you don't even know how long this took me

anonymous asked:

Akaashi, please tell Futakuchi to CHILL

futakuchi has been adequately chilled… just kidding, he unplugged the fridge to get in there. akaashi has learned to keep a closer eye on him from now on

Happy Valentines Day

Requested: valentines day imagine on valentines day?

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“How are you doing today, buddy?” Your roommate asks as she plops down on the couch next to you. She knows that you’re a little down today because it’s Valentines day so you get to see a ton of couples posting pictures together, but you’ll spend most of the day just missing your boyfriend and trying not to be sad about the fact that you won’t be able to spend Valentines Day together.

“I’m alright.” You reply shortly, not wanting to complain because you really don’t have anything to complain about. You’re just lucky to have Shawn, and you’re proud of everything he’s accomplished, so you won’t let yourself be upset that he can’t be here and that you haven’t even heard from him all day.

“I’m sorry,” She says, even though you said you were alright, she knows you’re not exactly. “Have you talked to him today at least?” She questions.

“Nah, he’s sleeping I think?” You respond because he hasn’t replied to anything you’ve sent him yet, but you’re just assuming with the time zones its probably the middle of the night where he is.

“It’ll just be that much better the next time you see him,” She tries to offer support.

“Thanks, really. I’m fine. It’s not a big deal.” 

She smiles sadly at you, and you hate that she pities you even though she’s not doing it intentionally. At least she drops the subject and you get to talk about other things that puts you in a bit of a better mood and gets your mind off the fact that it’s Valentines Day and you haven’t even heard anything from your boyfriend even though it’s nearly three in the afternoon where you are.

You decide to take a shower, something that normally just helps you to get your mind of things that are bothering you. You’ve probably sent Shawn about ten messages and he hasn’t replied to anything. That’s unlike him, but you know he gets busy sometimes and it isn’t his fault. Or he could be sleeping. Either way it sucks that of all days, he chose Valentines day to not reply to your messages.

When you get out of the shower and get dressed you check your phone again, half expecting to have no notifications, but you’re surprised to see that Shawn has finally texted you. Happy Valentines Day babe xx and the next message asks, Did you get the flowers? You feel a little better. At least he sent flowers, but you hadn’t received any flowers.

You’re alive. No, I haven’t? You reply.

Oh comes his immediate response, and then They should be there soon, are you home?

Yeah You click send and are starting to text him asking about his day just to see how he is, but your doorbell rings. You wonder if it is the flowers he sent, and if it is you’re thinking how it is really weird timing since he had just talked about it. You shake off the thought and open the door without even bothering to look through the peephole. You see the flowers first, probably two dozen red roses. There are so many flowers that you can’t even see the person holding them. You’re about to try to thank the guy who delivered them when the person moves the flowers and you actually see his face. You have to stop yourself from screaming, and your hand goes to your shocked mouth. “Shawn?” You say, not believing your eyes.

“Your flowers are here, baby.” He says, a cheeky grin on his face.

You just hug him tightly, despite the flowers being slightly in your way, then you usher him inside. He hands you the vase of flowers and you quickly put them down before finding yourself back in his arms. “Happy Valentines Day, darling.” He says softly into your ear and you can’t stop yourself from thinking how it really is a happy Valentines Day now that he’s here.

anonymous asked:

I don't know if this is weird or too much for you but,,,, what if Red's S/O was the most open and honest person like "what took you so long?" "Oh I was taking a MASSIVE dump and it just wouldn't come out, y'know? Do skeletons even shit?" Like, uncomfortably open and honest and curious (if you are not okay with this, please don't feel pressured to answer. That'd make me feel shitty and you feel uncomfortable =_=)b)

Oh my gosh, don’t worry about it :) I love getting asks! Seriously. I don’t think you guys understand how much all your support means to me.


You kind of catch him off guard, when you two first meet. You say anything and everything on your mind without a second thought, and it kind of makes him sweat sometimes. Once, You’d asked him how he vomited. Then you’d asked him to lift up his sweater so you could see his ribs. Then- oh boy- then you’d asked if you could freaking stick your arms into his ribcage. 

“Hey, Red?”

“yeah, kid?”

“How do skeletons have sex?”

He’d choked on air.

