#confuzed-anime-fan

[lokiarsene]

I think Strega were also orphans who the Kirijo Group tested on and the conspiracy is extremely similar to what they and the dark side if the Kirijo group did. A Mental Shutdown is the new Apathy Syndrome.

They were, yes! All the members of SEES in Persona 3 are either orphans, have no contact with their family, or have family who are “in the know” about the Kirijo Group’s dealings. Strega were tested on outright, however. SEES members were subtly coerced into the fold.

I was waiting for Persona 5 to give some tiny hint that something like this was rumored to have happened before, because Apathy Syndrome is very much like a Mental Shutdown, except the former was caused at random by Nyx’s influence instead of one person inflicting it onto a person’s psyche/Shadow. Which means that Akechi possesses the same power as the primordial manifestation of death.

[ml-theater-days]

Is there a reason for randomly losing Pink Coins? Like I was just saw getting my 9th coin and two songs later I'm back down to 8.

They have a 1 week expiry time limit.

[jacksmusesp5]

(Part 1) "Akechi deserved to die" I think is a very American mindset. Our Criminal & Justice system for minors is a mess (ex. kids can be trialed as adults and 16yo being sent to prison and not being released until they're like 50) and many aren't bothered by that. In Japan they're more focused on rehabilitating minors and giving them a new start (a really big theme throughout the game).

In Japan they’re more focused on rehabilitating minors and giving them a new start

Emphasis because this- this is the reason why he’s the teenaged antagonist. 

It’s also part of why the PT feel more inclined to work with and help him- he’s still young. They easily saw themselves in him and wanted to give him the chance he never had.

[kimbleefucker]

confuzed-anime-fan replied to your post: someone talk about touhou themes w/ me tbh

What kind of themes?

the characters stage themes? like the musical arrangements?

[cylleona]

There's a unit in IDOLM@STER SideM called THE Kogadou (THE 虎牙道) and even though I don't know if idol series are your thing, for some reason I think of you whenever those boys make an appearance.

i have no idea what that is actually!!! but I’m so touched omg ;~;

why me though?? 

[sarcastically-defensive17]

Reader is with Ash (idk they can come from a party or other members house) and she suddenly hugs Ash and starts crying (she kind of brokes dow due everything that happend recently) and Ash is all confuzed and concerned

Last Girl - A. Irwin

Hey darling! Thank you for the request! It isn’t exactly what you asked for but I hope you like it and I’m sorry if you don’t!

Original story by sarcastically-defensive17

TW: REFERENCE TO PAST DOMESTIC VIOLENCE, ANXIETY, PANIC ATTACKS AND INTIMIDATION. PLEASE DO NOT READ IF THIS CAN TRIGGER YOU BECAUSE YOUR MENTAL HEALTH IS IMPORTANT

Getting to know Y/N was a challenge. An uphill battle that took longer than most would think.

On the outside, she was a bubbly woman. Always seen with a smile on her face and a bright eyed gaze that screamed joyful bliss.

On the inside, Y/N felt as if she were constantly living the life of a character in a horror movie. Specifically, the last girl.

Even now, as she stood next to Ashton at Calum’s house, enjoying a birthday party for the latter, she couldn’t shake the anxiety. Whenever she thought she was safe and free from what was haunting her, it reappeared. Sometimes in a new form, sometimes in the same form. Sometimes she had a break for a while until she was thrust into a sequel.

She had considered changing her name to Sidney Presscott just as her own macabre homage.

Ashton knew that if he could achieve only one more thing in his life, then it would be to allow Y/N to open up to somebody. Somebody she trusts.

Her life had been through ups and downs, Ashton knew that. It began when she was a teenager, through a cheating boyfriend.

Time and time again, relationship after relationship, she had her heart broken.

Betrayal, cheating, lying, and more recently, violence.

Her most recent ex, Matthew, was a kind man at first. He wooed her mother, earned respect from her father, worked his way into her heart and began to learn every soft spot that was left inside of the hardened muscle.

He knew where she was weak and he took advantage of it.

It started as emotional abuse, then financial abuse. She wasn’t allowed to have control of her own funds. She couldn’t pay for anything. Every purchase was made from his account.

He would call her names, degrade her. Remind her that he was all she had at that time. He plucked tunes from her heartstrings with the promise that if she left him, no other would love her again.

Then things became physical. It started as shoving and escalated to punching, kicking, choking.

Her fingers unconsciously grazed the fine scar that trailed through her left eyebrow.

