -Mod straw

anonymous asked:

smelly?

Bendy: Okay first off, Rude. Do you see me walkin’ around askin’ if people are smelly?  

  Second off, I’m not ‘smelly’ I just smell really strongly of ink, that’s all! I AM made of the stuff. But I guess if you don’t like the smell of ink….

Bendy: Then suffer the answer would be yes? I mean, I don’t know what it smells like, if you hadn’t noticed I kinDA DON’T HAVE A NOSE??

How to Love (Final Part)

Title: How to Love (Final Part)

Characters: Dean x Reader, Cas

Summary: Set in the 2014end!verse, Dean stays with (Y/n) during her final moments after she suffers a fatal injury.

Word Count: 3,316

Warnings: character death, injury,

POV: Readers, 2nd person + Dean’s (kinda)

A/N: yay so I got it out earlier than I thought! It didn’t end as happy as I wanted it to, but after what happens it’s kinda hard to turn 180 on the characters. I hope you guys like it! Please let me know what you think!

read part one, part two, part three and part four first!

You could feel yourself slipping in and out of consciousness, the darkness pulling you under and you fell to it welcoming each time it came for you. Once you came to a few minutes later, you wished you hadn’t. The pain had faded out what felt like hours ago, leaving you with a dull emptiness where a blade once cut through your flesh.

The dizziness was slowly beginning to drag you under again when you heard a voice ring out in the distance. You forced your eyes open, staring in the only direction your body would allow you. Then you heard it again. It was low, broken, and desperate like the source had just crawled from the depths of hell itself just to get there. Only, it sounded far more frightened than you could have ever prepared yourself for.

“(Y/n)!” The voice called out again, cracking at the echo of your name.

Dean.

You tried to call back to him. Your lips parted for a second time and the only sound that moved past your tongue was the shallow breaths from your weakening lungs. It was becoming more and more difficult just to breath, let alone grab the attention of a man too far away to see.

You could hear his footsteps running along the corridor and suddenly his blurry figure came into view. He froze dead in his tracks and it was in that moment you knew he had spotted you. His knees nearly gave out under him as he caught himself on a nearby railing.

Your fingers twitched slightly in an effort to raise your hand to him, but it fell against the concrete limply.

He was racing towards you when the darkness took over again.

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Kat had the idea of Roy and Riza being reincarnated in the modern world and when they first meet wondering why they seem so familiar to each other ♥

Yo ok that was really fun to draw. Also, listen to this song, it fits it quite well ´u`

Btw thanks you guys for bearing (and suffering) with me concerning that last thing I did /D

anonymous asked:

um for some reason a rogue one gif set just reminded me that when i went to see the movie and the guy asked if i wanted my popcorn to be salty or sweet i really said 'sweety..' and now i want to die again i had successfully suppressed this memory until now oh god

omfg this just makes me think of the thing that’s like “actually, sweatie :)” 

thanks for sharing your moment of suffering it made me laugh

anonymous asked:

That was helpful, thanks. I have that kind of extra respect for transexual people, idk, you guys are really tough. Not only transitioning being really hard (for some people, too hard) and suffering transphobia, you are brave and kind. Also, say hey to your friend for me, please, she seems wonderful ~that anon that asked about stuff

thanks sm :) i will

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First part: http://cawcawalpacafuckers.tumblr.com/post/120846186109/what-if-laura-ends-in-such-a-big-danger-that

So yesterday I posted a draw that, by my VERY big surprise, has now over 700 notes. And seriously guys, what’s wrong with you?

I never had that amount of notes! And in so a short period of time. I’m very happy to see that I’m improving and that all of you liked it.

So to thank you (or make you suffer a little more) I did this continuation of the story

BUT NOW IT’S YOUR TURN TO TELL ME HOW YOU’D WANT TO SEE ENDING THIS.

I HAVE TWO POSSIBLE ENDINGS IN MIND, one very bad and one not so bad…

So if you want you can send me a message with your opinion on how it should end.


Thank you, really guys, this has made me so happy you can’t belive it.

The Earth Laughs in Flowers

Pairing(s): one sided Jicheol, Jeongcheol

Word Count: 4.5k

Summary: “Seungcheol” Jihoon snaps his head up “You’re in love with Seungcheol-hyung.” It’s not even a question and the older looks down in defeat, giving a small nod.

“The Hanahaki Disease is an illness born from one-sided love, where the patient throws up and coughs of flower petals when they suffer from one-sided love. The infection can be removed through surgery, but the feelings disappear along with the petals.”

Notes:this is literally the longest thing ive ever written holy shit
i didnt write this much for nanowrimo last year
it’s not my best piece of writing but please enjoy if you can and please dont kill me
(also writing boo’s and woozi’s friendship was really interesting i hope you guys like it)thank you so much to camila for beta-ing this for me youre awesome

Read it on AO3


To say that Jihoon has been having a bad week is putting it lightly.

