#yeah fam

[mangorumpuscandyfactory]

*Touch doesn’t scare me. Being given no choice in trusting who touches me scares me.

[grey-tones]

Are we bonding over gay? Cause, like,mood.

Fjskkckfk gay solidarity

[b0bsy0urunc1e]

Muse and Edgar as females, cuz, you know

[sepiasswirl]

okay so i’ve decided i do want to go to america again. i visited oregon and seattle with my mom when i was smol but over the years i really disliked the idea of going back in any way tbh. but! i have found One Place that i would like to visit

‘tis the magical massachusetts 

[thesweateristoobig]

Hey guys!

So some good and bad news.  I’ve been working hard on trying to level myself out lately, some of you might know from a good look at my twitter page (well... only the ones who have seen that shit storm of rage/anger/depression/etc. and if you don’t believe me or them XDD https://twitter.com/Sonomichii it’s an open account XD) Since my mom died (2 years ago in February) I have been a bit of a mess, but I’m starting to figure out that there are certain things that really fuel it...and so now I need to clean up the mess, block out all the extra noise that I DON’T need in my life and come back to people who have been supportive and who want me around.  It is taking a while, because I need to figure out who is good for me and who isn’t etc. The other day, I literally went through and blocked every account I could think of that was related to Donald Trump on Twitter (including the “potus” account and the accounts of his family members), because that is one point of rage for my life and I don’t need continuous exposure to it. 

I want to get back into my writing like I said last time I posted and my art related stuff. It’s important to me that I continue to make things work for me because if I don’t I’m going to continue to just lay flat and nothing good will come of it. I already starting to feel the depression settle in for the coming holidays and have no desire to celebrate, but I am trying to do my best to be excited for them. I have a trip coming up at the end of this month to go hang out with my Onee-sama in Washington and I am excited for that. Until then, I’m on a hustle to make everything work right. :3 Thank you for all of you who have stuck around even though I’ve been super absent lately, I’m coming back my lovelies :3 

[j-d0ge]

👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀 af

shit ok ik you wanna know that “Dank Skull Vodka Roulette” story and its kinda weird so ye here we go

BUCKLE UP FUCKERS WE’RE GOING ON A JOURNEY OF PERFECT EXAMPLES OF THINGS YOU SHOULD NOT DO

ok well it was prolly November of 2015, so just last year sorta, and I was hanging with my usual squad which is my two friends Kayla and Bogan. I met both of them almost a year ago (wow didn’t realize its been that long) when we all went to Germany for a month together. I got HELLA Deutschland stories but thats not the point rn. Kayla is one year older than me and shes one of my main hoes and Bogdan is legit straight from Ukraine and he is probably the most badass person on the planet (on the inside tho he is a big fucking puppy but he doesn’t need to know I said that) SOWIESO, we were all hanging out in Kayla’s basement where we usually hang out and we were just kinda lightly sippin on some basic stuff. Me and Kayla had mikes hard I think and I forget what Bogdan had. But all of a sudden when it was getting kinda blah and silent Kayla remembers she got these two Vodkas, I don’t know where she got them from and I still don’t to this day. This should’ve been my first hint that we were about to get kinda fucky. The kicker of it was that they didn’t have labels. Well, one did but it was in some language that none us us knew, and between us we speak about 6 languages so that should’ve been clue #2. The other one however was in a skull shaped glass container and it was tricked out with “gems” n such so basically it looked like some wacky ass thing from fucking Pirates of the Caribbean. At this point Bogdan is all in bc its Vodka and as the stereotype states, he is a slut for Vodka. Me and Kayla were a little hesitant bc wtf its foreign with no BAC label and the other one has LITERALLY NO WRITING WHATSOEVER AND ITS A FUCKING BEDAZZLED GLASS SKULL!? And we know thats its original packaging or container bc it had never been opened. Before this we had decided to maybe play Never Have I Ever, but Kayla brought up the idea of playing Vodka Roulette with it. We sipped a cap or so of these Vodkas to test them bc we were all genuinely afraid of the fucking skull one. The weird foreign one was actually good, but as the bottle would suggest, the skull one was DANK AS ALL FUCK! If I had to accurately describe it, I would say that its like a mixture of straight alcohol, legit fire, maybe some kerosene, vinegar, and prolly add in the taste of liquid Robitussen. Point is that is was fucking horrible and made all of us want to absolutely die. So naturally we were all for it. I would not make my worst enemy drink that Vodka, so if you ever by some either curse or miracle find some, DO. NOT. DRINK. IT.

Kayla went and got some water bottles and poured them in each one and we just started playing hot potato or some shit with them to mix the order up. Then the game got underway. The way we made it was that someone picked a bottle and we would all have to put that same one in our glasses, because ya know if one goes down we all go with them. Then after the vodka had been picked we would start the game with 10 fingers up and for every two fingers you put down, you had to take a shot. It was almost a relief when you weren’t the first to put two down bc then you could watch the other person to see what kinda vodka you were in for. The first round we had the good vodka thank god, but the second round we had the shitty one, and unfortunately I was the first to get down to 8 that round.