You’ll casually mention painfully awkward or intimate things in front of him like it’s no big deal. “Oh, yeah, I’m not wearing any underwear today,” or “I haven’t shaved in like, two weeks.” He’ll just freeze up, and try and laugh it off with a stiff pun or innuendo. It’s kind of frustrating, sometimes, because he’s constantly wondering why the hell you’re telling him these things.  He can’t really see any reasons why you’d talk to him about your sex life with him without ulterior motives. Do you want him to jump your bones?  Or are you just an aggressively honest person? Or maybe you’re dropping hints.

He sure as heck hopes it’s the latter. 

He’ll eventually just snap and shake you violently by the shoulders while he asks in a voice near a sob what the hell you’re playing at? He needs to know, because if he doesn’t get a straight answer soon, he’s going to break. 


anonymous asked:

So I donated to your kickstarter so long ago that I can't even remember when it was and you haven't been making updates about the progress of the album in a very long time. I know life happens and sometimes things get pushed back but I'm starting to wonder where my money went and if I will ever get the vinyl I paid for. It's been well over a year and it's making me think you just took everyone's money and don't really care how long they have to wait to see what they paid for come to life.

this mite be a long post! please for the love of god feel free to scroll beyond if u dont care, i truly hate when people fuck up my feed with their essays so ya. that is my disclaimer here. ok.

ok. deep breath.
i talk about this/my campaign/my project VERY often on twitter (it’s distracting and often harmful for me to use tumblr and facebook regularly. sorry if that’s inconvenient). i realize most people aren’t actively checking my shit & that my tweets get buried in the constant avalanche of my stupid thoughts, so i’ll summarize the past year or so. hopefully whoever left this anonymous message will check back to see the answer and if so, i IMPLORE u to read the entire thing instead of picking out details from the first 4 sentences and sending me another message about how i stole your fucking money.

my album is almost finished. i’ve said this multiple times over the course of the past year, but this time it’s like, legitimately fact. i’m feeling extra sensitive right now and reading this message felt like stepping on a rusty nail, so i’ll go ahead and give you as many details as possible to explain why it’s taken me over a year to complete my first full-length album. 

i am an independent artist, as you probably know. i am also an extreme perfectionist. when i began my kickstarter campaign in september of 2015, i had about 30 songs written that i’d poorly recorded in my shitty apartment, many of which i hoped to record professionally for my first proper (and physical) release. i could not fucking stand the thought of being contractually obligated to make music via label and figured kickstarter was my last hope. i honestly thought it would fail miserably and decided that when my campaign came to a humiliating end, i’d move on from music and do something else that wouldn’t make me feel so fucking horrible about myself. somehow, thanks to you and everyone else who made my dream come true, i made enough money to actually make a record.

two months later in january of 2016, i went home to florida from LA to visit my family for the holidays. thanks to my incredible fucking luck, some kind of crime ring was hitting licks on every major airline’s baggage claim at LAX post-holiday and my luggage containing 3 notebooks filled with all of my lyrics, 2 external hard drives and a bunch of little USB drives containing 2 years of my work were stolen. hmu if u want the police report for proof. 

i lost a lot of work (and learned the value of The Cloud- i hate to trust it after my nudes were leaked and my fucking whole bank account was emptied after someone hacked my shit in 2014, but here we are) and basically all morale but pieced together what i could from what i had left. i hired a producer i’ve admired for years to be the executive producer of my record and decided this fucking bullshit was an opportunity to make my shit better. due to unfortunate, unforgivable and honestly criminal circumstances, this fucking psycho wasted an upsetting amount of my time and decided to back out of my project. THAT particular situation keeps me up at night and i fucking live for the day i can tell that goddamn story, it truly shocks me that a human being could do me like that fool did me, yall will find out one day but ahem. anyway. 

after this incredible fucking scam, i decided to ONCE AGAIN start anew considering the legal and financial obligations of releasing music that had been co-written by this bad fucking person. i left my home in LA and went to stay at my dad’s house in florida, spent literally all of my time mastering production software and learning to play piano, and filled in all the shit i’d lost with new things i’d written and produced entirely on my own. then i got married, but that’s unimportant to this story. actually it is like, kind of important, but whatever.

i was diagnosed with bipolar disorder in january 2016 and in march of 2016 i attempted suicide. i left an organized folder of songs, mockups for art, my bank account info and a note to my manager to make sure that my album was released because i literally could not comfortably die knowing that i let down the people who gave me money. im not tryna make anyone feel bad im just like saying cuz its part of the whole shit. anyway, i failed at killing myself and woke up in a bathtub of puke ready to go the fuck off. haven’t wanted to die since.

