#hichas

[100money]

[transgenderer]

the caption of "dream of the fisherman's wife", arguably the first tentacle erotica, is crazy

LARGE OCTOPUS: My wish comes true at last, this day of days; finally I have you in my grasp! Your "bobo" is ripe and full, how wonderful! Superior to all others! To suck and suck and suck some more. After we do it masterfully, I'll guide you to the Dragon Palace of the Sea God and envelop you. "Zuu sufu sufu chyu chyu chyu tsu zuu fufufuuu..." MAIDEN: You hateful octopus! Your sucking at the mouth of my womb makes me gasp for breath! Aah! Yes... it's... there!!! With the sucker, the sucker!! Inside, squiggle, squiggle, oooh! Oooh, good, oooh good! There, there! Theeeeere! Goood! Whew! Aah! Good, good, aaaaaaaaaah! Not yet! Until now it was I that men called an octopus! An octopus! Ooh! Whew! How are you able...!? Ooh! "Yoyoyooh, saa... hicha hicha gucha gucha, yuchyuu chyu guzu guzu suu suuu..." LARGE OCTOPUS: All eight limbs to interwine with!! How do you like it this way? Ah, look! The inside has swollen, moistened by the warm waters of lust. "Nura nura doku doku doku..." MAIDEN: Yes, it tingles now; soon there will be no sensation at all left in my hips. Ooooooh! Boundaries and borders gone! I've vanished...!!!!!! SMALL OCTOPUS: After daddy finishes, I too want to rub and rub my suckers at the ridge of your furry place until you disappear and then I'll suck some more. "Chyu chyu..."

[manaosdeuwu]

Tú me estás diciendo que la policía y los hichas brasileros armaron todo ese show... Pa' perder en Brasil?

así es. increíble la verdad. se atrasó media hora el partido por la represión policial 💀

[444names]

senegalese names + german forenames + american surnames BUT excluding "o"