The boy has been producing like crazy for Seventeen’s newest album, getting little to no sleep due to both that and rehearsals for their new title song and, to top all of that, has barely been able to talk, his throat feeling constricted and scratchy and it hurts to even think about saying anything.

He feels miserable.

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Hold Me In Your Arms {Isaac Lahey}

Requested by: Anon “Can you do something with Isaac and the Motel California episode? Maybe you help him when he’s under the bed? Thanks!”

(Sorry, this one is really long. I hope you guys like it!)

You hate cross country. It’s probably the worst thing you’ve ever had to suffer through. But, unfortunately, your track coach requires that you run if you aren’t in a fall sport. Even worse is that you’re good at long distance running, which puts you on varsity cross country. It’s not that you hate running, per se, it’s just that you hate the five hour long bus rides, staying in some dingy hotel, and running for miles on a dusty road. You did much better on a paved track, at least in your opinion. The fact that Isaac, your boyfriend, is also on the team brings you some comfort, but it’s still not a pleasant experience for you. So when the bus finally pulls up in front of some tiny ‘Motel Glen Capri,’ you’re the first off the bus. Coach Finstock goes through some spiel about how everyone here is a degenerative sexual pervert, hands off room keys and tells you all to pick roommates.

“Y/N, wanna room with Lydia and I?” Allison and Lydia appear behind you, making you jump.

“Coach is letting you guys stay with the team?” You ask.

“My bet is that he’s just so exhausted, he wouldn’t care if a few hitchhikers decided to run cross country tomorrow.” Lydia giggles. You smile gratefully before following your friends to your temporary home.

“We’re out of towels!” Allison hollers from the shower. Lydia doesn’t even look up from her magazine.

Lydia will go get them!” You shout back, grinning as the strawberry blonde glares at you. You shoot her an air kiss while she begrudgingly gets up to go get towels. You pick up her discarded magazine and start leafing through it, listening to what sounds like a giant crash from downstairs. Lydia returns quickly with a displeased look on her face.

“What’s up, buttercup?” You say teasingly. She shoves the towels in your face.

“Do these smell like nicotine to you?” You crinkle your nose at the overwhelming scent.

“Ew. Yes.” Lydia tosses them in the bathroom before facing you.

“I’m going to go complain.” You roll your eyes.

“Please don’t ruin the manager’s night.” You plead as she leaves the room.

“No promises.”

Allison comes out of the bathroom a few minutes later.

“I’m gonna go call my dad, okay?” You nod, watching her leave as well. Your phone chimes with a text right as you return to the magazine, and you smile at Isaac’s name on the screen.

How’s your room?” The text reads.

Dingy and reeks of cigarette smoke. Yours?

Nice, but lonely without my favorite person.” You feel your cheeks redden at his sweet words.

Stiles is right next door to you, Isaac.

I’m talking about you, smart ass.

Well, I guess it’s too bad that I’m so far away…” You write teasingly.

Or you could come sleep in my room.

Our room is a little crowded.

Room 221 :)” You jump out of bed and pull your shoes on, leaving a quick note for Lydia and Allison.

You watch the room numbers go by until you finally reach room 221. You give a quick courtesy knock before opening the door.

“Isaac?” Isaac looks up at you and breaks out into a grin.

“Look who decided to show up.” He holds out his arms. “Come lie with me, love.” You move towards him, taking your shoes off as you go.

“Alright, but only if I have to.” You jump onto the bed, making Isaac bounce, and settle into his arms. Cross country trips are hard, but they’re a lot easier when your boyfriend is with you.

“I love you, Y/N.” Isaac whispers sleepily right as you’re about to drift off.

“Love you too, I.” You mumble before falling asleep.

And that’s how you remain, locked in each other’s embraces. That is, until Isaac sits up suddenly, moving you to the side. You, the heavy sleeper, mumble something incoherent before turning on your side and going back to sleep. You can vaguely hear Isaac rambling about something before he suddenly jumps back onto the bed. Unfortunately, he lands right on you. You shoot up, disgruntled at being woken up.

“Ow! What the hell, Isaac?” He’s got a pillow over his head and is shaking. You gently shake him. “Isaac?” He looks up at you, except he’s not looking at you, just past you. You turn your head to see what he’s staring at when he screams loudly. “Isaac!” No matter how hard you shake him, he won’t stop screaming. You run towards the only option you can think of at the moment; Lydia and Allison.

“Y/N! There’s something seriously wrong with this hotel.” Stiles states after you run into he and Lydia.

“You think? Isaac and I were just sleeping when suddenly he sits up and starts rambling. Then he jumps right on me and starts screaming!” The two share a look. “What’s wrong?”

“We’re pretty sure something is causing the werewolves to act crazy, like wolfsbane or something.”

“Like at Lydia’s party?” Lydia huffs.