ahem. so. since i’m honestly 100% unable to trust a single fucking human being with my work and my thoughts after what happened up there ^^^^, i decided to set up a room in my new home for recording. i wrote, recorded, and produced (with some help, but like please bitch give me credit here) a fucking entire new album that i actually LIKED. im not shy about the fact that i think my music is stupid gimmicky- after trying to die and not dying and then getting help i realize i have like a little bit of talent i should actually appreciate. i finished recording and producing it, hired a person i trusted with a degree in music production to help me polish it and alas, he ran off without a single fucking word. thankfully i didn’t pay him a cent but like hey there u follow me on twitter and FUCK. YOU.

so now, as of about a month ago, i’ve absolutely perfected my songs (as much as i can- i still lose sleep over the imperfections im just not good enough to fix) and i’ve found the most trustworthy, hardworking team i’ve ever met to finish this shit. it’s demoralizing to recap the past year, mostly bc it was so fucking horrible for me, but i can promise you the last thing i would ever ever ever ever do is take a bunch of money and dip out with it. i do literally every single piece of this shit on my own, from the music to visuals to branding, and it’s hard. it’s time consuming. i have a job outside of music to provide for myself and for my family, and that takes up my time too. 

so i really apologize for the amount of time it’s taken for this record to be released. it fucking kills me to be waiting and i didn’t spend your money; god knows i would never in my fucking life just STEAL your money. the fact that anyone would ever accuse me of that makes me ILL.

i just want ya’ll to know there’s nothing easy about releasing music as an independent artist, especially one who refuses to accept anything less than perfection, and ESPECIALLY one who refuses to be disrespected and taken advantage of. i’m doing my best, and it took me a while. i feel like it’s worth it. it’ll be another 2 months or so. hit me up if you want a refund on your vinyl.

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making new clichés - Chapter 10 - strangetowns - SKAM (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

“You really think it’ll be okay?” he says. 

“I know it will,” Even says. 

(As many doubts as Isak has, he has to admit that those words, when they come from Even, are the greatest comfort he might ever hope to have.)

A childhood best friends AU - Part 3.2

In this universe, Isak and Even are best friends. Some things are different; some things stay exactly the same.

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anonymous asked:

Do you have any advice on how to stay safe(r)? Charlottesville drove home the point that my rabbi, even when I asked about advice on dealing with antisemitism, basically said that it's not a major problem and we have it great in America. So I got no advice on how to deal with practical safety measures. As a convert, I feel like I'm stumbling in the dark because I don't know what to do.

Hi anon,

I’m sorry it took me so long to answer this.

I have to be perfectly honest with you – this is in part because I wasn’t sure how. Indeed, I’m still not a hundred percent sure what to tell you.

It’s not safe. This is not a safe choice. It never has been and it most likely never will be until moshiach arrives.

I don’t say this to be pessimistic or to frighten you, but because it’s the truth and I don’t think it does anyone any favors to pretend otherwise.

That said, some advice on how to stay safe:

  • Stick together. There’s strength in numbers. If you walk to shul, see if you can walk with someone else. If you’re going to be visibly Jewish in some way, try to do so with other Jewish people.
  • Be conscious of your surroundings, and be smart about where and when you decide to be visibly Jewish or make it known that you are converting.
  • Be strong, but don’t take stupid risks. If you’re in an area where you’re likely to face physical violence, don’t feel like you have to put yourself in danger.
  • Similarly, if you live in an area where your neighbors think it’s fine to put up confederate flags and are quite possibly armed? It’s okay to put your mezuzah on the inside of your home and to not display your menorah to the street. (There are specific halachic rules about how to protect yourself in this sort of way, but the upshot as far as I’ve ever been told is that it’s okay to be more private when this type of observance could put you in serious danger.)
  • Also, know your own personal limits. Maybe you feel up to battling it out wearing a kippah today, but maybe the next day you don’t. That’s okay. You need to take care of your psychological and emotional health, too.
  • If any of your property gets vandalized, take pictures and let an authority figure know; if it’s your home, call the police.
  • If it will help you to feel more confident, take some self-defense classes.

Sending love and strength. Keep your chin up and don’t let the b*stards get you down.

