#/INSTANT REGRET BUT ALSO YOLO

[lunaetis]

hina : DO ALL. SPAM AWAY. hina an hour later :

H E L P

[red-hot-temper]

Callisto apology

Before I continue interacting in VADD fandom, I would like to share my opinion about Callisto and his controversial first interaction with Penelope:

Callisto did nothing wrong by pointing his sword at Penelope, he was protecting himself because he thought she was a threat.

What I do agree with is that he was a fucking jerk when after the confession he "played" for a while with Penelope and her responses… And I was also a jerk for laughing at that, feeling bad about Penelope's stress, but not regret laughing (Don't play innocent because I know someone else laughed at that too lmao)

So yes, I completely understand if Callisto's taunting bothered you, because he behaved annoyingly, but getting upset that he was on guard? I'm sorry, but I really don't understand that. I know there are people who don't like to see violence, but it makes sense to me that he would react that way. They literally sent him an assassin early on, why wouldn't he still be on alert after that?

The fact is always brushed off as he did it because he was blinded with rage, but then why have a conversation where it's clearly revealed that Callisto is on guard over Penelope's actions?

Penelope was waiting for Callisto, but he wasn't, so it does look suspicious to meet someone who seems to be looking for something or someone insistently (in the novel it was mentioned that Penelope was looking in all directions)

The story is told from the perspective of Penelope/Siyeon and therefore we empathize faster with her and I can understand that anger towards him for our overprotection that we have towards our protagonist, but! The empress sent an assassin to Callisto, he went to his brother's birthday party bringing the murderer's half-dead, he gave a threatening speech disguised as a birthday present and… immediately afterwards, he decapitated the assassin and threw his head at the feet of his brother while the witch empress almost fainted (see later in paragraph "1.") … All while Penelope was witness to it…

So we all know the story: she went after him like yolo, let's find the reset button or die trying. I perfectly understand her point and also the fact that she regrets it later, it's obvious that she's going to try to survive no matter what. But I need to emphasize this, because when she mentions that she "sincerely came to comfort him", we as readers knew that she was lying, but Callisto? I'm 100% sure he was thinking: I cut off someone's head in front of several nobles, and I'm the one who needs to be consoled?

This was why he didn't believe her confession of love, not only because she told him "I like you", but that consolation thing doesn't make sense (and Oh God I can't blame Penny because when you're desperate you make terrible and illogical excuses jksjskjs)

So yeah, I don't condemn the fact that Callisto defended himself, If I were in his position I would do the same, but he was definitely a bastard making Penelope fool.

1. In case you didn't read the first few chapters of the novel and just picked up where the manhwa left off, this happened and was censored in the manhwa:

“So why didn’t you choose a proper attendant, younger brother?”

That was the moment. Seureung----The prince drew his sword in an instant with his empty hand, and cut the assassin's head as he was holding it.

Cheak-! The blood started gushing out like a fountain.

"I'll replace this as a birthday present."

The prince threw the severed head at the feet of the second prince.

"Aaaagh!"

The empress' tearing screams echoed through the banquet hall. The head of a person rolling around like a ball.

The 2nd prince couldn't say anything with a pale face like someone about to pass out.

“If you want to receive another gift from me, send it as many times as you like.”

[moving-mountains5]

Venus, mars, IC, virgo, 1H, 7H, 12H

venus ⇢ describe your ideal type

Oh, I don't think I have a type, when I look at my crushes/ past relationships there is no patern :')

mars ⇢ are you the type to approach others first or do you like others to do that instead?

Sober me is the one that likes others to approach me, when I'm a little bit drunk I have the confidence to make the first move. Although Sometimes I just yolo it.

IC ⇢ do you think you had a good childhood?

I'm sure of it! Ofcourse, there are always things you regret and would/could've done differently, but that's part of it I guess.

virgo ⇢ do you consider yourself a perfectionist?

Depends on the situation, but most of the times I would say no. But when I write this it doesn't feel right, I really don't know tbh..

1H ⇢ describe your style

Usually jeans with a t-shirt and a sweater. I like a more sporty look because I can go from tired to active in an instant and I like to run or sport.

7H ⇢ what do you consider green flags in a relationship?

Openminded, show interests in the passions of your partner. Likes to be outdoor but also can chill in the sofa :) Good sense of humor

12H ⇢ which is/are your biggest fear(s)?

Causing an accident Ending up in Jail

Thank you!!! x

[rotzaprachim]

trouble in the heartlands

(On AO3 : https://archiveofourown.org/works/14893509 0

November, 1975

There’s really nothing in the world that says single and lonely like standing in the check out line on Thanksgiving evening with a flat pack of dried ramen, a bottle of Jack Daniels, and a frozen turkey dinner.

(The instant ramen is his usual Thursday purchase, but the frozen turkey dinner is for festivity, and the alcohol is because of how goddamn sorry for himself he feels right now.)

He’s counted out the change in his pocket three times, done the mental math of the tax before he reached the check out because god damn, there’s been enough times in his life when he’s been short at the end of it, scrounging for pennies in his pockets.

He thought he could count on solitude at 6:30 pm on Thanksgiving day, but someone comes up behind him and throws a solitary bag of marshmallows on the till.

Someone with a very familiar set of hands, perfectly manicured nails and all.

“If it isn’t the famous Lando Calrissian.”

“Ham Solo!”

