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One can tell Pharma walked home from work, perhaps taking one certain bun's sire-bun to get coffee on the way home after being let out of work hours earlier than usual. The damning evidence of course is always the things the flier gathers on his way home, true to bird nature to bring home things for their mate. An arm full of fresh flowers from his favorite stand, a tall cup of the tall glass of handsome shuttle's favorite bean juice, and a bag of some warm snacks from the bakery within that coffee shop. Though, let's not forget the smooch to the bigger mech's cheek that Pharma has to get on his tippy-pedes to give, along with a sweet hi baby as always. ❤️
Pharma can bring home everything his arms can hold, but Lieutenant is just happy to welcome him home.
Some tattoos I've designed. If you get these without permission know I will slap it repeatedly while it's still healing (joking less than is legally advisable)
Keepsakes
There's a weird pocket in the top right corner of my browser that houses a mishmash of various urls. It's called the "Other Bookmarks" folder, and despite its generic name, its contents are carefully chosen. If I deem it intelligent, hilarious, thoughtful, unique, or otherwise extraordinary, it receives the honor of being inside. (The only anomaly is the end, to which is appended the next video in whatever series I'm watching; this is hardly an exception, however, as I wouldn't be watching it if it weren't somewhat entertaining.)
Okay, so perhaps I made it sound better than it really is. But I thought to myself: Why do I do this? To reread them later? No, because I almost never do that with anything. To show them to other people? I rarely get the chance to do so. So why not post them?
Here are its current contents. Be warned that some of these may be disagreeable, distracting, or NSFW.
http://www.gamefaqs.com/features/top10/2645.html http://www.mother4game.com/ http://www.siliconera.com/2013/12/03/emulating-megadrive-3ds-isnt-easy-enter-3d-sonic-hedgehog/ http://www.polygon.com/features/2013/12/2/5143856/no-girls-allowed http://jay-machalani.squarespace.com/blog/2013/12/12/fixing-windows-8 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FtxhSQiduMk http://worldsbiggestpacman.com/ http://tmi.kotaku.com/the-indie-game-reality-tv-show-that-went-to-hell-1555599284/
I made a baby blanket for a pregnant woman at work and I went back and forth about it like “is this weird? To like hand make something for someone when we’re like friendly acquaintances not like bffs. God why are you so fucking awkward.” Anyway I gave it to her and she said she loved it and in the back of my head I’m like yea she’s nice and probably just humoring the weirdo. Well she texted me a picture this weekend of a scrunchy faced newborn at the hospital wrapped in the blanket I made her. And I’m like. Wow. She loved it so much she took it with her! To the hospital! To give birth! She wrapped her newborn it! I am just so filled with love and joy right now.
People will love the things you make them. Because you thought of them and you cared.
Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals
How do I tell you I love you without choking on the words?
Growing up, I never heard my family say 'I love you'. It was something people confessed in films and books and not what mother said to us or father told my mother. I love you was an exotic bird that existed somewhere in the world- too far away from us. I love you was a weakness that required immeasurable strength.
So, I pour my love in the morning coffee. And in the evening, I peel an orange for you, I love you. And I send you 15 cat pictures an hour, I love you and I hope you see it. And I text you good morning at the same time everyday, I love you, I love you, I love you. And until I learn to swallow it and live in it and whisper it, I hope you see how much I love you.
-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire
This is the best day of my life. Lucifer will never hear the end of this from me.
(this screenshot is now my most prized possession)
“I came home. I enjoyed my bath. I enjoyed perfuming myself. I knew I was born for this, to do it over and over again, the ritual of the dressing, the perfuming for love, for sensuality. I enjoyed everything sensually,”
— Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary; 1939-1947
generic tag dump.
❝Toshi,❞ Kondou Isami says, lowering the bit of sake in his hand down a few inches. It's late and a majority of the other captains are singing amid the noise. Still, his gaze fixes itself as he watches them dance and ribbing one another. He hasn't really touched too much of his alcohol, and yet... ❝Let's drink to a fantastic future, eh?❞ And then, he laughs, cheerful and the moment of seriousness passes.
a night of repose and no where better to relish it than at shimabara. shamisen strummed mixed in with the vibrant laughter and song and banter of the shinsengumi captains , the most outspoken being their trio of lovable idiots. air light and full of life , a drink or two wouldn’t hurt the vice commander albeit he was wary of having too much. he was not sure if he ought to be envious of the other captains who can down gourds and gourds of sake , then again he is mindful of his behavior and appearance in public. mindful as well as to make sure the group didn’t end up being too rambunctious. the tightness in his shoulders rare to ever leave him , he tries his best to silence whatever humdrum emits from the back of his mind that renders him a workoholic so to speak despite his efforts to unwind and relax.
however , that nonsense comes to hush itself at the voice of the commander makes him go off course from his trailing thoughts. hijikata , with sake cup still full in his hands , yields his gaze to kondou with perked brows quizzical. he blinks once , twice , and maybe thrice before a smile slowly tugs at his lips , curling warmly.