(Followers, please feel free to add to this list!)

anonymous asked:

hi if you don't mind me asking can i ask you how you happened to put a solid color background on these: /post/148483955815/my-friends-and-family-keep-me-so-grounded-and-so even though she's moving around a lot? Thank you for reading this and always making such beautiful creations <3

AAAAAH sorry I took so long to answer this! I’ve been really busy and trying to adjust to university life ): Anyway here’s a short tutorial on how I made this:

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studyvaggio  asked:

Hello! I was wondering if you recommend any websites or books to help you start learning korean. I checked out a verb book from the library but I couldn't find use for it in the sense that i don't even know how to form a basic phrase so why learn the verb. I also find it difficult considering I only know English and Spanish so Korean, as you know, is completely different so I can't even begin to approach it. What do you suggest?

What can i recommend? (This is from a previous ask that I answered sorry it took so long to reply I was trying to look for it so I could give you some nice sources!)

But back to the rest of your question! But I totally understand the crazy jump from English to Korean! For me I jumped from studying French to Japanese then Korean so it was funky at first!! But really it’s just a process! The transitions will be weird and it’ll be frustrating at times learning a whole new writing system and grammar structure but all it takes is self discipline with studying and memorization! 

So what do I suggest for approaching the language?

→ Find a book that you enjoy using with lots of examples and ‘problems’ for you to work on. If you are using material that you don’t enjoy using then it’ll make things crazy boring. 

→ Figure out your schedule! There is nothing worse then when you are ready to start studying a new language but you don’t have a solid schedule to study regularly! Having a good schedule made out for what days you’re going to study is really important. I suggest studying in 30 min increments so you don’t get overworked with the language (because like you said; its a totally different language compared to English and Spanish) 

→ Find a study group! Having a really great support system and place where you can go to ask questions is really important when studying well really anything! There are a lot of really great groups on tumblr and whatnot even if you find just one person who you can practice the language with will help immensely

Blogs!:

:: @dailykoreanwordswithme​ :: I really like using this blog as a vocabulary builder

:: @gongbu-blr :: In all honesty, I just love this blog. Its great for a lot of things. Just go check ‘em out haha

:: @h-eonno :: So this blog is great because it provides images with the weekly lesson and its content is amazing!

:: @hangeulit :: This one is another really good place to study vocabulary and phrases!!

:: @study-korean :: This is a great blog for grammar!

Sites:

:: Memrise :: I put this on a list for what I used for Japanese too! It is really great to keep on your phone or laptop to review vocabulary and stuff like that

:: easy-korean.com :: If you are stuck on beginner stuff this would (hopefully) be useful!

:: elle.co.kr :: So even though you said you just started, if you ever want any reading comprehension practice and like stuff like fashion and what not I suggest reading the Elle Korea website. I read it all the time to strengthen my reading plus I mean, its Elle, what isn’t there to love!

:: Naver :: So again, for reading help and stuff Naver is kind of a great go to. I keep it on my phone and will read it throughout the day to check on news and stuff! There is also a Naver Dictionary that has a translator if you ever need that and it has some awesome vocabulary too!

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*BONUS*
Ninjago Episode 59: How It Should Have Ended cont.

*Phone rings*

Nadakhan: Nadakhan’s residence.

Jay: So like I was saying we gotta hang out more What nights are good for you Here are the nights that are good for me Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday Sunday I gotta work I work as a ninja My best friend is Cole he’s black…

Nadakhan: *groans*

anonymous asked:

Sid, 48! :)

Hey, Anon! I wrote this while envisioning the characters in a modern AU, so I hope you don’t mind~. :)

*This fic was written for the the Writing Prompts Ask.*

**Warnings: Some cursing.**


Sid x MC: Rough Week

“Fuck… I feel I’ve been hit by a car.” Sid took another long swig of his drink before haphazardly plopping the bottle onto the table.

I rolled my eyes at him. “That’s the third time you’ve said that. Also, don’t you think you’ve had enough alcohol for today?” I picked up the half-empty bottle of wine and placed it on the kitchen counter beside two other empty bottles.

He scoffed. “Please, you should know me by now: alcohol’s got nothin’ on me.” Stretching himself further on the couch, he gave a long yawn before closing his eyes.

If he thinks that he can just walk into my home, take whatever he wants, and then sleep on my couch without telling me what’s happening, he is sadly mistaken.