Ashton smiled down at her, seeming to not notice the growing emotion in her features as he was getting more buzzed by the minute.

She didn’t mind. He was her boyfriend, not her therapist. If she wanted him to know how she was feeling then she would tell him. For now, she was perfectly fine with sorting this bout of emotion into the neat filing cabinet of traumatic memories and outbursts that she kept within her.

She could always handle herself. She had been doing it for so long that independence was a second nature to her.

Ashton, on the other hand, knew something was wrong with his girlfriend. He could almost read her expression like a book, after a year and a half of dating.

She had left her ex almost three years prior, yet she still held much of the trauma inside of her.

If Ashton rose his voice too high, she would flinch. If he wanted to pay for something, she would meekly accept and wear a fearful expression the entire time. She would apologize profusely for the simplest of mistakes.

It broke his heart to think of what she went through. He knew not the extent, but he knew enough to feel his heart ache for the woman he had grown to love, and complete contempt for the man that hurt her.

Y/N was handling herself well. She was doing her best to enjoy the party, and it was working. She downed a few drinks, danced a little with Crystal, and even joined in on laughter following some jokes told by Calum. Regularly, she would only laugh at what Ashton would say. He was the only one she really trusted.

The night was going more than well until her eyes met those of a single man.

He had a blonde woman by the waist, leading her into the large lounge room and Y/N felt her heart sunk as if full with thousands of lead bricks.

Instantly, her palms dampened. Her forehead began to ache with memories of the night she left him.

And then his eyes found her.

She didn’t know why he could have been invited to Calum’s party, or how even. She supposed maybe he just came along. The blonde woman seemed to widen her eyes when she landed then on Calum, and she quickly trailed after him.

It wasn’t rare for fans to sneak into parties just to get a glimpse of the men. But even as the woman walked away, Matthew still watched Y/N.

She seemed to shrink under his gaze, and Ashton caught sight of that. He didn’t know who the man directing such a dangerous glare towards his girlfriend was, but he made sure to tighten the arm that was around her and press a kiss to her forehead.

Y/N felt the care in the simple action and directed a shaky smile to her boyfriend.

Nevertheless, Matthew’s brown eyed glare focused on her.

He made attempts to work his way closer to her, yet she made an attempt to ignore his presence.

Crystal offered her a shot and she smiled with acceptance, downing the liquid and cringing as it burned.

The real trouble came when Ashton excused himself.

“I need to go to the bathroom, I’ll be back in a sec, okay?” He looked as if he were asking her for permission, watching as her expression changed for half a second before transitioning into a small smile and a nod.

He had barely been gone a minute when she felt the eyes on her back. Every time she turned around, Matthew was there. Her own personal horror movie villain, and she was in yet another sequel.

A hand graded her arm and she shuffled away. She ignored the questions from her friends as her feet moved on their own accord.

She was outside by the time she realised tears were streaming down her face. Her hands flew to her hair, tugging the roots firmly to bring her focus away from her mind and the man inside of the house.

Her vision was fuzzy, blurred by tears or the panic attack, she knew not. She made it to Ashton’s car before her knees gave out, and she crumpled against the side of the vehicle as sobs and fast paced breath rocked her figure.

Ashton was in the bathroom for two minutes. He counted, just to make sure he wasn’t away from Y/N for longer than he wanted to be. He knew something was going on with her, and while he was never the type to always need to be with his significant other, he wanted to make sure she was okay.

When he returned, the concerned gazes of his friends shone back at him, as if he were looking into a mirror.

“Ash, Y/N ran out.” Crystal walked towards him. It was hard to hear over the music, and some of his friends were too inebriated to realize Y/N had left. “I don’t know what happened. She just left and I couldn’t see where she went to follow her.”

Ashton furrowed his brows, placing his hand on his friend’s shoulder. He nodded a thanks, his mind going elsewhere to find his girlfriend.

He felt eyes on him, and he turned to see the same brown eyed gaze that was fixed on his girl.

In any other circumstances, he would have approached the man, but for the time being, he needed to find Y/N.

Y/N knew her jeans were stained from the damp grass, and she knew her face would be blotchy, but she couldn’t force the sobs to stop.

Her head was staring to ache from her grip on her hair, and her eyes were stinging from the running mascara.

She barely even recognized the feel of a large hand on her knee until her face was pulled up slightly and her eyes focused on a head of red hair.

The hazel eyes of the person stared down at her and she watched the lips move but she was deaf to the sound.

