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Yo, Kira. 

Brace yourself, Buddy. You’d better not die unless it’s from alcohol.

I repeat.

YOU’D BETTER NOT DIE BEFORE YOU MANAGE TO OUTDRINK ME, YOU LIGHTWEIGHT BLONDIE!!! *sobs forever*

girlsbydaylight:

by ミドリイロ

nicoception:

by どる

nelliel-tu-o3:

ooc: My heroes…let me tell ya XD

1. questioning what it is
2. cero the thing
3. pour bleach on it
4. becca smash //hulk mode
5. The wonderful mods taking a trip to fuck-that-shit-land.
6. Andy playing with it like a kitty.

I love you guys ♥

ooc: I don’t usually reblog ooc post. But when I do, I leave it with this kind of gif:

A Moment in the Past 

grinning-snake:

He let his hand fall back down after posing his halfway rhetorical question. Although there was no time to answer her question, he had no intention of answering it anyways. He gave her a wider smile. It was quite clear from her small laugh that she had answered her own question. That’s good, he thought. She still hadn’t forgotten how special she was to him and he was pleased by that. He was about to tell her he was relieved that she would keep his secret, but again he was cut short. She became flustered, from what he could see, and she embraced him. He didn’t care nor was he surprised by the sudden motion. He was happy. It was times like this that he truly enjoyed the smile that he wore in front of everyone.  Most of the time he just kept his smile as a mischievous disguise, but this time was different. He was smiling because he was truly delighted with his situation and it was because of her.

Because of her… His mind wandered elsewhere. There were a lot of things that were the way they were because of her. In fact, the cynical man often figured that he would be even more cold-hearted than he already was if it was not for her. She was the only one who could really show him what it was like to be happy. He stayed neutral and in thought while she continued her part of the conversation. She was frantic again, apologizing, creating an excuse, and trying to find some way to make it up to him. This truly amused him. Ta think she gets this worried over me. Kinda funny…

That smile that he so enjoyed wearing vanished for a brief moment.

“Any special request?”

Oh? Interestin’ choice of words. The devilish smile once again took its place on Gin’s face. He turned his head nearly ninety degrees so he was now looking off into the distance; whether at a tree or just at the sky it was hard to determine. Continuing his angled glance he took a few steps towards his best friend stopping less than a foot away from her.

“Tell me, Ran…” His head turned back so he was now making eye contact with her. At the same time he lowered his frame a bit so he was on an even lever with the shorter girl. “Did it really make ya upset? Ta see all those other girls shop for me?”

And for a brief moment his eyes widened and he continued, “Ya weren’t possibly jealous, were ya?”

His eyes of his that he rarely showed shined with a sort of amusement and brilliant curiosity. There was a sparkle in them that was not always there; a sparkle that almost made the boy… approachable. He left his question hanging in the air and lessened the distance between them even more so he was merely inches away from her. 

They say when you’re spending a lifetime with one person, you’ll soon find yourself lost in the eyes of love you hardly even recognize your own feelings. Little did our young protagonist here know, however, that she was in the exact situation as spoken by the old anecdote. She had been with him since forever, they grew up together, and her love for him, if anything, was an utter haze her green logic could barely grasp. Was she jealous? Well… She had to admit that she was, but why? Why should she be jealous? Was it simply because she could no longer have her all for herself? No, she was not going to fool herself with such lame excuse. There was something more to it, but what? She didn’t deny the fact that she was longing for him, for his presence, his care… But was it really the kind of love people always talk about? The kind of love where you want someone so badly for no reason other than solely because they complete you? No, no. He was waiting for her answer and the very short matter of time was not enough to comprehend those questions all at once, let alone to find the right answers to them. Even so, the rush of blood to her brain from the inquiries apparently allowed some redness to creep to the surface from beneath her cheek bones.

“J-jealous???” she perked up in surprise. When did he suddenly become this close? “Q-quit joking around, Gin! Th-there is no way I-” Her stammered words came to a halt when her eyes caught a glimpse of his mischievous smirk. He was enjoying this. He found amusement in teasing her, she knew it! The question was nothing more than his mean to feed his curiosity, it had always been like that.

“Well, why should I answer that? It’s not a request, and… it’s none of your concern anyways,” she swallowed a lump and turned her face to the side, trying to hide the obvious blush… and some hint of disappointment, even though she wasn’t that stupid to think her effort wasn’t futile. She knew who Gin was, and she knew he knew her. Even years later in the winter war, after being separated for too long, he would still be able to see right through her, a skill he had already honed since they first met, and thus, she learnt already that there was no use trying to lie to his face. But then again, it wasn’t like she didn’t want him to see how her heart sank to know she was nothing more than an object of his curiosity. It became frustrating at some points to be under the impression that it was only her who thought the bond she had with one she cared the most was special. Still, she didn’t mean to make it look like she was that upset about such petty matter; after all, it was Gin’s birthday and she was more than aware that her sweating small things wouldn’t help the fact that she hadn’t given him any present. Therefore, with one sharp intake of breath, she repeated her question, pretending not to be affected by the whole situation, “I’m asking you again, Birthday Boy. Is there anything I can do to replace the gift I don’t have yet?”

Her lips were trembling. Her voice was trembling. But only a little. It would be way past the limit of childishness to shed tears because of something this small, especially when the main cause of it was standing right before her. Her eyes were still staring blankly at the horizon, though. It was too hard to meet that sly smile without giving him a teary gaze in return and her pride clearly wouldn’t want to let that happen.

I know it’s hard to remember the people we used to be
It’s even harder to picture that you’re not here next to me

I’ve wasted my nights, you turned out the lights
Now I’m paralyzed
Still stuck in that time when we called it love
But even the sun sets in paradise

Where have the times gone, Baby?
It’s all wrong, where are the plans we made for two?

If happy ever after did exist
I would still be holding you like this 
All those fairy tales are full of shit
One more fucking love song, I’ll be sick

You can’t expect me to be fine
I don’t expect you to care

dragons-dont-like-chocolate:

“Well, I’mma pick you up once you’re done drowning your scowl in your paperwork, Taichou~! Be ready for some special service from your lieutenant~”

“You’re gonna like it, I promise~”

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