“Although I’m impressed that you haven’t yet passed out or thrown up from alcohol poisoning, something is definitely going on with you.” I walked back into the living room and sat on a chair in front of the couch. “Now spill.”

“I ain’t tellin’ ya nothin’.” Sid’s eyes remained closed as he responded.

“If you don’t, I swear I will throw you out of my house for good.” It wasn’t like Sid and I were “best buddies” anyway: we only know each other because our families run rivaling companies. Ironically enough, our families would also host social gatherings together quite often. In short: the lines of my relationship with Sid constantly blurred between “friend” and “enemy.”

He flinched slightly and opened his eyes at my threat. In return, I crossed my arms and glared into his dark blue eyes. “And you know that I always keep my promises.”

We stared at each other in silence for what seemed to be an eternity. Finally, he gave in. “Fine,” he groaned. “But you’d better keep your mouth shut about this.”

Huh, this must be more serious than I thought. I wonder what’s bothering him so much. I nodded, giving him my utmost attention.

Sid sat up, placing his elbows on his knees. “I just… God, I honestly don’t know what’s wrong with me. Everything just sucks right now.” He sighed, turning his gaze to the floor. “I’m having the worst luck this week: work is shitty, being in public is shitty… Ugh, even my relationships are turning to shit.” I briefly narrowed my eyes. Noting my reaction, he quickly apologized. “Oh, sorry. I meant my romantic relationship. Lydia broke up with me.”

“What?!” I exclaimed. Lydia had been Sid’s girlfriend for almost a year. She was the first person who he actually managed to stay in a stable and serious relationship with. Apart from that, I honestly didn’t know her that well. She worked with a company that would send her on countless business trips, so we rarely had the opportunity to schedule one-to-one girl time with each other.

Not that she’d be interested in that kind of thing, especially with me. I always had the feeling that she didn’t like me, but I could never point out why. I was always welcoming and warm towards her: she is - well, was - Sid’s girlfriend, after all. I don’t recall ever doing something unpleasant to her.

Sid spoke again before I could ask any more questions. “Yeah, it happened earlier today. I’ll save the sob story for another time. But let’s just say that she kept it ‘short and sweet’.” I didn’t know what to tell him: having never been in that kind of relationship before, I wasn’t exactly an expert in the romance department, let alone an expert in dealing with broken hearts. Instead, I silently waited for Sid to continue his story.

He sighed as he ran his hand through his hair. “I guess what I’m trying to say is that I’ve been having a pretty rough week, and I thought I’d feel better if I told someone, and the first person I thought of was… well…” His eyes met mine for a brief moment.

“Me?” I asked in disbelief. He nodded before turning his gaze back to the floor. Wow, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so down. I made my way across the room and sat beside him on the sofa. “Hey,” I said quietly. His eyes were still fixed on the floor. “Hey!” I said a little louder as I smacked his shoulder.

“Ow! Okay, I’m listening.” He adjusted his body and his gaze towards me.

“Now that I have your attention, I just want to say that, frankly, I don’t have a solution to your situation. However,” I raised a hand to stop him from interrupting me. “I am willing to listen to you, no matter how much you annoy me.”

“Wow,” he shook his head. “You’d sacrifice your sanity for my problems? Why not just save the trouble and kick me out?” He said half-teasingly.

“Well, that’s because…”

“Because what?” He leaned closer, a small smirk forming on his mouth.

I felt my cheeks reddening as he slowly closed the distance between us. What are you doing? Don’t just freeze: say something already! “Because I care about you, dammit!” I blurted out. Sid jumped back slightly at my response.

I took a deep breath before I continued speaking. “I care about you, Sid, and I don’t want to see you moping about. I want to see the loud, confident, carefree Sid who hardly gives any effs about what the world thinks of him. I want to see the Sid who annoys the hell out of me but somehow still manages to be my friend. ” I took his hand into mine. “I can’t guarantee that there won’t be any more crappy weeks or months or years in your life, but one thing I’m certain of is that you can bounce back to that Sid.”

His eyes widened at me. “Wow,” he said. “I… I don’t know what to say. Um…” I raised an eyebrow while he chuckled. “Thanks. I mean it.” He gave my hand a light squeeze.

“Don’t mention it.” I lightly squeezed his hand back. “Now, is there anything else you want to tell me?”

He bit his lip as he thought of what to say. “Oh!” he finally said. “I didn’t know you thought of me as a friend! I thought you hated my guts.”

