I #PrayForSouthKorea because I care not because I’m a kpop fan.
send me kinks and ill reply with B) or B(
jarbarnacle replied to your photo:ok
That spelling is just the cherry on top.
For some reason anons these days always have bad grammar :/


Students who still have a lot ahead of them. Students like me, who still have dreams, goals, and students who still aim for achievements. But because of this tragedy, it all faded away. 

I bow and salute to the brave students who saved the lives of others and sacrificed themselves. They are heroes. They are people who deserves a lot better than awards. They deserve to be in Heaven, a place full of happiness and there will be no more sufferings. I also pray for the lives of the family and the people involved in this accident and specially the souls of these heroes.

I hope that the students who were saved by these mighty students will live their lives to the fullest, achieve their dreams and goals and love their family more. I also wish that they will live being inspired by the heroes who saved their lives. Please do so.

And for the captain, my middle finger salutes you. Live well. In guilt. Thank you.


who would send you anon hate?!?! don't mind these motherfuckers who are afraid to even show their names. i'd throatfuck them all with a chainsaw.

//casually attaches self to you



"Do you have any pain-killers? Preferably the kind for migraine head aches?"






"Eh?" Marcia looked over at Nega with a questioning gaze, but nodded. "I do. They’re a bit weak, considering the kind of medicine I have is for children, so you might need to take a few extra tablets. Are you alright, Nega?" The cyborg asked in a voice concern, looking at the negative candyjin with worried green eyes.

Marcia sighed, placing her hands on her hips as she gazed sternly at Negakuura, looking at him with disbelief that he would do something so dangerous - well maybe not too dangerous, given that he wasn’t human and was powerful. “Now what on earth - you know what, I’m not even going to question why you did it.” She shrugged. If she recalled, he was into mutilation. Maybe he was into pain in general, a masochist. Or an extreme masochist. The violet haired woman shook her head, turning and going into her bathroom, grabbing a bottle of pills and returning to the living room, “Here, do you want water, or something sweet to guzzle it down?”

“A friend slash enemy dared me to do it, and a really good friend of mine was there, and….I kinda wanted to show him I wasn’t a coward.” The candyjin sighed, folding their arms across their chest in a huffy, childish manner. “I just hope Meds doesn’t think badly of me for being mean to Nostalgia, though.” He grumbled, “Nah, if the pills themselves don’t have any added flavors or textures I should be able to just take them as they are.” NegaKuura replied, returning the previous expression with a darker, saddened one. “I just want them to like me. So I figure, if dangerous stunts are the way to do it, why not risk a little pain and trauma?”

"Here then," She handed the pills to the obviously distraught candyjin who sulked like a child denied sweets, her face becoming softer as she noticed how upset Nega was becoming. "That was a foolish move on your part, Nega. A mentality like that, regardless of your impressive strength and endurance, will get you killed." Marcia scolded lightly, "The way you’re putting it, you make it sound like they’d only like you if you were in pain and at risk of doing serious damage to yourself. I know you like pain and all, but would you want to be in it constantly just to impress someone?" She sat down on her couch, looking over at him with a small raise of her brow, "Well, at least the damage is minimal…your eyes don’t hurt at all, right? Or your head?"

“Thank you.” The candyjin responded briefly, taking the pills, then quickly stuffing them into maw and swallowing them. He didn’t much care for chewing what he eat, even if it wasn’t pills. “No…Not both of them. The Medication Lizard doesn’t find enjoyment in seeing me suffer, but Nostalgia does.” Nega sighed; “Well not really. Pain is only meant to be an occasionl sensation for us candyjins, generally given to use by our significant others. If it becomes something more, or is performed more than often, then we simply loose interest in it all together.” He explained, or in the least, as best he could. Candyjin customs were…’Difficult’ to comprehend to most others, Nega knew that. Or rather, he learned it after the whole cupcakes incident. “It’s only the outer lining, and the inside of my head that hurts. But it’s not enough to incapacitate me, so really it’s nothing serious.”


overhearing people talking about something u like


hearing that they talkin shit