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Ultra old ek ch150 animation that’s literally just a study of the art style by redrawing the panels lmao
I’m never finishing so I might as well post it here
mob psycho x soul eater hhhhjghfgh
reigen: he's a meister, serizawa is his weapon and he's like a fucking umbrella or smth
mob: also a meister. his weapon is ritsu and he is a death scythe
teruki: he's a weapon, probably a katana or smth
shou: probably a meister but i cant think of anyone who'd be his meister so for now he's a weapon, a big ass sword like ragnarok
okay i cant think of anything else this is all i got </3
The Only Exception; Bill Skarsgard
(I wrote this listening to Paramore’s “The Only Exception” so go listen to that while you read :))
When I was younger I saw my daddy cry And curse at the wind He broke his own heart And I watched As he tried to reassemble it
Love is not something she had ever believed in. The disney princesses and fairy tales of her youth didn’t make her swoon over perfectly imaginary princes and beasts that became beautiful men with a single kiss. That was not the the life she had been born into.
He had left them. She was eleven - old enough to grasp the basic concept but not old enough to really understand the sadness behind it. Her mother had spent plenty of nights holding her tight and trying to suppress her tears. At that point, they were all the other had.
There was a time in her middle teen years, she was almost fifteen, where he had tried to reenter the picture. He wanted to make himself a main fixture even though he had been gone for years. She had missed him, but her mother would never allow it. Never again.
And my momma swore That she would never let herself forget And that was the day that I promised I'd never sing of love If it does not exist, but darlin’
She had hardened in her late teens and early twenties. Her mother had learned from her own mistakes and taught her daughter not to fall for men that were perfect on paper but gave suspicious vibes when you met them face to face. She had convinced herself that she was immune to love, that these “evil” men couldn’t touch her because she knew their type.
Until she met one, or so she thought.
You are, the only exception You are, the only exception
His piercing green eyes locked on hers from across the bar. She was throwing back a shot of straight vodka when she caught his eye. Long flowing locks, dark eyes, she was beautiful. He was completely captivated.
He had to introduce himself. Pushing himself from the barstool, he crossed the room and leaned against the bar next to her. Her eyes refused to meet his own.
“This is probably fucking ridiculous, and i’m so sorry for it, but I felt like I needed to introduce myself to you.” He spoke. She still refused to meet his eyes, knowing she had captured him. This wasn’t new to her.
“Now you have,” she spoke, “head back to your side of the bar.”
“If that’s what you want, I will absolutely do that. I just want you to know that you are insanely beautiful and anyone would be lucky to get to know you on a deeper level. I hope you have a wonderful night.”
He didn’t push it. He simply spoke his words and did what she asked by stepping away.
This type of thing wasn’t out of the ordinary for her. She could easily pull men in. It wasn’t often that they were so respectful of her space. He wasn’t crude with his compliments and his green eyes had made engrained themselves in her thoughts.
“Wait,” she hesitated slightly, this was unfamiliar territory, “what is your name?”
“Bill.”
He gave her a small smile and took the stool next to her.
“Can I buy your next drink?”
She cursed herself for it, but she said yes.
Maybe I know, somewhere Deep in my soul That love never lasts And we've got to find other ways To make it alone But keep a straight face
“You’re so annoying,” she smiled into his kiss as he pushed the button up she had been wearing down her arms, placing soft kisses on her neck and chest.
“You love it though.”
His lips tended to that spot on her neck that drove her crazy.
They had been together for several months now. It was the first time she really felt like a relationship actually mattered. Bill was someone that she could count on for pretty much anything, if she was being truthful to herself.
He spent a lot of time on set, but he never failed to communicate with her and she felt like she could truly trust him. There was always that thing in the back of her mind though.
Her mother had always told her. Her father had showed her. She knew that she could not trust most men. Most men. She didn’t know if Bill fell under the “most” category.
She didn’t want to know. As much as she hated it, she was falling in worst way.
And I've always lived like this Keeping a comfortable, distance And up until now I had sworn to myself that I'm content With loneliness
“You’re sure you don’t want time apart while you’re filming?” She asked, her nails digging into her palms.
“Of course not,” he pressed a kiss to her forehead, “just because I won’t be here physically doesn’t mean anything will change.”
“You don’t have to lie. I’ll honestly be fine if you want a break from this.”