Lando is impeccably dressed, as always, wearing dark jeans and a button-up shirt with a fall leaf design and some kind of a massive, almost cloak-like, knit cardigan that would look ridiculously terrible on Han but on him just works. Like everything does.

(Han’s wearing a different flannel shirt than yesterday. He thinks. Hopes.)

Lando’s eyes flit over Han’s shopping. He tries not to notice Lando’s eyelashes. Or his lips. Or .. . . anything else about him.

“Nutritionally balanced, I see.”

“Hey! The only thing you’re buying is a bag of marshmallows.”

“These are for my mother’s famous sweet potato casserole, if you must know. Lilah and Janie stole the first bag and now she’s sans marshmallows for her annual cookoff-slash-cage match with my Aunt Tia. And so I must play the part of the dutiful son,” he finishes, over dramatically tapping the bag of marshmallows.

Han vaguely remembers that Lilah and Janie are two of Lando’s nieces. The whole situation’s domestic enough that it stabs at his insides in a wierd, uncomfortable way. Like he has feelings.

The guy in front of Han finishes paying for his approximately million rounds of ammunition- god bless America!- and the cashier starts to ring up Han’s shit.

“3.85.”

“Wait a minute. It’s supposed to be 3.35.”

“3.85. If you can’t pay, put something back.”

He does’t have the extra fifty cents. What he does have is a bent coupon book he shoves at the cashier.

“3.35. Look, the noodles are on sale.”

“The Sizzling Shrimp Surprise and the Rockin’ Wasabi were on sale. The Picante Beef, as a premium flavour, are not.”

Han’s about to fight past the overwhelming wave of humiliation at having this drama play out in front of the ex-boyfriend he has not, in fact, gotten over yet emotionally, and swap the Picante Beef for a case of Rockin’ Wasabi, when Lando places two quarters on the till.

“Should cover it.”

“I don’t need-“

“It’s fine-“

“I don’t need it.”

“Jesus, Han. You don’t have to live your entire life in some kind of fucking self-impost "lone gunman" exile. That’s not the way that humans work.”

And suddenly they’re back in a slightly different argument in a very different place, and Lando is folding his stuff to leave and Han is saying things he will never, ever, stop regretting.

“Thanks,” he mumbles, and shoves his stuff into a plastic bag to leave.

“Hey,” Lando calls after him, “you looking for somewhere to spend Thanksgiving?”

It’s a question and an invitation and Han doesn’t which is the worse coward’s way- ignoring it, or taking it up and letting the disaster start all over again, this time with bigger stakes and sharper knives and deeper wounds.

He chooses the former, and trips over a display of fake plastic pumpkins on the way out.

December, 1981

Sometimes, the entire story of the disaster can be spread out on the conveyor belt: gauze, burn cream, disinfectant, and Lando Calrissian’s ex-boyfriend, standing and looking sheepish under the glaring supermarket lights, with a splotchy red hand he keeps waving around periodically.

(Sometimes, another story is spread out beside it, on the other side of the divider, on Lando’s side of the conveyor belt. Breath mints and a box of condoms and a small bouquet of those supermarket roses.)

“You’re sure you’re fine, Han?” He doesn’t even bother with wildly mispronouncing his name. “Because whatever happened to your hand, that looks like it needs actual medical attention. Not whatever shit you’re going to try.”

“I’m. Fine.,” he insists through gritted teeth, and given how overdramatic Han usually is, his forced placidity tells Lando that it hurts like hell.

“What happened?”

“The usual badass stuff, you know. Got into a fist fight with some guys next to a tortilla chip factory, things got ugly, had to take it to one of the vats of boiling oil-“

“Calm down, friend.” Lando does some quick mental math. “Fifth night of Hannukah, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

(“Not like, a major holiday or anything,” he remembers Han saying, “but it’s the only one that’s got my name in it- well, kinda, sorta, if you really mispronounce the first ch- plus there’s fried stuff and culturally sanctioned gambling.”)

“You burn yourself frying?” He has to laugh, just a little. “What’s changed?”

“SOLO!,” a voice screams across the mostly deserted row of check out stations. The voice belongs to a fair, pale woman, wearing a long white skirt and a distinctly annoyed expression. “The pharmacist said that only an idiot could mess applying this stuff. Your hand should be fine. Probably”

She wedges her way past Lando, slams a small box with a long medical name on the till, and then snaps her purse open.

“I can pay-“

One look of her narrowed brown eyes and Han shuts up.

“Y’think I can get a robot hand like Luke’s?”

“Luke lost his entire hand as a combat injury. You lightly burned yours trying to copy some trick you saw Julia Child do once because you couldn’t find a spatula.”

Han waves his hand in front of Leia’s face. “What part of this looks lightly burned? It hurts like hell.”

“Yeah, well, so do breakups and periods, but you don’t hear people asking for robot appendages to make up for those.”

There’s something familiar in the way they bicker, but also in the way Leia wraps her arm around his shoulders and buries her head against his neck while she laughs, even though she’s still also clearly pissed about the magnitude of idiocy involved in the latke incident. Lando decides not to overanalyse it, because even on the surface level it’s enough to stab him in the heart.

