the days passed

I Knew

I knew you stopped looking for me in a crowded place
When my absence didn’t matter

I knew you stopped looking for me
When you were out there having fun but never bothered to share where you were, and how happy your experiences were

I knew you lost interest when messages turned colder and colder each passing day

I knew you cared less when you saw my car and did not waste a minute to call me and say hi like the way you used to do

I knew you forgot about me when my nights got colder without your voice before I sleep, without asking me if I was okay or how was my day

I knew it was unexplainable and weird when you got what you wanted, nothing was ever the same again

I knew you removed me from your priorities when you told me it’s time to focus on what matters most, but it did not include me in your plans

I knew you stopped loving me, when you stopped saying good night

I knew I was forcing us to be something more when you did not open the door when I came to see you,

and honestly

I knew I was not welcome anymore when you did not smile that day you saw me

I knew I have to stop forcing it, when I knew you stopped loving me.

Lock up duration

I’m planning duration of my current lockup, if I can make it to Sunday (I have a busy few days), I will then pass control of the lock to my wife and we will discuss proper locked duration.

My aim is to ask her to keep me locked to end of February, as that seems reasonable.

In that time I will be aiming to cum only by anal.

There was a 2 year long period of my life between the Japanese announcement of New Mystery of the Emblem and the announcement of a localized Awakening where every day when I woke up and again right before I went to sleep I went to the homepage of serenesforest.net to check if either of those games was getting an English release.  Every passing day, especially as it became apparent that New Mystery was never coming west, it felt more and more like I would never see a Fire Emblem game get released outside of Japan ever again.  Fire Emblem was and is my favorite game series, and this was an awful feeling.

Last week I saw a Fire Emblem spinoff being teased in a worldwide presentation to generate excitement for an all-new console right alongside a new Mario and Zelda game.  And in about 10 hours I am gonna watch another global presentation of not only a Fire Emblem spinoff and a Fire Emblem mobile game for sure but also potentially even more Fire Emblem games. 

Life is pretty cool sometimes.

anonymous asked:

I asked your gf this but I wanna ask you to. What's your favourite thing about your gf?

I can’t possibly top how my gf answered this tbh. But like she’s everything i never expected to have and more. When she smiles, my world brights up and when she tells me she loves me my stomach drops.

The person closest to your heart isn’t the one that you want to plan the rest of your life with. But the person who you just want to hold when your world doesn’t make sense. And the person that your heart belongs to is the one who makes you happy everyday, who on your worse days just you thinking about to cheer you up. This person makes your days pass like seconds when you’re with them. And you seconds pass like days when you find yourself without them.

One (Un)Lucky Day

Once in a while I have an unnatural urge to mess up the balance in a universe, my universe. When life gives me choices, I intentionally choose to have a taste of the complication. A simple choice was given to me but I said no to it.

A day passed and in the next tiring day I wonder what would’ve been if I turned myself into a simplicity. My eyes wouldn’t be red, my body would’ve not been wasted, my mind would’ve felt at peace, and my day would’ve not been so chaotic.

Just one choice could ruin a day. How exactly did it see through my future? It’s a problem which I can’t seem to find an answer to. There’s a certain order in each people’s universes and mine seems to be in the most unexpectedly singular for most of the times.

It was a bad day for going into multiple courses with the time knocked the sense out of me in its every beat, the unfinished business who chased my every breath, and the chance of getting something done hung around into the abyss. With my weary eyes I looked at the clock and it was ticking and ticking faster. At the moment I knew one thing suddenly lost its thread and I moved on.

To the next course I went, hoping that this one could bring me a hope. Something that could be done right. Between the echo of the voices inside my head and the stillness of the room, I was trapped into uncertainty. Should I wait or should I keep moving? I might not have much choice. My hands and feet were tied and if I went on then maybe I would break the tie.

Few moments of hesitations left me to think about the choices I had. If there was a door opening somewhere, it would not be a crime to get in. Even if it was not written in the rule. Maybe this was a chance to break out of this mess I created.

So I gave a simple choice a chance. I got into the opened door. The uncertainty kept flowing through my mind. I could ruin the day worse than it ever was. But I was already in and any possible ways to get out would only leave me disappointed. This was something I could pull out from the abyss.

