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[[ M!A: N/A ]] ( Independent RP and Ask Blog for Kyoya Ootor, fresh out of highschool.)

[siquia-blog]

I’m just gonna leave this here while I feels in a corner.

[bobbylives-deactivated20140211]

I’ve seen a lot of this guy and his good deeds on my dashboard. It got me curious as to who he is.

I did a little research and found out that his name is Andrew Ducote.

He no longer works for Disneyland on a count of the fact that they didn’t want him playing Peter Pan anymore because he was getting wrinkles under his eyes. They offered him another job at the park but he refused. He liked being Peter Pan and he didn’t want another position. 

He ended up getting married to a girl named Hali Gaskins who played Wendy at the park. 

His twitter.

I know that I can’t be the only one who was curious about him. Hence this post.

[fuckyeah-nerdery]

The fandom that was too late.

[diemeowderkatze]

I AM SORRY BUT THIS IS WHY I AM EMBARRASSED TO BE AN AMERICAN. IF A HIJAB THAT DORNS THE AMERICAN FLAG PATTERN IS NOT ACCEPTABLE BUT SKIMPY ASS BIKINIS OR WEARING THE FUCKING ACTUAL FLAG IS ACCEPTABLE, JUST BECAUSE THE PERSON IS WHITE, I WANT TO FUCKING THROW UP.

(I don’t have a thing against Audrey Kitching, she was just merely and example). 

But this fucking disgusts me right here. It makes me want to say, fuck this country and its racism and double standards. 

[thenapturalone]

I LITERALLY FUCKING CAN NOT

[knowledgeequalsblackpower]

Give her a bullet to the head for walking down the street, minding her own business??  And they think SHE’S the terrorist. 

[stfueverything-deactivated20230]

^bolding for emphasis. 

[stfusexists-blog]

I want someone to force Bill Maher to read all of these comments 100 times the next time he goes on and on about how the US treats women sooo much better than those evil Muslim countries. Because it seems to me that we have plenty of people foaming at the mouth to treat Muslim women like shit here in the good ol’ US of A.

[fuckyeah-nerdery]

You mean there’s a racist and sexist double standard? I’m shocked!

[commeowdore-blog]

[iamsemicolon-deactivated2023072]

Unforseen, Unexpected, and Unwanted Company

[thecoolmother-blog]

He gave a thin smile, but he was in no mood to fake his feelings. It was business, of course- he wouldn’t be here for any other reason. But his day was not one that held any intimate joys. “Good morning, Miss. Amendier,” he greeted easily. “Would you have a moment to step outside?” Kyoya wasn’t going to ask to go into her home, since he knew that the woman wasn’t very keen on him. Why? That was a question that seemed to hang in the air upon thinking about it.

Kyoya was unnaturally restless, shifting on his feet during the lapse of silence. His grip on his laptop bag tightened and loosened and he kept himself from tapping his foot as he waited for the woman’s answer. If they were going to have a little spat, then he’d just leave and go about his business to let the woman calm down.

Obviously she was not in the best of moods and neither was he. Spare them both the trouble.

[iamsemicolon-deactivated2023072]

“Don’t be silly, four-eyes, get your ass inside,”  Kate shook her head, reaching forward and grabbing Kyoya by the wrist and dragging him inside.  One look at the boy could tell her that he had something on his mind.  Normally the demon vice president was cool and collected, but his behavior was anything but calm.

“Hey, Ootori-kun,”  Kurt waved at the boy as he stood up, his hand pointing towards the stairs, “I’m going to leave you two alone.  Considering it’s Host Club business, I’m certain I really don’t want to be around to hear it.”

Kurt patted Kate on the shoulder, kissing her on the cheek before regally making his way upstairs.  Kate’s eyes locking on Kurt’s backside for a few seconds until he slipped out of sight, and she shook her head to rid herself of the distraction both her fiance’s graceful form and the taste of salt and collarbone on her lips gave her.

“Come on in and sit down,”  Kate sighed as she walked towards the couch, gesturing to the chair to the left of her as she sat down, “Considering tomorrow’s Monday, I’m certain that whatever it is couldn’t wait?  You’re one of the brightest and most organized people I know—save for moi—so something must be going on.  What’s up, kiddo?”