When Han introduces them they swap business cards. Leia Organa, City Councilwoman. Lando Calrissian, CEO, Bespin Industries. They’re the kind of people who’d meet at a dinner party or a networking event, somewhere with crudités and boxed white wine in little glasses where they’d take turns schmoozing and cutting at the stuffed shirts and pretentious titles. That’s how, Lando swears, he and Leia Organa were meant to meet. Not here, not in a harshly lit convenience store with massive displays of fake snow and gingerbread-flavoured candy canes, and not both a little in love with Han Solo.

February, 1983

He’s not sure there’s a clearer visual representation of “single-and-recently-heartbroken” than renting a pile of romantic comedies and buying cookie dough ice cream, but it’s 2 AM and at this point he feels like the only person alive.

The supermarket’s a ghost town, something vaguely macabre about the boxes of Captain Crunch and cans of corn at this hour of the night (morning?) Jesus, he used to be a party boy. This used to be the time that the night got going and the really wild shit started to go down. This used to be the time of night that he waited the rest of the day for.

Now he’s an adult. Now he’s a respectable adult with a successful energy business and a possibly mayoral bid. When the fuck did that happen?

Now he puzzles over wether to add in a box of Lucky Charms for the morning, before deciding fuck that, he’s an adult now, bread, eggs, and Bloody Mary fixings.

It ends up being a pile of stuff he’s going to have to schlep home. Taxi? But at this time of night? He forgot to bring a reusable bag. Plastic bags? He can practically hear Elle yelling at him.

He’s still in a hazy mood as he drops his stuff onto the conveyor belt, taking care so that the Smirnoff doesn’t roll over the side, when he notices the only other guy in line with him.

Fucking hell, the universe can be weird and cruel.

"Yeah, Leia, I got it, I got it, I'm in the checkout line, anything else you need? Saltines or anything. A pause. "No, of fucking course not! I didn't mean to suffest- Well I got it and we'll get home and we'll talk and- and yeah Yeah. We'll talk." He's mumbling into his .. . cell phone? Since when does he have a cell phone? "Yeah. I love you too."

"Hen Yolo. Imagine meeting you here.”

Hen Yolo looks even more dazed and stunned than Lando does. He doesn’t even have some snappy but clearly inferior comeback, which is the sign that something really big’s gone down.;

Lando’s eyes flit to the one item Han’s buying, a small shiny box that Han keeps drumming his fingers against tunelessly. Anxiously.

Shit. Something really small, then.

“Oh,” says Lando, because even he can’t really think of how to respond to running into his fucking ex-boyfriend at 2 AM in a convenience story buying a fucking pregnancy test.

(He notices, right then, that Han still has the remnants of the burn scars across the backs of his hands, his knuckles. They look almost floral.)

“Hey,” says Han.

Instinctively, his hand snatches over to cover the test, eyes darting like cornered prey.

(It’s not beyond Lando’s notice that Councilwoman Leia Organa has become Senator Leia Organa since the last time they met. And who can forget the months of tabloid buzz over her being the secret daughter of President Vader, either?)

(Also: at some point those tabloids are going to get ahold of Han and have a field day. He looks like a doctored-ly terrible paparazzi photo most of the time anyway. And however this current situation plays out, there’s a high likelihood Han’s going to be pulled from the shadows as something more than Senator Organa’s secret boyfriend/occaisonal driver.)

“My lips are sealed, Solo.”

Han nods, distracted, almost bouncing off the balls of his feet, more nervous teenager than the 30-something man he is. He’s projecting enough rays of nervous energy to power an entire city.

The cashier doesn’t spare a glance at what Han’s buying as she rings him up. “Cash or credit?”

“Credit.”

He pulls a sturdy-looking leather wallet that Lando’s never seen before from his jeans pocket and takes out a fancy silver card.

Lando pretends to be shocked. “Credit? Han Solo with a credit card? What are you, moving up in the world? Respectable?”

He ignores Lando, shoves his purchase into a paper bag, and stalks out the door.

Maybe it’s because he’s a goddamn idiot without any sense of self-preservation either, or maybe it’s because he actually goddamn misses the man who was, for years, his best friend, but Lando makes a split decision and dashes out after Han, leaving his place in line and all his groceries still on the till.

“Solo! SOLO! HAAAAN!”

Childish, maybe, but it’s enough to make Han slow down. Not turn around, but slow down, and when he reaches his car, stop.

“What do you want?”

Because they’ve lied to each other enough times before, Lando decides to be honest.

“My old friend back.”

“Fucking hell, Lando, it’s too late for you to come pulling me back into your-“

“Not as we were, clearly. It’s far too late for that.”

“Yeah. Yeah, it definetely is.”

More awkward silence. Lando notes that the Falcon now has a bunch of Leia’s campaign stickers on it and that Han’s done. . . well at least a cursory job at cleaning the inside of it out. He’s taken some of Chewie’s fur off the seats, at least. He’s still got the gold dice.

“Hold out your arm,” Lando finally instructs.

“Why?”

“Because I'm giving you my new number and this is the only way I now you won’t loose it.”

Lando pulls a Sharpie out of his pocket while Han reluctantly rolls back a sleeve. He writes his number on Solo’s arm with big, mildly humiliating strokes, and then scrawls - Calrissian, CEO Bespin Industries, future mayor- on his wrist, just for slight irritation’s sake.

(If you got rid of of ten years, the pregnancy test, and the parking lot, and added in some terrible pounding music, a disco ball, and some terribly v-cut shirts, this could almost be the first time they met.)

