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me:that scene was so painful
me:that scene made me actually physically cry
me:that scene was emotionally scarring
me:
me:
me:better rewatch it 800 times

tagged as: #me with Madoka tho #PMMM

Me when my Mom posts old pictures of me as a kid AND TAGS ME IN THEM: 

amayatherainmage:


ascendmotherfucker:

johnathanegbert:

i found the video

source

Are you shitting me?

(Source: johncrocker, via genocider--chi)


Izanyan~ 

yantheyandere:

izanyanorihara:

Izaya was waiting though, quietly. Waiting for the other to leave, to call him names, to threaten to turn him in. It was enough to make his eyes burn with threatening tears, and as the silence stretched on, he wished Yan would just hurry up with it.

He didn’t expect him to say what he did though. Red eyes widened as he looked to the other in shock. What…did he say? He…would love him? The neko didn’t know what to say to that. Such a bold statement probably did need a reply though. At the moment, he could only stare up into those gentle gold eyes that seemed to glow with a strong determination. It was an expression he had not seen before directed at him.

He felt all warm and fuzzy, his chest tightening. Someone would love him… Someone thought he was beautiful? Not a monster or abomination. Izaya frowned thoughtfully. “What if I can’t say the same? What if I can’t love you the way you will try to love me?”

What if he pushed Yan away, forced him to the very edge and made him walk off? And how could he trust that he wouldn’t go there himself? Without help?

Yan blinked and he finally mentally caught up to what he told Izaya. He however couldn’t find it in himself to feel embarrassed or regret what he said. It was all true. It was only now that he realized what he had been feeling towards Izaya. Whether it was infatuation or not, he felt a strong desire to love the man in front of him. If that was wrong then was love wrong? Or maybe his definition of love was wrong. He wouldn’t deny that.

He waited for Izaya to answer him and when he did he had to look down and think about it. He placed a hand on his chin in thought.

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"Then I guess…" he began as the intensity in his eyes stayed, "I’m going to have to love you anyways. Whether you love me back or not. That doesn’t matter." He wasn’t the type to be easily discouraged right off the bat. Especially if it was something that had already set his mind to.

"So whether you permit me to or not…I’m going to love you, Orihara Izaya." He wouldn’t do anything to hurt the man or make him in any way uncomfortable, but he wasn’t going to give up either. "And….I’ll do anything that I can to make you feel loved and happy."

It was surprising that he didn’t feel embarrassed at all by the words that spilled from his mouth.

The neko paused, eyes wide as he stared at him. Was he serious? Even if Izaya denied his affections, he would still love him? How crazy was he? “How…can you say that? Won’t you get angry? The person you’re saying you’ll love might not be able to do the same. And how can you make yourself love me?” he asked, needing to understand, needing an answer.

It seemed this human was so much more different than the rest, and while that thrilled him, he was still in a delicate state of mind and was unable to think properly, like Orihara Izaya would.

"You’re strange. Not like any of my other humans. Of course I’ve never had a stalker so intensely into me before…" He gave a light chuckle. "If you think you can love something like me, then I’ll accept it, but I can’t reciprocate." he warned him.



Izanyan~ 

yantheyandere:

izanyanorihara:

He closed his eyes, unwilling to look at the other as he let go of his hand. “Amazing? I guess that’s a word to describe it…” His tail flicked up from under the blanket, his fur on end. He couldn’t believe he was willingly showing Yan, or maybe he had wanted to show someone for so long…

"I for one think they are horrible. It’s a curse being born like this, you know? How can my humans love such an abomination?" That was right. Humanity wouldn’t love him the way he loved them, not when he was like this. No one would love him.

"Do you believe me now though? That they aren’t cosplay? I’m not some gross closet otaku." he chuckled bitterly, ears flicking lightly from the attention he was receiving.

Yan got out of his amazement as he heard Izaya’s low tone of voice and how sad it had gotten. His lips tugged into a straight line as he heard the misfortune the man was going through. He didn’t know—he could not imagine what hardships Izaya probably went through for being this way and growing up different from other kids.

