who let me on the internet again



Sorry for the lack of quite literally anything; I’ve just moved into my first house (yay) and the internet was postponed for a month because of bad line connections.

I’m in love with this dress so much. I don’t know why I wanted it so badly other than oooooh pretty but absolutely everyone who has seen it has said they want one too!

I’ll be having another photoshoot soon, so if anyone had ideas of what I should wear please let me know. Also, don’t be afraid to ask me any questions! I haven’t had many over the last months and I do miss talking with you all :)

Again, sorry for the lack of content. We’ll be back to normal soon enough!

- Jessica Blaise x x


❛ You can’t take back texts. ❜
❛ You don’t push through every moment. ❜
❛ You pay attention. You take everything in. ❜
❛ I like your glasses. ❜
❛ I like that you don’t smile at everyone. ❜
❛ I choose you over everyone. ❜
❛ You don’t have any friends. ❜
❛ I object to every single thing you just said. ❜
❛ Internet friends don’t count. ❜
❛ I’m just really active in the fandom. ❜
❛ What the fuck is ‘the fandom’? ❜
❛ You flirt with everything. ❜
❛ Don’t make me angry-kiss you. ❜
❛ Maybe we should go on lots of double dates. ❜
❛ What’s wrong with Starbucks? ❜
❛ Don’t argue with me. You’re beautiful. ❜
❛ I can’t even go nine hours without seeing you. ❜
❛ I spent four months trying to kiss you. ❜
❛ All I want now is to make it right, to make you see how sorry I am. ❜
❛ I just want to know - are you rooting for me? Are you hoping I pull this off? ❜
❛ There are too many people. And I don’t fit in. ❜
❛ Why were people always going on and on about the heart? ❜
❛ I don’t want to kiss a stranger. ❜
❛ I don’t like the idea of lips out of context. ❜
❛ I didn’t want to like him/her back. I tried to be mean to him/her. ❜
❛ I thought you were just mean. I liked that about you. ❜
❛ Will you warn me when you take off your glasses? ❜
❛ I don’t trust anybody. Not anybody. ❜
❛ Just… isn’t giving up allowed sometimes? ❜
❛ I’m a complete disaster. ❜
❛ I’m not really a book person. ❜
❛ That might be the most idiotic thing you’ve ever said to me. ❜
❛ How do you not like the Internet? ❜
❛ Have you been watching me sleep? ❜
❛ I feel sorry for you, and I’m going to be your friend. ❜
❛ I’m sorry you ruined it by being so pathetic. ❜
❛ I like that we’re not friends. ❜
❛ You give away nice like it doesn’t cost you anything. ❜
❛ You’ve got your shit together, you’re not scared of anything. ❜
❛ I’m scared of everything. And I’m crazy. ❜
❛ I only ever let people see the tip of my crazy iceberg. ❜
❛ You know that I’m falling in love with you, right? ❜
❛ I don’t just kiss people. Kisses aren’t… just with me. ❜
❛ My plan is to do things that make you want to hang out with me again tomorrow. ❜
❛ There are other people on the Internet. It’s awesome. ❜
❛ I’m the kind of girl who fantasizes about being trapped in a library overnight. ❜
❛ The ultimate act of heroism shouldn’t be death. ❜
❛ Isn’t the best revenge supposed to be a life well-lived? ❜
❛ The punk-rock way to end it would be to let them live happily ever after. ❜
❛ Drinking tequila is more about the journey than the destination. ❜
❛ You’re wearing at least four different kinds of sweater. ❜
❛ It’s not my job to want you or not want you. It’s not my job to earn you. ❜
❛ You’re not a book person, and now you’re not an Internet person? ❜
❛ You shouldn’t reward me for endangering your life, you know. ❜
❛ That just shows how much you need new people.… ❜
❛ You’re working on your final project? ❜
❛ How many people make a career out of writing anyway? ❜
❛ You’re a sad little hermit, and it creeps me out. ❜


We´re back! The shop is open again and finally you can take a look around my new store~ You´re cutest candy dealer is back in the game, waiting for new asks~ 

So come around, take a cupcake and have a talk with me~ I can´t wait to shower you in candy again… ♥ 

(I´m back. I know it´s only been 6 days but in the internet this is 6 years am I right? I´m still awkward but I missed you all so let´s have even more fun from now on ♥ - Jen)

Where is the truth?

Lin x Reader, Daveed x Reader

Part One Part Two Part Three

Summary: Lin finds something interesting on Tumblr, and there it begins.

Word Count: 2,197

Warnings: swearing, angst.

A/N: This is my first fanfic in English (it’s not my native language), and I had no one to proofread it, so I hope it’s not that bad. And I’m sorry for mentioning Vanessa, I love and respect her, but I just needed more drama here. This is supposed to be part one.

Lin was sitting on the couch in his girlfriend’s apartment where he spent the most of his time staring into his laptop as usual. He was supposed to write another song for his new project but surprisingly he had no ideas. Y/N was at work and he had nothing else to do. So he was scrolling the dashboard on Tumblr when he saw something interesting. It was a blog dedicated to Hamilton cast and it was Y/N’s picture on the profile. He was surprised because no one knew about their relationship. Actually, Y/N was not a celebrity, she worked as a teacher and it seemed strange to Lin that someone associated her with Hamilton. Unless…

Lin clicked the link and saw a description: “Hey there. I’m Y/N. 22. Lin-Manuel trash. ” And then it became clear to Lin. It was Y/N’s old blog. There were Lin’s and his castmates’ pictures almost in every post, Y/N reblogged even some sort of shitty fanfiction about him. That might seem adorable but actually, that was not. Lin thought that it was creepy in some way. Of course, he knew that Y/N were sort of his fan before they met, a lot of people knew who Lin-Manuel Miranda was, but this way? It seemed like an obsession. Completely unhealthy obsession, Lin thought. Although he didn’t have much time to think it over as he heard the door opened.

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BTS Reacts To Their S/O Having Two Different Coloured Eyes

Request: Bts reacting to their s/o having two coloured eyes
Note: My internet will still not let  me post gifs (or maybe its my computer…who knows just TECHNOLOGY PLEASE) so I will edit this and the other BTS Reacts I just finished once everything starts working again. 

Jin (Seokjin)

Jin is someone who both loves and appreciates beautiful things and would be completely infatuated with his s/o’s unique eyes. Jin would be very aesthetic about it, often taking pictures in different lighting of how his love’s eyes would change colors.