Slowly her fingers were loosened and the pressure on her scalp began to fade. Her eyes came to focus on the face in front of her and she choked on a sob as she gathered the energy to wrap herself around Ashton.

“Baby? What happened?” He rubbed her back, rocking slightly side to side as he sat himself down so she could crawl into his lap.

Her face was pressed against his neck, her back rising and falling faster than he had ever seen her take in breath.

“Home,” was the only thing she could will her voice to say.

Ashton did his best to stand, cradling her against him as confusion washed through him. He had no idea what set her off, but he definitely had a feeling it was connected to the man who couldn’t take his eyes off of her.

He had never seen her have a panic attack before, nor had he seen her cry. She was always so held together and strong, and it broke his heart to see her in such a way, and to not know the cause of it.

He set her in the passenger seat, detaching her limbs from around his neck only for her to wrap them around her knees. Thankfully, she was no longer gripping at her hair, but he hoped the attack would come to an end in the few minutes it would take to reach their house.

He made sure to keep his hand on her knee the whole way home, only taking it off to turn into their drive way and then to rush around and help her out of the car.

Her heavy breathing had stopped, along with the tears. Now she appeared dazed and shaken, unsure if herself and stumbling about on wobbling legs.

It was a few minutes before he attempted to bring up the topic, but when he did, she pushed a deep sigh from her lungs.

“I saw Matthew. My ex.” Realization set in with Ashton. The brown eyed man. “The one who...” she trailed off, fingers skimming the scar protruding through her brow.

“Baby, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know,” he whispered to her softly, moving towards her as slowly as he could.

She resembled a scared animal at the time, curled up, flinching at every sudden movement, doe eyed and quiet.

“S’fine, Ash. It’s not your problem to deal with, it’s mine. I shouldn’t have made you take me home-“

Ash interrupted her by resting his large hand underneath her trembling chin. She flinched at the sudden movement before relaxing until his touch. She allowed her eyes to trail up and meet his hazel ones.

“Love, your problems are my problems. I hate that I couldn’t be there to help you and I’m seriously trying to not go and beat the shit out of him.” A soft sigh left Y/N and she nodded softly. “No matter what, you have me. You have me until the day you no longer want me, because I want you forever.”

Tears pricked at her eyes. She hadn’t heard such kindness before. Her past relationships had all combusted from the inside out, and after Matthew, she was convinced she would be living through sequel after sequel with similar villains.

“If you need me, I am here. You have this mindset that you’re always going to face trouble, but love, the last girl always has a happy ending in the end,” Ashton told her in a hushed voice. “I love you, Y/N.”

She let a few tears fall, slowly untangling her arms from around her knees to take their place around Ashton’s torso. Her head rested against his chest and she allowed the sound of his even breathing and thumping heart to soothe her muscles and mind.

“I love you, Ash.”

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[uncomfortablesharks]

I didn’t get titties until I spent a year in college. They were inspired by @confuzed-anime-fan’s and did their best and now I’m a D.

[runolllo-fanboygirl]

I am super bored not being able to work on anything because of the stupid arm pain so let me fill up one of these for once.

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Coffee/tea/water: Roibos or water, can’t have any stimulants OTL

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- reincarnation or character death // *sobs* I know I said to hurt me good but maybe not THIS much please I am just puppy

- Fantasy AU or modern AU // I prefer things as close to the canon universe as possible, but I do give a chance to some fics that seem to have an interesting summary regardless of the AU

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[saythankyoumood]

Here’s a side by side comparison. @confuzed-anime-fan, I see what you’re talking about.

@itscrochetnotknit Why are the judges in love with Kristina’s look? I don’t understand. I’m so confused.

[kimbleefucker]

You seem to get dragged into drama quite a bit, how does this keep happening? You don't have to answer if you don't want to, I'm just kind of curious. Most of the time I don't know or understand what's hoing on...

honestly i don’t know

this drama just happened to like come up idk what even made it happen nina randomly @’d me with some baseless accusation or something i really have no clue

the last stuff was from a priv server that could have been handled privately but the other people involved weren’t feeling that so i was like fuck here we go i guess

the only other drama i can recall being in was some syscourse stuff with thesorority (lmfao), that time someone said some shit against psychotic people, and that one time that person said bi women couldn’t share lesbian spaces or something

idk most of it comes from the fact that i have a high tolerance for stupidity but sometimes it gets so far that i just can’t keep my mouth shut i guess lmfao 

[cylleona]

♡☆~Happy Birthday~☆♡ (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ( o˘◡˘o) ┏iii┓

hOW DID YOU KNOWWWWWW

THANK YOU!!!

