hm... if you could meet and date three khv members ( not at the same time but like in an order of most to least or something ya know ), who would they be and why? oh and one of them has to be a male member, at least lol
um CHANNING TATUM BECAUSE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH LOVE ME pls k bye tod to whoever wants it? c;
give me a truth doh
✧ location: duvont home [ richie's bedroom ] ✧ mood: U G H ! ✧ theme: (◡‿◡✿) ✧✧ affection: -- ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ✧ ✧ ooc: -- ✧ At least ten hours had passed since Richie had texted Elisa. Te boy stopped keep tracking after a while, eyeing the clock had become to boring and somewhat depressing. At least he finally finished that the problem that had been troubling him for so long, and managed to complete all his future homework assignments. It felt like it took forever, but when he checked back, only an hour or two had passed. It was barely lunch time by that point. The low growls in his stomach were nagging at him, but he ignored their urges. He wasn't in the mood to eat. Despite how early it was, the blonde knew he wouldn't be going anywhere important... well, actually, he wouldn't be going anywhere regardless. The outbreak had everyone on lockdown, and during the night when Richie was wide-eyed and blankly staring at his ceiling, the silence that used to once be bustling downtown life was eerie and unsettling. He never thought he'd admit it, but he kind of missed the irritating noises from outside. As annoying as they were at times, it was... normal for him. Regardless, after deciding not to eat, the boy changed into a new set of pajamas and cuddled into his covers. He spent the rest of his day with his green eyes glued to the teli screen. He turned on the comedy programs, hoping it would cheer him up a little... but of course it didn't. He barely even cracked a smile. How depressing. When the sun began to set and darkness soon followed, Richie decided it was time to call it quits. He flipped off the teli and reached for his phone, grasping it tightly. He was... afraid, almost, of checking it, because he knew he wouldn't see a cheerful message from his best friend. And yet, if a small shred of hope left in him, the blonde decided he would check. And of course not. He sighed despondently. His fingers danced around the touchscreen letters as he decided what he would text her. As much as he was hurt by Elisa's negligence, he simply couldn't act passive aggressive towards her. He decided to go the cautious friend route, with a hint of evident sadness to hopefully make her think on her actions. Soon after the boy fell asleep, cradling his pillow gently. Text to Elisa: erm i hope you have a good night!!sleep well and stay safe bbytext me soon...!!. . . please?
myb wat abot it
u chump
✧ location: duvont home [ richie's bedroom ] ✧ mood: ugh ✧ theme: (◡‿◡✿) ✧✧ affection: -- ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ✧ ✧ ooc: -- ✧ Richie glanced over the problem that had been troubling him for the past ten minutes once again. He seemed to be trapped in a twisted loop, forever scanning the question and attempting to solve it. He groaned and rubbed his temples, tossing the pencil awry that he was previously tapping insistently. His eyes darted to his phone. It had been bone dry as of late; he texted Elisa at least three times a day, with their contents ranging from asking her assistance with homework, to wondering why she took so long to respond. She was probably with him right now, cuddling and snuggling it up with each other. He sighed dishearteningly. Ever since those two became official, Richie had been pushed into a little box and stored away in a solemn corner. She barely had any time for him anymore, not like she would want to anyway. His turquoise haired best friend only cared about one thing: Ryder. Richie didn't hate his brother, not by a long shot, but he was more... heartbroken and hurt. Thinking about him, let alone actually seeing him, left a sour taste on his tongue. The twins barely even spoke, even more so since the whole outbreak. Their rapidly decreasing interactions probably made the older twin joyful; he could spend more time with his new lovey dovey and not worry about Richie "butting in" and ruining their good time. Whatever, he didn't need them anyway... right? . . . He was only fooling himself. Without Elisa, he felt so... empty, hollow, incomplete. Grasping the phone tightly in his palm, the blonde speedily typed and sent a text to her before he could stop himself. Text to Elisa: hey... uh, are you alright?haven't heard from you in a while and i just......yeah... hope you're having a good time with ryder He truly had no idea if she was actually with him at the moment, but he just assumed so. Where else would she be? She was either glued to the computer [ which he knew she wasn't because he would see reblogs from her on Tumblr ], with Ryder, or with him- oh right, at least she used to be. With his head hung, the boy curled into a ball and stared at the computer.
