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SOOO I might make a esty shop

if you got recs for bead figures and other things I'm all ears

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My experience with queer media lately:

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My family is not very religious most of the time.  We pray at Christmas and Easter and Thanksgiving dinners, and my mom’s entire side of the family excluding her parents and siblings is hardcore religious so whenever we do anything with them it’s kind of religious.

But the point is, most of the time we aren’t, but every year at Christmas time, a church in the next town over puts on a Bethlehem and it’s kind of a tradition to go.  They go all out.  The building is massive, and they’ve got it all decked out.  There’s animals and stalls and everyone is in costume and in character.  When you get there, they give you some pennies and you can go and barter for cool little trinkets, and there’s other more expensive things you can buy with your own money.  And they have the best apple cider.  All in all, it’s pretty cool.

But anyway.  We go every year, bundled up in hats and scarves and mittens, and have a good time.  We’ve been doing it for as long as I can remember, and my mom talks about going when she was a kid.

I’m going to mention again that everyone is massively in character, especially the really super hardcore religious adults.  Because this is an important fact.

Every year since I was about thirteen or so, there’s been this one lady who worked at a stall selling ponchos (I have, like, three.  They’re really cool).  She was probably there before that, but I was thirteen when she started trying to barter for me to marry her son, who was also about thirteen.

“What a pretty little thing.  I think you’d make a very good wife for my son.  These are your parents?  I’ll give you six goats for your daughter’s marriage to my son.”

Her son, meanwhile, is in the “shop” behind her looking absolutely mortified and like he’d rather be anywhere else than there, and I’m pretty sure I probably looked just as embarrassed.

My parents gave her some sort of excuse, like it wasn’t enough goats or they weren’t ready to marry me off yet or something, and we moved on.

The next year we’re back again, and come up near to the same stall.

“Ah!  You’re back again!  Have you married your daughter off yet?  I can up my offer to nine goats and three chickens for your daughter to marry my son.”

Somehow she remembered the exact people she’d tried to buy their daughter off of for an entire year?  So my parents are refusing her offers again and me and the son are trading embarrassed looks and we go on our way.

And then it happens again.  And again.  And again.  Each and every one of the last six years this lady has tried to buy me in goats to be her son’s wife. 

 A couple years ago when we were waiting in line to get inside my mom jokingly said that they should accept this year and see what she’d do and I completely refused because it was mortifying enough as it was.

One year we brought my friend with us and we’re waiting outside and my sister was like “Are you gonna sell Kee this year?” and my dad was like “Maybe if there’s enough goats” and my friend was confused as heck and I was like “This lady tries to buy me to marry her son every year.  I told you that” and she’s like “Yeah but I didn’t think this was a thing that actually happened” and she was still skeptical and by the time my parents had finished refusing the lady’s offer, she’s killing herself laughing and then spent the next few months telling me I couldn’t look at guys because I already had a fiancée.

Anyway, it happened again this Christmas and the son has somehow gotten almost ridiculously attractive since last year.  The speech this year had something to do with how I was far too old to not have a husband yet, and the son and I just rolled our eyes at each other as his mom tried to barter with my parents for me.

This year’s offer was twenty six goats and nine chickens.  My sister looked up how much goats are worth, and was mad our parents didn’t sell me so she could have sold the goats and gotten $2000-$8000 for them.  My dad says they’re waiting out on an offer of a camel.  My brother thinks they should have it more than once a year so he can get more apple cider.

Now I’m back at uni, and in my first psych class of the semester the guy sitting beside me looked really familiar.  

As in his-mom-tries-to-buy-me-with-goats-every-Christmas familiar.

That kind of familiar.

We introduced ourselves before class started and I sat there for a couple minutes readying to make a total fool of myself in case I was wrong before turning to him again.

“This is going to sound really weird if you aren’t who I think you are, but by any chance does your mom try to buy you a wife with goats every Christmas?”

His friend gives me a weird look as he walks past me to sit on the other side of him, but he’s definitely putting the pieces together.

“That’s you?  Bethlehem in [city name], right?  God, my mom is so mortifying.”

And we both kinda laugh and meanwhile his friend is giving us both weird looks now because apparently he didn’t know that his friend’s mom was trying to buy him a wife using livestock.

So he turns to his friend and is like

“Oh, I forgot to introduce you.  Danny, this is my fiancée, Kee.”

And I kinda rolled my eyes and was like

“I’m not actually your fiancée.  Your mom hasn’t offered my parents enough goats yet.  But apparently my dad will sell me for a camel.”

And he laughed and shook his head like

“I am not telling my mom that.  I don’t want to see what she has planned for if your parents ever accept.”

So yeah.  His friend was really confused by that point and we explained it to him and it turns out he’s pretty cool and we’re Facebook friends now and hang out in psych classes.  Apparently his mom only ever tries to buy me for him and she and my mom had gone to the same church growing up which is why she can always pick us out.

So yeah.  That’s the story of how some lady tries to use goats to buy me to be her ridiculously attractive son’s wife every Christmas, and how he’s in my class and we’re friends now.

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Bungou Stray Dogs - Gakuen 2018 (part ONE)

Japanese text taken from the official twitter account of Bungou Stray Dogs and translated by me. Please enjoy and feel free to correct me if you find errors! Japanese and English are languages I’m studying but neither is my mother-tongue so I probably let something slip!

Please, introduce yourself.