As I started to pull off the tie, I felt the sense of change. The thing I lost might finally come back. I could even do something right by it. The time had come to my side. The balance of my universe was starting to restore.

A chain of reaction occurred as soon as I finished saving the graceful cake from the abyss. The call from the unfinished business came and I suddenly felt my feet started to pace. It was a natural reaction I supposed, given my mind was not even giving a second thought about what my body did. My universe was on the move.

At last my universe is back on its balance. I’m back on the familiar road. I can feel my soul at a real peace. Though the grey sky still lingers above me and my body still longs for a desperate rest, I’ve got anything I’ve wished for. I’ve got lucky in the most unlucky day.

Dear Charlie,

It’s been so long since I actually felt butterflies in my stomach, it’s so unreal to experience things you haven’t done in ages.

At first I saw no potential in this guy. It started weird, I was playing a multiplayer game with my friends and they added him in our skype call. Keep in mind the fact I started playing maybe 2 or 3 weeks ago, I’m not really good at it, but everyone else was, including this guy. Some of our friends tried to help me throughout the match but he was really mean and rude. A few days pass and I tell one of my friends about him, funny enough, she talks to him on a daily basis. She asked him why he is rude with me and he apologised and said he didn’t realise that he was being an asshole.

Today was his birthday, I was in break when he entered the classroom I was in, with this box of chocolates. He was giving all of his friends chocolates, including the 2 people I was talking to. I wasn’t paying attention, just scrolling through my phone, minding my own business, when he shoves the box in my face. So I stand up and I take one and I wish him “Happy birthday!” and he leans in for a kiss on the cheek.

I don’t know, it’s not much, but he was so cute and I caught him staring at me multiple times today and I just feel lovely, Charlie.

-Arabell
(17/01/17)

dontscratchtheimpala  asked:

The hunter could've sworn Castielle had been looking pale. She'd passed it off as nothing. However after a couple days, she suddenly passed out. Initially panicked, Dean got her onto his bed, it'd been closer, and checked her over for injuries.

Cas had been in a confrontation with a demon, who had somehow gotten their hands on an angel blade. She had won of course, but not without getting obtaining some serious injuries. She hadn’t wanted to tell Dean though, feeling as if the last thing he needed was to play nursemaid to her, so she had kept her injuries a secret.

Unfortunately, injuries from angel blades didn’t exactly heal like normal injuries. And the longer it sat, the worse Castielle felt, until eventually she simply couldn’t handle it any more and she passed out cold in the middle of a conversation with Dean. If she wasn’t in such bad shape, should would’ve been embarrassed.

These days I have so much to say, so much to write about.


I can’t seem to look at myself in the mirror for fear of seeing who I really am. I feel repulsed looking at myself—not just physically, but at the person that I’ve become. When did I become so weak and afraid? I’m older, but I haven’t been able to get stronger in the slightest sense of the word. My world seems to get larger with every passing day, but my mind cowers in fear whenever I face a challenge. I watch the people around me grow in more ways than a simple number; they are solving their mysteries and replacing their questions marks with exclamation points. They expand their horizons and are always trying to reach past the frightening dark clouds into the shining sun. People are changing, yet I feel so stagnant. I am a statue, overlooking the growth of others while all I can do is stand still. My hourglass has turned, but the grains of sand are unyielding. I want to conquer my fears and banish these demons, but I wake up and all I can do it sit, stare, and sigh.


Yes, I’ll stumble along these obstacles and yes, I will fall down flat on my face. I have to accept that failure is okay, it is part of the process, and it is something I cannot be afraid of. I cannot stand still. I want the world to see me, to hear the sound of my voice, and my reflection to shine instead of hide. I want to see myself and see growth, warmth, and life. I want to see fresh dirt instead of the footsteps that have always been ahead of me.


I will look into the mirror and look at a smile, one of life, energy, and excitement.