“Thanks. I’ll call you.”

“I’ll hold you to it.”

“Who knows? Maybe I’ll send you an invite to one of Leia’s Shabbat dinners. They’re pretty great. All three senator Organas, her brother and whoever his current boyfriend is, her eldritch abomination of a biological father-“

“Really?”

Lando’s one experience with President Vader can only really be quantified as soul-shaking terror, but the image of him sitting down with Leia and Han at a dining table is almost hilarious.

“Nah, he’s serving a life sentence. But come anyway.”

Who knows? It’s a long life. Maybe he will.

“How’r things going for you? The mining thing really took off, didn’t it?”

“Sustainable energy, Solo. It’s made me more money than you could ever dream of-“

“Hey-“

“So I’ve been thinking about what to do with it. Sports car, mansion, creating a network of mentorship opportunities for kids in tech, sustainable development, politics, capes, paying off special interest groups. You know, the usual.”

Han smiles and bites his lip. “Have you changed at all?”

“Yes. Like I said, I’m rich.” He claps Han on the shoulder, just enough to shake the man slightly. “Enough on me. You gotta get home. You gotta get back to Leia.”

He nods and jumps into the Falcon, which rumbles as argumentatively to life as it always does.

“See you around.”

Lando watches the Falcon drive off. He decides that rescuing his groceries from the check-out line isn’t worth it, pulls out his phone, and calls a taxi.

[49scribes-a]

Never not gonna hate that bitch

Man I would'a punched her

Gottarun gottarun gottarun

[Nate voice] LOLBYE

I GOT STUCK. THIS ALWAYS HAPPENS TO ME.

*singing* gotta fucking ruuun

Oh god– I’M LEAVING THIS PLACE.

You guys are a bunch of assholes, I don’t wanna hang out with you.

RUN FOREST RUUUUN.

Sully is A Good. A dirty, but A Good.

Man I wouldn’t have gotten back up after that.

“We’re safe here”. Are we really?

You try to take that from me I’m gonna break this bottle over your head, Sully.

“You must be at least Level 4 to unlock tragic backstory.” And by Level 4 we mean A Thief’s End.

You miss the tit and ass commetary that much?

No I don’t miss it.

Be The Squirrel.

Very big squirrel.

Very destructive like a squirrel.

Chloe asking the real questions.

Wow, that was a big ass rat.

Oh, rest in peace Cutter.

Midair ragdoll. Nice.

I really wish I had the Evil Within 2 cuz then I’d be screaming all the time.

No, no, no, no, I don’t wanna go down the creepy hallway.

Totally want to go down the creepy hallway don’t lie

Oh fuck spiders.

THE SPIDERS. I REMEMbER THE SPIDERS.

KITTY.

*meows at the kitty*

MROW.

I’m the monkey. Of course.

Monkey man.

What is this, Twilight?

Seriously what was with all the monkey comments in twilight?

“I know what you really are.” “Say it–” “*whispers* MONKEY MAN.”

Just chokes him.

Kinky.

I can’t believe King Cross is in this game.

Fuck King Cross.

Lavi sneaking his way into my commentary smh

Damn I took out mine quicker, Cutter. Did you see how I swung the shIT out of him and he ragdolled?

Since when does Nate do anything quietly?

Nope. Denied.

That fucking smug face.

Weeeeee have a nice nap.

They gon’ sleep gud

There it is. SPIDER IN A JAR. Stupid spider. Dear lord.

That godly cat sense.

Squirrel game not strong enough.

ITS MINE NOW.

I took the wrong bus going to class and I wound up in this HELLA fancy street. Imma go back, its hella aesthetic.

“Bnaca”. WOW YOU MISPELLED MY NAME KIT. WHAT HTE HELL. BANNED.

The other Bianca where I work is Blanch, now you bianca are Bnaca.

I’m sexually attracted to a library *finger guns*

Not a phrase I ever thought I’d read with my own two eyes.

(please don’t take me seriously… but it really is a hella nice library.

Too late I already took it seriously. You’ll forever be known to me as That Library Fucker.

Hmmmmm…. title I will gladly wear. It is better than my last one.

Dare I even ask what your last one was?

mY DAD JUST CAME BACK HOME AND I THOUGHT WE WERE BEING ROBBED AND I ALMOST HAD A FUCKING HEART ATTACK. I WAS REACHING FOR MY KNIFE AND EVERYTHING. I WAS GONNA STEALTH ATTACK THEIR ASS IF WE WERE.

He just… spread his ass cheeks wide open for that death.

This assholes gonna get it. Gonna get fucking clipped.

This asshole’s gonna get it – in the asshole.

“That wasn’t necessary” I don’t know what you’re talking about. That was completely necessary.

Tfw ur a paranoid fuck and have a mental map of hiding places on your route home.

I don’t plan hiding places, I plot environmental hazard spots.

I would have just led him into traffic tbh. I’m a dick that way.

Catch me taking random and increasingly dangerous routes.

When I opened my eyes, I was on the road and bleeding.

To be fair, I dented the pole with my face. So it was a tie.

Didn’t go to the hospital though. I was 8. I was tough. We went on vacation the next day.

*/Pyromania intensifies/*

I don’t think Doug is gonna like this place.

JUST AS LONG AS HE’S NOT THE ONE ON FIRE.