…..I literally wanted to die, the absolute shock of getting a whole shot of that shit in my mouth when I didn’t expect it at all almost made me vomit right then and there but I somehow stomached it. Now we didn’t know the BACs of either of these bc they weren’t labeled so we had no idea what we were in for. They must’ve been pretty strong bc by round 5 or 6 we were really feelin it. We had gotten the skull vodka 4 times out of 6 though and we just couldn’t do it anymore. It was probably 6 at night at this point and we were hungry but had no food. Now idk why tf we didn’t just order a pizza?? but we didn’t. We opted to DRIVE to the good pizza place 10 or so minuets away. I was somehow the most sober of us so naturally I was elected as the DD (don’t ever drink and drive pls, I may have been just tipsy but don’t do it jfc) but apparently that vodka was not done with us. After we got to the pizza place and each got our slice and embarrassing our asses in front of someone from school, We headed back to Kayla’s. So idk about Kayla and Bogdan, but on the drive back, that shit bitch slapped me so hard and I spiraled quick. I had to hit the breaks quick bc someone cut me off and it felt like someone shot me in the head, John Cena roundhouse kicked my in the face, and someone was putting spoons in the top of my eye sockets all at once. -infinity/infinity would not recommend.So by some miracle we made it back to Kayla’s unscathed and alive. We ended up finding some Yugoslavian shit in Kayla's garage and switched to that lmao. We ate our “special of the day” pizza and Bogdan carved his name into a chair he was sitting in with the knife he always has, Kayla started dancing with Lebron (a mannequin from Sports Authority, but thats another story) to what I’m pretty sure was twenty one pilots, but I honestly don’t really remember and I just sat in the corner on an exercise ball trying not to fall over and I’m pretty sure I had my hood up and it looked like I was having a bad LSD trip. I don’t really remember much that happened after that either because I was just fucking gone or it wasn’t eventful in comparison, probably both, but yeah.

Damn that was long.

Moral of the story: Stay the fuck away from unlabelled alcohol and don’t drink and drive because three people tipsy/drunk on god only knows what all trying to drive a car will not end well 9/10 times (also be careful playing Never Have I Ever because you might just find out that your friend fingered a German girl)

SEND ME A 👀 AND ILL TELL YOU A FUNNY/WEIRD/SCARY STORY THATS HAPPENED TO ME

[lestanjager-blog]

The Other Side of the Coin: Her

“Lestan!” She screamed so hard and loud she actually felt something rip in her throat. “Lestan!” She screamed even louder. She was kicked and scratching at the freaks in front of her, they looked more like monsters than humans. Where was he?? She thought in a panic before a sharp pain in her neck and the world started going fuzzy.

------------------------

She woke up feeling groggy, but Angelica heard the blessed words “Yeah, the bastard with her took out Lenny and George. Guy was fucking vicious so we left him. Good thing we got her out when when he did. He would have killed us too.” 

Good. He got out.

She didn’t know what they wanted but she wanted to cry from relief that Lestan was spared this. 

--------------------

They put her in a cell and injected something into her arm, she asked what it was.

“Doesn’t matter, either way, you’re dead.”

“Tell me, or I will rip your eyes out with my nails, you pig fucker.” She wasn’t playing around.

“It’s the virus, we’re seeing if you’re usable.”

“What are you? Some type of vampire pig fucker?” She asked with a pointed tongue and cold eyes. He didn’t answer and she figured that’s what it was for. She had the vaccine, she needed the extra money so she volunteered for this “New Medical Program.” Angelica felt like she should have known this was coming.

----------

She didn’t get sick, big surprise, but she wasn’t going to be sucked dry by some freak doctors. No, even Frankenstein had more heart than these fuckers. She wasn’t going down without a fight.

Angelica waited until they had the tubing out and ready before she wrapped it around the scientist’s neck, pulling tight and not letting go until his legs stopped moving. She grabbed the syringe full of sedative and his gun and she took off out of the cell, running for something that resembled an exit.

She shot all that tried to stop her and when she ran out of bullets, she threw the gun at someone’s head and kept running. 

Someone grabbed her and tried to restrain her. She just jammed the syringe into his neck and kept moving. The next guy got a good injection of oxygen to his system. He didn’t last long. She was brutal and ruthless. 

It took a team of five men to finally restrain her. The worst was that she saw the exit glowing down the hall. Lestan was just in reach and they ripped him from her. She was crying as they dragged her away.

------------------------------------------------------

They took her a different room and she waited death patiently. They had something else in mind for her. Her display caught their attention. They made the offer that she could join their ranks and fight for them so she could live. She took the deal.

She didn’t take it because she liked them, no, she hated everyone there but there was a chance of finding Lestan if he wasn’t dead. She also made sure that her partners died out in the field as often was possible without raising suspicion about herself. She was going to tear the Venatores by herself or so help her God and she was going to find Lestan. He wasn’t dead, he couldn’t be. He was too smart for that. She let him go once and she wouldn’t do that again. Never ever again.

She couldn’t live without him again. That was a mistake she could not bare again.

I’m coming Love, if it’s the last thing I’ll do, I’m coming for you.

[lweas-blog]