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Does anyone genuinely call their siblings sis, sister, little/big sis, bro, brother, little/big brother etc. as constantly as this appears to be portrayed in media? I’m extremely sceptical. Now, affectionally addressing them by something like “slug”, “toad”, “fool”, and “bitch”, or even dare I say it, their gotdamn name, is, from my experience, so much more natural. 

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rb to change your fate

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Oh Lordy your profile pic is true beauty, I tried to do something but just gave up lol but this This is art

Thank u ;_; she is true beauty

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Phantom of the Opera but with lesbians

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my life has peaked.

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About a week ago I posted this.

I’ve been getting horrible messages like this in my ask for months, including:

and my personal favorite

After getting the message saying “Just go kill yourself” I was completely done dealing with this person’s horrible messages and replied with just an “Okay.” and logged off tumblr.

About a week later I logged back on with 17 messages in my ask, most of them from the anon. I scrolled down and at first when I logged off, the anon messaged me things like

I scrolled up more and all of a sudden they started sending me more and more messages like

This was extremely surprising to me. I thought “After all those horrible messages you sent to me for MONTHS about hating me and wanting me dead, you say ‘sorry’ and that you ‘cant be responsible for someone’s suicide’?”

But I guess the lesson goes like this:

DONT TELL ANYONE TO KILL THEMSELVES UNLESS YOU ARE PREPARED FOR WHAT MIGHT ACTUALLY HAPPEN

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The Flower Shop on the 7th Avenue

I finally did something for myself✨

Art by Vanivelly. Please do not use it without my or her permission.

She's young freelancer and is very talented!! This is her first interior commission.

Summary: A wedding decor is at stake, all because Choi Saeyoung procrastinated and ultimately forgot about ordering the flowers.

His twin's mistake, however, brought Choi Saeran to find his first love, the bright and mysterious florist on the 7th Avenue.

Unfortunately, he's not the only one infatuated...(damnit!)

Read the fic here: AO3

I had so much fun writing it. I'm so proud of it. I'm making a fan novel out of it ₍₍ (̨̡ ‾᷄♡‾᷅ )̧̢ ₎₎

I wish I can write more and more of it, as the dynamics and characters here are so fun to tweak. Alas, I'm satisfied with what I've finished. I hope I can write more and more things for myself like this (´ ♡ ` )

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Panty and Stocking Anarchy.

First transformation and fight.

From Panty & Stocking with Garterbelt, episode 1.

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Im gonna flip ಥ⌣ಥ

you KNOW an obsession has gone too far when you start doing dumb crossover shit

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“Red bean fillings.” V gulps a bit of his water. “I think I get to like it now thanks to Vanderwood. He always order that one thing only. Your brother is such a peculiar person.” She giggled. “He’s...he’s kinda...He just thinks that red bean filled f-fish shaped bread is his stuff.” She lowered her chopsticks, letting her wrist rest on the edge of the table. “One time, we didn’t have money to buy two, so he bought a cheese filled one.” “That’s surprising, even to me.” “Right?” she smiled wryly. “And then, he split it into two. He took a really small part of the head. He said...he didn’t want to eat the fillings since it’s not red bean. He gave the rest to me.” —Chapter 6: Fish Shaped Bread

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THIS IS BRILLIANT AND PAINFUL EXCUSE ME WHILE I SIT IN THE CORNER AND QUESTION MY EXISTENCE

BEFORE YOU WATCH

There are imagery regarding to child abuse, suicide, depression, etc

Please be aware of that

Thank you

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Let's be honest. She's cute if she ain't runnin a cult, or blinding people, or drugging them. (But Jaehee is the cutest still)

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Saeran tasting the flower raindrop cake ✨

