tybalt-tisk:

dankmemeuniversity:

Suburbitank.

rizaoftheowls:

kayvsworld:

my body, tearfully: when sleep???

me: my dude we just woke up!! It’s time for wakefulness and doing things and Productivity

my body, weeping: but???? when sleep?????

me: okay, finally now is sleep

my body: no. wrong.

cteranodon said: Okay, so I'm /actually/ about to write a porn fic to AO3, and I'm interested in knowing what the difference is between the M rating and E rating. Able to enlighten me?

tinsnip replied: Mature is ‘and then they made love.’ Explicit is ‘and here’s how they did it exactly.’ To wit: mature. He looked at the envelope, spread out before him. God, he’d never been this hungry. Could he be gentle enough? Slow enough? He didn’t want to damage it, didn’t want to do anything he’d regret… but no, no, it seemed the envelope wanted this as much as he did. It slipped into his hands, it folded as he asked. When it was time for more, the card was waiting, and he somehow knew exactly what to do. He moved with his correspondence in a dance as old as the mail system, and when it was over, he was smiling and the envelope was completely, thoroughly sealed. Explicit: The envelope waved its flap in the air slowly, gently, and he could see the faint shimmer of the adhesive traced along its fold. It was like a taunt, a dare: won’t you? And he would, oh, God, he would, lifting the envelope firmly to his lips, licking slowly at first, then faster, more firmly, tasting the envelope’s essence, the faint bitterness, the sweetness to follow– Oh, he couldn’t help but smile at how it felt in his hands. It was so perfectly folded. Its paper was rough against his fingers, and its crossed folds shifted slightly as it opened for his eager tongue. Yes, yes… Now the card, and his hand trembled as he lifted it, as he held the envelope, stretching it wide. Would it fit? Oh… oh, yes, it would fit, it slid in smooth and quick and filled the envelope to bursting, oh, made for each other, and he smiled in delight at how perfect it was. He was ready. Now, now, now: with one swift movement he folded the flap over and he pressed, yes, he pressed the flap down and it stuck, God, it stuck perfectly, and he closed his eyes in bliss. Afterwards, he stroked the envelope, and thought about addresses.

actualaster:

parlezvousladybug:

minkel23:

postedbygaslight:

This is one of the best things I’ve ever read.

This is brilliant. I need to post more mail.

That’s some … correspondence.

Every time I see this post I’m left in awe at how somebody wrote mailing a letter exactly like porn

micmp3:

my professor: if he or she was to use his or her-

me:

pastrytown:

teenagerposts:

me when my fave song comes on after ive pressed shuffle 53 times

majimagoro:

reblogs-cats:

majimagoro:

(A *HUGE* thank you to @gj_neko26, who not only found the lyrics, but wrote them down for us in Romaji as well!!! ^_^

UPDATE: Another BIG thank you to @maakun2896, who converted the lyrics into hepburn romanization, corrected an error and also formatted them so they’d match the lyrics on…

English lyrics by hunhandjob

Who dared to cut me? These footprints are interesting.. All of the trash has come together, all adorning the walls

The cheap neon lights illuminate this beautiful city. Any real fight is my reward*

What are you looking for? What do you remember? Everything is joyful OH

Muster up a smile Praise God for this moment Shout with all your heart Tell me all of the answers Come, let’s start! Pour all your anger and pain into your pride If Hell exists, look towards it!

If you chose comfort know that that place has been tossed away the festival of happiness has ended

I don’t know my destination, but it doesn’t matter A celebration of blood, I’ll give my all on the stage

My eyes stare, my eyes open, now I see all of why I exist

This is reality From zero to where I started Go, with all my strength I’ll bet half my life come, stand! With fear and despair, I sigh feeling the whole world shift

If everything is destroyed at least this still happened show me no one can leave the place where they poured their soul where they struggled**

What are you looking for? What do you remember? Everything is joyful OH

Muster up a smile Praise god for this moment Shout with all your heart Tell me all of the answers Come, let’s start Pour all your anger and pain into your pride If hell exists, look towards it!

* He literally says a fight where I can push around my opponents ego, so a fight in which he can humiliate his opponent is good enough for him

** He’s referring to a fight. Like if he dies where he stands he’ll just remain there for eternity. He’ll never ‘die’ if he die fighting, his spirit will remain

Thank you, hunhandjob for the translation! :)