Hi everyone, welcome to my photo/gif dump.
I'd like to introduce you two to the greatest Jrock bands to this day.
MY FIRST STORY and One Ok Rock.
The lead singers to both bands are brothers and they're the most
genuine and kind people on this earth. Please look into their music!
Neon Moonlight comes from One Ok Rock's song Neon and
MY FIRST STORY's song Moonlight.
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Nah we gatekeeping this cause they're wholesome peoples
Unpopular Fact-
The best writers on the site are actually some of the ones who you people claim are "the worst". The 30-40 something year olds that started rp in their younger days back when it began before it became an editing and popularity contest of teen and 20-somethings arguing over every little thing and starting drama over nothing are still writing and have made long lasting connections. Some of them have been around since myspace or before, put solid stable years into characters when some people barely put months or even days or a few hours sometimes, do real writing and story creation and editing, keep long term connections and LIs instead of bouncing around, and keep out of the petty drama as much as possible despite sometimes being dragged into it by others. There is nothing wrong with being a writer who's been around since then. It means they've seen the trends, been through it all, and have endured. There are some who are not the best examples of the elder generation and should have been banned or retired, but for the most part the elder gen should be looked up to as examples of how we should be, because roleplay was great back when they were the dominant generation. When the younger generation took over, it went to shit. People complaining about rp?- We did it to ourselves. Hate blogs, constant drama and infighting. They'll be known as the ones who made it great, and we'll be known as the ones who sent it up in flames and doomed it to the end.
Whether you like it or not, it's the truth. Ask any one of the elder generation of writers about what it used to be like, and they'll tell you how great it was compared to the shitshow it is now. Why they stay? Who knows. We're losing more of them every day because of shit like this place, this blog, the person who runs it, the stalkers, the harassers, the drama starters. So there you go. The best writers are the ones we are chasing off as we slowly kill roleplay.
The heart-wrenching words Hiro said at the Budokan on 18 November 2016 that brought the auditorium to tears with him. Things he had been keeping in his heart since he was 11 years old when his parents split up. This is the voice of that 11-year-old boy who was powerless against the world to do anything to stop what was happening.
Compiled from Natalie.mu and RealSound. Translation by me Japanessie.
Disclaimer: I merged the contents of Hiro’s speech from different sites. Since I was not there at the Budokan nor heard the actual speech, I don’t know the actual order these words were spoken. I arranged them based on what seemed natural to me.
“………… by all means, there is something I want to tell you today. When I was an elementary school student, even when I realized (things) were falling apart, at that time I was too young to stop it. There was nothing that I could do. And then even though it was about to become another shape, which is a disjointed shape, my name never comes up.”
「僕はずっと1人でした」
“I’ve always been alone,”.
「家族とはなんでしょうか？ 愛とはなんでしょうか？ 僕にはよくわかりません」
“What is a family? What is love? I don’t know it very well”
と涙を流し、
he said (as) he (started to) shed (his) tears,
「もうこの新しい形がなくならないように、そして、この思いが今日で届くように。」
“So for this new shape not to disappear anymore, then, I hope today this thought will reach (you).“
「この歌を歌うのは今日が最初で最期にします」
“Today will be the first and the last time that I will sing this song,”.
と断ると、
telling (that) in advance (to the audience),
バンドはHiroが家族について歌った「Home」をライブ初披露。
and the band (played) the first Live performance of the song Home that Hiro sang about (his) family.
歌いだしで泣き崩れたHiroを支えたのは、メンバーとオーディエンスの声だった。
There were the voices of the (band) members and the audience, that supported Hiro who had broken into tears crying, by singing out (with him).
Hiroは声を震わせながら、情感たっぷりに歌唱し、歌い終わると泣き崩れた。
Hiro, while trembling his voice, singing full of emotion, broke down crying when he finished singing.
At the end of the song, (bringing) into completion the Budokan stage (concert), Hiro left the words,
“Papa, Mama, can you hear my voice? Someday, from the bottom of my heart, no matter what, I hope there will be the day that the 5* of us will gather,”.
* “the 5 of us" ~ Papa, Mama, Taka, Tomo & Hiroki
My thoughts
I have always wondered how Hiro feels looking at his close buddy Teruki who has happily married parents. Sadness? Envy? Longing?
At the time of the interview, 20 years older to him would be about 42 years old …….
Wah! XD Feel so good getting older now. This is not an alternate universe yo! Who would have thought that I stand better to him than those gorgeous underaged ViVi models, eh? XD
But reality check. Hiro is from Japan where women in their 40s look like these…..
Yes, Tomoko (middle pic) of Tommy Heavenly6 fame already entered her 40s. Doesn’t she look amazing? (^_-)
Oh, well. Reality is like gravity that pulls you back down to the ground XD
* Transcription of Hiro’s answer was mostly caught by my ears with a bit of checking with Tomo-chan. Translation, comments & editing by me. I mean, those white text words are my thoughts and the blue text is Hiro’s words XD
Been going through some stuff lately and today was the worst part of it. I've been feeling touched deprived and felt the need to write about someone that, I felt, was as well. I am also planning on doing a Hawks version, well maybe. Writing this one however made me feel a little better.
Dabi x Reader, No warnings, just fluff.
Being new in the LoV had its downs. Everyone had already bonded and had trust in each other. You were the second female in the group. You had an interesting quirk, one that was useful to the villains. They try to include you, but your introverted ways keep you from really socializing with them. However, you stuck around. At least you knew you were safe.
