the-secret-ingredient-is-phone:
burned my hand curling my hair today
worth it
Man listen….
i already reblogged this set once and i don’t even care, she’s a fucking pixie goddess and i CAN’T TAKE IT.
I reeeeeeeeeally want my hair to be purple not even kidding.
I honestly am not thrilled that Naoko Takeuchi is working on Sailor Moon Crystal. I dislike a lot of the radically feminist tones of Crystal (I.e., the very blatantly feminist theme song, Tuxedo Mask being written out whenever possible), which I can only assume were her doing.
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I am legit crying with laughter.
Like, who has EVER looked at Sailor Moon and thought “nope, nothing feminist about this here story all about women who are strong and capable and kick ass in heels and nail polish.”?
And of course, Tuxedo Mask being written out of everything totally explains why he’s in every episode and gives Sailor Moon advice and strength, yup yup.“I’m not thrilled that the creator of Sailor Moon is working on Sailor Moon”
lmao
*laughs forever*
This is the only boy who hasn’t experienced any angst, protect him at all cost
I’m silently hoping that he’s this season’s Rei, as in, he says the thing that the angsty characters need to hear and ends up being the giant, lovable hero for the story <3 You go little Mikoshiba, stag beetles and all!
I swear everything I do is going to equal fat to some people.
Have a college degree in English and Women’s Studies? That’s glorifying obesity.
Get an award from my Women’s Studies Department? That’s glorifying obesity.
Get a book published? That’s glorifying obesity.
Get another book published? Double the fat.
A third? Triple cheeseburger!
Two short stories? Super-size me.
Edit books? With a side of fries!
Snuggle with my cats? That’s glorifying obesity.
Plan my wedding? Obesity.
Cosplay? Obesity.
Woodburn? OBESITY!
All these things are bringing me closer to death because everything I do is glorifying obesity and obesity kills and people are just concerned for my well being so obesity obesity OBESITY! No matter what I do there’s always going to be those people who only see the chunkiness of my size instead of my accomplishments, which is why I always say do the things that make you happy, don’t worry about these people. You could invent a way to breathe in space without a helmet and be a godsend to NASA, but these people will still tell you that you’re showing fat people how to be lazy because now they don’t have to put any effort into lifting their arms up to put on the helmet.
Just keep doing you, o.k.?
I haven’t written a headcanon in a million years but whatever.
***
Just push through.
Slow, deep breaths.
Reach forward.
Slowly, carefully.
Don’t wince, don’t let him know, don’t let him see. But he does, he knows there’s something wrong.
He opens his mouth to ask, to say your name. “Sousuke?” It’s soft, always so soft, so delicate, when he’s concerned about something. “Are you all right-”
You’re quick, too quick for him to keep up with. You’ve had practice, you can work through the pain. You catch him off guard with a smile, take advantage with a kiss, and let your fingers linger on the blush of his cheeks.
A kiss, just one, can get you through anything, even a shoulder that’s beyond repair, a shoulder that’s probably crushed the very dream that Rin holds for you. You don’t tell him, you’ll never tell him, instead you let your lips rest gently against his.
Everything is fine. Everything is o.k. You two are going to swim together beautifully as a team.
Just push through.
Slow, deep breaths.
Reach forward.
Slowly.
… carefully.
***
*files under “the last episode wrecked me” category of the Free! fandom*