Acenney Acennibst Ademba Adiakerry Aghedgeb Agnett Alaye Alber Aldwe Allanneyners Allyncass Alpheilke Amatkinguye Amicks Anikharge Arnert Aurtery Ausennell Avard Awaye Babbs Baburs Bachel Badik Badinge Bakhiandels Balvane Barben Barcever Barriekker Basefand Bassellivan Batfiell Bathen Batryals Battfita Bauss Bayer Beaddleisard Bennarrez Benzalibrus Berber Bernel Bespe Bestenate Betes Bings Binté Birwilydick Blanch Blandrix Blaneye Blaudley Bleminé Blesta Branni Bratry Brelt Bricars Brice Brickbulkne Briend Britz Brutley Bucaré Bukins Buretts Burina Burneye Burridse Bustim Caing Calbes Camard Caramay Cardy Caricha Carill Carkes Casselps Chael Chansta Charra Charreill Cheellinz Cherre Cherts Chichar Chitt Chminatjar Chrein Cland Clang Clata Clewilla Cradibard Cragne Crairricharé Cralan Cruchapen Culrainer Cumater Daliamb Dander Dannicendji Daves Davincanidsh Deckmannes Denguer Denzuez Diabera Diabers Diabry Diabs Diakhard Dialan Dialmanapack Diandeley Diandina Dianez Dianista Diannetuarch Dians Diarivashard Dibali Dierg Djilminer Driaguey Dryald Dunta Dyanlard Edela Ellip Elmelez Emacer Eminga Ermin Esseng Ewater Faffer Falds Fallanarez Fatrig Fiell Fitfins Fitner Framadis Frameitnez Franer Fravischa Fraye Friasmas Frich Friedelmuld Frischaray Gadilley Gainguez Gancenney Ganchan Gebar Gibalterk Gisan Gishangharé Glaurnedy Gnichrie Gnigné Gnikhavan Gramandeasse Gramé Greall Greine Greings Grele Greney Gueley Guerger Guers Guirian Gusteraye Gutins Gutliss Guyen Günthiaste Hachrivanth Halyd Hamane Hamichurg Hanahafadix Handers Hanfry Hanza Harach Harann Harid Hatrasse Haver Hawye Hedra Heekke Heidjiamer Heith Heralevalfer Herrez Herry Hersha Hewall Hicha Hilkinn Himalf Himall Hinang Hubassé Hubene Hufmatyrd Hulake Hunna Hurlevers Hurremard Idrand Imaner Isalker Isane Isaney Ishane Islettlesl Issande Jacruté Jaing Jaingersh Jaman Jefarke Jennicker Jusam Kamath Kamer Kamilden Karer Kartsch Kattle Keids Keliell Kelmarr Kinner Kliss Krang Kurrete Lakerst Lasse Laurich Lerrean Linne Lischith Livertina Llarrie Macks Malde Malia Mamps Maner Marge Mariast Marissé Marms Marrerned Martys Matre Mbard Mbenza Mcbra Mcbramilipp Mccla Mcclieta Mccunley Mcdavin Mcfar Mcfarkernta Mcguer Mcine Mcise Mckbuch Mclez Mcners Mcphy Medambell Medrifferner Melina Merishick Mestander Meynam Mickes Mickne Micks Midamard Midenacks Miliane Mirez Mirwig Musseste Mutheilley Ndale Nderry Ndiam Ndins Neinna Newighaele Niabera Niasmand Niddlez Ninle Nivinne Ouman Oummarmatt Oustate Packmaté Pagne Pappa Parmsellis Parsteffma Pater Peandez Penjama Pettle Phaharneye Phelianas Phimmena Piell Pierk Piteng Pittlen Prane Pucevidins Raddle Radindt Ramaterrer Rassene Rayes Razquez Reence Retta Riddley Righle Rigue Rikarrich Rilaussé Rique Rudley Rutlery Sabine Saburenn Sagne Sakencin Sakhamer Samaris Sardarks Sarletrice Sawye Scassa Schaelder Schull Secke Sellmurencam Semmilline Sender Serry Shada Shavaraner Sheade Sheleaterha Shenne Shepheley Sherter Shitts Shley Siggs Skirader Smull Spett Spich Spick Spien Spiesteph Stafis Steleves Stewmars Stiagnes Strell Stris Suard Sullaus-pett Surnd Swerriff Syketcha Tallsaakhard Tannass Thiagarier Thick Thila Thill Thillez Thils Thinne Tining Trada Traughein Trenté Turett Tyanta Uwebballand Uweberring Uwentaff Valard Vancaré Vanne Vardinfa Vaught Verta Waldan Waldsen Waldwateer Waleryan Walvall Wance Warley Warpetts Watjasen Waylvind Weetevis Weillanz Weldé Wenna Werana Whelgery Whild Whillan Wilacks Wilker Winater Winetchay Wynad Xenciarewa Yamastiamphy Yantz Zandra

[kokysouilhe]

QUE ES LO QUE TIENES, MERCEDES...

(A la memoria de un gran amigo, que por voluntad del Todopoderoso, nos dejó temprano, pero que nos legó su amor por el terruño y en los momentos más difíciles, a quienes de un modo u otro transitamos la ruta del arte, nos aplicó una inyección de energía espiritual: Roberto Alvira, ex director del Semanario Paiubre, editado en Mercedes. Precisamente, por las razones mencionadas, Roberto permanece vivo, firme, en el corazón de quienes tuvimos la fortuna de haberlo contado como amigo).