Inferring from the man’s tone though, he could guess that his so-called ‘Humans’ were not too open of him having cat appendages while still looking quite human. It must have gotten so bad to the point that even Izaya believed that no one could accept him for the way he looked and such. Hearing the other sound so sad and frustrated made Yan also feel upset.

"Then I—" he started without even thinking about what was about to fly out of his mouth, "I’ll love you." His expression was serious. His brain hadn’t caught up with what sputtered out of his mouth. He looked at Izaya with a gentle but determined eyes. "I don’t think you’re an abomination or something like that. From the moment I met you I thought that you were beautiful and that hasn’t changed. I really love cats anyways! If humans can’t love you then…let me love you."

Izaya was waiting though, quietly. Waiting for the other to leave, to call him names, to threaten to turn him in. It was enough to make his eyes burn with threatening tears, and as the silence stretched on, he wished Yan would just hurry up with it.

He didn’t expect him to say what he did though. Red eyes widened as he looked to the other in shock. What…did he say? He…would love him? The neko didn’t know what to say to that. Such a bold statement probably did need a reply though. At the moment, he could only stare up into those gentle gold eyes that seemed to glow with a strong determination. It was an expression he had not seen before directed at him.

He felt all warm and fuzzy, his chest tightening. Someone would love him… Someone thought he was beautiful? Not a monster or abomination. Izaya frowned thoughtfully. “What if I can’t say the same? What if I can’t love you the way you will try to love me?”

What if he pushed Yan away, forced him to the very edge and made him walk off? And how could he trust that he wouldn’t go there himself? Without help?


Teeny trying to grow minions 

melodyofpromises:

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LOOK GUYS IT’S ME GARDENING!


russiangovernment:

queermobile:

becausebirds:

Penguin discovers a traffic cam. x

this is a toucan 

its a penguin didn’t you read the caption

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Izanyan~ 

yantheyandere:

izanyanorihara:

His face burned, utter humiliation coiling through him and making him feel sick. Calm, calm, he kept telling himself, and yet he just couldn’t. He was torn between telling the man to leave and knowing he shouldn’t. Because he saw, and now that he had…

"You don’t understand do you?" he asked, hands shaking as he pulled down his hood. "You asked me earlier if I like to cosplay, remember? I don’t. It isn’t cosplay."

His hands still shook, fingers feeling cold, as he took Yans’ hand and brought it to one of his ears so he could feel for himself. The appendages shuddered and flicked back of course, but there was no way he would think they were fake after touching them.

Yan could feel the coolness of the other’s body temperature, compared to his own, through his fingers as they touched his hand. The contact however was surprising and caught the brunet off guard. He could feel heat travel to his cheeks before he was able to understand that words that had come out of Izaya’s mouth.

When his fingers were able to touch and feel the ears on Izaya’s head, Yan couldn’t help the widening of his eyes and how his mouth became agape. His golden eyes sparked with interest and curiosity.

"They’re…They’re soft!" he exclaimed as he flicked his thumbs and fingers over the ears and started to feel them fully. An exhilaration began to build up as Yan made a sound of astonishment. I read about this in manga! he thought to himself. It’s…did they call it nekomimi? Woah! “It’s…amazing…Neko-chan.”

He closed his eyes, unwilling to look at the other as he let go of his hand. “Amazing? I guess that’s a word to describe it…” His tail flicked up from under the blanket, his fur on end. He couldn’t believe he was willingly showing Yan, or maybe he had wanted to show someone for so long…

"I for one think they are horrible. It’s a curse being born like this, you know? How can my humans love such an abomination?" That was right. Humanity wouldn’t love him the way he loved them, not when he was like this. No one would love him.

"Do you believe me now though? That they aren’t cosplay? I’m not some gross closet otaku." he chuckled bitterly, ears flicking lightly from the attention he was receiving.


erebun:

i played this game and then i was so sad i can’t move

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