As previously noted, the outside of the card is very simple, but covered in drawings of apple blossoms. On the inside, in very rounded off script, appears to be a poem!
It would be too easy to call you flame, And you’re much more complicated than that, You are many more things than I can name, A sugary sweet grinning Cheshire Cat, A clever trickster that no one can match, You’d think I would be onto you by now, But what can I say you’re too much to catch, Though I’ll always try to figure out how, Creative little thing made of fire, You shine your light on my darkest of days, Ball of laughing chaos that won’t tire, You’re too impossible to put to phrase, I can only hope you’ll never get bored, Still I’ll be here this I swear on my sword.
Happy Valentines Day, Loki!
Hope you like the treats! Rias
A bewildered expression forms on Loki’s face as he reads the inside of the card before it slowly morphs into a gentle smile. He didn’t expect to receive anything for Valentine’s Day. Not with his usual group of friends gone. Yet, here he is, reading over a poem written specifically for him and wondering about what kind of treats Rias sent him. It’s endearing, really.
“Thank you, Rias,” he mumbles as he sets the card down next to the boxes and goes to open the heart-shaped one.
"Don't message me again." Why? Because at least 10 people have already proven you wrong so you don't want another to do it? Because you don't actually respond to anyone's points? You're just another one of these stereotypical third wave feminists who lost the point that it's supposed to be about women's rights and not all this psychotic segregation, hatred towards people you deem "oppressors" and being a general cunt.
I was waiting for the slur, and you didn’t disappoint. Y’all just can’t resist that misogynistic language, can you? It’s also worth noting that you accused me of not responding to anyone’s points while…only responding to a tag which had nothing to do with my points. You suck at this.
Bury me standing under your window with the cinder block in hand Yeah cause no one will ever feel like this again And if I could move I’m sure it would only be to crawl back to you I must have dragged my guts a block… they were gone by the time we (talked)…
I want to hate you half as much as I hate myself But you know that I could crush you with my voice
Stood on my roof and tried to see you forgetting about me Hide the details I don’t want to know a thing
I hate the way you say my name like it’s something secret My pen is the barrel of the gun. Remind me which side you should be on
I wish that I was as invisible as you make me feel…
So what I’ve basically got from today’s little uproar is that choosing actors for roles based on their talents and suitability for a character is apparently racist, and that we should selectively choose which parts poc actors can and can’t play.
I asked you nicely to watch The Variants. An amazing web show I thought you would love. You didn’t listen. Now I have the thing you love most! BOOSTER GOLD. My demands are simple 1 million dollars that you watch The Variants! If you don’t I will put Booster into more and more precarious predicaments!