((It’s so weird RPing with a Kyoya!  But I’m glad we’re finally getting to RP together now!  Poor guy seems to have something serious.  Oh, and just to clear things up, Kate doesn’t particularly like Kyoya, but he’s one of her boys and she does care about him.  Mostly it’s out of ignorance of his character.  I wanted to leave room in my description for her to grow as a character. ^-^))

[thecoolmother-blog]

The suddenness of her actions had been lost upon him. He had Tamaki as his best friend, Hikaru and Karou as constant companions- one had to be used to jarring touches around that bunch. Following the woman inside, he looked to her fiance and gave a smile, actually attempting to let some of his pleasure leak out. "Hello, Mr. Hisugawa," he greeted, honorifics gone from his system as he reverted to language class. As the older man made his way upstairs, Kyoya became focused on Kate once again although he too well knew her mind had drifted off to other places. Understandable. She had the sex drive of a new dildo- if that made any sense.Thanking her with a nod, he seated himself and crossed his legs with a smile. It dropped soon after, however- he couldn't keep up his front with a headache like this. "We have a problem in finances. The printing agency has..." His jaw tightened. "Fucked up, majorly, on those issues ordered for the event next week, the caterers are running behind on material and food both and I am.. close to bursting, I think, a hernia." Among many concerns. Soon followed a pure spit of financial issues and problems that would arise if they took any shortcuts and the outcomes of the audience in attendance if they didn't deliver on what they had implemented. On what he had implemented. The frustration was clear and understandable to anyone who could follow it (and since the mun is a simple young old hag who doesn't know how to explain financial jibber-jabber, I'll leave it to my partner to just illustrate how catastrophic this all is oh woe WOOOOE.) After rattling off everything on his mind that he would concern Kate, he sighed deeply. "I already visited two of the companies earlier this morning and both are not going to be able to fully deliver on their orders by the time we need it. I've gone out to just get the decorations and make some of them myself, but we really need to do something. I really need to do something, rather, but I need your help on how to handle this situation accordingly. A list of things already need to get done and somehow I--" He pursed his lips.

Spit it out.

Do it, Kyoya.

"I don't.. I don't know, exactly, how to approach this mess. And try not to let it on to the others- I can't have them worrying. I really can not." [[ Don't worry, I know! I read the relationship page and everything, so I understand! ]]

[squaregiraffes]

[thecoolmother-blog]

Licks face.

Kaoru, no.

[panfans]

[thecoolmother-blog]

I love how this Disneyworld Peter Pan fandom has risen out of nowhere

[marvelpoison]

June 11 2013 was a good day.

[blackmalemodels]

Double: Isaac Sullivan (Beatrice Models) shot by Matteo Felici for Fashionisto Exclusive

[picnicwine]

all i really want is a cute bad boy who’s kind of an asshole but is really sweet to me and calls me babe and lets me wear his leather jacket and runs his hands through my hair and make out with me while leaning against his cool car and he gets in fights and his face is bleeding and i help him clean up and then we make out more and in public he puts his hand in my back pocket. i could go on for days

[myrosecolouredgirl]

yes i would like to date Dean Winchester too

[thecoolmother-blog]

So a Greaser, then?

[senyahearts]

Alexander McQueen - Fall 2013

[fauphisto-moved-deactivated2017]

Harry Clarke, an Irish illustrator, created highly detailed and dark works for many storybooks.

Illustrations from Faust, Edgar Allan Poe's stories and a few fairy tales.

[hyeongkon-blog]

a tale of souls and swords eternally retold

[refreshingtakashi-archive-blog]

Business or Pleasure? | Mori & Kyoya

[refreshingtakashi-archive-blog]

Can’t. The word pierced through him like a knife. Can’t. It was as if a bucket of icy water had been dumped over his head. Can’t.Was that the sound of his heart shattering into a million irreparable pieces? Takashi’s mind went blank as a slate and his body went slack. Of course. It had been too much to hope for, hadn’t it? He knew it had been so why did he feel so completely rotten and hollow to the core?