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This is so well-written, and I love that you grasp her character really well, even including the bits from SE. I reblog this not because I hate Rika, I reblog this because I actually like her as a well-written villain with mental issues thanks to Another Story. I used to hate her after SE (before Another Story came out) because I thought that Cheritz just treats V and Rika as absolute items and soulmates. After V's route came out, and we got more stuff about her and V (albeit agonizing to go through) I was rather impressed, because she's so realistically written as this unstable, hysterical and cleverly sly villain. And Ray's route came out, and it explains even more of her standing as a character who is borderline extremist. It's hard to write a villain like that. I live in a place that really advertise and encourage extreme attitude towards religions, and most public religious figures have the similar attitude like Rika, where they seem kind and gentle but will also tell you that if you do something you will get castrated in hell... so it was so thrilling through and through. I am excited for Cheritz if they plan to make her route, perhaps I will learn something or two. I love how in the end, Cheritz isn't trying to be political or anything. They just want to portray certain characters, possibilities, how our view and attitudes can affect those around us, and these aspects helped to develop the characters whether it's onto a bad end or a good end. Ugh sorry I'm rambling, your post just make me feel feelings...

I never thought I’d see a day where I am defending Rika’s character but I am so sick of people whining about how Saeran’s route “botched” Rika’s character and how Rika was “badly written” in Saeran’s route. Like listen. There are a lot of problems with the way Rika is written; but consistency is not one of them.

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this video is so well done it deserves an oscar

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“hello,” the dark lord said, “i need a library card.”

“everyone needs a library card,” the librarian said brightly, sliding a form across the desk. “fill this out.”

the dark lord produced her own elaborated plumed quill from the depths of her robes and scrawled her name in handwriting that was completely illegible but seemed to whisper the secrets of the dark from the blinding white page. “yes, but i need mine in order to take over the tri-kingdom area.”

the librarian’s polite smile barely faltered. “funny, the last dark lord to try that didn’t bother with a card.”

“yes, and do you see that fool currently ruling our kingdom? no. of course not. utterly ridiculous, to attempt to take over any size country without a library card, much less an intermediate-sized one like this.” she accepted the thin plastic card with a gracious flourish of her gloved hand.

the librarian, adding the new card’s number to the database, privately agreed, but chose not to say anything.

the librarian balanced the pile of pulled books under one elbow and held the list of call numbers in their hand for easy consultation. “intermediate spell casting for grades three and four,” they murmured, running fingers along the peeling spines until they found it. “willing to bet that’s sorrel’s request.”

they fit the large, paperbound book under their elbow and moved on, checking the list again. “magical creatures encyclopedia, L through M. that’s jackaby trying to finish the entire set by midsummer.” they would get that one last to carry it around the shortest amount of time.

“next — the complete guide to raising the dead.” they paused in front of the row of shelves with the right call numbers. they could guess the requester of that one too, but knew better than to say it out loud.

the return slot thunked loudly as it swung open and closed, having swallowed the returned books with a wet gulp.

“good morning,” the dark lord said pleasantly as she looked up from sliding her books in — or as pleasantly as “good morning” could sound when it was uttered by a voice that sounded like gravel being chewed to pieces by the jaws of a large monster.

“it is, very,” the librarian said crisply, conjuring a clean handkerchief for the still-slobbering return slot.

the mouth just visible under the dark lord’s enormous cloak hood curved into a scythe’s blade smile, but she said nothing else.

“did you enjoy your books?” the librarian asked, since she wasn’t moving and there were no other people waiting (most likely because of the dark lord standing there).

the hood nodded up and down. “extremely. especially the taped lecture by doctor dramidius ardorius of the dark arts institute.”

“well, we have many more taped lectures. i especially recommend the one on the healing powers of tea.” they tilted their head in a now get out sign. the poor steam-powered self-checkout contraption would get overheated if people were too scared to check out at the front desk.

they didn’t really expect the dark lord to take the recommendation seriously, but the next day they noticed the cloaked, hooded specter glide out the door with the taped lecture on magic-infused herbal teas tucked between a CD of dark chants and a step-by-step art book on drawing occult symbols.