Vengo de una ciudad, con corazón de pueblo, en el que aún la gente, por las tardes, se sienta en la vereda, "a tomar fresco". En el que todavía se oye un "buenos días, vecina", sincero. Vengo de un pueblo, que mece a mi hogar paterno y al que le ofrenda un cielo, sin vanidad, un cielo correntino, correntino y sereno. Y voy... abriendo surcos en mi esencia, sin saber hasta cuando, ave en vuelo. Con agua de Paiubre entre mis manos tamizada en recuerdos. Vengo de un pueblo en el que los amaneceres domingueros me obsequian su silencio para trazar en el alma, algunos versos. Y voy... Y vengo... ¡¿Que es lo que tienes, Mercedes que cuando puedo a ti vuelvo?! Cuando fue sucediendo... Sin embargo, con manojos de esperanzas, con ramilletes de sueños continúan mis regresos. A veces, cuando la tarde cae, abro mis ojos y miro hacia adentro... ¿Qué poseerá el terruño, que nos imanta en su seno? ¿Serán herencias remotas, que nos fijaron su sello? ¿Será la sangre que fluye, del tiempo de los abuelos que acriollándose en lo nuestro obtuvieron de su siembra el fruto de los puebleros? Mercedes... de allí vengo. ...No sé si con nostalgia; SI, CON REMINISCENCIAS DE TODO UN MUNDO INTERNO: una infancia imborrable... "guainita cabezuda", el paraíso, testigo de un sinfín de universos irreales, pero propios, creados con tanto celo. SI, CON REMINISCENCIAS DE TODO UN MUNDO INTERNO, de ese mismo paraíso, que ya en la adolescencia, me colocó dos alas y me impulsó hacia el vuelo; me llevó a los abismos, en secreto, y cuando abrí mi espíritu, rumbo al viento, allí, en su cumbre, con un silencio etéreo de contexto, mi PRIMER poema, estaba hecho; endeble, defectuoso, mi primer paso en verso. Mi amado primogénito, engendrado y nacido en ese pueblo. Mercedes de allí vengo. Mercedes de Corrientes, Mercedes del Paiubre. Señora YA alfabeta de Carlos Castellán, novia de Tito Arzuaga, Quijote decantado, "Pinceladas poéticas" que no se borrarán. Mercedes de Corrientes, de don Julián González adalid de la estética, firme, incondicional, "...era su corazón que amaba la belleza" -reza un poema suyo- "...y la quería lograr". Mercedes de Corrientes, constante compañera de Hicha Paiz, la aguerrida mujer intelectual, Mercedes, en las LETRAS de los que ya se fueron pero que nos dejaron su herencia singular. Terruño, ciudad, pueblo, de los que continuamos con poemas, con canciones... y con un SAPUKAY en notas de acordeones, que nos llevan a veces inevitablemente, la visión a empañar. Acallará mi voz, acabará mi vida... Cuan bello sería entonces, si lograse acunar un son chamamecero en mi último aliento, y con una guitarra poderme fusionar...

CUANDO CAIGA LA TARDE #KokySouilhé

[smallfuckablecreature]

fun fact! one of the most famous and earliest pieces of tentacle erotica is The Dream of the Fisherman's Wife, an 1814 woodblock by Japanese artist Katushika Hokusai.

One translation of the accompanying text is as follows:

LARGE OCTOPUS: My wish comes true at last, this day of days; finally I have you in my grasp! Your "bobo" is ripe and full, how wonderful! Superior to all others! To suck and suck and suck some more. After we do it masterfully, I'll guide you to the Dragon Palace of the Sea God and envelop you. "Zuu sufu sufu chyu chyu chyu tsu zuu fufufuuu..." MAIDEN: You hateful octopus! Your sucking at the mouth of my womb makes me gasp for breath! Aah! Yes... it's... there!!! With the sucker, the sucker!! Inside, squiggle, squiggle, oooh! Oooh, good, oooh good! There, there! Theeeeere! Goood! Whew! Aah! Good, good, aaaaaaaaaah! Not yet! Until now it was I that men called an octopus! An octopus! Ooh! Whew! How are you able...!? Ooh! "Yoyoyooh, saa... hicha hicha gucha gucha, yuchyuu chyu guzu guzu suu suuu..." LARGE OCTOPUS: All eight limbs to interwine with!! How do you like it this way? Ah, look! The inside has swollen, moistened by the warm waters of lust. "Nura nura doku doku doku..." MAIDEN: Yes, it tingles now; soon there will be no sensation at all left in my hips. Ooooooh! Boundaries and borders gone! I've vanished...!!!!!! SMALL OCTOPUS: After daddy finishes, I too want to rub and rub my suckers at the ridge of your furry place until you disappear and then I'll suck some more. "Chyu chyu..."

my gf sent me this today and it needs to be said

[chae-studies-blog]

Annyeong Tumblr! Happy New Year 2018! Hopefully we all have a productive year ahead! I have been a studyblr for some time now, but then I get inactive for the last quarter of 2017. To amp up my study motivation in the new year, I’d like to discover more studyblr since my dash needs more study aesthetics! 

