Russian Fans Going Hysteric At The Start Of Penalties Is My Motivation For The Next Semester

Death Note is a good starter but mine was xxxHolic

Everyone’s starter anime is death note.

I don’t count sailor moon or dbz cuz you watched those as a kid and assumed they were cartoons.

I mean when you got “into” anime fully aware of what it was and actually became immmmmmersed in this bizarre weeb culture.

It’s usually death note.

sites everyone deserves to know about

7cupsoftea - free online therapy + you can help people too.

thriftbooks - cheap books, need i say more?

readanybook - also some free books

imalive - online chat for suicidal people / people in crisis.

freerice - donate to the hungry while keepin’ yo mind fresh.

zennioptical - glasses. i got my current frames + lenses for $60 total 

mathway - get answers to math problems.

10 minute mail - temporary email address to sign up for sites

Hetalia Prussia:

Bloodied knuckles, grit teeth: willpower beaten into steel. The keen and uncompromising awareness that everything dies. Neat and organized lines: pages of ink, like praying in every stroke, like details will trip the devil so it never catches up. Prussian blue is a metaphor, livery an elaborate dance: immortality is an idea, power is an idea, flesh be damned.

It is late, late at night and he is suffering-- drowning in an ocean of tears never cried-- and he has never been more sure of his purpose for the fact. Everything human is the enemy; he smiles and laughs, and wields his confidence in the body he despises for weakness as a weapon.

Pounding drums, a pounding heart. The brutal cold of honesty, like plunging into ice water and holding under until numb. Every sweet rush of adrenaline, the stickiness of blood against blade like fingertips coated in honey. Logic and clean blueprints drawn as if the deepest instincts of survival aren't born from a deeper, helpless love.

Marching ever forward with weapons you have called blessed on a quest you have claimed to be righteous, knowing with every step that if the opposite were revealed to be true your stride would not falter.

Bandage (Yr. 1962)

This is my entry for Day 3 of @ruspruweek​. ‘Bandage’ and ‘Touch’ are the prompts used. Set in 1962 Cold War era. Also Vlad (Romania) shows up for a hot second. Hope you guys like it! 🩹💕

TW: blood, injuries, mentions of past near-death experiences/trauma, and scars.

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It was hard for anyone who didn’t know Ivan personally to tell when he was anxious or stressed out, but for Gilbert—who had lived with him for decades—it was as easy as telling time. The occasional scratch of his cheek was a common tell, but when his stress was particularly high, the scratching turned to deep clawing that was concentrated on his neck. The long-healed scar along his throat became itchy, like something dried on his skin that gave him an uncontrollable urge to claw at his flesh. Gilbert ignored it, for the most part, assuming that his scar was just itching as his own scars occasionally did, but the first time that Ivan made himself bleed from it, Gilbert knew it was something more. Still, he ignored it. Perhaps he didn’t feel obligated to have sympathy for Ivan, or maybe he was too proud to show that kind of care. However, as the frequency of the scratching grew, the stronger the worry in Gilbert’s chest became.

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<3 <3 <3

I think I like your portrayal of the brother a lot due to your depicting the grey area - happy and sad aspects of their relationship. I think their usual portrayal in the fandom is often extremely fluff (which i love), but that angst hits double hard

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"squishing the other's cheek"

For Prussia and Germany...if you want to

I really found these prompts really cute, so couldn't help myself.

I really like your depiction of the German brothers❤️❤️❤️

Mid 1860s era.

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At first, Gilbert struggled to let go, to let Ludwig be his own person; some would argue that he still struggled with it even as Ludwig got older, although Gilbert would deny that. For the first time, Gilbert was not holding his hand through a meeting, wasn't giving him pointers, wasn't taking over, wasn't leading. He sat next to Ludwig as he gave his presentation and kept quiet, as hard as that was for him since he was, at times, overly critical and noticed every lilt of nervousness in Ludwig's voice as he spoke. Still, he held his tongue and let Ludwig handle it. It was about time for him to take over, and that was exactly what Gilbert had been training him for.

Ludwig was young, almost baby-faced still; clean-shaven, being unable to grow facial hair like the rest of the family, and looked a little lanky since he hadn't fully grown into his body yet. However, he was growing each day and was becoming a fine young man; dressed in his clean, pressed uniform and giving his speech, he represented everything Gilbert wanted him to be.

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I made my ancestors proud

My mother asked me to bring home flowers to decorate the house. So there I was battling honeybees, ants and mosquitoes while I plucked flowers from an enormous flowery creeper growing on our building. Then suddenly a snake fell on my head, and I could hear my mother shout from the top floor -you can do it child, make your ancestors proud. And what did I do? I made them proud.

There was a time when I used to ship sheith

Now Keith is the precious Shiro/adam son

I am loving it.

Please help out !

At the other Fandoms out there, please help out the Fannibals !!! Our show just got cancelled and we are fighting to get it picked up by another network. We are tweeting #SaveHannibal and signing an petition, please help a fellow Fandom out…

http://www.ipetitions.com/petition/pick-up-hannibal

“where’s the straight pride parade?!”

go outside

there you go

you found it