[Lavi voice] :3c

Flirting, Lavi style: Light them on fire

Man that’s actually kind of a weird thing to say when you remember how many things and people Lavi has lit on fire.

Technically everything Lavi has lit on fire have been Akuma so does that count?

You forget this is Lavi.

Lavi’s a demon fucker – More news at 10.

Things Lavi has lit on fire: Doug. Krory. Allen. Road. Tyki. Billions of Akuma. What a slut.

HE ALSO LIT THE EARL ON FIRE.

I could say something about him lighting the Earl on fire but… I w on ’t.

I DID NOT WANT TO THINK ABOUT WHAT I THOUGHT ABOUT, KIT.

He’s fine, its just a busted knee cap.

Nate’s very thicc. Look at that ass.

-squints at all the weed blogs following me now-

IIIIIMMMM GONNA SWIIIING FROM THE CHANDLIEEEER. FROM THE CHANDELIIIEEEEEEER.

I assumed he would come back on wednesday because he’d be out of weed. He’s always out of weed on this day. Weedless wednesdays.

I’m back, and I’m not reading all that. I’m kinda scared to read what you’re all saying anyway.

Haha knight armor.

Light it on fire and see what happens :>

N O. KIT NO. WEEPS.

I may just suck at sucking.

No Escape.

Give me the cat nip.

BE SAFE. Don’t fly away or anything.

Oz doesn’t have internet. Its not worth the trip.

But what if I want to fly away.

Then bring a parachute

Time For Regret.

Fuuuuck no I hate those big ass spiders.

Wow this water is so green. Its Super Green.

Green Lantern water.

Inhale the glow.

Its the mucus from those commercials for mucinex.

Make sure you inhale with your stomach – inhale the maximum amount of glow.

DRAG HIM INTO THE WELL.

WELCOME TO HELL.

Well Hell.

Yolo harder.

Your fucking shit is mine.

You just turned his dick into swiss cheese.

Ah yes. The dick shots. Its been too long.

Peak out, bitch.

Yea, they can. Where do you think that curdled milk cheese comes from.

My life has been a lie.

I can’t even remember what its called. Its nasty af though. Chunky milk in a dish.

Cottage cheese?

YES. THAT. COTTAGE CHEESE COMES FROM SWISS CHEESED DICKS.

eVERYTHING I KNOW IS A LIE.

(library voice) I’m sexy and I know it

Today on Hige Ruins Everything

Look at that goddamn library. I’d put my cottage cheese all over that thing.

HQ to Bianca. You’re breaking up. Over.

I’m sorry I keep breaking up with you guys, I just feel like our relationship isn’t going to advance any further.

JUST BECAUSE ITS NOT GOING TO LEVEL UP DOESN’T MEAN WE HAVE TO BREAK UP. WE CAN STAY THIS WAY.

I’LL PISS IN THE BENDY PART OF THEIR KNEE.

What. Where did that even–

My hands are cold. Almost as cold as my soul.

Hello darkness my old friend.

That’s friend material right there.

SIREN’S ARE GOING AGAIN. WHY’RE SIRENS GOING AGAIN. THE DOGS ARE BORKING.

Bullet buffet.

Is that… pineapple with pizza slice toppings?

And we’ve lost Bianca.

If it fits I fuckings falls ins.

Did Nate have tits just now? When he… when he died.

If he did, they would have saved his life.

Stop that bullet trajectory into his chest.

#TitsSaveLives

[Lavi voice] Can confirm. Trust me, I’m an expert.

GLIIITCH.

WHOA. WHAT IS GOING ON. GAME? GAME?!

At least it unglitched me.

Still not as great as Vibrating Nate. Also yes hello I am now Dr. Suess.

ITS BECAUSE I SAID TITS SAVE LIVES, ISN’T IT

THAT HURT.

DID HE JUST. PUNCH HIM IN THE NUTS OR.

dick kicking time.

Aaah, to have a smoker handy.

I thought of four different types of smoker in an instant and was very confused bc to what point is a meat smoker going to help Nate…

Tfw you hear the word smoker and think of meat smoker first despite hanging with stoners…

I call hax on Nate.

Man if I had that torch I woulda smacked that guy and burned half his face

Oh fuck off Talibut. Shove a cactus up your ass.

what the fUCK. HELL NO.

NIGHTMARE FUEL.

Screw the spiders.

Spirahnas.

bAD SPIDERS.

Just blew that guy into Kibbles n Bits

This is the party cart.

PAAARTTTYY CAAART.

wh AT HAPPENED TO MI SON. DEAK YOU PUT YOUR HEAD BACK ON RIGHT NOW YOUNG MAN.

WUT UP MY DITCH COUSINS

The sky.

WRONG. THE SHRIEKING VOID WE LOVINGLY CALL SPACE.

But what if its down? Or left?

Technically the void is everywhere and nowhere all at once -- its inescapable in its omnipotence.

I aint even high rn.

Your very existence is a high.

This is true. This is probably why I have not been high despite having been hot boxed and smoking three god damn blunts. I just... can't get it.

They kept saying maaan you're gonna be fucked up after this and i'm just. bruh my entire existence is fucked up.

HI I HEARD THERE WAS FIRE.

FFFIIIIIRRRREEEEEEEEEEE.

The pyro in me is v happy with this scene.

Even better than assthetic.

It'd hit my aesthetic if I could smell it through the screen, but alas, I cannot.