If you are a studyblr, it will be great if you can reblog this post to spread the word so I can check your blog out! It will also be great if you can follow me too :)

Oh and here’s a little introduction from me:

My name is 채유, you read it as Chae Yoo

I’m 21 years old

I’m a third year medical student and IB survivor 

I live in Seoul, South Korea

I’m on the monochromatic, minimalistic side of the studyblr

I take all Korean questions you might be interested in! Name it, from Kpop, life here, medschool here, food, language, etc! 

All posts on my blog are mine and I’ve been deleting most of it to start fresh :) I also track the tag #hichae so if you wanna show me something go on and use the tag! Thank you so much and have a great year ahead <3

[100money]

[niqhtlord01]

Humans are Weird: Ace Pilot Part 1

( For the price of one cup of coffee a month you can help support with creating new stories and worlds for you to enjoy and get lost in. Please consider supporting me https://www.patreon.com/NiqhtLord  where you can get early access to stories as well as personal story requests for whatever you want :) ) “They’re out there, somewhere.”

Admiral Hicha scrolled through the latest scanner logs; each one detailing the results from a different scanner sweep. Thermal trails, residual radiation, gravitational disturbances, energy dispersions….

All negative.

He had gone over them again and again while his bridge crew went about their business and the waiting naval armada sat silent in the void of space.

Before them lay the Cepheus Dark Region, an area of space filled with shifting clouds of cosmic gases that interfered with any form of sensor equipment. To the galaxy at large the area appeared as a black hole on every map and star chart, and that is exactly where the human fleet Hicha had been chasing had fled to.

Hicha had caught the human fleet along the Gelben/Human border as they were returning from a raiding mission against the dockyards of Nova Prime. They were in the initial phases of reading for a transit jump back to their own territory when Hicha’s 9th defense fleet had caught up to them.

The means to make a transit jump often consume an entire ships worth of energy which left them virtually defenseless when the 9thdefense fleet descended on them. With no shields or weapon systems several of their ships were turned to little more than space debris before it dawned on the remnants of the human fleet that they’d never have enough time to finish the transit jump.

Out of the twenty human ships only five survived the initial attack and fled on sub-light engines with Hicha leading the pursuit.  During the chase the humans lost another two ships before reaching the Cepheus Dark Region and submerging themselves into its cloudy embrace.

Oen by one the other captains of the fleet contacted Hicha begging him to allow them to follow the human fleet into the nebula but he refused each one. With all of their scanning equipment useless the human fleet could just as easily rush out of the nebula the moment the 9th fleet entered it and they’d never be the wiser.

After an hour of repeated scanning failures Hicha finally decided to act. He dispersed the fleet around the nebula into a vast net. The nebula was large and such a maneuver strained the fleets assets, but a single ship would be enough to delay the humans should they try to run and give time for the rest of the fleet to converge on their location.

With the fleet in place Hicha initiated the second phase of his plan which involved launching every flight wing in the defense fleet directly into the nebula. He could send in the entire fleet but he was aware humans had a habit of laying elaborate traps and he could not discount the possibility that they wanted him to move into the nebula to ambush them.

Each fighter craft was armed with a neutron lance which when fired was capable of punching a hole through any human vessel. With so many smaller craft swarming the location it would only be a matter of time before they found the humans and destroyed the remains of their fleet.

Three hundred and seventy four fighters went into the nebula that day.

Less than twelve would make it out alive……..

“Last one to tag a pink skin ship buys the vapor when we get home.”

A chorus of cheers sounded off in the radio channel for fighter wing sigma before their commander cut in.

“Cut the chatter,” Gemth spoke as he adjusted his stabilizers, “we’re nearing the nebula.”

His squadron, officially known as the 12thfighter squadron and unofficially as the “Fiendish Eight”, flew behind him in “V” formation. Rik and Storten were on either side of him, each of them arguably the best dog fighters in the 9th defense fleet. After them were Tazick and Mor, twins whose skill together was equal to that of Rik and Storten but apart were possibly the worst pilots Gemth had ever seen. Finally behind the formation was the specialized tracking craft with Jata, Hemden, and Reiga. The craft was bulkier than the fighters the rest of the squadron used as it required a team of three to operate the sensor gear. Hemden was the pilot while Reiga and Jata manned the sensor equipment.

“Keep your eyes open.” Reiga sounded off. “Once we’re in there we’re likely to experience heavy communication disruption.” Before Gemth could acknowledge Reiga Rik cut in.