“If you turn your face towards the sun it almost seems like your eyes shimmer. Yah, wait I’ll take a picture to show you. Yah, yah, Jagi your eyes look like they’ve changed again. Yah, yaahhh!”

Suga (Yoongi) 

Yoongi isn’t one to make a big deal over appearance based things and so probably wouldn’t vocalize his admiration of his s/o’s eyes. Still, since Suga is such an artist, their uniqueness would fascinate him and I can totally see him just staring at them, losing track of time while thinking of lyrics to a new song. 

W-What did you say? Sorry I wasn’t listening. You know, Jagi, your eyes really aren’t that different. Yah ,you think you’re special, Y/N? “

Rap Monster (Namjoon)

Monie would probably be the least affected by his s/o’s difference. He would accept it as a biological fact that happens to many people. Sure, he would love his love’s eyes and get lost in them endlessly but no more so than any particular color. Monie would just love everything about his partner and that’s that. 

“It’s a condition, love. It’s called heterochromia…it’s beautiful on you but really, you could have black eyes and I would love them just the same. Your eyes are just…you.”

Jhope (Hoseok) 

Hobi would initially just be completely transfixed by a phenoma that he may not have seen very often. I could totally see JHope becoming very focused on his detail of his love, and it quickly becoming one of his favourite things. Jhope would totally be one to buy multicolored presents for his partner, insisting that they reminded of his s/o’s eyes. 

“Look Jagi, I bought this bracelet when I was in Chile. It’s green and brown, just like your eyes. Then it’s like your with me always. Oh, okay, you caught me, I bought you a matching one too.” 


Jimin would be similar to Monie in the sense that it wouldn’t affect him either way. He would love his s/o’s eyes, but no more than any other part of them. ChimChim would be very protective I think, and would take any comments about the difference very seriously. I can just see him glaring at people that ever commented on their unusuality. 

“Yah..I know people are just fascinated with how beautiful you are, but do they have to stare so much? Don’t they see me here with you? Aish. 

V (Taehyung) 

Oh, V. V would be adorable about his love’s eyes. V would be completely obsessed with it, first off, openly gazing at their beauty before just shaking his head with wonder. V would do this totally cute thing where he’d cover one of his s/o’s eyes, letting out a little “Woaaawww” before switching eyes and giving one of his full grins. V would have his fingers crossed constantly that any children he had with his partner would inherit the same defect. 

I think our kids will have your eyes. Don’t you think Jagi? I think so. I hope so. Don’t you hope so. too? Waaaa I really hope so.”


Surprisingly, I think Jungkook would actually be pretty interested in the uniqueness of his s/o’s eyes, especially initially. Eventually, his fascination would wear off of course, but it would be something JK consistently admired about his love’s appearance. I could also see Jungkook making a habit of capturing the different ways light played with his love’s eyes. 

I wish I had eyes like yours Jagi. They just make you look so…different. There’s no one in the world who looks like you, I’m sure of it. “

mandamae84  asked:

Hi. I love the fics where Louis and Harry start out hating each other and have really hot hate sex but end up falling in love along the way. Do you have some recommendations? Thanks!

- You Drive Me Round The Bend In which Louis is a spoilt rich kid who’s always on the phone while he drives and Harry is a struggling musician making his way down the mountain. It’s just a matter of time before they crash and burn.(77k)

- Three French Hems : In which Louis is a designer at Burberry and Harry spends December wearing Lanvin… and Lanvin… and Lanvin. 19k 

- Reeling Through The Fall :They hate each other. Except for when they don’t.  40k.

- Up To No Good : Harry doesn’t think of himself as a womanizer, not at all. Sure, he enjoys sex, enjoys how women feel underneath him, and by some people’s standards he has sex with quite a lot of people, but that’s no reason to tell him that he can’t have a female PA anymore.It’s especially no excuse for giving him a male PA who’s possibly the most gorgeous boy in the world who won’t even let Harry look at him for too long.Sometimes Harry hates his life.   22k

- Search and Rescue Me : Louis never really paid attention to Harry until they get stuck in the locker room together. Larry High School AU (17k)

- Love Is A Rebellious Bird   : Louis is the concertmaster of the London Symphony Orchestra, Harry is the New! and Exciting! interim conductor/ex-cello prodigy who “has made Mozart cool again” according to Esquire Magazine (Louis hates him immediately, which is definitely why he internet stalked him in his dark bedroom late at night that one time), and Niall is the best.  Zayn and Liam are around too. (134k)

- Learning to breathe : He’s playing football at one of the top universities in England and he should love everything about his life right now, but instead he’s moving backwards. How does your past fit into your present? Louis is still figuring it out.  (110k) .

- Our blood is boiling : “I can’t believe you’re making me this angry when it’s almost midnight and I’m not even drunk. You know what? I could take you down right here, right now—”“You’re red.” Harry interrupts, his lips curving up into a smug grin. “Am I making you red?”Louis purses his lips and absentmindedly brings a hand up to feel his cheek. It’s definitely warm. God, how can he even come back from this? [Louis meets indie singer Harry Styles, otherwise known as the bane of his existence, at a pub.] (6.5k)

I know you say Larry fics. But well, I HAVE TO SAY IT: Hate to love fics are so good with Tomlinshaw. Go read this 2 :

- but it’s better if you do : Louis definitely does not care about Nick’s opinion of him. And Nick definitely is not obsessed with Louis.

- I Had Rather Hear My Dog Bark At A Crow : The first time Louis Tomlinson kisses him, Nick is three sheets to the wind, wearing a pirate hat, and so fucking tired of Louis being a complete and utter knobhead that he’s spent the last ten minutes snapping at him. The kiss takes him rather by surprise, all things considered. Or: Nick and Louis don’t like each other, not even a little bit, not even at all. AKA THE BEST FIC EVER.