Uhmm, my name is Nakajima Atsushi.

I’m a very normal student, with the exception of my stand out white hair. I’m a member of the Armed Student Council, but I’m working to recover the searching Dazai-san, who is mostly trying to commit suicide.

And other than than…uhm…Ah, I like Japanese class! I’m a little scared of Oda-sensei’s eyes, the one who came here for teaching practice, but since he is teaching us a lot of different things, I end up having a lot of questions. But he answers politely even at the stupid questions. And then, because he teached us how to make curry with a very great extent and minutely, I think I’ll maybe try to make curry for dinner, today…

Please, introduce yourself.

My name? Uh-uh-uh, I’ll grant you with this revelation! Eh, obviously I’m Dazai Osamu!

I’m always searching a way to die confortably, but I have yet to find a very good one. So, only because of this, in the meantime, since OdaSaku trasferred to start teaching practice, I must go to school diligently! Because I must wake up early even in the morning, consequently in the evening I must go to bed early. For this reason, during the time of his teaching practice, I can’t stay up till late aside for friday’s night, uh. At night I don’t dislike going for a walk! When I can see a perfectly beautiful round moon, even if a cannibal tiger come out it’s still fun, isn’t it? ~

Please, introduce yourself.

My name is Oda Sakunosuke. But a friend calls me OdaSaku. I transferred here at the Academy as a practice teacher. I teach Japanese Language.

With Dazai, because our houses are neighboring, before I go out, when I knock at the thin wall, we head towards school. Since he has trouble sleeping, then this is enough as alarm.

Now that I think about it, moving here there is a thing I noticed…in this school there is a cat. A calico cat. I wonder if he is kept by someone. He is friendly and often he let me pet him. During chilly days, when I hold him up in my arms, since it’s warm, it’s helpful. But when I hold the cat in my arms, I notice that Principal Fukuzawa stares at me intently. I wonder what does that gaze means…

Please, introduce yourself.

I’m Kunikida Doppo. I’m the math teacher. I’m also the consultant of the Armed Student Council and supervisor of practice teacher Oda Sakunosuke.

Because it’s an honoring thing that I have been entrusted by Academy’s Director with a job of responsibility, I intend to meet wholeheartedly his expectations. I experience personally how teaching and watching over the Armed Student Council and this noble’s youth’s infirmary is a difficult thing, but every day I pursue the ideal of guiding students on the right path, even if this can bring me suffering. While I recognize the individuality of my students, I wish to work hard together with the Director for their education.

Please, introduce yourself.

I’m Fukuzawa Yukichi.

I am currently the Academy’s Chief Director and Principal.

Being an educator, for students who are studying here at the Academy and for all the educators in the future, means that the duties I cannot escape and the speculations I cannot not think about are innumerable.

But, a really painful reality is the personal hobby of the vice principal, that person…

Please, introduce yourself.

A self introduction? About me?

Uhm, I see.

I’m Mori Ougai and I humbly receive official appointments as vice principal of this Academy.

The reason I spend a lot of time in the Academy’s office? About that, if there is a reason it’s merely one.

….otherwise I can’t see. Because the staff room is on the second floor, right? Next to us there is an elementary school for girls…

You see, I want to keep an eye on them. Elementary schoolgirls are growing up  to became young girls…there isn’t a moment for that change…

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Lain Iwakura (Serial Experiments Lain) icons/pfps

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Golden moment from the Stormbringer stageplay

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STOP! *cries* LET THEM BE HAPPY LIKE THIS!

theres not really any big point to this comic, except that i was thinking about what id like to see gon do in the future and i think id love to see him work primarily w plants. not only bc of his natural affinity for flora and fauna, but also symbolically as an end to his character arc……gon tending to something patiently watching it grow over years and years at its own time, something that exists for no other purpose than to thrive in the earth :’)

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sobbing, throwing up, etc.

TGCF 240-241 storyboard!! 

backgrounds by dudu @xianduguaitan on twitter! Had these in my wips since April and fully working on it took a month, please enjoy ;;

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STOP THIS IS SO SWEET!!!!!!!

storyboard of that scene in 119-120!!! HUALIAN INVENTED CPR 

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fr when you have period cramps but don't know there period cramps so you look it up

I’ve been getting this weird almost tensing feeling in my back recently on and off and I don’t know from what. Hold on actually let me check something

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this is the funniest god damn thing ive ever seen

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Dazai definitely fell first but Mr. "A view that could rival a billion dollar masterpiece" over here didn't totally fall just as hard, if not harder? doubt...

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stop! In need this!!!! 😭🥹

high school au where atsushi always leaves like half an hour before he has to to get to school and all of his friends are like “atsushi you know you dont have to do that’ and he says he does it because thats when akutagawa takes the train 

all of his friends naturally assume that that means atsushi has a crush on akutagawa and start cheering him on in their own ways and ‘wingmanning’ him

but in reality, atsushi likes to be on the train with akutagawa because he’s always in a shitty mood in the morning and his terrifying aura and angry scowl has everyone avoiding him best they can so if atsushi stays close to him he can avoid being bumped into and pushed around 

akutagawa is unaware that thats why this random white haired boy is always near him and gets really confused when atsushi yells out ‘thank you !!!’

also atsushi does have a crush on him but thats because one time he saw akutagawa in all his grumpy glory pause midstep because he noticed a ladybug and carefully pick it up and move it aside so it wouldn’t get stepped on