“Why exactly are you here again?” Rik said with a chuckle. “If the nebula renders sensors useless what purpose do you serve?”

“Using our gear we should be able to boost our communication signals and remain in contact with each other and the rest of the fleet.”

Jata’s voice was calm and calculated as ever with his response. Gemth had never known the operator to be anything but, even when in the most deadly of situations. He was the oldest among the group and was the only original member of the Fiendish Eight who was around when Gemth took command.

“Here’s the plan.” The nebula was fast approaching and Gemth wanted to be clear while communication was still normal. “We are to search grid coordinates C93 to G43 and engage any human ships we come into contact with.”

“Groups 11 and 13 are searching the areas to either side of our coordinates to keep a visual contact; our area will be between those two squadrons.”

Gemth heard a series of clicks of acknowledgement over the radio just as the squadron reached the nebula. Looking out his cockpit Gemth saw the nebula unfold before him. A wall of gases was before him; a swirling maelstrom of oranges, reds, and yellows like a rising sun cresting through the morning mists.

As Gemth entered the nebula it was like submerging one’s self into an ocean of color. Where once he could see the vastness of the universe now he could barely see six mile in any direction before the shroud of colors blocked his sight.

He looked to his left and right and saw his squadron was still in formation and tapped the communications receiver on his headset.

“Jata, how are communications?”

An orchestra of static was his only reply for a minute before Jata’s voice slowly began cutting in.

“Attempting……to clear now…….remain….close…”

The radio was full of static for several long moments after before Jata came in again.

“That should do it.” His voice was still partially distorted by static, but at least Gemth could hear his entire sentences. “We should be fine if we remain in close proximity to the sensor ship; anything further out and we’re useless again.”

“Acknowledged,” Gemth replied, “begin the sweep.”

For the next thirty minutes Gemth and his squadron flew through the nebula. One by one they checked off their coordinates with no luck. Each passing minute feeling like an eternity as Gemth watched the shifting gas clouds, his eyes scanning them for even the slightest disturbance.

“Did you see that?”

“See what?” Gemth looked over to his right where Storten’s fighter was. “Do you see the enemy?”

“There was a blue light ahead of us.”

His tone sounded as if he wasn’t sure what he saw, but Gemth knew he wouldn’t have spoken at all unless he had.

“Alright, everyone tighten u-“

Storten’s craft erupted into a ball of flame before Gemth could finish his sentence.

“SCATTER!”

[rosewind2007]

The text reads (according to Wikipedia):

LARGE OCTOPUS: My wish comes true at last, this day of days; finally I have you in my grasp! Your "bobo" is ripe and full, how wonderful! Superior to all others! To suck and suck and suck some more. After we do it masterfully, I'll guide you to the Dragon Palace of the Sea God and envelop you. "Zuu sufu sufu chyu chyu chyu tsu zuu fufufuuu..."

MAIDEN: You hateful octopus! Your sucking at the mouth of my womb makes me gasp for breath! Aah! Yes... it's... there!!! With the sucker, the sucker!! Inside, squiggle, squiggle, oooh! Oooh, good, oooh good! There, there! Theeeeere! Goood! Whew! Aah! Good, good, aaaaaaaaaah! Not yet! Until now it was I that men called an octopus! An octopus! Ooh! Whew! How are you able...!? Ooh! "Yoyoyooh, saa... hicha hicha gucha gucha, yuchyuu chyu guzu guzu suu suuu..."

LARGE OCTOPUS: All eight limbs to interwine with!! How do you like it this way? Ah, look! The inside has swollen, moistened by the warm waters of lust. "Nura nura doku doku doku..."

MAIDEN: Yes, it tingles now; soon there will be no sensation at all left in my hips. Ooooooh! Boundaries and borders gone! I've vanished...!!!!!!

SMALL OCTOPUS: After daddy finishes, I too want to rub and rub my suckers at the ridge of your furry place until you disappear and then I'll suck some more. "Chyu chyu..."

👆if anyone has suggested changes/improvements to the above do let me know

🐙

Okay—so I am aware Facebook supposedly censors stuff? Quite aggressively?