Everyone had jobs today, except you and Dabi. He was a quiet guy and the more you tried to study him, you were intrigued by him. You watched as Toga bounced toward the door and patted Dabi on the head. You noticed the grimace and the hate behind the touch. Another curious mark to make in your Dabi study. Did he just not like to be touched, or did he not like Toga's touch?
You watched as his body relaxed on the sofa. How the silence filled the room between both of you, almost like a thick sludge that caused you to remain still, almost unable to breathe. Then, piercing icy blue eyes shifted in your direction.
You cough because you suddenly remember to breathe. When you finally were able to calm the cough attack, you gazed over at him, and his brow was quirked upward, clearly confused at your sudden outburst. "Sorry… I.. Um.. choked on my saliva.." You figured that excuse was much better than, 'I got lost in your eyes and forgot to breathe.'
However, your excuse got a--was that a smile? No, smirk? You wanted to squint to get a better look, but his features were already back to what they were prior. You decided to do something nice, yeah, unheard of in the LoV apparently, but what the Hell. You moved to the fridge, removed a bottle of water, and sighed at the assortment of drinks. Of course, they couldn't make this easy, could they? You wanted to surprise him with your generosity, so you winced and picked a soda. Soda? Would he like sodas?
You shut the door and walked toward the living room, deciding to hold up both. If he chose the water, you'd just settle for the soda. You'd survive. He went for the soda, you smiled, but he did not. "Y/N." You said in a soft tone. "Dabi right?" He twisted the cap off of the bottle and drank in silence. You frown. Okay, this was going to be harder than you thought. Without opening it, you sat the water down on the table.
You moved back against the couch, your left shoulder pressed against the cushion as one leg was tucked under the other so you could sit at an angle. "What if…" You said softly. "I can… make you laugh?"
"Not interested."
Woah! He spoke. HE CAN SPEAK! His voice was amazing. You needed to hear more. "No, hear me out. If I can make you laugh, you have to…" You quickly tried to think of something, anything. ".. Let me hug you."
He scoffed at you. "No. Although, that almost made me laugh at the stupidity of it."
You couldn't help your excitement as his words spilled out again. Your excitement however caused Dabi to ease back a little. This gave you a hint to tone it down. Which you tried to do. "I seriously think I can make you laugh."
"I doubt it."
"Then if you doubt it, accept my terms. Give me one try and if I get any bit of a smile, chuckle, or laugh, I get to hug you."
His eyes locked on yours. You two stared at each other for two minutes before he sighed. "Fine. One chance."
Oh, the challenge was on! You knew he didn't believe you could do it, and honestly, you didn't have much faith in yourself either, but one shot. You thought a moment and then remembered the almost laugh you thought you saw earlier. It was the best shot you had. Would it work?
"Okay!" You said as you clasped your hands together. "Over there when I started choking. I didn't choke on my spit." This got his attention, causing his brow to raise in question. "You looked at me and your eyes took my breath away…" He stopped a moment and then finished with a small laugh. "I had to remember to breathe!"
Dabi just blinked at you. "You… forgot to breathe…?"
You started to laugh as you realized how stupid it was. You started to lean your head into the cushion, laughing hard. "When--When I realized that I wasn't breathing, I started choking!"
He smirked. He smirked! "You are stupid, huh?" He let one laugh out. "To think someone makes you forget to breathe."
"You laughed! I heard it."
"…."
"…!"
"Get it over with." He finally said, lifting his soda to his lips where he took a drink. You waited for him to drink his soda and then as he lowered it back down to the table, you moved closer to him and wrapped your arms around his neck. You leaned down and hugged him lightly. You could hear his breath catching, this caused a smile to flow over your lips.
"Don't forget to breathe."
He laughed again. "I'm not as stupid as you."
You didn't take anything he said to heart, to be honest, the tone he said it in didn't seem as if it was anything other than a joke, a tease. "You laughed again."
"So I did."
"I guess I need to hug longer."
"…. that wasn't a part of the deal."
"When has the LoV ever followed the rules.."
There was silence between the both of you, but he didn't push you away. You remained against his chest, your head lying on his shoulder. You oddly felt comfortable. He oddly felt comfortable. He wanted to hate this, but the so-called hug was something didn't know he needed.
Dabi had noticed how you didn't flinch when it came to where you laid against him. How you continued to huddle up against him, arms around his shoulders. You didn't cringe at the sight of his massive scars that covered over half of your body. Why weren't you disgusted? He would curl his fingers into a fist, feeling the frustrations of this whole situation build up, however, you still didn't move.
He could grab you by the shirt and throw you, but--
As you lay there, breathing softly, content, his mind began to wonder. Was this that bad? He wasn't used to someone that just wanted to touch him, to hug him. Toga clung to him, but it was always her need for attention and his blood. This? There was nothing other than the need to touch.
He finally gave in, his hand lifted to touch your back. It was warm to the touch, almost too warm as if he had just extinguished his fire. He still didn't speak, only closed his eyes. The silence between you two was comforting. His need to feel affection from someone, even a touch, and your need to give that to him.
He felt the buzz, and instead of moving you, he shifted under you and fished his phone out of his pocket. A soft grumble seemed to vibrate in his throat, his eyes closing for a moment. "Toga. She's coming back."
This caused a groan to escape you in protest. You pulled back from him and for a moment you two stared at each other. You felt his hand on your arm, a light grasp as if to hang onto you just a little longer. "Next time, maybe without having to make you laugh?"
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