I’m going to be streaming some anime and stuff on a rabbit cast soon, maybe, would anybody be interested in joining me?

i feel the need to rewatch a couple of my favorite series but,

theoretically would anybody be down to jump into a rabbit cast with me and watch shit with me?

primarily Yu Yu Hakusho (bonus if you haven’t seen this before omfg) Buffy The Vampire Slayer Chuck MONK Gravion R.O.D. The TV.

      “I’ve not. Are you offering?”

            ❛ i was.. i was just wondering.. if you’d had dinner yet, today. ❜

                      ❛ The legend of the First Journal is a long one. It tells of a piece of literature written by                          Father … perhaps the most well-known and dangerous Memori remnant. This journ-                          contains the Truth. Behind everything – creation, life, death, weather, everything. It                          lays now in the hands of a 17 year old girl named Fawn Sparrows, who uses it to tell                          her adoptive brother, Jack Stone, how she’s feeling. Across universes. Across time                         itself. But perhaps most dangerously, it tells the Truth of the last Memori, Red Letter,                         the one who is most active today. The one who will step across worlds just to stop                         me from achieving my goal. And that wouldn’t be very fun, would it? ❜ – Jejija Orien                         Roshen.

why the hell is idris elba playing roland deschain

why

fucking why

i mean matt mcconaghuey or w/e hella choice for the Man in Black tbh but

idris elba

really?

“Look, the name’s Edward Elric. Not Ed, not short stuff, not midget. Only Al gets to call me Ed. Don’t think I’m some twerp either, wouldja? I’m damn good at my job , and I won’t have some slug like you callin’ me otherwise. I’m Edward Elric, the Fullmetal Alchemist and I’m here to kickass. Got it?”

i need to fuck the shit out of someone right now or have someone fuck the hell out of me. 

“Look, the name’s Edward Elric. Not Ed, not short stuff, not midget. Only Al gets to call me Ed. Don’t think I’m some twerp either, wouldja? I’m damn good at my job , and I won’t have some slug like you callin’ me otherwise. I’m Edward Elric, the Fullmetal Alchemist and I’m here to kickass. Got it?”

Send “Notice me senpai” if I’m your senpai and you want to be noticed

Because I cannot believe I’d be anyone’s senpai

So I hit 100 followers today. 101 now. Woo yay me.

THIS WAS THE AGE OF WAR AND WAR HELD A FAMILIAR FACE. It was the face of man, man who fights, man who envies, man who destroys. He is ancient, far more so than so many things, so many familiar trees are now either cut down or dead, replaced with saplings. It should give him some form of solace to know that rebirth is still possible, but instead, his boot neatly scrapes against the side of the sapling, ignoring it in favor of trudging ever onward into the city in front of him. He wanders, mostly, now -- for the only threat this world faces is itself, jaws snapping at the sky -- and so, without a more apt word for it, he should be at peace. 

But he’s not. There is a greater unease, the kind that rises from the tips of his toes to his throat when the moon falls, when he knows that lurking behind that ever smiling god is his father, he who is dragon, evil in its purest form. He wanders, but in hopes that he’ll be there when the dragon returns, that he will fight, and fight, and fight, until this world, this planet is at peace. 

Now he goes by the moniker Genya Arikado. He is a Japanese male, age 30 - 45 (he isn’t sure anymore, he thinks bitterly, because the name has become synonymous with cowardice), founder of the Japanese Defense against Supernatural Threats (J.D.S.T.). Gone are the threads of heritage, replaced by a three piece suit neatly trimmed and shined. His eyes are more lively now, but because of necessity, not choice. He is Genya Arikado. 

Human. 

And Human he shall remain, even as he steps onto the outskirts of the city with that unease again. Night falls. Wolves howl. Somewhere out there, his keen ears pick up a scream, a pair of screams, a group of screams. But no scent of the supernatural wafts into his senses. It is tragic, though it isn’t his problem. 

Not anymore.

i have a couple things drafted as well as some threads that aren’t drafted but, I’m gonna take a break from tumblr for the rest of the night to work on a super secret promo for something. catch me on skype if you need me. it’s right V there c:

                     what, my dear, you are not WEEPING? you should save your eyes for sight.

this wasn’t prompted by anything but, goddamn am I fucking fantastic. My OC’s are all very unique and definitely set themselves apart from others, the way I portray canon characters is as close to canon as can be, without deviating too much from established facts (other than headcanons), my writing in general is just fucking fantastic. 

I’m not here to bullshit around, to complain about aesthetics or spend thirty years on a graphic (nothing against those who do), I’m here to write. I write constantly, whether it be a new poem, roleplay, or working on my short story, I write. I write.

And goddamn do I write beautifully. 

❛ brush ❜

“Careful.”

He’s jesting. There’s a touch of a laugh brewing on the edges of his voice, but his head leans further back, allowing her further freedom to roam her fingers as she wished. This was peaceful, peaceful as it could be. 

“I’m not fond of haircuts.” 

IN GENERAL :: One thing that bothers me is when muns feel the need to say sorry for taking so long to reply. You shouldn’t be sorry at all, never forget that. You come first before roleplay, don’t be sorry for something that doesn’t matter. Focus on yourself, that’s what really matters! Please never feel like you should be sorry for taking your time, take as long as you need even if that is a month or a year down the line.

i walked across an empty land, i knew the pathway like the back of my hand. i felt the earth beneath my feet, sat by the river and it made me complete; oh simple thing where have you gone? i’m getting old and i need something to rely on.. so tell me when you’re gonna let me in; i’m getting tired and i need somewhere to begin. i came across a fallen tree, i felt the branches of it looking at me. is this the place we used to love? is this the place that I’ve been dreaming of? oh simple thing where have you gone? i’m getting old and I need something to rely on, so tell me when you’re gonna let me in.. i’m getting tired and I need somewhere to begin — and if you have a minute why don’t we go; talk about it somewhere only we know? this could be the end of everything. so why don’t we go somewhere only we know?