UPDATE (much more fics under the cut)(last update on April 4th 2017)

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I don’t think a lot of you understand why minors writing about minors (smut, sexual comments) is so wrong, WHEN IT’S PUBLIC. <<<< here let me point, okay one more time so we’re clear, okay PUBLIC!! PUBLICO!!! YES!! Here is why

  1. There are ADULTS who ENJOY reading that shit. Okay let me reword it, a GROWN ASS PERSON, is FANTASIZING, about someone who is NOT YET MATURED, physically and mentally. People are protected by the law at this age for a reason. Share your smut among your minor aged friends all you want, that is OKAY, because those feelings are NATURAL, okay NATURAL! What is NOT OKAY, is sharing it PUBLICLY, okay here it is again, >>> PUBLICLY <<< , for the reason that a predator may be seeking pleasure in these things. 
  2. Idols, especially these minors growing up in the age of the internet, SEE THAT SHIT okay, they may see your comment (FUCK… THEY KNOW ENGLISH OKAY, native speaker or not, some of those comments aren’t that hard to decipher the meaning), you better PRAY they don’t come across your smut/comments. How would you like it if some rando is just.. writing about you performing sexual acts, and posting that publicly for the entire world to see and enjoy, yeah i don’t… think so…
  3. NOT EVERY MINOR/TEENAGER/HUMAN IS THINKING SEXUALLY, dear…lord… Okay yeah sure “They aren’t babies stop pretending they don’t think those things either >;(” yeah okay fair enough; HOWEVER, who are you to say they are? last time i checked asexuality is a THING, coming from the mouth of a minor herself who identifies with some part of the asexual spectrum (listen I’m young I don’t need to have it all figured out), some of that shit makes me uncomfortable, as well as other people, and I bet you one of your idols thinks so too.

Okay moving on to what you might say now

just blacklist it” “It’s my blog i’m not hurting anyone

AH! Yes! let me try this one more time, okay, please see numbers 1,2, and 3, and read it over, and over again, until you understand :) it’s called METACOGNITION SINCE Y’ALL TOO LAZY TO LEARN Y’ALL this topic makes me so angry please….


Haters Back Off - Little PSA

I’ve been seeing a lot of hate towards Timeless recently. Reading people’s comments and reviews about the show have been bothering me a ton. It absolutely irks me reading comments that say Timeless should be cancelled or not renewed.

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs

(I’m a Supernatural fan too, sorry)

Listen here, I understand everyone has an opinion, I’m not saying you HAVE to like Timeless. All I’m saying is that if you don’t like the show, great, don’t watch it, however, don’t wish it’d be cancelled or not renewed. That’s rude and honestly disrespectful to others who DO watch the show, who love the show and are completely invested in it. There are people (like me) who look forward to every single Monday just because they know Timeless is going to be on.

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs

Timeless is a refreshing show. It’s comedy, romance, science fiction, mystery and history all wrapped up into one show. A lot of people have been giving Timeless crap for not getting history “correct” which is a little false because they have an actual historian on set with them through production. Besides, nobody currently on Earth knows how history went down to the exact moment, so, please.

Originally posted by broccoleafveins

The acting on this show is phenomenal. It’s surprising how believable the acting can be at times, from facial expressions to teary eyes, these actors and actresses sell their roles. If they’re crying, I’m crying. If they’re smiling, I’m smiling. So, don’t try to bring this upon the amazing actors and actresses who try their best to bring a great performance every time.

Originally posted by etudiant-en-ph2

Now to the actual show. Oh jeez, so many reasons this show NEEDS to stay on air and why so many people love it. The storyline doesn’t exactly have a set plot, it gives the writers so much freedom and creativity to do whatever the hell they want with the show. There are so many historical dates, times and periods they can go back to. This also teaches viewers history they didn’t know (speaking as a Canadian who never learned American history). The relationship between the time team and side characters is incredible. The time team has already built such a strong foundation, a friendship they can rely on. Not to even mention the Lucy x Wyatt relationship, which brings me back every week.

Originally posted by the-reactiongifs

I feel like this show is the only one I’ve watched that has such an innocent, fresh and all in all adorable love story. It’s the slow burn that’s killing us viewers and bringing us back in for more each episode. The history is another amazing element that makes me want to come back, the thought of “where are they going this time?”. Along with the unknown of this show, Rittenhouse, Flynn, Lucy’s whereabouts, Wyatt’s wife etc. The unanswered questions are what bring us all back for more. So please, again, if you don’t like the show, don’t watch it. Don’t go around the internet hoping it gets cancelled. There are many of us out there who love to watch this show every Monday night. So, please, let our angst be relieved and our questions answered, as I proudly wait for Timeless which SHOULD be renewed to come back on air.  

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“—So as I was telling you, it looks like Iza-nii…our brother is up to something again.”

“…Shock (I’m so tired of it)…”

Raira Academy’s pool was open to students during summer vacation.

Two girls muttered as they sat by the poolside making ripples in the shining water with their feet.

The one they were talking to—a boy leaning against a wall behind the girls—looked from their backs to other places and back again as he sighed and asked, “…Why are you telling me this?”

Kuronuma Aoba, the boy who was talking in a more frank tone than the one he usually used with Mikado and the others, continued with a confused look.

“Why did you tell me to come here anyway?”

He looked like he wasn’t planning on swimming. Instead of changing into swimwear he still wore a summer coat over a black Kartah shirt that opened at the front and chose to stand where he wouldn’t be splashed.

Orihara Mairu, however, threw a handful of water at his feet.
She had a sports swimsuit on her appropriately worked out body. Next to her Kururi was wearing a bikini with spider web print.

Neither of them was wearing the school’s designated swimwear, but since it was not during the semester, there were no rules saying that they couldn’t.
Raira Academy had an eight-story building that kind of looked like a university’s.

Strangely enough, the pool was located on the sixth floor. The glass ceiling allowed swimming lessons to continue uninterrupted even on rainy days, and the windows on the walls looked over Ikebukuro.

During the summer the pool was open to all students who had a student ID when the Swimming Club was not using it for practice.

It looked like the Swimming Club was not using the pool today. Students were spread out in both the lanes reserved for tournaments and the regular space for free swimming, taking advantage of the pool in different ways.

Kururi and Mairu were of course sitting and splashing water about in the free swimming area. Beside them boys either whistled as they saw the two in swimwear or stole quick glances and immediately turned their eyes away.

Aoba belonged more to the latter category, but compared to the other boys at the pool, he enjoyed the advantage of being told to come by the girls themselves.

But he still did not know what their intention was. All he could do was wait for their response with feigned composure, his classmates’ figures in swimwear making the wait all the more miserable.

Mairu, meanwhile, was smiling as she splashed even more water at Aoba.

“Come on, Kuronuma-kun, aren’t you curious what our weirdo of a brother is up to?”


Aoba smiled slightly at the girl’s words.

“What I’ll say to you is this: I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
For Kuronuma Aoba, the girls’ brother—Orihara Izaya—was one of his enemies whom he despised.