NOT WHEN YOU'RE ALMOST SIXTEEN AND PEOPLE AT RESTAURANTS HAND YOU A KID'S MENU BECAUSE THEY THINK YOU ARE A TEN YEAR OLD cries
... it's... it's ronpa... not rompa...
chichen tetrazzini it even comes with a video and giada is a goddess so
♡ location: colorful artworld [ le forêt's bakery shoppe ] ♡ mood: (◡‿◡✿) ♡ theme: tea? ♡♡ ooc: yay super excited!! ^ u ^ ♡ ♡ "C'mere Kokoro! Let's go explore through here! ^ u ^" An eager girl exclaimed across the meadow, dotted with colorful, pastel flowers. Baby blues, light pinks, and soft lavenders flashed by in a blur as she sprinted into the woods, her fluffy companion not far behind. He barked as she skidded to a halt, almost falling forward. She giggled and spun around, her dress twirling playfully with the gentle breeze. She squatted down until she was almost level with her puppy, their eyes locking. She altered her expression to a "serious" one, puffing her cheeks and squinting hard. She clenched them tighter, then quickly opened them. ♡ ♡ "Boo~!" Kokoro titled his head in confusion, his ears flopping to one side. The girl cracked a smile, and the dog returned to his joyful appearance. She scooped him up, holding him under her arm as she pointed in a random direction and charged. The furry pal yelped in excitement. She knew they were close to discovering something new! As she breathed in, the girl caught a whiff of something... sweet and sugary? Her and Kokoro's ears perked at the sudden delicious scent, their heads turning and eyes meeting once more. Placing the poochie back on the warm ground, after a short silence, the girl shouted cheerfully. ♡ ♡ "First one there gets their yummy dessert first! Threeeee... twoooo... ooooooone. . . go!" Immediately, the kawaii duo of friends sprinted their hearts out in the direction of the delectable aroma. Kokoro snatched the lead at first, the girl trailing close behind. As the view of the bakery shoppe [ unbeknownst to them at the time ] came into view, she picked up the speed, pushing herself as hard as she could. Closer... closer... almost there! At the last minute, the girl pulled ahead, leaving the dog in the dust. In a few seconds he caught up however, and the two were neck and neck. ♡ ♡ And the winner was... Miss Fortune! * 3 * Doing a cute celebratory dance, she cheered gleefully. Bending down, she petted the dog's back, his tail shooting up with sudden enjoyment. He chirped happily, licking the girl's face lovingly. She giggled, proclaiming sweetly, "You did a super duper amazing job Kokoro! But you're no match for the best sprinter ever!!" With a perky smile, the girl kissed his forehead and skipped to the front of the vivid building. "A bakery shoppe...? Hmmmm, this must be new! I wonder what goodies they have!" She murmured to herself, calling for her four-legged friend with a whistle. Together they entered the bright store, grins smeared across both faces. ♡
there's also a new hp book coming out about harry's son
AHAHAHAHAH TRACK laughs falls over cries and dies
✧ location: smar home [ kitchen ] ✧ mood: (◡‿◡✿) // ?? ✧ theme: tea? ✧✧ affection: -- ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ✧ ✧ ooc: -- ✧ A wonderful aroma could be discovered emanating from the Smar kitchen. He was preparing some corned beef hash after raiding Freya's fridge and discovering she had some leftover corned beef. He found that a little odd, since corned beef was usually eaten around St. Patrick's Day but he wouldn't argue; he was about to serve a great and special breakfast that his friend would surely enjoy. As he added the finishing egg on top, his phone buzzed. He looked to it curiously. Text from Elisa: Hey babe are you okay ; ~~~~~ ;Please contact me. I want to knowyou're alright sobs And are you goingto be able to go to the funeral later? Fu. . .neral? The boy read the message again and again, the short yet shocking words replaying through his mind. Whose funeral was it? Obviously it had to be someone close, since Elisa texted him... but who? He didn't even want to think about it right now. Exhaling a wavered breath, the blonde quickly texted back before he could over think anything. He wouldn't want to ruin this lovely breakfast anyway. Everything will be okay... Text to Elisa: ummm... what funeral...? ; - ;whose is it?! are you alright??text me back asap bby everything'll be okay... Shoving the phone deep in his