“you give good recommendations,” the dark lord said with a shrug when the librarian raised their eyes from the front desk’s computer to the shadows of her hood.

the librarian wasn’t sure what to say. “you seem to take up quite a lot of my time.”

“i’m only a simple library patron,” the dark lord replied in a saintly voice that resembled a dragon coughing up a partially digested house. “do you enjoy mermaid song?”

“yes. you can find the library’s collection in the CD section over there.” they looked pointedly back down at the computer.

“i hear there’s a concert on the shore tomorrow evening.”

“perhaps we’ll get a recording of it.”

the dark lord continued taking out books on various unsavory topics. the librarian continued suggesting books on healing, positive thinking, and community service. the dark lord seemed more amused with each visit. her smile was almost charming, when you got past the long, sharp teeth.

the librarian was trying to go about their usual morning ritual of pulling books that had been requested the night before, but the dark lord wouldn’t stop making faces at them from behind gaps in the shelves. she seemed to find it hilarious. the librarian hadn’t decided yet if they were amused or annoyed.

“ooh, look at this,” the dark lord said, pulling a sturdy but beaten up board book featuring a werewolf mid-transformation on the cover from the shelf. “this was my favorite when i was just a little menace.”

“somehow i’m not surprised.”

the dark lord tucked the book into the ridiculous basket made of a large skull that floated alongside her. “didn’t you have a favorite picture book when you were little?”

“Barker the Sentient Book End,” the librarian said promptly. “i screamed for it every night until someone read it to me, long after i’d already memorized each page.”

the dark lord cooed, sounding like a cross between an owl and something eating an owl. “adorable. i knew you had a little monster in you somewhere.”

the librarian crossly debated denying being a monster at all or pointing out they had actual kraken blood in them.

they should have guessed how close the dark lord was from how good her mood was, but it wasn’t until they arrived at work on monday that the librarian heard the news.

“the newest dark lord managed to overthrow the faeyrie monarchy last night. something about combining traditional herbal spells with a newfangled mental magic based on the power of willful thinking… or something. the news reporter mentioned the use of mermaid song in a mild kind of mind control, i think? i wasn’t listening. the good news is, our budget stays in place.”

the librarian contemplated hurling the can of bookmarks across the room, but concluded that it would be both unprofessional and unsatisfying. they settled for aggressively stamping returned, only slightly saliva-covered books with red ink.

the phone clicked loudly. “public library, how can i help you?”

“by taking my offer,” the dark lord said, slightly hesitant voice like a rock slide that wasn’t sure it was ready to slide. “the royal library in the capital needs a new head librarian.”

“why’s that?” the librarian spun in their new swivel chair, tangling the phone cord while they were at it, thinking they wouldn’t want to leave so soon after getting it.

there was a cough like the ocean spitting out a new island. “erm, hmm, last one got… eaten. tragic. these things happen when you’re very, very small, you know.”

“so i’ve heard.” the librarian stretched the phone cord and watched it bounce back. “well, i’m happy where i am.”

“well.” her voice was more disappointed than they’d expected. “it’s a very nice library, you know. large selection of mermaid song in the CD section.”

“the royal library is part of our system. i can request any materials from there that i want to be delivered here.”

a pause. the dark lord had not considered this. “well, maybe i’ll take the royal library out of the system.”

“you wouldn’t dare disrupt the workings of our very intricate library system set up at the dawn of time.”

“maybe i would!”

“no.”

“fine. i wouldn’t.”

the librarian swiveled some more, wrapping the cord around with them until it ran out of give and spun them in the other direction. “would you like to grab a coffee sometime?”

“yes,” the dark lord said, voice too surprised to resemble anything in particular. “i can travel down meet you tomorrow morning.”

“don’t you have things to do?”

they could sense the shrug from the other end of the line. “i’ll move the capital to your town. i can do that, you know. i’m the supreme ruler of the tri-kingdom area.”

“yes,” the librarian agreed, un-spinning to return the phone to its cradle. “just don’t forget who gave you the library card.”