“Yes, let’s all bring up the party, that’s a great idea, not like I was humiliated by it or anything.” She starts sulking as the rest get to business.

“So, Isaac was screaming and acting crazy, Ethan tried to hack his torso open, Scott almost assaulted Allison in the shower, and Boyd punched through a vending machine.” Stiles muses. So that explains the breaking sound.  Lydia stops over a grate suddenly and you decide to go back and see if Isaac’s okay. Right as you walk in the room, Lydia and Stiles shove you to the side. You follow them to the bathroom and see Boyd trying to drown himself. You back out of the bathroom when you hear loud breathing coming from under the bed. You slowly creep towards it and get down on your knees to move the bed skirt up.

Isaac stares up at you in horror while cowering further away. You frown and hold your hand out to him.

“Isaac? Hey, what’s wrong?” He starts shaking his head.

“Freezer…Dad, let me out! Let me out!” His eyes flash yellow and you back up, taking it as a warning sign.

“Isaac, he’s not here! You’re okay! You’re under a hotel bed, and I’m just trying to get you out. It’s me, I. It’s Y/N.” You start reaching your hand under the bed and he reaches his out towards you.

“Y/N?” You smile reassuringly.

“Yeah, it’s just me.” Stiles slides next to you, and you can see that he has a…flare?

“Hey, Isaac. Got something here for ya.” You see Stiles start to throw the flare and you grab his arm.

“Stiles, don’t!” He tosses the flare under the bed with his wrist and drags you away from the bed. The two of you watch as Isaac shoots out from under there, eyes yellow and fangs coming out of his mouth. You shake Stiles off and run towards your disoriented boyfriend.

“Isaac?” He grabs you and pulls you to his chest, shaking. He slides down against the bed until the two of you are curled up on the floor, him sobbing and you trying to calm him down. Lydia and Stiles start to approach, but you shoo them away, mouthing that ‘it’ll all be fine.’

“He-he was here, Y/N, he locked me in the freezer for giving him the wrong wrench. But I didn’t give him the wrong wrench!” Isaac chokes out. You rub his back soothingly, having dealt with Isaac’s PTSD flashbacks before.

“No, he wasn’t. Remember what we’ve talked about, I? Your dad’s dead, the freezer was burned, you live with Scott and Melissa now, I’m your girlfriend, and if anything even close to what happened to you in the past happened again, which it wouldn’t, the pack would save you in a heartbeat. Okay?” Isaac nods and kisses your forehead.

“Yeah. Yeah, okay. God, you’re the best, Y/N.” You smile and stand up, tugging him along with you.

“It’s just in the job description. Come on, we’re sleeping on the bus tonight.”

“Thank God.” He says almost too quickly.

Allison, Lydia, Scott, Stiles, Boyd and Ethan all have the same idea. Scott and Boyd are both soaking wet, and you don’t even want to know why. The two of you take a seat in the very back. Isaac lays against the wall and you lay against his chest. One thing’s for certain, after all of the experiences tonight. You, for one, will never be staying in a hotel unless it’s a nice, national chain ever again.

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Hey everyone!

So there is this new show on the CW called “The Messengers”. The second episode is premiering tonight (April 24th) on the CW at 9:00pm!

My uncle, Todd Lawson (pictured-photos by me), is going to be in the episode tonight! He has been trying to land an acting job for a very long time, and this could be a big break for him. He suffers from a Bipolar disorder, as does my brother, and it is often hard for him to find a job.

If you are staying in tonight, PLEASE consider watching it, i’m really proud of him and it would mean a lot to me and a lot to him. :)

Thanks guys!

  • Me: I'm enjoying the new season of rwby well enough but something's missing
  • rwby: here's some fight scenes and cool music
  • me: wow thanks thats great. i was missing that.
  • rwby: here's some STELLAR animation and art and backgrounds and lighting!
  • me: NEAT, great .... really good work guys excellent, im lovin this so much, wow, wowowow, you're spoiling me
  • rwby: here's a lil plot. it's kinda rickety but... it's a plot? we're probably going to stick to this plot, too, for a while. it was foreshadowed a bit.
  • Me: mmmm. Not really feeling that, not so much. I appreciate it though.
  • rwby: ...
  • rwby: here's some of EVERYONE SUFFERING FOREVER WITH LONG LASTING, PERMANENT CONSEQUENCES!
  • me: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌there👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔
Funny Scene between Guren and Shinya 6

Extracted from Ons Light Novel 4 Chapter 4

Guren: …… Ah, dammit. I know…… You guys really helped me out, thank you. 🙏

Shinya: Huh? What did you just say? (° o°)!

Guren: …..

Shinya: Just now you said we helped you out? You said thank you? (° o°)!

Guren: …..

Shinya: You said you’re so grateful you’re about to cry, you’re already so grateful you’re about to piss yourself? ╰(✧∇✧╰)

Guren: I didn’t say that. (;¬_¬)