Hakuba seems to notice something about what KID and Conan are doing, but can he really tell the nature of what is going on there?
Also side note but honestly if Hakuba is gonna put his hand on Conan's mouth to try to shut him up like that, then he should expect to fucking get bit. It's what I'd do for that level of disrespect.
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actually, what does "growing up" mean, anyway? losing my whimsy and wonder of the world? being afraid of what other people think of the things i do and enjoy? conforming and choking under the very societal norms i despise?
why would anyone want to do that? for other people's comfort?
what a shabby reason to give up my heart on my sleeve! i will continue to be happy and do what i want, actually
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Puppyjoy
I hate that I am not a dog
I can't wag my tail for mine is gone
I want to feel that much closer to god
When you growl and bark, I can't play along
I'm stuck as a boring polliwog
And my vocal chords can't support my own song
I don't live in a kennel I live in a bog
And the novelty of watching won't last long
I can't do tricks I just sit on logs
And eat the crickets from the red plastic tongs
Minimal body language, no dialogue
Among my own peers I just don't belong
Everything is made for you, sweet puppy
The treats and tricks and pets and heart
What can I do except just act the part
Bend myself to be something like you
Though I know in my gut that it's just not true
It's demeaning, but I get what I want
And everyday I feel myself getting near
To understanding the fur, the ears
And maybe I can be something like a chimaera
A dog with a sticky long tongue and webbed paws
Who's obedient, autarkic, perfect, no flaws
The spring peeper and the borzoi
Something about that speaks to me
A mix of the servile, intelligent dog
And the confident and quiet life of the frog
Consider this a coming-out piece,
a new jigsaw to my identity
It will never quite be complete
For now, a chimaera is something I want to be
[context in tags if u care about me personally]
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When I was younger, my father would let doors hit me in the face. He just decided it would teach me to stop doors myself before they hit me, I guess. One of his “lessons” for me to “become self-reliant”.
It took more than a couple of doors in the face for me to “learn”.
My point is that whenever someone stops a door from hitting me, I’m already prepared to do it myself. I don’t know if I’ll ever really get used to people doing things for me that I’ve had to do on my own.
I think about Billy having people around him who want to do things for him, and I remember how defensive I get sometimes, like “Where was this help when I really needed it?” or “I can do it myself.” Speaking from experience, I may not always act particularly grateful, but it means a lot to me, when someone’s there to stop those dumbass doors from whacking me in the face.
Even if someone may look like they can handle something, they’re probably just barely holding it together. Every little act of kindness is worth a pot of gold to those who don’t receive enough (or any) of the treatment they deserve.
Trust me, it does make a difference. Without those acts, I’d be in a very different place. I’d even go as far as to say I wouldn’t be here at all.
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