He had confronted Izaya indirectly on several occasions in the past. The enmity had been brought into the open ever since a certain incident took place.

He had told neither Kururi nor Mairu about this, but it seemed that they already knew something.

Aoba was surprised, but not really scared of that fact.

It had only been four months since he first spoke to these twins. But he had made a point to find out what they were.

Compared to your average family, there was next to no communication between the Orihara twins and their brother. However, it seemed that they had their own information network and were surprisingly knowledgeable about the “underside of the city” that Aoba was dabbling in.

“There’s no need to hide things from us. It’s totally fine. We’ll never tell Iza-nii.”

“You can tell him if you want. I’d expect him to know what I’m up to, too.”

After that, looking around to make sure that no one was within earshot except the twin girls, he muttered, “Though I think in any normal family you’d have been warned to ‘stay away from Kuronuma Aoba’ if your family knew what kind of person I am, Kururi-chan, Mairu-chan.”

“When you put it like that it really sounds like you’re obsessed with yourself, you know.”

“You (Aoba-kun)…expect (you’re so interesting)…”

Aoba sighed again at the twin’s relaxed responses and smiled hollowly.

“Sorry, I let me carry myself away.”

“Well, we wanted to see a little bit of your real colors, but we are not going to hate you for it or anything. Not after you helped us out such a tremendous lot, Aoba-kun.”

“You guys are giving me too much credit.”

“Earlier there was this girl who was drawing up a plan to bully us on Raira Academy’s secret posting board, but all of a sudden she disappeared from the Internet, didn’t she?”

Mairu and Kururi glanced upwards at Aoba, who darted his eyes away and tried to change the topic.

“I see I’m no match for you. …So what exactly is your perverted big brother involved in this time?”

“Yeah, this person called Tom-san told us about it…I don’t know if it was a Color Gang or bousouzoku, but he got the girlfriend of one of those groups’ leaders involved. Iza-nii has always walked around with lots of girls. Is he a playboy?”

“Lewd (He’s a libertine)…”

Aoba paused to think after he had heard more from the girls.

It has to do with women.

Would that Orihara Izaya really invite enmity so openly?

…But then I don’t really have a good idea what people would or would not do for women.

Still, he’s certainly not the type to be too infatuated with a woman to properly strategize.

As he was busy being bothered by these thoughts, the attractive twin girls continued their frolicking in the water.

“Kuru-nee, did your breasts get even bigger? At this rate you’ll soon be like Sonohara-sempai, President Kine of the Art Club, or the Vice President Yumikawa-sempai!”

“No (Stop that).”

“You keep saying that, yet you still wear a bikini to the pool, Kuru-nee. You’re so sulky and erotic at the same time! I love you!”

“…Public (There are other people around).”

The jolly banter continued between the girls as the groping went on in the water. Aoba kept his poker face intact, but darted his eyes away with a slight blush.

“…I’m so at a loss as to where to look at.”

His attitude was still kind of childlike just as his face was. Aoba brushed away the pink haze that threatened to take over in his chest and went back to analyzing the doubts he had about Orihara Izaya.


I know that he’s back in Ikebukuro.

If I told Heiwajima Shizuo where his apartment is, maybe I’d at least succeed in harassing him, but…

He’d probably just flee and change his address.

I’d rather stay in the know about his whereabouts than make him disappear again for no good reason.

It’s probably safe to assume that he, too, is aware that I know where he lives.

Aoba believed that having faith in his opponent’s competence was the best kind of vigilance.

Should I try looking into this matter?

It would be better to keep Mikado-sempai out of it at this point…

Someone showered water as forcefully as they could on his body as he thought.

“That was cold—! “

Even his Kartah shirt under the summer coat was soaked. The momentary coldness of the water soon began to turn lukewarm.

As he turned to look wondering what had happened, he saw Mairu slashing the water with horizontally outstretched arms like an elementary school kid. That was how she was able to attack Aoba with a wall of water.

“You’re like an elementary school kid!”

No whistles were blown. She must have done it when the lifeguard wasn’t looking.

“Ahahah! Sorry about that! You were making such a scary face by the poolside, I couldn’t resist!”

“Don’t give me that ‘Sorry.’ Now my clothes are all wet. What am I supposed to do about that? Honestly.”

Did I really let so much of that show on my face? Aoba thought as he complained about his wet clothes and took a step towards Mairu—

But something soft was already touching him from behind.

“Game (We were just kidding)…”


It was a quiet, seductive girl’s voice that had just whispered into his ear.

As soon as he realized that it was Kururi’s voice, he also realized that he was being hugged by the girl.

Eh!? What? Kururi-chan? When did she!?

Wait, this soft feeling on my back…don’t tell me that is…!? Am I in some sort of adult game?

Wait, is she pressing herself against me? Eh, calm down…

Excitement and shock complicated his expression as Aoba turned around while falling into the pool—

He saw Kururi standing there with a deflated beach ball in her hands. Ah.

A beach ball!?

So it was not Kururi-chan’s chest after all.

I don’t know whether to feel disappointed or grateful for that but calm down arghhh—

Aoba ended up landing in the pool next to Mairu without finishing his thoughts.

As he hastened to get back on his feet in the water, the bespectacled girl giggled and Kururi’s voice was asking “Health (Are you alright)…?” “Oi, you over there, stop fooling around!”

The lifeguard must have seen them this time. The voice of warning rang throughout the pool.

“We’re sorry—!”

“…Regret (Sorry about that)…”

“Ah, sorry…but there’s nothing I should be sorry for, really…”

After the trio had apologized in three different ways, Aoba took off his completely soaked shirt and left it by the poolside. Through half-closed eyes he kept watching Kururi and Mairu.

“Honestly, I didn’t expect Kururi-chan to be the type to do something like that.”

“When we pull pranks on people, we’re the same person!”

“Same (Yeah)…”

“Kururi-chan, don’t tell me you got all excited because it’s summer and we’re at the pool?”

Instead of answering Aoba’s question, Kururi got into the water herself and, together with her sister, trapped Aoba in his swimwear in the middle.

“Wait, I’m out of here, I’m out of here.”

No longer able to stand being sandwiched between two girls, Aoba tried to clamber up the stairs to the poolside. His arms, however, were seized from both sides and he was pulled back into the water.

“You’re actually enjoying it, aren’t you? Kuronuma-kun, you always put on such a sulky face just to look cool!”

“…Like (That’s cute).”