“ kondou ... ” he does not laugh , but his eyes now bloom humbly with a smile. sake cup raised , head tilted and the words fall regally into place , “ let’s. to a fantastic future for the shinsengumi! ” a fantastic future , for their sake , for their happiness. their dreams fully realized. they are like cherry blossoms blooming brilliantly and fleeting but will be engraved in the memory of japan’s soil and heart. hijikata promises silently to make kondou a daimyō. carry the burden of everything for kondou ; just leave it all in his hands and watch.
@yiqiannian ( kondou isami )
@yiqiannian asked:
She fidgets nervously, her long ebony hair pulled neatly into a braid down her back with her bangs covering most of her eyes. Thankful that Midoriya is the one that noticed her, he smiles gently at her before turning his head. “Todoroki-kun! Aikawa-chan is here to see you!”
Mineta and Kaminari are making surprised exclamations while Iida and Uraraka are trying to calm their classmates. Ashido is gushing despite their efforts as the petite girl waits for his arrival.
When he does, Utau gives him a small smile as Midoriya had the mind to close the door behind them for privacy so she could hand him a small and neatly wrapped bento box in a baby blue handkerchief with simplistic white seashell patterns.
Still copying notes over to a more organized notebook, Shouto hasn’t looked up since Aizawa left them to their study time. Noise drowned out as he focused on his work, despite the inevitable classmate trying to hold a conversation with him. Each movement of his hand is slow and methodical, careful of the bandages and minor burns on his palms from their training earlier. It hadn’t been bad enough to go to the infirmary, just another pain to tolerate.
Midoriya’s voice seems to be just the right pitch to cut through the din of the classroom, mismatched eyes finally tearing away from his work toward his surroundings. Aikawa-chan? Had he promised to meet her and forgot? No, he definitely would have remembered that. Maybe he’d left something in the nurse’s office the last time she’d healed him. That had to be it.
Packing away his belongings, Shouto doesn’t notice that all eyes are on him as he makes his way to the door. Ignoring their pervasive questions, he’s glad when his friend shuts the door behind him, if only for the quiet it brings.
“Did I leave something in the clinic again?” He begins, a simple question she could answer silently. He never liked to pry, but he did figure out rather quickly that she was mute or at least didn’t like talking. Which was fine, he didn’t really like to either, or rather, he didn’t know how to speak to others in the same way everyone else did.
The proffered lunchbox was clearly not his, but seemed to fit her style, so it was safe to assume it was her own. Had she… made a lunch? She had to know about LunchRush, but… she’d put so much effort into making one of her own and was offering it to him? He can’t be sure what it means, but he supposes the thought is what counts. Even a mystery thought.
“For me?” Taking the bento, he holds it with great care, “We could share it. I’d hate for you to give up your lunch on my account.”
@yiqiannian asked: It’s as though she hasn’t seen him in awhile so when she jumps forward, Utau forgets her fears, forgets her worries, and is just happy to see him that she lunges forward to envelope Shouto in an embrace with her arms around his neck. A soft spoken and tearful murmur in his ear is all he hears, away from everyone else. “Shouto!” 》unprompted! always welcome
Skin still looking worse for wear, Shouto faced an uncertain future, with only one thing promised; Touya had to be stopped. If that meant he went down with him, so be it, but he wouldn’t leave this world without making good on that threat.
He was told UA was to be their bunker, theirs to defend should the villains resurface. It’d been converted into a stronghold from his understanding, but with all of them there in one place, it seemed like overkill. Maybe that was the point. To put the citizen’s mind at ease in a world that only seemed to get worse as the days went by.
Footsteps draw his attention from the ground before him, finding his arms full of someone. The familiar perfume hits him a second later as he realizes the bold young woman is Utau, much to his surprise. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he holds her there, raised off the ground as the momentum of her hug dissipates. Her voice catches him unawares, such a rarity that he’s hardly been blessed with ( nor does he believe himself worthy of hearing ). “Utau…” His heart leaps into his throat, too much on his mind to have any sort of meaningful conversation, “I missed you.”