“Well, it’s not hate per se. It’s more like a mild dislike.” I quickly let go of his hand.

“Aw, c’mon. You know you love me.” He reached for my hand, only to miss it as I stood up from the couch.

“Uh, not as much as you think I do.” I started to walk away when I felt his arms wrap around me from behind. “Hey, wha-?”

“What was that you said to me? ‘I care about you’?” He tightened his grip around me. “Admit it: you love me.”

“S-shut up and let go of me, Sid.” I squirmed as I tried to escape from his hold.

He only hugged me tighter. “Not until you say you love me.”

“Never.”

“Confess.”

“Go to hell!”

“Well, I’m not quite there yet, so you’re still stuck with me.” Sid lifted me up and set us both on the couch. I was now lying on top of his more-than-well-toned body. Noticing me observing his muscles (Oh God, why me? Why now?), he gave a small laugh. “Comfortable?”

I felt my cheeks heating up even more. Why am I blushing so much? “No way. Please get off of me.”

“Actually, you’re on top of me.”

“Doesn’t matter: I just need some space!”

“You’re like five-foot-two: you have more than enough space.”

“JUST LET ME GO ALREADY.”

“Nope.”

“GOD, I CAN’T STAND YOU.”

“You’re so cute when you’re acting all tough.”

I groaned in frustration, giving up with trying to escape from Sid’s grip. Might as well make myself comfortable, I guess. I laid my head down on his chest, and he rested his chin on the top of my head. We stayed that way for a while, breathing together, feeling the warmth between our bodies. In a way, it was quite comforting.

I eventually broke the silence. “You know, this doesn’t change how I feel about you.”

“Lemme guess: you still hate me?” Sid asked.

I stayed silent, unsure of how to respond. Did I really still not like him?

“Well, for the record,” He lowered his lips to my ear. I shivered, noting how his breath tickled my neck. “I hate you less.”

“Geez, thanks for letting me know.”

“Hey, it was a compliment! I’m saying that I like you!”

“Whatever: just shut up and rest.”

We soon returned to our state of comfortable silence, still lying on the couch until we dozed off together for the rest of the evening.

anonymous asked:

Same anon/ BTW, old bombs were pure gold, especially this one: youtube(.)com/watch?v=XaVMFq1CQmI -all gifworthy! )))) that V meme face and background maknae lol--- Also on 1:57 Suga practically attacks his older hyung ( what disrespect!!) in order to protect Hobi mindlessly left out by Jin and you can see how upset it made Hoseok at the time. Sharp- tongued Yoongi to the rescue and no one messes up with his fav donsaeng! 2:20 Jin be pissed and lets it on Hobi 2:24 - "thats 'nuf! We leavin'!"

these are my favorite kinds of requests(?) lmao when people give me links and even say the timestamp bless here’s the gifset and aaw :’( yoongi helping and defending hobi :’(( 

  • me about keith: Keith once fought a rat in the subway for half a bag of chips
  • also me about keith: Keith felt bad and tried to smuggle it home in his gym bag. The only reason he eventually got rid of it was because it snuck into Shiro's room, where he found Shiro standing on his bed crying because the rat was on his floor eating his shoelaces. So an ultimatum was made: "It's me or the rat, Keith". Shiro is still upset at how long it took Keith to decide.

anonymous asked:

yo my dude would you like a banana? good source of potassium ya know.

[Your dude now indeed ;D]

But what if the reason Kanda took so long to come back was because he waited for his hair to go back to its normal color? Because you know how all the “moyashi” thing started so nope Kanda is definitely not giving Allen the chance to throw it back at him

“Unlike the hallways, the lunchroom was suspiciously silent. There was a tension that filled the space, immediately setting Alex on edge. Navigating through the crowd, he managed to slip to the front with ease. In any other case, his small stature would be a brittle thorn in his side, but on the occasion it had its advantages. The scene that laid before him was one that would not soon be forgotten. Lafayette was towering on top of a table, shouting in a mixture of French and English at another boy who was standing on the ground looking up smugly at the enraged teenager. There was a small circle of students blocking entrance to the faceoff, keeping any administration interference at bay. Teenagers are like sharks, Alex thought, a fight is like a drop of blood.”

Aaaaaand here is yet another drawing from @damn-man-ham-fam‘s brilliant fic. I can’t seem to stop drawing Hamilton how did this happen