this looks so boring!

anonymous asked:

so... in your opinion, do you think mutsuki looked bored/annoyed at the fake execution bc he knew that wasnt kaneki + the hypocresy of ccg or did he lowkey tried to avoid to watch bc in a lucid state he has touble watching people get hurt? i would love to see some positive development from him in the future bc at this point i can really see how it can get worse, tbh i dont think he will give away :re, it seems to easy though i would love a confrontation with touka, that would be nice

Mutsuki’s definitely rolling his eyes there. The most likely explanation is that he knew it wasn’t Kaneki. From what we know of Mutsuki post-rueshima he’s become conscious for the most part of what would otherwise be his fugue state persona’s actions. Which means most likely he remembers these events in detail after the fact, even though he recovers to a more stable kind of mood. During that time, Mutsuki already bore witness to this:

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anonymous asked:

First for Hijikata, Okita and Saito, then the baka trio. Are you tits or ass men?

Note: I can only answer one set of three at a time. Please send each set in a separate ask.

Hijikata raises his eyebrows, apparently disarmed, but recovers quickly. “It really depends,” he says, and Saito frowns in confusion at his answer, as if trying to decipher the meaning of the question. “Different women are different kinds of attractive. How am I supposed to say I like one thing about all of them?”

Saito’s eyes widen as the beginnings of comprehension dawn on his features, and he turns steadily redder, but Okita is the next to speak. “I don’t pay attention to things like that,” he says, shrugging. “All female bodies have the same parts, just like all male bodies, and that’s kinda boring. So if I’m looking at a stranger, I honestly think their posture is more interesting, since it’s unique.” He smiles faintly. “You can learn a lot from the way someone carries themselves. I first learned to watch for it because it’s handy in a fight, but it has its other uses too… like figuring out if someone’s a crossdresser.”

There is a long pause before Saito (by now crimson) finally adds his opinion, though he clears his throat and looks away before speaking. “You’re asking… which of those two physical attributes are more attractive on a woman?” he clarifies, fidgeting uncomfortably—perhaps realizing how obvious it sounds when spoken aloud. “I don’t know how to answer, because I don’t notice that kind of thing. I pay more attention to faces, and my observations are strictly objective.”

The Pursuit - Part 2

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Type: AU college Jimin/Jungkook, fluff and SMUT

Warning: Okay, listen, I don’t know what the HELL happened, but I may have smutted the shit out of this story, so BEWARE! There is lots of cursing, mentions of/drug use (marijuana), alcohol.

Summary: Haley is a college freshman who doesn’t give too much of a shit about anything. She’s blunt, uninhibited and smart. She gets her shit done so she can waste the rest of her time smoking weed, having sex and reading. That is until she runs into Jimin, literally. She finds that he’s completely opposite of her. He is shy, introverted and meek and she’s completely bewildered, as she can’t wrap her head around his unearthly beauty and subdued intelligence.

Part 1 here (Part 1 is actually kind of boring, so if your’e looking for the JUICY JUICY, continue with this part!)

The next couple of days, class was slow. The Professor literally didn’t show up. I still went, telling myself I was going to study, when really I just wanted to see Jimin. He was there, everyday, in his seat. His hair seemingly styled and his clothing lazy, but flattering. I couldn’t help but glance his way every now and again. I tried hard to keep my eyes to myself, although, I had no control over my thoughts. I couldn’t focus on my studies to save my life when he was in the room. I knew he would never talk to me, I had to talk to him. 

 As I now sat in my desk, I was rattling my brain. How do I initiate conversation with him without being too weird? I mean I kind of already crossed that line, I suppose. My nerves were on edge. I needed a smoke or something, this was ridiculous. Maybe then, I could actually think productively instead of in circles. 

 I pulled my phone out and sent a text to the guy I usually got my weed from. He responded immediately saying he could meet me in 10 minutes in front of Charles hall. Discrete wasn’t in this guys dictionary, but if you ran into someone who didn’t smoke weed at this school, it’s because they did harder shit, so I wasn’t worried about getting caught. 

 I closed my notebook and slipped it into my bag as I stood to leave. I neared where Jimin sat and my heart rate increased like I was a schoolgirl with a crush. I passed him, my head turning inconspicuously in his direction, my mind screaming for him to sense it, and…bingo! His face turned and his eyes touched mine, and it was just long enough for me to smile and for his cheeks to rose up before he was smiling back toothlessly. I wanted to breakfast club my ass out of the classroom, but I managed to force my legs to carry me to the door without any weird referential commotions. 

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anonymous asked:

There were a couple videos of Eleanor there but she wasn't even looking at Louis , she looked so bored and uninterested lol

But what’s the point if she wasn’t even in one single pic…. 

Anonymous said to shadyshit91:Eleanor was not there, people were mistaking Jessie Martin and Helene for her

Anonymous said to shadyshit91:If there’s something you learn about El*unor it’s that people mistake every single brunette for her. She was not there. Jesse Martin was in some snaps. Helene Horlyck was in some snaps. I think another assistant as well. And that’s it.

Anonymous said to shadyshit91:LMAOOOO if Eleanpr went to Miami we would KNOW that is the point of that oh so private relationship zkdhsjssj i can’t

Anonymous said to shadyshit91:I don’t remember seeing Eleanor in any videos or reading about anyone else seeing her. I’m pretty sure we would have gotten pics of her and Louis if she was there.


Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.

“If personality is an unbroken series of successful gestures, then there was something gorgeous about him, some heightened sensitivity of the promises of life, as if he were related to one of those intricate machines that register earthquakes ten thousand miles away… It was an extraordinary gift for hope, a romantic readiness such as I have never found in any other person and which it is not likely I shall ever find again.”
- F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (1925)

Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.