Aoba’s male classmates passing by the poolside began to talk in a jealous tone as they saw the weakling of a boy being bullied by two girls.

“Oi oi, Aoba, what’s up with that? Are you really going out with those two?”

“Looks like he’s just being toyed around to me.”

“There’s no way Kuronuma would have the guts to go out with women.”

To hide their jealousy and bitterness the boys managed to remain calm by making fun of Aoba. They were of course without girlfriends.

But Aoba had no retort since what they said was the truth.

Our villain who created the gang called “Blue Square,” who ingratiated himself with Mikado and who was currently plotting something using Dollars’s power had almost zero experience in dealing with the opposite sex even if it was just as friends. Right now he was completely at a loss as to what to do about the twins in front of him.

To his classmates who knew nothing about the real Aoba, however, it just reinforced the image that he was the lucky guy hitting it off with pretty twin girls despite being as useless as he was.

His classmates continued to chitchat as Aoba remained unable to say anything in return.

“But then I’m seriously jealous of that little bastard.”

“Should we go pick up girls later?”

“Speaking of which, I heard that last year there was this Raira sempai going around the city trying to pick up girls until he dropped.”

“Ah, I saw him a lot when I was in middle school. But I also heard that he dropped out of school.”

“For real?”

“Yeah, he eloped with this girl or something.”

“I heard he found a job to save money for getting married.”

“Either way that makes me jealous as hell. He has a girl!”

“…You’re making me sad.”

They were no longer paying attention to Aoba as they walked with lowered heads to the locker room.

Having watched them leave, Aoba plunged his face into the water and sighed heavily underwater as he waited for both his head and his heart to cool.

Had he not done this in time the girls next to him would have made even the evil residing in him melt away.

Somewhere in Tokyo

“…So as I was telling you, that really bothered me. Both of them were so cute. I was this close to just burying myself in Kururi-chan’s chest and letting everything else go screw itself.”

“…I’m going to kill you!”

As he heard Aoba’s voice on the other end of phone, the tall boy ground his teeth loudly and yelled.

But Aoba’s voice remained as calm as ever on the phone.

“I’ve heard you say that line too many times already, Yoshikiri. But the guy those two really have the hots for is Hanejima Yuuhei. They’re not just fans, mind you—they really are after him. I can’t blame them for thinking that they actually have a chance, though, since they know his brother and everything.”

“Aoba, you bastard…did you have to mention the name of that idol who’s like the representative of all popular guys in the world? You did that just to annoy me, right? Right?”

“You may want to reserve your rage towards popular guys for when we’ve finally crushed Orihara Izaya.”

“That Orihara Izaya, is he really that popular?”

“Ever since high school he’s had this following of girls who kind of worship him or something. What is more, Kururi-chan and Mairu-chan call him ‘onii-chan’ or ‘Iza-nii.’ What else do you want?”

“…Great, I see. Since you were giggling when those twins splashed water on you at the pool, I’m going to kill you, too.”

“Looks like I’m getting killed either way.”

Aoba’s chuckle on the other end of the phone infuriated the boy named Yoshikiri further.

“So are you trying to get me mad on purpose because you have a death wish? Is that why you called me? It is, isn’t it?”

“It’s not like that. After I had supper with Kururi-chan and Mairu-chan I looked a bit into that thing Izaya is involved in right now.” “Supper!? With two girls!?”

“That was not my point at all. Just listen. There’s this strange group called ‘Heaven

Slave’ dealing in drugs in Tokyo. They got into trouble with Awakusu-kai.”

“…Never heard of that. So where did you eat?”

“Russian Sushi. …Heaven Slave isn’t really active in Ikebukuro, so I didn’t expect you to have heard of it. Ikebukuro is a relatively safe area in itself, and the one in charge of the places such groups would usually go happens to be Awakusu-kai’s Akabayashi, who’s kind of famous for hating drugs.”

“I see. So basically you’re on a drug-free high from treating two girls to a meal, right? Lucky bastard.”

“No, I was the one treated to a meal. Those two have a lot of money on their hands for some reason.”

“‘I was the one treated to a meal’! Hehhhhhh! If you split the bill it would have been another story, but you let two girls treat you to sushi? You gigolo bastard!! ‘I was the one treated to a meal’! And you had the guts to say that to my face! Hehhhhhhhhhhhhh! I’m going to kill you! Die!”

“I know, I know. So this ‘Heaven Slave’ is both the name of their drug and their branch that sells the drug. That is but my own speculation, though. Anyway, it seems that those people are looking for information on Orihara Izaya for some reason.”

“…How did you know such stuff?”

“An old acquaintance of mine works at the nightclub they’re now using as their headquarters… I was asking around about Izaya, and he just happened to know. He said those guys were staying in a certain room in the club and coming out to the hall to sniff around for information on Orihara Izaya.”

“Wait a second. If even Aoba knows where to find them, the yakuza at Awakusu must have been aware of them since long ago. Why have they not crushed them yet? Are they backed by some other yakuza group?”

“I don’t know if there are other yakuza groups involved, but Awakusu-kai probably just thinks now is not the best time. There’s this guy called Shijima among the members…he’s a college student, but it looks like he comes from a rich and powerful family of pretty high status. There seemed to be no way to get information on the group’s leader even if I tried. Awakusu-kai could just have got hold of one of his underlings and made him tell everything. They’re probably waiting for the best time to act to make the job cleaner.”

“I see. So are we going to do anything about them?”

“Just keep an eye on them. I don’t know if and how Orihara Izaya is involved, but it’s better to consolidate our own territory first for now. Of course, we can’t risk letting their moves go unnoticed either, so make absolutely sure that we have our eyes on them at all times.”

“I see. Die.”

“I see you don’t even know what you’re saying anymore when you say ‘Die,’ Yoshikiri… But that’s fine. Anyway, it’s true that certain groups are acting weird recently. I heard that the remnants of the Yellow Turbans are acting kind of weird, too.”

“Is that your brother’s doing?”

“No…I wasn’t talking about the Blue Square people who infiltrated them before…I was talking about the same group of people who first confronted us.”

“Huh. Those guys. That was back in our first or second year in middle school, right?”

“Back then you were already fighting high school students, Yoshikiri. You hardly ever lost.”

“It made no sense at all. They were older than me, yet they were weaker. Is seniority just an urban legend now?”