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Tagging: @mienhxrel @doomedfist @uthnan @youriinquisitorialness

ʟᴀsᴛ ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ ɪ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ: Underwolrd I think, the first one that came out.
ʟᴀsᴛ sᴏɴɢ ɪ ʟɪsᴛᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ:  Tag, You’re a Primadonna - Melanie Martinez & Marina and the Diamonds ( it’s a mashup ).
ʟᴀsᴛ ʙᴏᴏᴋ ɪ ʀᴇᴀᴅ: pff I don’t remember :| But I think it  was The Shinning by Stephen King.
ʟᴀsᴛ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪ ᴀᴛᴇ: Cookies.
ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴀɴʏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ɴᴏᴡ, ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇ: Probably back home instead of work :’)
ғɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴀɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ғᴏʀ ᴀ ᴅᴀʏ: I would probably love to pass one day with David Hunter from the Simon Beckett book series :’)

anonymous asked:

(yongguk) aaaaaa you are just too cute!!! *takes off blanket and puts it on her lap* Thank you for bring the heater Youngjae and thank you for being the waiter Himchan! I'm pretty sure the rest of the boys are here too so thank you for all you're hardwork guys! *says it slightly louder so Jongup, Junhong, and Daehyun can hear* Mi cielo, when did you put all of this together you must've taken so much time to put this lovely place together its amazing! You always suprise me. -star anon

*a bunch of “you’re welcome’s” comes from somewhere in the back*

Yongguk:*smiles lovingly as he takes a hold of one of your hands* I’ve been planning it with the boys during our busy schedule. There wasn’t a day that passed where I didn’t think about you~. 

Himchan: *comes out with the cake and places it on the table* Since the lovely lady can’t have too much chocolate, I took some of it out. *slightly turns away and licks his fingers*

Originally posted by u-know-time

i think it’s fascinating
at the hour of 2:44am
when our days just nearly pass.
you, at this time
along while ago
learning more and more
about what the world
and all it’s colors
and sounds can offer you
and i
this pitiful being
who has just embarked
on this grand journey with you
maddened by the state of my being for a bit
not realizing
that within twenty years
i would lay upon my dorm room bed
and think of how grateful i am for you.

anonymous asked:

Yo um I haven't been following very long lmao but you're blog is awesome??? You're hilarious and cool have a great day 💜 -Hinata, passing by with Positivity™

aaaAaa thank you hinata!! ♡

“limitations,” chapter one; post-game; eventual balthier/vaan

The death toll from Bahamut rises with each passing day. Rabanastre reeks of corpses, mottled with blood and burns, dragged from the ruin. Imperials, beastmasters, engineers - but no sky pirate, and no viera.  Plumes of black, thick smoke bleed from the fallen war beast and permeate Rabanastre, as if it hasn’t seen enough already.

It haunts the streets and alleyways, a dark and hovering specter. Ashe has deemed the air unsafe to breathe, and as the new Queen, implements her first mark of order by sending the citizens underground. She does what she can to protect her people.

Lowtown’s snaking passageways stretch far beneath the city, further than even Vaan knew, much to his chagrin. All Penelo can do is shrug and say, “Even Lowtown has its secrets.” It does nothing to quell his incredulity. Word has it that these tunnels reach as far as Nalbina, used in the past for private correspondence between Dalmasca and Nabradia.

Rabanastre takes cover beneath the desert, but it’s Vaan who pushes against the constant flow of bodies shuffling deeper into Lowtown like a current of mindless zombies, until he reaches a secret that he’s sure only he knows.

The trap door opens in Migelo’s shop. It’s deafeningly quiet, abandoned in haste, potions and remedies strewn about the floor. Vaan clambers up and wastes no time. It won’t be long before Penelo notices he’s gone.

He slams the trap door behind him and runs. 


Keep reading

anonymous asked:

Lol, who wants to bet that UDCon anon gave numbers for all three days combined? A bulk of those numbers would be people who attended every day of the con, or at least Saturday and Sunday. Therefore, adding duplicates to the overall count. A good estimate for actual numbers would be Saturday when the main attractions were present. and there would have been all the multi-day people plus the 1 day passes. Based on that I'd give them 200 tops. You saw the photo of what was arguably the main panel.

Exactly! Like…gtfo with that faulty math of yours. 

Before it Crumbles (Pt. 2)

Originally posted by heartsnmagic

Nancy would lay in bed, practically stuck in place from the medicines the healers fed her. The men and women who passed to and from her bedside, while valiant, had no way of understanding the complexities of her condition. She was suspended in a near-death trance as if she stuck her foot between a door that separated the physical world and the mists. Her chest from time to time would shutter, like the wings of a butterfly were flapping within her heart, causing her skin to become a discolored shade of purple and veins to protrude upwards. As the days passed, all color in her skin had vanished except for her bosom. That was where the bullet stuck itself.