pockets, Richie added the finishing touches to his delectable masterpiece. He carried the platter over to the dining room table where he and Freya could eat peacefully. This was kind of a fancy breakfast, so why spend it in front of the teli? Besides, after their talk last night, the aura between them was full-blown awkwardness. Just the two of them at the table with no distractions... some conversation would have to come out of that. "Freya~! Breakfast is serv-" The boy chimed melodically before he was interrupted by a knock at the door. He contemplated for a second whether or not he should answer... N O P E. After all, this was Freya's home so guests shouldn't really be answering doors. For a moment he was concerned she was still asleep, but he then picked up some faint footsteps from upstairs and knew she was out of bed. Returning to the kitchen to grab some plates and silverware, the boy meticulously placed them down on the table. It looked very pretty and kind of classy, which made him feel a little better inside. The ominous text from Elisa was still fresh in his thoughts, but he would try his best to forget about it at least until breakfast was over. Sitting down at one end of the rather large table, Richie patiently waited for his friend to come downstairs and enjoy their breakfast meal together.
that's nice
Text from Freya: Richie, I need you to come over... right now. I did it. I gave it to Tucker and I feel like I'm going to be sick about it. Well since Elisa was too busy doing whatever, Richie decided he would accept Freya's invitation. Besides, she seems like she really need someone to talk with, especially if it was about Tucker and what she did. He would be there soon enough, so the boy didn't text back. A moment later, a call from his mother came through, requesting that he help her with the groceries when she arrived home in a few minutes. The blonde sighed, annoyed. Mama Duvont's grocery shopping sprees also were huge and took at least forty-five minutes to bring inside and put everything away properly. / Sorry Freya, you'll have to wait a little while longer... / The groceries took about an hour to complete, even more to Richie's demise. Hurriedly putting away the last of the groceries, the boy kissed Mama Duvont goodbye and speedwalked to his car. He slipped into the driver's seat and started the ignition, tuning the radio to his fave pop station. He drove off towards Freya's home speedily. The blonde knocked on Freya's door, waiting for her to answer. He waited outside in the cold for a couple of minutes. Once the freezing weather chilled him to the bone, he turned the doorknob slightly, resulting in the door opening just a crack. He peered in, Freya was asleep on the couch. He shivered and shook uncontrolably. He usually didn't do something like this, but a mixture of the cold and his DPD that constantly gnawed at the back of his thoughts caused him to enter her home. The couch was big enough for Richie to sit without bothering the sleeping girl. She didn't look like she was waking up anytime soon, so the blonde flipped on the teli and settled into the comfy couch. "Uh... help yourself to anything in the kitchen. I'll be right back." The unexpected voice caused the boy to turn his head, just catching Freya leaving the couch and heading upstairs. He turned his attention back to the teli, becoming engrossed in it once more. Upon her return, the girl spoke softly, "S-sorry about that... I uh, I need to talk to you." He inspectes her up and down, examining her improved state. All he could do was crack a smile, which soon turned somber as he began to speak. "Yeah? Was is it? Is it about Tucker...?" The boy looked worriedly at her. "Yeah... I... I gave him the love potion." "Did... something happen?" "At first... no, not that I knew about it, but he came over yesterday and... well... you kind of look like you already know what happened..." "Did you two... uh... do anything? You know like..." Freya blushed intensely. "N-no! Not really... I mean, we just sort of... spent the night together. Nothing more than that..." "O-oh... good, good... I was just making sure. So then what's the problem? You seem... ashamed, almost." Richie paused. Did he say too much? "I... uh... I mean, do you feel... like guilty?" "I... I do. Whenever I'm with him it's not as bad because... well, he makes me really happy... but