“That’s not how you use the word ‘seniority.’ Speaking of which, I’m surprised you even know that word, Yoshikiri. Whom did you hear it from? Your grandma?” “…I’m going to kill you!”

“Your death threats carry less and less weight now, Yoshikiri. I’ve gotten so used to them they don’t scare me at all… Seriously, is that all you’ve got in your vocabulary, Yoshikiri? Do you know any Japanese besides ‘I’m going to kill you’ and ‘seniority’?”


The cell phone was squeezed so hard that it began to make cracking sounds as Yoshikiri yelled something that didn’t sound like words.

As soon as he did so, a boy called his name from afar.

“Oooi, Yoshikiri—pass me the phone.”


“I’m finished. All that’s left is him.”

As he heard him Yoshikiri ground his teeth and tossed the cell phone to the boy who just spoke—

And immediately stopped the metal bat being swung at his side with his other hand.

“Hello? It’s me, it’s me. Send some money my way.”

Aoba answered in an even tone to the teasing male voice, “Ah, Gin. Where’s Yoshikiri off to?”

“To finish the last one of them off.”

The boy called Gin was looking at Yoshikiri as the latter kicked a delinquent in the front

teeth with the heel of his shoe.

“That guy’s really something. How on earth does he manage to fight while speaking on the phone?”

As Gin looked again he saw that several more men had already fallen at Yoshikiri’s feet, either unconscious or groaning in pain. It looked like all the while he had been on the phone with Aoba he had been fighting multiple men using just one hand, both feet, and a forehead.

“Seriously, I was having a hard time dealing with just three. Anyway, neither Yoshikiri nor I made it to the fight with the stalker earlier. That stalker kicked several of our Blue Square men’s asses. The shame, man, the burning shame.”

“Don’t say it like that. That stalker was far stronger than we expected. I’m actually more interested in the Yellow Turbans guy who beat two of our people.”

“Well, that is quite embarrassing too since we lost two to one. Shame on our members is shame on us, isn’t it? I’m so embarrassed I gave it my fullest today. Yoshikiri feels the same way. I thought it would be piece o’ cake today since we called all our best men to come, but the Nitari* brothers said there was this anime they wanted to watch so they passed, Neko’s with his girlfriend, Houjou’s sleeping, so we ended up having to beat these guys flat on our own anyway, you know that?”

* Nitari, Neko: Nitari (“fox shark”) and Neko (“cat”) are most likely nicknames.*

Several men were sprawled out on the ground at Gin’s feet. His head was injured. Blood trailed down his face from his temple. From the phone dirtied by Gin’s blood, Aoba’s voice continued regardless.

“Well, Yoshikiri’s good at fighting, not at thinking. All he said to me on the phone was pretty much just ‘I’m going to kill you.’”

“What? Was it something you said, Aoba?”

“I told him that I went to the pool with Kururi-chan and Mairu-chan.”

“Die, you. Just die. Why aren’t you here, anyway?”

Aoba laughed as Gin gave a straightforward reply.

“I will die. I’m human after all. I’d like to live until 80 if possible, though.” “We’ll see if you’ll still be alive after 80 seconds. Shut your mouth.”

“Why is it that everyone in Blue Square has such a nasty tongue?”

“Be grateful that at least we are there to hang out with you. If not for us a bastard like you would have ended up nothing more than a lonely petty criminal for life.”

As he heard the vicious remark Aoba answered as if to get Gin mad on purpose.

“I put on a good show at school, so I actually have quite a lot of friends.”

“Is that so? I get it now. Die. Or, in English, S-H-I-N-E*!”

*“Die” is pronounced “shine” in Japanese.*

“That’s still Japanese. SHINE is English for ‘emitting light.’”

“I was telling you to trigger a nuclear fusion inside you, emit as much light as you want, and die. Just explode already, you fool.”

As Gin kept behaving like an elementary school kid Aoba switched back to the topic in all seriousness—probably because he knew it would be futile to stop him.

“…So, how is it going? Is Mikado-sempai alright?”

“Yeah, he’s alive. But honestly, that one’s not carved out for fighting at all. He fell unconscious halfway so I took him back to the van to let him sleep. He’s almost as bad as you and Yatsufusa. I don’t even know why he insists on coming to our ‘cleansings’ of Dollars himself. Since he’s basically the god on the portable shrine he should just stay behind and smile upon us.”

“No, actually…I don’t think I could have won against him in a fight, either.”

Aoba laughed pleasantly and muttered as if to himself:

“Because I have no idea how Mikado-sempai is going to turn out, really.”

♂♀ After hanging up the phone, Aoba looked at the scar on his left palm and muttered, “I can’t wait to see how this is going to turn out, Mikado-sempai.”

At the same time he was reminded of what Gin had just said.

“…What if there was no one willing to hang out with me? I don’t even want to think about it.”

In his mind’s eye he saw the brother of the twins he rather liked—the man toward whom he could feel nothing but animosity.

“Because the last thing I want is to turn out like that shitty bastard.”

- Durarara!! Light Novel Volume 9

Do I wanna know – part 9

Two people from different worlds fall in love in a world they created for them own. But a shadow hunts her and as it gowns darker and darker, it threatens to destroy everything.

This is a high school AU and some parts could be triggering I think so if they are or if you just want to talk, you can always come and talk to me. My ask box is always open and I’m always here if you need me. If you liked it, you can like/reblog/message me and I will be eternally grateful and happy. Y/n = your name, y/l/n = your last name.

I’m so so so so sorry it has taken me so long to upload the new chapter. I totally get it if nobody is interested in it anymore.

I want to give a big big thank you to my bestest friend and my Nugget for helping me with figuring out a lot of things about this story. She’s the best and I couldn’t do this without her! There literally wouldn’t be a story if she isn’t there with me for every step. Go give her some love!

The pictures from this chapter.

The locations from this chapter. 

The soundtrack.

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Freelancer Roleplay surprise for my daughter update...

Okay, our internet has been down and I only just now got our router going again, so I’m probably going to call it a night and set everything else set up in the morning when other more productive people are at work or school. 

Tex, York, Florida and North are all taken.

Wash, Maine, Connie, Wyoming, South and Carolina are all still on the table. If you’re interested, let me know and I’ll send you the info you’ll need!