This week I was scrolling through my feed, which is (its end of term) lots of prom photos, positive lateral flow tests, duck photos, sports day pics and other mundane stuff and then the full version of the work of art [of which this is a snippet]—popularly known as The Dream of the Fisherman’s Wife (original title 蛸と海女) by Katsushika Hokusai (葛飾 北斎)

I was somewhat surprised—I guess tentacles are okay with the Facebook algorithm?

Anyway, it does mean I got to look up what the text means…

If anyone is interested, Sotheby’s have a copy for sale:

Katsushika Hokusai (1760-1849) | Pining for Love (Kinoe no komatsu) | Edo period, 19th century woodblock-printed illustrated book, three volumes (complete), signed Shiunan Ganko, published circa 1814; binding: fukurotoji (pouch binding), blue paper covers with yellow title slip—current bid is £24,000

[gal-cir]

Hicha with R指定

[darkyfranky]

Hicha Darki: "Master Jedi" Gif by Franky Artwork (Google) modified by Franky #artwork #modified #google #jedimaster #jedi #starwars #manga #girl #hichadarki #hicha #gif #video #creative #movement #effect #lightsaber #lukeskywalker #green #frankydarki #poster #magic #werbleapp #werble #werble_art #werbleartist #werbleart https://www.instagram.com/p/Bxej_GiCJ7n/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1u7k6zh4olweb

[ayuprissa]

Ngomongin Orang: Kak Hicha

Pontianak. 14:57. 12042019. Rida Sita Dewi - Antara Kita.

Beberapa bulan terakhir, rasanya saya pelupa sekali, melupakan hal kecil, hal besar, baru, lama dengan mudah. Saya agak takut sebenarnya, takut ini tanda-tanda suatu penyakit :(

Maka lagi-lagi kembali ke tumblr, menitipkan beberapa kisah, mengintip cerita lama, adalah salah satu upaya saya memelihara akal. Episode yang ini sih sebenarnya mau ngomongin orang. Boleh kan?

“Allah pertemukan kita dengan orang-orang yang Ia kehendaki.”

Kalau sedang jatuh hati, tiap baca ini rasanya mau nyengir kuda, kayak bisik-bisik: “HAHAHAHA TUUUH KAAAN KITA BUKAN SALING CARI KAAAN, MEMANG JODOH KAAAN.”

Tapi mantra patronus ini juga ampuh kok untuk diulang-ulang kalau hatinya sedih sekali karena seseorang, supaya bisa latian mencari hikmah. Masak ketemu cuma untuk bikin sakit hati, serendah-rendahnya pasti adalah pelajaran, minimal jangan jadi orang kayak gitu :p

Eh, jadi belok-belok, inshaAllah Kak Hicha ini orang yang sangat kusyukuri pernah berjumpa dan semoga selalu terjaga hingga ke nanti-nanti.

Pertama ketemu di sekitar akhir tahun 2013, bulan Oktober. Alhamdulillaah waktu itu, saya ikut pesantren ke Kobe. Eh ada Kak Hicha. Rasanya sih ndak terlalu akrab, karena Kak Hicha sayap kanan, saya sayap kiri. Kak Hicha rajiiin ikut acara-acara organisasi, saya juga rajin, rajin bolosnya, kabur ke acara piknik-piknik gubahan saya sendiri.

Kemudian 2014 saya pulang kampung.

Saya kirain abis itu ga bakal ketemu Kak Hicha deh. Palingan nanti ketemu di undangan kawinan masing-masing di Indonesia (aaaamiin yaaa kakak adeek).

2017 di awal tahun, saya impulsif keikutan Deakhumaira main ke Jepang. MashaAllah waktu berlalu, tapi ternyata saya masih rajin merepotkan Kak Hicha, masih minta nebeng nginep di tempat Kak Hicha, minta dijemput hujan-hujan di stasiun. Minta dibawa ke tempat makan enak yang memang sungguh mashaAllah.

Kemudian 2018, saya kepeleset jadi tour guide, dikasi ijin sama bos boleh extend setelah memandu jamaah. Jadilah saya kembali lagi ketemu Kak Hicha, yang sudah makin sibuk, tapi masih baik kok hatinya :D

Dan ndak nyangka, beberapa hari lalu, qadarullah masih dipertemukan loh sama Allah, walau lari-lari, walau mendadak, bisa ketemu, bisa naik ferris wheel, bisa makan sushi enaaaaaakkk. Bisa diam-daim memastikan Kak Hicha masih baik-baik aja, dan inshaAllah akan selalu baik-baik saja yaaa Kaaak. 

