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[rangikuxmatsumoto]

❛ you’re not a very convincing liar. ❜

-Byakuya Kuchiki

Unprompted Asks | Always Accepting

Her stance shifted slightly, arms uncrossing as one dropped to position upon her hip, the other falling to her side as she leveled her gaze at the stoic captain of the Sixth.

“I’m not trying to be at this moment…I’m trying to just keep you distracted long enough for Yachiru to feed or steal the kois in your pond. And uhh…” Peering around his shoulder briefly before smiling, “I think that was long enough.”

[rangikuxmatsumoto]

Hi.

I just want to say thank you to everyone who reached out, sent positive messages (that I will hoard for the remainder of my life or until this site ceases to exist) and everything.

I'm doing better and I am going to get my ass to work on replies later this week - upcoming holiday closure and beginning of the week is always crazy - but may find some time before Thursday/Friday to work on replies.

[rangikuxmatsumoto]

In these hard times we could all use some positivity!

So send 💖 with a positive message in someone's inbox! Let them know what you enjoy about their blog, portrayal, writing, graphics ect!

[rangikuxmatsumoto]

(musesofthegladeandbeyond; the Traveling Djinn) ʘ‿ʘ (This is based on if they were to see her; they don't know her, but they'd like to!)

Send a 'ʘ‿ʘ' if your muse finds my muse attractive. | Accepting

The only truly acceptable response upon laying eyes upon her.

[rangikuxmatsumoto]

ʘ‿ʘ ((Although they’ll probably never admit it, they find her “infuriatingly” attractive XD @onmitsu-taicho))

Send a 'ʘ‿ʘ' if your muse finds my muse attractive. | Accepting

"As long as 'infuriatingly' is followed by beautiful or attractive, I'm good with it."

[rangikuxmatsumoto]

It’s already been said, but god, are we fucked.

My string of consciousness from behind tears in under the cut. It is heavy, so if you aren’t of the right mindset right now, please don’t read but I need to get these thoughts off my mind.

Yesterday morning, I cried – a mix of anxious fear and also of hope. I’m 35 years old, my first presidential election that I could vote in was in 2008, Obama’s first term. I still remember the hope.

I remember 2012, and 2016. I wish I didn’t remember 2016. How disappointed I was in the people of this country then. I remember the anger and the rage felt by my fellow democrats, by my fellow women. I told myself I’d fight, I’d always fight, but I was 27 then, younger, not yet worn down from years that were to follow.

Then there was 2020. I thought we saw the light, learned from our mistake. I remember the joy, watching people dance in fountains and pop bottles of champagne on Tiktok in Chicago and New York.

Then came January 6th. My sister messaged me over chat during work “Go turn on your TV”, I watched in real time to events of January 6th. How could our country come to this? Believe me, I’ve never been a “USA USA” chanting type person, outside of the Olympics, this country has flaws, we aren’t perfect. But we have been a beacon of hope to the world – I’m afraid we’re now a beacon of the end. I always believed the notion of “Those who do not learn history are damned to repeat it” and clearly y’all missed a lot of history classes.

Yesterday, I cried.

I cried when I went to bed at around 10:30 PM EST, I wasn’t trying to look at the election results. I couldn’t, because I felt sick to my stomach. I always know the South is going to go red, there’s no helping those shithole states – I say this living in North Carolina, the first swing state to fall red. On the bright side, we did keep a democratic governor and attorney general. Still, I once had hope that North Carolina would fall blue even by the slimmest of margins, that Georgia would stay blue. But no.

I woke up around 1:11 AM, the results hadn’t been called yet, but one story was on my phone “Harris won’t address supporters” and with it a picture of a grown man, face buried in his palms, crying. The blurry faces behind him, all in tears.

I cried then as well. Face buried in my pillow, trying to stay quiet.

Some might say “It’s just 4 years” it’s not. The ramifications of what happens in these next four years are far reaching, two potential Supreme Court seats may open and with a super conservative majority. The average length of a SCOTUS position, 22.7 years. So, it’s not 4 years. Meaning that the rest of my life, I can be affected by those rules – and they will come.

I cried this morning. They aren’t the body wrecking sobs that I feel because I’m just so tired of this shit. God, not to go on the Millennial rant here but can I stop having to face these world shifting events? We lived through 9/11, The Iraq War, the Great Recession, the list goes on and on – I’m fucking tired of it.

And today, I having to come to terms with what the next four plus years will be. What I stand to lose, and I’ve already lost.