NYOOM. LOOK AT HIM FLY.

God I love the smell of burning buildings tho. I mean... it smells terrible... but it fills me with a very warm and fuzzy feeling. Like a feeling one might get on christmas morning.

Hige confirmed for arsonist.

I told you before, my town was just a constant smell of maceration water, decay, cat piss, and various forms of smoke.

He didn't see you. He smelled you.

Reno called: he wants his uniform back.

I still don't get how he does all this shit with them tight ass pants.

RIP his balls. RIP his life too.

Nate is the real one stripping balls.

Did I just hear a Sasuke scream.

NAAAAAARUTTOOOOOOOOOOO.

AGAIN. THANK YOU LORDS.

IT SOUNDS LIKE FUCKING SASUKE.

Sasuke Uchihad his ass to the future.

Sasuke Uchihad his own ass.

He scream at own ass.

I used to be a treasure hunter like u. Then I took a bullet to the knee.

You mean to the dick. Bianca here takes no prisoners.

No that guy took it 2 the knee.

His third knee.

I /guess/ it counts as a bone.

Nate pads his ass cheeks. Is this how he survives them falls?

Those big guys have balls of steel tho he took those kicks like a CHAMP.

What if he's broken his ass before? RIP Nate's ass.

Probably has tbh. Had that crushed pelvis from Snoo Snoo.

Walked crooked for a month. Got roasted with anal jokes.

U know I could make a joke but. I'll be good.

No. Be bad.

Life is better when you don't think through your actions. Just get it out.

Think of all the children u just killed Bianca.

Today I saw a dead possum on the road outside the house.

When life throws grenades, pick them up and throw them back. I DON'T WANT YOUR GOD DAMN GRENADES.

This can't be it. That couldn't possibly be it. Is this to lul me into a false sense of security? Because its not cool. I feel like a deer, walking across the open meadow.

Tripping baaaaaaaallz.

Nate likes playing with big balls, pass it along.

Well you could design a sword without the blood groof but it'd be heavy af. Like good fucking luck swinging it unless you're the incarnation of "I' the Juggernaut, bitch".

I'm judging all of FFVII.

Judge Reno while you're at it.

Too busy judging Lavi. At least Reno doesn't have a knife kink.

..... *coughs* W e ll...

Reno, after being stabbed: Thank u this is mine now.

Her boobs got smaller, I swear. Look. Look at them. They shrunk.

RIP Elena's boobs.

*Sighs* All these people, history buffs.

Naaaah we all just collectively played Assassins Creed.

It tru tho.

Lavi, putting his fists up: You got a problem with history buffs?

Nate your ass looks great in these jeans.

I want all the ass creed. All. Need.

Its the Spooders that we don't like.

SPOODERS.

I hope you're happy fox fox. I just choked on my spongey creme bread reading that goddamn angst.

I'm that jackass that pushes you into the spiders webs just to hear you scream.

He found the mummified corpse of an old man holding his dick in his last fap session in his tomb.

Yes, please, stop me. Tackle me. (laughs)

Lavi and Deak tbh. Except. They'd actually tackle each other lmfao.

Penelo Pinella Pinero bread WHO CARES. Her name is Penera Bread now.

I can't wait to hear you screaming kek.

Those aren't swords those are Mammoth Cleavers.

There we go. Mammoth Cleavers. We'll go with that I guess.

"I hope it'll be helpful to you". Yeah, I mean. It'll be helpful... to me... in stealing stuff. But don't worry about it. You didn't hear nothin'.

I'm still stuck in the fifth ark, spam killing slugs weeps

I was going somewhere and I can't remember where.

The waterway whose name I can't spell.

Fussbudget... his name is Fussbudget. Really?

...I'm not making those noises.

Shut up, Kit. I wasn't going to impersonate that.

But why not? Do it. Do it for the vine.

I'm not doing it for the vine.

There's an esper in this area but you can't get it later. He's the one I can't pronounce his name right, he's the one I can't say it right, but he's the UGLY one. Like the really ugly one.

I'm a rat murderer and taker of treasure.

No, come back. Come baaaaack-- You're dead.

You know if it weren't for game logic I would just jump right up there.

Am I your magic rare game charm now or?

Kit you're my rare game charm now. So... wave your hands, and make the Razorfin pop up.

*waves mi hands in the air* RazorwingRazorwingRazorwing

Its Razorfin not Razorwing.

Give me your bigger mutant brother, so I can kill it.

Razorfin more like Bitchfin.

(Razorfin voice) Not Today

(Razorfin voice) you said you were gonna cook me so i aiN'T COMIN OUT

What if I don't cook you, will you come out? I'll... put you in clean water or something.

(Razorfin voice) n o p e u done goofed

No broom pats this time. I'm impressed.

I probably hurt its feelings when I called it Razorwing. Or Bitchfin.

God damn it Kit you were supposed to be a magic charm to make these rare game come out and instead you hurt its feelings.

(razorfin voice) ALL OF U ARE MEANIES I'M TAKING MY TOYS AND GOING HOME.

You know its been a while since anythings respawned in this area because. It seems to know I'm on a war path.

You know I feel like this is somewhere on par with the Helix fossil.

Let's not bring up our Lord and Savior the Helix fossil.

Wow I'm so desperate for it to pop up I thought I just saw a red dot on my screen, but my eyes are playing tricks on me.

