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Iwatobi’s Relay Team 

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Little green house🌿

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hands up if you’re sad, stressed, tired and really craving romantic affection

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Do you ever want to talk to someone REALLY BAD but you have nothing to say to reasonably start a conversation and you don’t actually want to do any talking you just want them to talk at you because you like them a whole fucking lot?

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when you completely forget to finish that thing you were working on

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Using only the song titles from one artist, cleverly answer these 11 questions:

Tagged by: @ringeneering

The artist I’m selecting: Neon Indian

Your gender:   Polish Girl 

Describe yourself:   Terminally Chill

How do you feel:  Deadbeat Summer

If you could go anywhere, where would it be:  Change of Coast

Favourite mode of transportation:  Psychic Chasms 

Your best friend:  Techno Clique

Favourite time of the day:  Suns Irrupt

If your life was a TV show, what would it be called:  Hex Girlfriend

What is life to you:  Local Joke

Relationship status:  I Don’t Know If You Know

Your fear:  Future Sick

Tagging: @shizuukana ; @kaarmamatsu

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High☆Speed! -Free! Starting Days special clearfiles wallpapers (540px x 960px)  | scanned by sunyshore

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iam__hj

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Top 20 female characters as voted by my followers:

   ↳ #13: Matsuoka Gou

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k.ek

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Tokyo’s Captivating Neon Wonderland Captures The Eye Of Photographer

Liam Wong takes the audience through a mesmerizing tour of Tokyo, where he captures the chaotic city in a psychedelic and futuristic flash of neon lights. The theme of the set of urban photography can be loosely termed “cyberpunk”, which highlights the city, with its grimy alleyways and crammed buildings illuminated by the oddly soothing and vibrant artificial lighting. Sticking to his unique style of photography that makes his compositions resemble an animated video game set, Wong’s portfolio is filled with a vast array of futuristic photos.

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im just. gonna go ahead and mention that after thursday, im probably going to go onto full active status on this blog. 💪

i wrote up a whole thing about how hard getting new interactions is for me, but like, i know everyone on here has the same issues i do. everyone’s shy and a little overwhelmed by the community and not really sure what they’re doing.....i think i just!! want yall to know im gonna!! try harder!! i’ll churn out some more open starters, get over my fear of sending memes, maybe even starter calls ;w; plotting calls and IMs are still primo supremo for me buuuut that’s just now how most people roll, woopse. i have two really awesome threads (thank you!! for putting up with me, alice dear!!) but that’s it and??? yeah.  i just. wanna stop wasting everyone’s space and finally get some stuff rolling!!

thanks for taking the time to read this ;w; good luck on all yo stuff !! and i hope you don’t mind seeing more of me ;w;

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    he heard his name, but it didn’t register until a few seconds later. pulling his eyes away from the house to meet the other boy’s was no easy feat, and he knew he was acting curiously. haru’s gaze bore into him; it saw right through him, making makoto dizzy for a second.

    “ w - what? ” he choked, though he managed to work up a smile. “ hm, i think all that mackerel is finally going to your head, haru-chan. ” unfortunately (or, perhaps, thankfully) he didn’t have the guts to add ‘you look like you’ve seen a ghost’ on to the end of that.

    playfully, he gave haru a light smack on the back to get them both moving again. honestly, he just wanted to make distance between them and...whatever was in that house.

    they were used to their walks to and from school being mostly in silence. for one, it saved them a lot of energy, especially haru, who didn’t care for idle chatter. but more than that, it was nice to have someone to just be comfortable with, be present with. today, though... today, comfortable wasn’t really an option. whatever had happened last night, whatever makoto saw that morning––a trick of the eye, a misunderstand, a hallucination––he needed try and make sense of things.

    maybe it was a mistake to bring it up again, but makoto glanced down at haru as they walked, seeing if he could get any other readings off him. “ so, um.... what exactly did you talk about with me last night? i mean, a - assuming we did talk...”

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            ❝ … I saw what I saw, Makoto. You were             in my room last night. ❞

                He SWEARS it wasn’t a dream, or a                 hallucination for that matter. Last night,                 MAKOTO was there. In his bedroom,                 TALKING to him & trying to tear him                 from his sleep. He hadn’t thought much                 about it considering the back door was                 often unlocked for Makoto’s convenience.                 But this was at the dead of night, shouldn’t                 he have been asleep or something?                 Perhaps he had been sleep walking?                 That’s CERTAINLY a possibility, but the                 chances of it being THAT is highly unlikely.                 Having known Makoto ALL these years,                 he can confidently confirm that his best                 friend ISN’T a sleepwalker.

            ❝ Mnn … ❞

                Even if they are to speak of this no longer,                 he can’t shake this sudden unease in his system.                 There’s a sense of discomfort, a THICK tension                 that would require much more than a KNIFE to                 cut through it. If it wasn’t Makoto, who was it?                   The reality of the situation begins to strike him.                 Someone or SOMETHING was with him last                 night, HOVERING over his bed & lulling him                 from his slumber. The mere FACT that he                 completely vulnerable to whoever last night                 induces a sense of panic. As if on cue. the                 wind is KNOCKED right from him & he halts                 his pace. 

                But he hadn’t realized Makoto did too.

            ❝ Makoto …? Oi, Makoto?? ❞

                Although the strained expression that his brunette                 companion wore several seconds ago was prominent,                 ANOTHER emotion had replaced it in such a short time. 

                It was F E A R.

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今年は、曇りばかりの桜だった。

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Confessions of a mediocre RP blog...