For anyone who has missed the details up until now - I have Freelancer presents for my daughter (a personalized audio recording from Jen Brown, a Freelancer ID card from an awesome awesome friend, and her own Freelancer dog tags) that I want to give to her as close to her birthday as possible.  And I want to give it to her in a special way, so I’m setting up a series of Tumblr accounts for all the Freelancers, and then use them to give her clues for a Freelancer themed treasure hunt so she can find her presents.  Doing it on my own meant that I’d be setting up 10 different accounts, making profiles and putting up pictures and making up posts for all of them.  So I’m asking anyone who is willing to step up and take a Freelancer and create a Tumblr you think they’d have.  Once they’re all set up, I’ll send out the names of all the accounts, and people can interact with each other, do whatever they feel is fun, just to flesh things out a bit.  Then on the day of the surprise, I’ll just make sure that everyone has a clue to post for her and the search will be on!

I am so grateful for everyone who has stepped up to help so far - so, so grateful - and who knows?  Maybe after this is all done, we can find a different creative use for these accounts.

I’ll get everything fixed in the morning and send out info to people who haven’t received an account yet.  Thank you all again so much.  You’re all absolutely wonderful.


Tagged by @cheeji-cake to do this one! Thank you~

So the home screen is back to being Jinyoung again (what’s new there) but I wanted to talk about my choice of lock screen! It’s a quote from my favourite book series, Throne of Glass, written by an absolute QUEEN known as Sarah J. Maas. Her novels and her characters are not only a huge inspiration to me as a writer, but also as a person. Her characters have helped to shape me into who I am today. For the past 3 years or so that I have read and loved her work, Sarah’s characters still continue to be a big support for me in both my own writing and in my daily life. That quote: “You could rattle the stars, if only you dared” is one that will always resonate with me. I shall stop rambling here since I doubt anyone really cares but I had to at least begin to describe what it meant to me.

I won’t tag anyone since I feel like I’ve been doing that quite a lot recently and I don’t want to annoy anyone with it! But do feel free to do it if you wish, my loves~

I Like It When You Sleep, For You Are So Beautiful Yet So Unaware Of It sentence starters
  • "Love me, if that's what you wanna do."
  • "You've been reading 'bout yourself."
  • "You've got a beautiful face, but got nothing to say."
  • "You look famous, let's be friends."
  • "You're the only thing that's going on in my mind."
  • "You're meant to be helping me."
  • "I'm not giving it up again."
  • "Am I too old to be this stoned?"
  • "I wasn't told you'd be this cold."
  • "Finding a girl who is equally pretty won't be hard."
  • "Oh, I just had a change of heart."
  • "Your eyes were full of regret."
  • "You took a picture of your salad and put it on the internet."
  • "I've been so worried 'bout you lately."
  • "You're mad thinking you could ever save me."
  • "You used to have a face straight out of a magazine."
  • "I never found love in the city."
  • "I feel as though I was deceived."
  • "I just sat in self-pity and cried in the car."
  • "You were fit, but you're losing it."
  • "Look! He's having a breakdown."
  • "Don't fall in love with the moment."
  • "You know I'm in love with this city."
  • "Don't fall in love with the moment and think you're in love with the girl."
  • "You think you've got it figured out."
  • "Well, your face has got a hold on me."
  • "Are you feeling the same?"
  • "You just keep nodding at me looking vacant."
  • "I'm petrified of being alone."
  • "If I told you I need you, is that what you want?"
  • "If I'm lost now then how can I find myself?"
  • "I heard you found somebody else, and at first I thought it was a lie."
  • "I don't want your body, but I hate to think about you with somebody else."
  • "Our love has gone cold."
  • "You're intertwining your soul with somebody else."
  • "This ain't the last time that I'll see your face."
  • "We are just gonna keep doin' it."
  • "I know when you're around 'cause I know the sound of your heart."
  • "I can't believe I forgot your name."
  • "I thought that you were straight, now I'm wondering."
  • "You're so conceited."
  • "I don't regret it, but I'm glad that we're through."
  • "I'm such a cliche."
  • "You call me when you're bored and you're playing with yourself."
  • "I'm sure she'll be gone in a second."
  • "Let me tell you 'bout this girl."
  • "I can't wait for you, boy."
  • "What does all our love amount to?"
  • "I thought it was love but I guess I must be dreaming."
  • "You got excited and now you find that your girl won't even get you undressed or care about your beating chest."
  • "I'd love to go to Paris again."
  • "I'm done, babe, I'm out of the scene."
  • "I'd fill you in on the things you missed."
  • "I like to think you hear me sometimes."
  • "I hope I'm half as cool as you."
  • "I haven't been doing too well."
  • "The chemicals that make her laugh don't seem to be working anymore."
  • "She just wants to feel something and I don't think that's asking for too much."
  • "What if you die with all of the cameras?"

anyway id really just like this call out to blow over, people who think im a bad person are seeing my posts out of context and listening to rumors instead of speaking to me one on one and thats on them, not me.

the vulgarity people are responding with towards the ppl who defend me is extremely upsetting. instead of explaining their points they’re calling names, and thats the moment where it really clicked that this isnt worth my time and shouldnt be worth any of yalls time either. 

lets jsut let this person rant and rave in their corner of the internet. they’re choosing to interpret my behavior that way and i dont think they will be reasoned with, especially considering their language and need to keep reciepts from as far back as 2014. it’s really just not worth it.

thank you again and please take care.


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Music was always your passion. You didn’t care if one person or one million people heard you sing; you were going to keep singing because it made you happy. In your opinion, that was all that mattered.

You never meant to make a career out of singing. You always thought that it would be nice to be recognized for your voice, yes, but you knew that the industry was unpredictable. Passion and talent were no longer necessary in the industry. You had to know someone who knew someone who could pull some strings or go down a road you weren’t sure you could come back from.

You wanted nothing more than to spend your life working around music, doing what you loved, but you needed something to, at the very least, supplement your income. You attended school, went to work, and lived your life. Music was there for you when you needed it but you couldn’t afford to follow your dreams. Not now, anyway.

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Matt: Oh, Tord? He’s really swell, actually! Ever since he moved back in, he’s been very kind to me and helped me with multiple things. So I guess you could say I like the guy!

Matt: Huh? You guys saw… Oh!

Tord: Sorry to interrupt, my friend. I just wanted to ask you something. Also, who are you talking to?

Matt: The internet, actually! They ask me lovely questions about me and I get to answer them! It a perfect way to show off my face.

Tord: Of course it is.

Tord: Just gonna let you know I’m crashing on your bed. Tom is being his stupid self and chased me out of the living room.

