† Aoboo †
  • Everyone Else in Fandom: *theorizes, makes awesome graphics, writes amazing fanfic, analyzes source material*
  • Me: *runs around in circles waving arms until the next episode*

grolia:

Gekkan Shoujo Nozaki-kun, everyone.

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In this world, there are only two kinds of people. Those who steal, and those who are stolen from. And today, i steal your future…

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brogeoisie:

gekkan shoujo floating heads

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crowmunist:

nialltargaryen:

school

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college

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work

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fuTURE

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HONOR

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Put 5 characters in my ask and I’ll put them in my preference order

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hasuyawwn:

haven’t been able to draw and then when i do, more puppies OTLLLL

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de-rock-goddess:

tastefullyoffensive:

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IVE NEVER DONE SO MUCH DAMAGE WITH ONE FINGER 

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  • rin: man sousuke... im so sad about what happened with haru... i just need a good shoulder to cry on..
  • sousuke: yeah about that

maneth985:

harzilla:

fallen-angel-with-a-shotgun:

dajo42:

if you dont have me on facebook you are probably not missing out on any posts but the comment section is important too lmao

I went to the Renaissance faire dressed as a warrior.  I had a real sword with me, too.  I was standing (in character) next to a sword-fighting ring, where kids of all ages got the chance to pick up a sword and challenge the champion.  Some woman walks by, with her little girl.  The girl starts walking towards the ring, saying she wants to fight.  But the mom pulled her away hella sharply, and was like, “That’s for boys.”  You don’t want to be a BOY, do you?”    And the girl looked around and saw me.  I think she thought I was a boy; I had my hair in a ponytail, and was wearing a hood.  So she comes up to me and asks me, “Do you think girls can be fighters, too?”  And her mom looks like she’s silently gloating.  Like she thinks I’m going to say no.  So I take off my hood, untie my hair so that it flows freely, and kneel before her.  And I’m like, “Milady, anyone can be a fighter.”  I swear, the look on that mother’s face made my day.

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