I checked my inbox randomly (because I haven’t received an ask in ages) and I found A WHOLE LOT of asks I never saw--I guess Tumblr didn’t tell me about them. This is just one of them, but, just from taking a quick look, I can see stuff from @terragaiues, @monimena, @bakurue and at least another one from you, Sam.
I’ll try to get to all of these soon, but they’re quite a lot and some will take some work, so please me patient...!
And thanks for considering me a sinnamon roll. I am quite the little shit if I may say so myself.
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No es Alzheimer, es amnesia selectiva aleatoria inducida por los múltiples conocimientos que los profesores tratan de introducir a presión en mi cerebro D: Pero gracias~
Malditos profesores. Mira que querer enseñarnos cosas... ¿Cómo se atreven? >:I
Please write about me (?) because I'm an attention whore and I love the way you see me ;)
Hey, hey, hey, you cheeky little rascal. You asked for the same thing a year ago and you said you weren’t interesting enough to write about. Not to mention that I already talked about you in depth once. Don’t be greedy.
THIS IS A TUMBLR HUG! PASS IT ON TO 10 OF YOUR FAVORITE FOLLOWERS AND DON'T BREAK THE CHAIN! HAVE A LOVELY DAY! ~♡ LOVE YOU
This has been sitting on my inbox for a while, but I wasn’t expecting it to be something this sweet 💙 Thank you very much, I mean it! You made my night~ I wish I had read it before--work would have been much easier to deal with, haha. But I can do all the smiling now, so no worries. <333
If I were dating you we'd play Pokémon every single day and you know it xDD
MY KIND OF GIRLFRIEND. Who needs dates or romantic dinners when you can just be a lazy piece of trash and play Pokémon with your significant other while lying on a couch? Extra points if I constantly get my ass kicked and I still love you, which is very likely to happen.
Which reminds me that you have yet to beat the crap out of me using the Pokémon that I gave you.
Since you told me to love myself some more... your opinion on me? ;)
MY FAVOURITE SUBJECT TO TALK ABOUT.
First of all, in order to talk about you, I probably need to be listening to this.
My opinion of people is usually heavily based on what they remind me of. You remind me of the good old Inazuma days, back when I first got into it and everything was wonderful. You remind me of unfair Pokémon battles where you would kick my ass with your damned Zekrom. You remind me of FFTA, because it’s the only quality thing I have managed to get you into (by now). And, trust me, if you only knew how much I ADORE that game, you would be in rhapsodies after hearing that--I definitely am.
You remind me of your city, because despite how big it is, you (along with the rest of my friends) are the only good thing I found there. You remind me of talks about broken hearts and passions that went nowhere, all of them while sitting at a shitty McDonald’s, away from everyone else. You remind me of art, be it written, painted or sculpted, because I have been with you in front of them all (and you’re a masterpiece yourself). You remind me of K-Pop, for you are the only reason why I ever decided to listen to Super Junior. You remind me of long, silent walks, because there was nothing we needed to say, anyway. You remind me of croquettes, even if I could never really get to taste them. You remind me of the bright colour of your hair, too, and of how heartwarming it was to see you after so long. And, sadly, you remind me of how much I want to hug and smooch you again. Or just, you know, have you around.
Given all of that, it’s pretty obvious that I have you in an extremely high regard. (Okay, but, gosh, seriously, this game’s OST is fantastic. It’s way too epic; I could fight anyone right now and lose) I could talk all day about how wonderful you are, but what would that prove? I could just be making it all up, anyway. Out of all those things I could say, you could only be certain that I’m not lying if I said “I love your boobs,” because, frankly, I love them all (and I wouldn’t say it, anyway, because that’s so uncalled for...in this case). In order to let you know what I think about you, it’s probably way better to resort to actual facts.
When I left my previous Twitter account (because it was full of shit) and stuck exclusively to my new one, meant to talk to all those friends that didn’t understand Spanish, you were one of the extremely few people that I kept in touch with. It’s been years and years since the last time I talked to most of our common friends, but you were always there by my side regardless. It comes to show how much I needed wanted you by my side.
Not to mention that I didn’t just keep in touch with you, but you are also here. Only two people from that phase of my life are following me here now, because I have made sure to not let them know. I don’t want them meddling anymore--I got sick enough of them and I would rather keep them all away. But as I swept everyone else away, I dragged you to my side once again. I think it does say a lot about yourself, too.
Back when we first met in person, I told you something that barely no one else knew at that time: that I was dating someone. Even to this day, two and a half years later, most people aren’t even aware of the fact that I was in a relationship at all. Not only you’re nice to hang out with and talk to--you’re also reliable in a way that needs no reflection whatsoever. I didn’t think about whether it was a good idea or not to tell you: I just knew it was, so I did.
No wonder that you are, considering how supporting you have always been of me and the stuff I do. I still remember how you would read everything I wrote and tell me your thoughts about it. And even when I started working on things you couldn’t understand or simply weren’t into (like my new blog about Inazuma), you kept rooting for me. You know it makes me happy and that’s enough for you to cherish it as well. And yet you ask me why I would do the same for you?
And if you need more evidence of how much I love you, you should re-read that long-ass letter I sent you. I wouldn’t waste so much pen ink and risk myself to a more than possible carpal tunnel just for anyone, you know? Regarding that, you even replied back WITH THE ENVELOPE I GAVE YOU. YOU MADE MY OBSESSIVE HEART VERY HAPPY THAT DAY. It’s stupid, but gosh, was I happy to see it put to use. That’s another good trait of yours: you actually get out of your way to make me happy--and, I assume, everyone else too.
Given all of that, what is my opinion supposed to be, even? I love you so much, of course. There are few people I love as much as I love you, in fact. Gosh, you shouldn’t even need to ask to know that.