The worst part of this is the one thought that has stuck with me. It wasn’t “I need to keep fighting” it’s I’m too tired to fight. I guess, it’s best said, “They’ll never take me alive” because all I thought about was killing myself. Ending it. I’ve never had these thoughts before, not seriously. Sure I’ve been depressed before, but not to the point I haven’t been able to push away the “I want to die” thought.

It might be better if I did. I know it’s just the depression speaking, that I’ll wake up tomorrow still depressed but not wanting to die. And in a couple days, I’ll still be depressed but the anger will set it. It’s different stages of grief, maybe not in the right order and I don’t think I’ll ever come to acceptance but I’ll get somewhere.

There is another thought that is lingering behind that “I wanna kill myself” one, of “fuck around and find out” – you see, I may be fine in 4 years, certainly won’t be better but I could be fine. But those stupid fucks that voted Republican that are single incomes, living paycheck to paycheck, ohhhh they’re about to get a rude fucking awakening. And I’m going to fucking love to see it.

But for now, I need some space, some time, I’m going to cry a lot. I may not be too talkative on Discord or here.

[rangikuxmatsumoto]

ʘ‿ʘ / she a lil gay for rangiku but hides it

Send a 'ʘ‿ʘ' if your muse finds my muse attractive. | Accepting

'But hides it.' Okay sure.*

*sarcasm has been detected.

[rangikuxmatsumoto]

Visiting the Living World was still a tremendous undertaking, but when an opportunity presented itself, she wasn’t going to miss it.

“Urahara-san,” she nodded her head in greeting, “Still running with that bit, eh?” She teased, casually perusing some of the items, “Just browsing, wanted to pop in since I was around.”

@rangikuxmatsumoto

❝Oya, Matsumoto-kun?     Need anything specific from this humble shop keep today?❞ He tilted his head to the side a bit, like a cat or dog would.

[rangikuxmatsumoto]

At your age.

At your age.

AT. YOUR. AGE.

She was gonna kill him. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow but one of these days.

Her eye twitched as she shot him a warning glare. “I’m quite self-sufficient, thank you very much…But why spend my money when I can spend theirs? It’s called…being economical.” Or just taking advantage of easily swayed individuals. It wasn’t her fault if all it took was a flutter of her lashes and they offered her drinks.

An overly dramatic groan followed as her steps fell into routine with his, “The Rukongai? For what?”

H e scoffs." At your age, you should have the proficiency to be self-sufficient. " --------- Having to depend solely on others to fulfill your day-to-day necessities was not a justification to be confidently utilized. It was pathetic, truly. " Putting this matter aside, our attention is required in Rukongai. " his pace quickens.

[rangikuxmatsumoto]

ʘ‿ʘ

Rangiku is bold and lovely. In novels, she would be the sort that would distract from someone driving a high-perch phaeton and they would crash into tree or fall into the river. *laugh* Objectively, she's like a crimson rose butterfly - a large, beautiful swallowtail that is mostly black with tails mottled in red and wings with bands of white.

Send a 'ʘ‿ʘ' if your muse finds my muse attractive. | Accepting

The Bridgerton crossover that I didn’t see coming.

[rangikuxmatsumoto]

"Technically, it's if you find me attractive, but you just admitted you love me and my nail marks on your back clearly show that you do find me attractive."

"What? Don't tell me you expect me to send that to show I love you."

[rangikuxmatsumoto]

"Wow. I can feel the love."

"I'm not sendin' that."

She should know by now.

[rangikuxmatsumoto]

ʘ‿ʘ *winks*

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Just giddily squeals.

[rangikuxmatsumoto]

ʘ‿ʘ (there’s more respect than attraction but yeah)

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“I’m like 90% positive I’m the reason people join the Tenth.” Cue a perfectly timed hair flip.

[rangikuxmatsumoto]

ʘ‿ʘ , quitely slips this to the side as the rest of the seireitei practically mauls each other to get theirs in.

Send a 'ʘ‿ʘ' if your muse finds my muse attractive. | Accepting

The faintest of hitches captured her breath in genuine surprise; the captain’s presence was unexpected, but a sincere smile spread across her features. “You’re far too kind, Ukitake-taichou.”

[rangikuxmatsumoto]

 𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐀 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐔𝐏𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐆 written by mac.

[rangikuxmatsumoto]

Send a 'ʘ‿ʘ' if your muse finds my muse attractive.