“What are you on?” His beautiful features twisted into a smirk, “I don’t want a break from any part of you. Which means I expect plenty of risqué video calls.”
He smiled fully now, and hugged her hard.
“You’ll be visiting me in a few weeks. I am already looking forward to it, and already missing you.”
Because none of it was ever worth the risk But, you are, the only exception You are, the only exception You are, the only exception You are, the only exception
She couldn’t ignore the tears that slid down her cheeks as she hugged him tight and wished him a safe flight to his next set.
A year ago she would have laughed in the face of this girl. This girl who was so fixed on someone that wasn’t a guarantee. This girl who knew better.
I've got a tight grip on reality But I can't let go of what's in front of me here I know you’re leaving in the morning, when you wake up Leave me with some kind of proof it's not a dream, oh
She had been met by someone on set rather than Bill.
“He wanted to pick you up himself but he’s very busy.”
She thought of how her mother would have disapproved of this and tried to push the thought aside.
The drive to where Bill was filming was just under twenty minutes. She willed herself not to be nervous, even though she was scared out of her mind.
What if he had found someone else? Or lost interest? Or just didn’t give a fuck about her anymore?
Her father had decided stop loving her mother one day. What if she was next in line? She bit the inside of her cheek as the car pulled up the hotel.
He opened the door and practically dragged her out of her seat, pulling her into a hug so tight she coughed.
“Sorry,” his smile was a mile wide, “I just missed you so fucking much. I wanted to pick you up myself but I had some extra shit to film and couldn’t get away.”
“It’s fine,” she smiled and took him in.
It had been a few weeks but he was just as striking as he had been when she wished him well before his flight, not that she expected him not to be. His green eyes sparkled and his full lips curved into a smile when she told him a funny story about a random event that had happened during one of her work days.
Looking at him, there was a feeling she couldn’t quite place. It was something strong, but there was a hint of fear behind it.
You are, the only exception
And I'm on my way to believing Oh, and I'm on my way to believing.
They were sitting in a cozy booth at a restaurant near the hotel Bill, and now she, had called home for the duration of filming.
She tried to play it cool, but he could feel the tension falling off her.
“Are you ok?” He asked, his eyes locking with hers.
This was it. She knew how she felt and she couldn’t stop herself from finding out if it was mutual.
“Do you love me?”
She couldn’t help it. She hadn’t even planned on asking in such a deliberate way, the words just erupted from her mouth like hot lava.
He was silent for a moment, his expression neutral and unchanging before his lips curved upward and his eyes warmed.
“More than you know.”
i’m in such a bad mood that my writing is suffering rip me
god we shouldve known this was gonna happen when all this herizen bs went down,,, cursed timeline
nnnngggaaaah i’ve been trying to get paypal set up and i finally got through all the verification stuff, but now when i try to actually use it, it asks me to do a security check with my phone, which is like. normal.
BUT.
it doesn’t list my number. the number that I’ve registered and verified as mine with paypal, doesn’t show up in the options. it asks me to add a new number. i type in the phone number, that paypal knows is mine, and it says “This number doesn’t appear to be registered to your name. Please try again.” and it doesn’t let me complete the transaction.
I sent in a support ticket, got a completely useless auto-generated email, sent in another email explaining that the previous email was completely irrelevant, and got a phone call (that i couldn’t pick up because I was at work) and a message saying that I should call back some time to get help with verification.
except. i’m already verified?? verification is not the problem. the problem is that Paypal is adamantly denying information that it already has. im so pissed about this. holy. shit.
"Say what's on your mind, Nurse."
"Well, it...I can't help but notice you haven't...fixed the wall yet."
"Just taking a few notes on the infrastructure. Seeing what can be added on to. Reinforced."
"So you are up to something,” she says softly.
"I'm not going to ask. I have a feeling I wouldn't like it, anyway."
"Because you've got this weird 'blasphemy' thing going on, or because it's probably a bad idea?" you respond, a little too sharply.
"I know you have this awful image built up in your head..." she says, trying to be patient.
"Yeah, it's all in my head. Sure. Abettor's perfectly fine. You-"
"He isn't that bad, Architect!"
"Really."
"I just think there's a better way to go about this."
"Like what?”
“Is there some secret other door I don't know about? Anyone got a hidden power that can save us? There's nothing else we can do! We're stuck here unt-