Get your fucking helix out of here.

YOU ASSHOLE. YOU'RE MINE.

BITCHFINS HAVE FEELINGS TOO. WEEPS. POOR BITCHFIN.

Look Isa-- Bitchfin. Deserved it. Making me go back SO MANY TIMES before it respawned.

Vaan don't make those noises. Makes me think of dirty things-- oh my god.

Balthier you little shit, you had to say it all fancy like?

WHO HERE LIKES MIMICS BECAUSE I SURE DON'T.

Wow. That was bad. For a moment I mistook Basch for a corpse and I was gonna attack him.

Calm yourself before you hurt yourself.

So many spooky scary skeletons.

Don't start that Isa NO.

Spoopy scary skeletons. For the skeleton war. En gaurde Fuckboy.

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RULES: Once tagged, write a post with eighty-two truths & then tag twenty-five people (if you can) *me: but I don’t know 25 people!*

I was tagged by: @baxngtan​ - Thank you love  ❣️

WARNING: This is going to be extremely long, so unless you want to read on, you can skip past this.

NAME: Ai

BLOOD TYPE: O positive

NICKNAME(S): Bunny, Lord of Procrastination

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single

ZODIAC SIGN: Scorpio

PRONOUNS: She / Her

FAVOURITE TV SHOWS: The ongoing ones I’m following are Game of Thrones and Big Bang Theory, but there are too many to count.

HAIR: Long brown hair.

HEIGHT: 160 cm

DO YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON ANYONE?: Hobi ;)

WHAT DO YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF?:

Personality / Lifestyle Wise:

My empathy, I suppose

Physical Wise:

Lips

RIGHT OR LEFT HANDED: Right

FAVOURITE 3 COLOURS: All shades of blue, white and black

CURENTLY EATING / RECENTLY ATE: Tori kushiage

CURENTLY DRINKING / RECENTLY DRANK: Water

I’M ABOUT TO: Continue analysing my research results and write chapter 3 of What You Never Had in between.

LISTENING TO: BTS’ Spring Day

DO YOU WANT KIDS?: Yes, but no more than 4.

DO YOU WANT TO GET MARRIED?: Yes, provided I find the right person. I’m extremely picky.

CAREER: Hopefully to become a lecturer after I finish my studies.

Most Recent:

DRINK:

Water

PHONE CALL:

My mum

SONG YOU LISTENED TO:

Arashi’s Troublemaker

Have You Ever:

DATED SOMEONE TWICE:

Yes

BEEN CHEATED ON: Not that I know of, but I know cheaters, people who have been cheated on, and the 3rd people in the relationship. It’s why I’m writing House of Cards.

KISSED SOMEONE & REGRETTED IT: Haven’t we all?

LOST SOMEONE SPECIAL: Yes

BEEN DEPRESSED: No

BEEN DRUNK & THROWN UP: I don’t drink. 

KISSED A STRANGER: No way.

HAD GLASSES OR CONTACTS: I have both, but nowadays I usually wear glasses because I’m lazy.

HAD SEX ON THE FIRST DATE: I’m not that easy.

BROKEN SOMEONE’S HEART: Yes. Sadly, more than once.

TURNED SOMEONE DOWN: Yes, once I grew some backbone. I could never say no when I was younger.

CRIED WHEN SOMEONE DIED: Yes, blubbered like an idiot.

FALLEN FOR A FRIEND: Yes

In The Last Year Have You:

MADE A NEW FRIEND: Yes

FALLEN OUT OF LOVE: Yes

LAUGHED UNTIL YOU CRIED: Yes, I am easily amused so this is not newsworthy.

MET SOMEONE WHO CHANGED YOU: I believe everyone I have met have affected me in some way.

FOUND OUT WHO YOUR TRUE FRIENDS WERE: Yes, once a horrible thing happened to me, false rumours spread around and it was only then I found that some ‘friends’ shunned me without giving me a chance to explain, yet some friends stuck by me even though I never told them what really happened.

FOUND OUT SOMEONE WAS TALKING ABOUT YOU: Yes. Sometimes good, sometimes bad. I prefer that you tell me directly if you have a problem with me though. How am I supposed to correct myself if all you do is talk smack behind my back?

KISSED SOMEONE ON YOUR FB LIST: Yes

Which Is Better?:

LIPS OR EYES:

Lips. I like eyes too, but I’m drawn to lips first.

HUGS OR KISSES: Hugs

SHORTER OR TALLER: Taller

ROMANTIC OR SPONTANEOUS: Depending on the situation. A combination is also great!

SENSITIVE OR LOUD: Loud about opinions that are still sensitive of others.

HOOKUP OR RELATIONSHIP: Relationship.

TROUBLEMAKER OR HESITANT: Troublemaker, cause YOLO LOL. But I’m probably the hesitant type because I overthink a lot.

First:

BEST FRIEND:

A girl I’ve known since primary school.

SURGERY: A minor surgery to pull my right bottom wisdom tooth out.

SPORT I JOINED: Marathon.

VACATION: I think there were more before this, but the first that came to mind is Italy.

Do You Believe In:

YOURSELF:

Most of the time. I have had doubts about myself and I know many of my weaknesses, so I try to improve myself and I’m comfortable in my own skin.

MIRACLES: Yes

LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT: The romantic in me says yes, but logically no. I believe in instant physical attraction though. Claiming to fall in love by just the appearance without knowing anything about a person is foolish IMO.

