#i'm fired

[nnihilnovum]

Who scheduled this "vacation"????? 4 days in Oregon, one night home, then 3 days at COTA???

[blog-sliverofjade]

[Adam’s stance on swearing]

Ben: Holy shit! Hellhounds!!

Adam: Watch your language.

Ben: Right, sorry. Holy shit! Heckhounds!

Heckin' good doggo!

[psychewritesbs]

Me: *does an hour of work*

Also me: oh god I need a break stat

[writinghannibal]

Yea, why not?

Dear Anon,

I apologize for the rather improper answer given you by my secretary. I assure you, it will not happen again.

As to your initial request to fight... it has been some time since I had a dinner party.

[firebirdsdaughter]

Random Writing Tidbit I ANGST-PROOFED MY HOUSE...

... BUT IT STILL GOT IN!

I’m sorry.

I have no excuse for this other than it wouldn’t leave me alone.

This show really needs to get here, or I am just gonna end up imagine writing the whole thing before the first episode! (‘imagine writing’ is imagining a story w/out actually writing it I just made the term up it’s not an actual thing)

Kou is trying to pretend he’s not crying.

He’s not doing a very good job of it either—but if there’s one thing Touwa’s learned it’s that Kou can’t hide his emotions even if his life depends in it, so it’s no surprise, really. It’s especially obvious when he compares it to his brother’s demeanour, which he’s long been adept at reading.

But if they weren’t like that, Kou wouldn’t be Kou, and Nii-san wouldn’t be Nii-san—and he prefers them both the way they are.

Melt looks like part of him wants to cry, but the other parts are focused on staying calm.

Seems even he can’t keep a stiff upper lip at this, though he can sit and stare at a book with the same expression for hours. It’s two different things, Touwa supposes. It’s not like Melt’s emotionless or anything—though he’s sometimes confusing and says the opposite the tacit cues his behaviour gives out.

He’d once joked that maybe Melt like puzzles because he was one himself, and would still swear he’d heard RyusoulBlue laugh.

Asuna has apparently decided dignity is for the weak, and is sobbing without restraint.

She’s never been hard to read, either, but less due to being incapable of hiding her feelings and more because she’s never been afraid to, or seen any reason to do so. Asuna can be insensitive by accident, think about things in a way completely different from everyone else, and sometimes forgets her own strength—but always trustworthy and honest to the core.

He can’t understand the words she’s saying now, mostly blubbering and sniffling, but somehow, her hand motions are speaking clear as day.

No one has noticed either of them yet. His brother has propped himself up against the wall in the corner, watching the whole scene almost as impassively as usual—just with a tiny smile tugging at his frown; but Touwa can also see a slightly darker look in his eyes than usual, and his shoulders are slightly slumped. Two opposite emotions at war.

Happy they’re happy again, but also apprehensive of what else this means.

They’d known months ago. When they’d chosen to turn their backs on the village and head out on their own, they’d both been well aware it meant cutting all ties and never going back. Originally, it hadn’t been an issue—they were all each other had, there was nothing to leave behind. No regrets.

Until now.

Who asked these three to come and go and leave them like this?

Something brushes his shoulder, and he looks up to see that his brother had crossed to room to stand beside him, with his back deliberately to everyone else. He jerks his head once—indicating away. He doesn’t really say anything, not even mouthing the words, but the message is clear—one Touwa’s been dreading, even though he’s done his best to prepare for it in the past few weeks.

It’s time.

They’d known it would come to this, in the end. No matter what happened between them, what bonds they made, or how close they all became, they’d always known. It had made them still struggle to create a rift, even as it was filled in, a dark cloud over whatever other joy there was. A fear that had made him wish, just for a moment, that the fighting wouldn’t stop, could go on forever, just as long as the five of them could stay together.

But the truth had always been there, hanging unspoken in the air—very palpable to the two of them, though the others never seemed to realise.

That, one day, the those three would go somewhere they could never follow.

He meets his older brother’s eyes for a moment, then glances back at the others. He wants to say something, but he more than agrees with the decision his brother made when they sensed the moment approaching, that a clean break would be easier for all of them.

No goodbyes. Not this time.

He follows his brother in silence, slipping away into the scenery.

Eventually, though, he has to ask. “Do you think we’ll ever see them again?” The only answer is a shrug, though his brother’s eyebrows knit together a little deeper. It’s enough to make him speak again, coming slowly to a halt. “… It was nice while it lasted, though, wasn’t it? To… To have somewhere to belong again? To have… Family, again. At least for a little while?” A few paces ahead, his brother stops and looks over his shoulder. After a moment of his usual frown, he turns and walks back over.

Touwa feels an arm around his shoulders—then is pulled into his brother’s chest in a tight hug; a rare sign of affection from someone like Nii-san. He reaches up and hugs back, not wanting to waste the chance and needing the comfort.

“… Yes.” He feels his brother’s voice rumble in his chest at the same time he hears the words above him, murmured into his hair. “… It was nice.”

And once more, all they have is each other.

But this time they have to carry the memories of the ones they’re leaving behind.

AM I FIRED YET? (alternatively, Toei, hire me!)

[claihn]

Best Wishes for the New Year!

A huge thank you to all my friends and followers for your support and encouragement, whether it’s a friendly wave, a little heart on my dash or the lovely creations you post on your own tumblr. It has definitely helped me grow and pushed me to continue writing with aspirations to do more in the future. (Maybe art? o_o)  I genuinely look forward to what amazing stories, creations and positivity all of you will bring next year.  I’d also like to give a little extra shout to my RP partners who gave me a chance this year and continue to indulge my greedy RP addiction. (I DON’T HAVE A PROBLEM. I CAN STOP WHEN I WANT.) It’s been absolutely amazing and most importantly, fun to weave up stories and see where our crazy characters go. I look forward to what will happen next AND to the new people I might get to RP with in the future!

All of you please keep being your wonderful selves! A whole new year is coming up and you bet your rear I’ll be hoping it suits you well. Remember that it’s okay to treat yourself and if things get tough, it’s also completely fine to take a breath and focus on the little things that you can do to get through the day. 

Lain is rooting for you!

I hope-no, DEMAND to see more awesome stuff in the future!  Now it’s time to drink and say goodbye to the eight and hello to the nine. o7 

[freethesnowglobes]

It was a good ndk

[lunar-powered]

If Gregg was a Transformer, he'd be called Optimus Crimes. (BumbleBea would also be a thing).