Padahal dulu ndak akrab kan kak. Mungkinkah ini sinyal bahwa suamiku kelak orang Minang (secara Kak Hicha kan orang Minang) *yhaaa mulai cocoklogi. Bwahahahhahahaha. Ternyata dari sekian banyak teman dan saudara, yang dimudahkan untuk sering sapa dan jumpa justru dengan Kakak, mungkin sebenarnya kita adalah sister-sister ya Kak. Pada jalan kita yang inshaAllah masih panjang (pendek kalau meninggal) semoga selalu Allah berikan ketenangan untuk mudah mencari terang walau jalan tidak selalu lapang.

May Allah gather us in Jannah ya Kak. Aaamiin.

*lah bikin closing statement nya langsung relijiyus.

[gummydamie]

POR FIN PUEDO CONTESTAR ESTO AAAAAAH

Yo estuve a full con un montón de cosas por diferentes cuestiones las cuales puede que mencione más adelante (el colegio técnico me arruino la vida 😍)

Also se re entiende el sentir vergüenza cuando uno dibuja en el colegio :(<3 de a poco se le pierde el miedo - podes hacer pequeños dibujos,no muy complicados ,sencillos solo para acostúmbrarte ^^ pero tampoco te fuerces mucho tómalo con calma <3

SI QUERÉS TE ETIQUETO CADA QUE PUBLIQUE UN DIBUJO /J

EUUUUU VI LOS TAGS QUE PUSISTE EN MI DIBUJO AAAAAAAAAAH *llora* muchas gracias a-

No dibujo mucho xq no tengo tiempo y noH no tengo tags ni nada para buscar mis dibujos ;( PERO DEBERIA ASÍ QUE GRACIAS POR HACERME ACORDAR ABUSSBXJSN <3<3 (supuestamente tengo una cuenta de arte pero no la uso y solo tengo una publicación ahi- ) cuidate mucho y toma gua :³

man te re entiendo con lo del tiempo, yo solo puedo dibujar a la mañana o a la noche (porque voy a la tArde y es un sufrimiento constante) y dibujar en la escuela me da vergüenza 😭😭

SIN PRESIONES PERO. HACETE UN ART TAG. PLS. aunque tengas 3 dibujos NO ME IMPORTA LOS QUIERO VER Y REBLOGUEAR Y GRITAR EN LOS TAGS

ok pero also sé que es medio una paja ponerle organization tags a tus cosas (yo antes ponía #reblog en todo lo que reblogueaba, me rendí a los dos días 👍) pero si sos artista es lo mejor

anyways cuidate vos también toma awita y dormí bien tkm✨

[jackkal]

peach mains be like HICHA ❤ HICHA 💖

[theyuko]

以前からSNSで気になっていた、@hichatokyo #Hi茶タピオカ専門店 ＊ タピオカは黒糖味がしっかりついているので、無糖にしました。 #静岡抹茶ミルクラテ なので、抹茶の苦みでちょうど甘さ控えめになって美味しい。 甘さと氷の量が調整できます。 タピオカは、モッチモチ系の美味しさ。 ＊ お友達は、年末までの期間限定品の黒糖きなこミルクを頼んでいました。 きな粉の香りがよかったです★ ＊ シールの猫はランダムですが、表情がいろいろとあるようで、可愛い。 そして、まるで招き猫のような動画は、オマケです😊 ＊ #Hi茶 #hi茶上野 #タピオカ #上野タピオカ #上野グルメ #タピオカ巡り #タピオカ部 #pr #コラボベース #タピ活 #タピオカ好きな方と繋がりたい #アメ横 #タピオカ好き #タピオカグラム #hichatokyo #上野 #御徒町 #美味しいもの好きな人と繋がりたい #ueno #tapioca #bubbletea #bobalove #greentea #tealover #yummy @yuko_fuji3 ← #followme 💕 (Hicha 上野店) https://www.instagram.com/p/B396dtlAcCO/?igshid=1hucr5tq9bg1n