He put up no resistance when Kyoya pushed him away, rolling onto his back on the mattress eyes tracing imaginary patterns on the white plaster ceiling. All the fight was sucked out of his body leaving him empty. Not even hope clung to his skin. Once, just once, did he wish that his friend dropped his guard unreservedly and utterly around him. Surrendered without caring about the consequences. 

I would never let you down.

But some things had to be taken slowly. Kyoya had improved over the years—that much was clear—but he was still unwilling to wholly give himself to anyone. Control was his vice that he was loathe to give up; giving anyone that much power over him was an alien concept. Yet… Mori knew he held some sway in his friend’s life. He held a little piece of his soul in his hands which was better than nothing at all. But he would not stop until he had all of Kyoya’s beautiful soul in his hands.

Why won’t you let me be yours?

Shaking his head to clear the cotton that seemed to have amassed, Mori felt something akin to peace wash over him; he would wait as long as it took for the younger man to come around be it months or even years. He pushed himself off the bed slowly and picked up his own shirt from the floor and donned it. There was no point in staying if he was to be alone. That would just be too depressing.

Onyx eyes wandered over to where his friend was dressing himself hurriedly, face averted. Almost out of habit he walked over silently and placed a gentle hand on the other’s shoulder turning him so that they were face to face. No words were spoken as he took it upon himself to button Kyoya’s shirt one button at a time and finally folding his stray collar down. It would be a lie to say that he didn’t let his fingers linger unnecessarily against the the other’s clavicle before dropping his arm to his side.

“Care to return the favour?” he asked, voice quiet and teasing. Without waiting for an answer, Takashi turned away to pick up his discarded trousers and proceeded to continue to dress himself hoping—wishing—that Kyoya would come over and use his slim, nimble fingers to dress him. It was a surprisingly intimate act when one would think that the opposite—undressing—would be more so.

[thecoolmother-blog]

The silence of it all made his throat constrict, as if his body was voluntarily acting out his erratic thoughts. Or getting its revenge on what was denied. He paused in his movements to swallow down a lump, and continued, fingers clumsy, hands clammy as he pulled on his trousers. It was getting easier to control himself now, when he accepted what he'd done. The end of it all. And that's what it should remain as. Even though it saddened him to the deepest core, put a strain in his heart, hurt him so deeply, Kyoya reveled in his decision.

The pain was deserved; the end was reward enough, right? Sure, there was a prize lost- such a great person, a probable fracture to a long-friendship.. But that was just a bruise in the masterplan. Right? So why was it so hard to convince himself of that? This was right for him. It was his punishment; he was deserving of this denial of.. of something so good and nice.

He didn't hear the rustle of the sheets as Takashi got up. He didn't hear his approach, and stood there, silently, as the man did his shirt. Looking after him, he lingered around for a bit, pausing at the door before going back after a minute or so of their silence. "You could never get your knots right," he murmured, voice hoarse and quiet. He pulled and straightened, smoothing the fabric down before picking up his things. Kyoya looked up at the older man, and gave him a nod, quickly turning on his heel and briskly leaving.

His goodbye lingered in the air unspoken. Kyoya didn't look back. Not then. He knew that if he did, he wouldn't be able to ever leave again.

[thecoolmother-blog]

"Maa~ it's always 'later, later' with you, Senpai," Kaoru said with a pout idly twirling the glasses in his hand, "you're really no fun. Play with me now and I'll give you your glasses back." He pocketed Kyoya's glasses with a smirk and rocked back onto his heels as he waited for an answer.

Hmph. Silly thing. He measured good enough, and his hand snapped out to pull Karou to his side. Around and down, pinning his wrists to the edge. Holding them in one hand, his hand stroked Karou's side, and gave his head a pat, before casually sliding into the devil's pocket and retrieving his spectacles.

"Happy now?"

[thecoolmother-blog]

"Eh~ Not particularly, more like bored~" He continued to watch what Kyoya was doing on the computer as he rested his head on his shoulder. On a spur of the moment decision he decided to hijack the other's glasses with a triumphant cackle. "Wanna play with me, Kyoya-senpai?" he called as he dangled the glasses from a curled finger.

He paused, fingers hovering above the keys. A twitch of amusement tugged at his lips as a muscle in his neck leaped out from irritation. Turning slightly, he opened his palm. "Karou, we'll play later. Now give me those," he said smoothly.