HEAVEN: Yes

Extras:

HOW MANY PEOPLE FROM YOUR FB LIST DO YOU KNOW IRL:

All of them, other than some friends I made for games, whom I put on a Restricted list so they can only see what non-friends can see.

DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS: A pair of sugar gliders named Albus and (Ji)Minie.

DO YOU WANT TO CHANGE YOUR NAME: I hated my name during my undergraduate studies because the lecturers always set up groups/pairs by name and I always end up with boys that are useless. But I do like my name now, so I don’t want to change it.

WHAT DID YOU DO FOR YOUR LAST BIRTHDAY: I went out with my friends for lunch and they surprised me with a birthday cake :D 

WHAT TIME DID YOU WAKE UP TODAY: 7.30 am.

WHAT WERE YOU DOING LAST NIGHT AT MIDNIGHT: Chatting.

SOMETHING YOU CAN’T WAIT FOR: 

Finish my studies

Write and write

Go on holiday

Find someone for me

LAST TIME YOU SAW YOUR MOM: Just this morning before I headed back to my own house and then to my campus.

WHAT IS ONE THING YOU WISH YOU COULD CHANGE ABOUT YOUR LIFE: It’s something sensitive that I’m not comfortable with sharing, but I do have something I’d like to change.

HAVE YOU EVER TALKED TO A PERSON NAMED TOM: Yes

WHAT GETS ON YOUR NERVES: People who are always late.

Did you make it this far? I’m sorry for boring your pants off, but thank you for reading! You’re an angel <3

I TAG: I won’t do 25 people, I’m not popular lol. @sunshinehobi7, @angustdissin, @kimsshi, @lycanhaejin, @dailydoseofdia and anyone else who wants me to get to know them more :)

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Things We Wish We Realized Sooner as a Child

There are days when gratitude fills us wholly that we conclude the goodness of life. Yet, there are also days when the things we wish we realized sooner as a child dawns on us. In this state, regret sweeps us with rage, frustration, and sadness over things that have come to pass. A past creates scars so deep that each time they resurface they disrupt the calm waters of the present. The things we wish we realized sooner are too often the things that shape our future. But, these things are not actually as bad as they seem to be. These realizations are simply a delayed knowledge which enables you to actually know yourself. So, what are these things we wish we realized sooner? 5 Common Things We Wish We Realized When We Were Young While the mind wonders aimlessly to the things we wish we realized when you were younger, you might arrive at common, delayed realizations. Here’s a list of them: Your Body Is Your Greatest Investment The youthful years are full of daring feats that we fear only little of the physically damaging habits. In this generation, the term “YOLO” is almost ubiquitous that it has become a culture. We often take “You Only Live Once” as an excuse to indulge heavily on substances that damage the body. As a consequence, our body’s deterioration is more rapid than usual. Thereafter, there are things in the present that we can no longer enjoy due to what we suffer. Take action and formulate a healthy diet and lifestyle. You might yet prevent the hasty development of old age diseases. Worrying Too Much Letting worries define your life makes you miss the best realizations in life. Worrying too much about unpredictable and unintended failures confines you to your comfort zone. How are you supposed to grow and discover the world if you just stay where you are? Fears and worries don’t always just dissipate in an instant when you decide to take action. As a matter of fact, they don’t really disappear at all and only grant you thrill as you finally decide to take the ultimate leap of faith. Prey on the chances that pass to bring your passion to life and, most importantly, worry less. Maintain a Healthy Relationship Staying in a healthy circle or intimate relationship promotes happiness and a good outlook on life. It takes quite some time to distinguish that you belong in a healthy friendship or relationship. Sometimes inevitability doesn’t come with a signal. In some cases, a once healthy relationship can age like milk. And, no matter how much you try your hardest to work things out, things just don’t go your way. People tend to waste calculated apologies and continue the relationship as damaged ones. Barely able to recover, you welcome willingly their attacks. Staying because they make you feel wanted while you are on the brink of losing yourself is the worst decision that could ever happen. Never ever let that happen. Doing so could highly result in psychological damages that will cause trouble in the future. Aside from that, you’ll realize how investing too much in a failed relationship is a complete waste of your goodness. Learn to let go if things are beyond repair. Don’t force things to stay that are only meant to pass. Most importantly, don’t sacrifice your worth in a toxic relationship that reduces it. Admit Mistakes and Never Resort to Excuses One of the things we wish we realized when young is to be honest when confronted with inquisitions. The fear of being scolded or embarrassed by authority figures often overwhelms us. But, this doesn’t mean we have to resort to excuses as our escape route. Mistakes humble us, and we learn so much from them. Failed Attempts Are Not Failures at All Most people consider a failed attempt as the ultimate failure. Thus, discouragement easily drains their determination. Failed attempts are not simply failures. Through failed attempts, we gain significant learning. You have to recognize the true moment when you have failed. It’s in the moment when you allow discouragements to sink in and thus stop trying. You may have arrived at these realizations and thought to yourself how everything is too late. Or, you may even find yourself in the torrent of “what-ifs”. Well, it’s not really too late knowing you have pondered deeply on these moments. Thusly, you obtain wisdom that renews your perspective. Lastly, enough thinking about the “what-ifs”—think dearly of the “oh-wells”. Read the full article