The bullet, like her life, remained mostly static. However, it would bounce to and from her figure from time to time, and more frequently as the days passed. With an unsettling clamor, the iron ammunition would jolt back and forth in lagging sweeps, sometimes seeping deeper into her skin before settling back to its original position. As the week passed, it would travel further and further inward.

Nancy acted with contempt towards her pain, even when showing obvious signs of it. But with perseverance, she’d battle onward through the coming day’s resilience until her drowsiness swept her away into a turbulent slumber. When sleeping, her true emotions reigned. She’d murmur, weep and try to roll to her side before a jolt of pure torment would awaken her. And thus, her routine would continue.

Besnik would feed her, clean her, aid in the application of salves to her affected skin, and bicker with the doctors who’d attempt to reason there was nothing left to treat her. She’d fire back, sometimes with threats, and other times with gold. Everyone would become tired from their restlessness, but Besnik especially would unravel like a thread from a poorly sewn dress. Like her godsmother, she grew pale, and her eyes would hollow as the bags formed underneath. Her pupils grew lifeless again, as they were when she was blind, and her hands would tremble sometimes when she even picked up light objects. Everyone thought it was the stress getting to her, but Nancy knew it was something more.

Together they sat, always in silence, accompanied by their aftermath. Sometimes they’d hold each other, or Nancy would console Bes as she wept, other times the countess would pin her with a glaring stare that struck deeper than the wound. As the seventh day of her suffering rolled around, she’d finally speak once they were again alone with each other.

“Bes… You need to stop.”

Quickly, the Minister would reply, her hands reaching over her legs and slamming onto the velvet sheets covered over her aunt. With terror and anger, she bore her gaze upon the shell of a woman. “You shouldn’t have saved me!”

Nancy sighed, and reached her hand out to bring the woman closer, but she’d retract herself in fear of crumbling upon the slightest gesture. Somehow she spoke so calmly through her circumstance, and Nancy would continue. “There was no way I was going to let you die.”

With rapid fire, Bes was quick to retort. Much differently from Nancy, her tone was almost accusatory and bashful, especially so given the circumstance. “You moved in front of that bullet, and you silently chastise me for keeping you alive! What would you think would happen? I’d let you become a martyr!? What did you think!?” As her sentences drawn to a close, her voice grew shaky from her throat tightening up.

“You keep holding time back like a weight, and then you’ll kill us both. Every second you keep me from a fate that’s already been decided, my dear. I’m… I’m ready to die. Let me go, please.”

Besnik had no words, for everything in her body grew numb. The tips of her palms lost all feeling, like its nerve endings retracted themselves, the same could be said with her feet as they gave way and made her fall to the floor. Another wave of tears would trail down her cheeks, she lost all strength to keep up her grounding demeanor. As her emotional walls crumbled, so did the spell, and the bullet would shift again with the hiss of air and chaotic energy erupting from Nancy’s limp figure. With a gasp, Bes would stiffen as her concentration focused entirely upon the safety of Nancy, and as the elder woman wailed from the pain of the bullet digging into her tissue, she’d still be able to cry out to Bes. Her urgent remarks were useless, Bes was deaf in her fit of concentration to regain stability. 

It took more than a minute before Bes regained control of her spell, and it took a vast sum of effort to do so. Her muscles strained themselves, and sweat began to bead up along her exposed skin. Nancy also became clammy, and the spread of her bruises now reached her stomach and neck, unavoidable to the eye. Her eyes grew bloodshot, and salt tears streamed down her temples. Neither one of them would be able to keep up any longer, it was just a matter of who would break first.

Valentin, panicked, to say the least, barged through the door to see the two ghastly sights. The scene forced a shiver up his spine, and quickly he moved to his cousin’s side to lift her. While she was still unable to stand, she did squirm in his arms as he pulled her back. Nancy croaked to her son, “Take her to her room, then, please… Come back after you do so.”

With a slow nod, the Blade would do as instructed of him, even as Besnik looked back at her godsmother, screaming. “I won’t let you go! I won’t ever let you go!”

The world continued somewhere outside my door, but I did not show up for it, nor did I notice it, nor did I realize the day had passed until it was dark.  My mind was in a book and I was somewhere in Ecuador taking care of jaguars, which is really no excuse.