[uncomfortablesharks]

@confuzed-anime-fan

[why-animals-do-the-thing]

I'm doing a speech on the Dangers of the Private Ownership of Exotic Animals (Specifically Big Cats) for my Public Speaking class and I want to know if you would be alright with using your posts as a source (and thank you for the post on the WADTT website).

This is, hilariously, one of the hardest questions I’ve been asked in a while. 

My first instinct is to say no, because I am a massive stickler for using primary sources and this blog is a secondary source (e.g., I didn’t do and publish the science I talk about). It would be more reasonable to cite my work if my work actually contained primary literature citations, but with the exemption of bigger research pieces, it doesn’t because that’s not really viable for a blogging medium that produces a lot of content. 

But then I started thinking about it, and well, okay, there’s not a lot of actual published research out there on the fallout from exotic pet ownership - and a lot of what is published through non-academic resources is pretty biased - because most of it is either common sense or is field-specific to an industry that doesn’t tend to be involved in academia. So, if I were you, I started thinking where I’d go to find primary sources. 

Primary sources can be other things than peer-reviewed scientific research, although you have to be really careful about that if you want to be credible. The dictionary says that primary sources “include historical and legal documents, eyewitness accounts, results of experiments, statistical data, pieces of creative writing, audio and video recordings, speeches, and art objects.” That’s a pretty good list, but blogs aren’t on it. One it’s missing is an expert interview - which is pretty similar to an eyewitness account, except it can be for things like communication with someone who has been doing the thing their entire lives and is widely respected but hasn’t published every thought in their head. 

So, if I were going to look for citations for what you’re looking for, I’d look for things experts have written unofficially or try to contact them myself. That latter part is hard and often doesn’t lead to a timely response, but hey, the internet exists - so let’s look and see what experts in the field produce that’s not peer reviewed research… well, that’s columns in internet publications, interviews in educational videos, personal writings… wait, crap, we’re back at things that kind of look like blogs. Okay, so I can’t tell you not to use what I write on the sole basis of blogs not being able to be primary sources because that’s totally not true. (If Jane Goodall wrote a blog, you bet your ass it could be used as a primary source if she was talking about topics she directly had experience with and that were related to her life’s work). 

That means we have to look at the other aspect of “expert interviews” being a source - the expert part. There’s a couple things to look at there: what are my credentials if you want to try to say that I’m an expert (hint: don’t), and could you find better citations from other people who are more accurately called experts in their field.

To find an expert to source on exotic pets and the associated problems, I’d look for a) someone who works directly with exotic animals and/or b) someone involved with exotic animals who have been removed from private ownership, either actively as part of the animal team or as personnel responsible for rehab, legal things, or education as part of a larger dedicated organization.  As I fit none of these characteristics, I’m not going to be a very credible source for you. What I’m good at is collating information form lots of other sources and making it accessible and understandable, so I’m a good secondary source (except for that whole I don’t cite a lot of the casual blog posts part). 

Now, citing secondary sources isn’t the end of the world - I’ve certainly done it before, such as in the Damage of Dog Whispering paper (a choice which, by the way, still gets me professional scrutiny five years later) - but it’s only reasonably done when you don’t have primary sources that you can access and you really have to be able to back that claim up. In this specific case, there’s a lot of information out there from professional sources that I would be willing to consider primary about exotic pets - I know there’s at least one good documentary about it, and many organizations that deal with re-homing exotic pets have websites and press releases, as well as information from the agencies that deal with escaped or confiscated animals -  so you should look them up and cite them instead of me. 

This is a very long and complicated way of saying that while I’m flattered I would prefer you not cite me and instead go find better primary sources because I know they exist. It was interesting to actually have to sit down and think this through, thought, because the combination of the internet era and animal management being very separated from academic leads to some interesting mental twister regarding what counts as a good source. 

[chenkari]

Ghoul School and Witch's Ghost are best Scooby Doo movies.

Correct

[uncomfortablesharks]

Your girl friend is hot. You're Hot. My boobs are hot and a great place to keep my hands warm.

and a great place to keep my face warm

[kimbleefucker]

YOU'RE FUTURE CAT IS SO BEAUTIFUL EVEN BEYOND WORDS CAN DESCRIBE.

ISN’T HE!!! I LOVE HIM!!! I HAVE 5 CHILDREN NOW....