Matt: No worries. Make yourself at home, buddy!

guess who’s back?

(back again…)

(tentatively, though, as my summer plans may keep me off of the internet) 

It’s been a couple of months (I lost track of time, honestly) and my life has been just as crazy as when I left. I’m deep in training my horse, meaning I’m at the barn about 4 to 5 days a week. The rest of the time I’m running errands, trying to organize my move this summer, and spending time with my family. 

About a month and a half ago, I got tremendously amazing news — I got accepted into my dream summer studies program at Duke University!! 

(I was actually at the barn when I got the news and started crying and everyone thought something was wrong, lol) 

I also won free VIP tickets to a concert this summer + bought VIP tickets to another one. All of those activities take up my time from mid-June to end of July. 

In addition to all of that, I went out and got myself a boyfriend. Not like I was looking, but sometimes you have to take a chance when it comes. Right now, I’m very happy with him and that’s all I’ll say about it for now. 

I also finished my school year about a month and a half ago with flying colors on all my finals - even the ones I was insanely worried about. I’m officially a senior now and I’m turning 18 in November (I really can’t believe it).

I have been keeping up with most everything on twitter - especially Lin, who has now liked TWO of my tweets. I’m also an active member of Mandy Gonzalez’s #FearlessSquad and she follows me because of that.

I’ve been trying to write (thinking about trying to, really) but I’m not on my computer a lot and inspiration hasn’t seriously struck yet. That said, you’ll have to wait more for the last installment of Covetous (there’s only about 1k words written right now and I’m not even sure I like them).

I think I’ve covered everything now? So, that’s basically what’s been up with me.

My Thoughts on Manchester

I am beyond furious; and yet not at all surprised. I’ve become used to it, which is really fucking sad. These are my thoughts - thoughts usually kept in my private journal, but thoughts I want to share today.

First off, let me make a few predictions: the perpetrators of this horrific act of terror will be British citizens, probably first or second generation. They will not me immigrants or refugees. They will be radical fundamentalist religious zealots, inspired and encouraged by the internet. The “Political” and “Popular” response will be to blame the brown people, refugees, immigrants, and anyone else trying to get away from the fuckers who inspire and encourage this kind of depravity. Things will get a little worse for everyone, again.

The thing to remember is that the whole point of a terror attack is not to kill people - the dead are simply a means to an end. The goal of terror is to make you do things differently tomorrow than you did yesterday. To change our way of life. To keep us so afraid of being next that we stop doing the things the religious zealots hate.

The terror attack in Manchester was absolutely an attack on women! This is one of the worst acts of misogyny in recent times. The bomber attacked a concert being performed by a strong, independent young woman, attended predominately by other strong, free, independent young women. The entire point was to make young women feel less safe today than they felt yesterday. To make them second guess the decision to go to the next concert. To make parents afraid to bring their young women to see their favorite performers. To change how we entertain ourselves.

The thing with religious zealots and terror is that guns never solve the problem. This is not a military enemy we can identify and fight. Religious zealotry is an idea, and the only way to kill an idea with a gun is to kill everyone who has ever heard of the idea, including yourself. As long as one person is left alive who has heard of the idea, then the idea remain, intact, and free to continue perverting others.

But there is a very easy solution that will eliminate the idea: refuse to be afraid! Don’t let your activity today be any different than it was yesterday. Be a little extra kind to the innocent brown folk who will suffer unfairly because of this. Do not become the enemy the zealots want to make us into. Do not be afraid. If we are unafraid, than the terror attack was useless. Each one of us has the ability and freedom to chose to take away the power of the zealots. If we refuse to be afraid of them, and instead respond to every act of hatred with even greater acts of love, we can change the idea! We can change the mind of those who would be influenced by the idea. By being unafraid of being free, strong, and loving, we can defuse the next bomb. 

One last thing. I made the conscious choice to not identify a religion in this post. I did so for one simple fact: all religions spawn fundamentalist zealots! This is not a problem unique to any one faith or sect. Religious fundamentalism is a human problem, not a religious one. No one is immune, and each of us experiences it differently. Last night it was the women in Manchester; tomorrow it could be the boys in a New York gay bar; the day after that women and children in some central African nation. The problem is not religion; the problem is the people, and only the people can fix it.




Okie so this Kinky Little Dork has a Basball Bat dick… meaning that it’s very long and it get’s thicker as it goes down… I think the real question is how is this boy not doing porn with a pepe that big….like it could be considered a weapon and i’m like 99999% sure it’s illegal in 48 stats and parts of Europe like WHAT ARE THIS??? JUST DO YOURSELF A FAVOR AND.. 

Picture this…. 

like how can one single little CHINESE baby boy be that blessed I FEEL LIKE HIS PORN STAR NAME SHOULD BE THE PUNISHER… 





This boy is the reason for every arm fetish ever like if that’s what his arms look like we can only imagine what his womb Raider looks like….idk maybe like ….. A MUTHER FUDGING BASEBALL BAT…. 



How about now?… it looks like the boy stuck one of the hammers in his pants… 





Are You STILL NOT convinced?


Then why is he always covering his skin flute??…


*non believers voice* WELL MAYBE HE’S JUST SMALL?






this is just my opinion and I respect anyone who thinks otherwise. Plus….

I have heard that Idols sometimes don’t wear underwear because of how tight their pants are and they wear a cup so this could also be why the bulges differ in size… Idk let me know what you think ……

To the perosn who requested this sorry it took so long to post I had to collect my evidence and make sure it was accurate..but here you go…

Again this is all the proof I have and if you have any opinions feel free to share… I wonder how big the other members are tbh … PSA:THIS IS FOR FUN I DO NOT KNOW NOR DO I CLAIM TO KNOW HOW BIG JACKSON WANG IS… THIS IS JUST ME DICKING AROUND ON THE INTERNET(NO PUN INTENDED)

objectoffascination  asked:

Alright, it's the person with a crush on someone too old for me again. Said person is an internet friend who I befriended before I learned her age, and she's the person I trust most, even with our age gap. She's part of the reason I'm still alive, what with me dealing with severe depression, and I'm thinking about her constantly, but she's just. Too old. What do I do?

Camilla: Awww sweetheart, love comes in many different forms and only you who could identify it. Let’s take an example here, I love my siblings with all my heart and I think about them as much as I could and in the same time, I love Beruka and Selena as well. But the love I have for my siblings and retainers are different and it will be different for my lover as well. So try to understand your feelings alright? :)