I'm not sure, you know? I'm not sure if he's happy when he's with me... or if it's just that..." Richie cocked his head slightly. Freya seemed to be... distracted. almost like she was engaged in a whole other conversation. "Well... there's not much you can do now Freya. What's done is done, and I don't think that there's a reversal for Cupid's Brew." She still seemed preoccupied. "Hey... you alright? I mean, I know you're not really but... you seem diengaged, like something's distracting you." "I guess I'm just looking for... you know, someone to tell me what I did was right, but I don't know Richie. Maybe it's just nerves... maybe I'm just beating myself up when I should really be happy that he wants me as much as I want him... a-and I'm fine... I'm thinking is all..." Made sense. A lot was racing through her mind, of course she'd seem slightly distracted. Richie was sure he did too, as his thoughts wondered about what Elisa was doing right now. She took a breath, like she was going to continue, but she didn't know how to do it. Richie took advantage of this, and spoke up. "I understand... but as much as I want you to feel better, I don't think lying is going to help you and I know you know that. Like I told you last time it was over, I don't agree with Cupid's Brew necessarily but... since you're feeling guilty, maybe you should try to surround yourself with him constantly so you don't feel as guilty... so you can finally be happy..." Freya looked to him, finally continuing her train of thought. "But you... um, you seem like you've got something bothering you... I shouldn't be so selfish. Do you have something you want to talk about...?" Richie was taken back by Freya's sudden interest in his dilemmas. Well, with the way this conversation was headed, He would want to detour it also. Though, it was sweet that she cared enough to ask. "O-oh... nothing's really bothering me... just that my best friend Elisa left me last night unexpectedly and I was worried. I still don't know where she is right now... but I want to be with her all the time, and I know that's selfish, but she's suddenly become obsessed with Ryder and I don't like it very much..." / I must seem like such a bad person... / Freya nodded, tracking back to their previous conversation then continuing their current one. "I dunno if it'll last Richie. I know that when I'm with him everything feels okay... but I know the feeling is there, nagging at me little by little... and I think I'll eventually go crazy thinking about it." She paused, sighly deeply. "Oh... I'm sorry Richie... that sounds terrible... y... you said she's obsessed with him... like... all of a sudden?" "Yeah... at first, I suspected Cupid's Brew but around each other, they seem so... awkward... and, and shouldn't the potion make the person head over heels in love with you?" Richie's eyes widened. Some thoughts he'd been trying so hard to supress bubbled up to the surface, gnawing at him. "I... I dunno. Tucker was... um... I asked him to stay this morning, but he said he had other things to do. I don't know how it's supposed to work, but I know I'm not his entire world... at least not in an obsession sort of way..." "But... but then that means..." One of those thought bubble finally popped, plastering the horrible idea all over his mind. "Uh... nothing... I'm sorry that things aren't going your way." Richie was very distraught, and Freya semmed to put two and two together. She wasn't dumb, after all. "I... uh... I'm sorry Richie." The girl moved closer to him, scooting across the couch. She wrapped her arm around him, pulling him close. Was she trying to...? "Um..." Freya moved in awkwardly for a hug. Richie attempted to hug back, trying to make the best of... whatever this was. "Uh... it's okay, thanks." He paused as Freya detatched. She seemed almost as relieved that thr hug had ended as he was. "Hey... um, is it okay if I stay over tonight? I don't really feel like going home... where / he'll / be there probably." "Y-yeah, let me get a pillow and some blankets. You can crash on the couch." "Uh... thanks again..." He managed a smile as she got up and exited the living room. Freya was letting him stay over... he should do something nice for her. Aha! The boy left the couch and headed into the kitchen. He was going to whip up something nice. After the two ate, which lifted their morale quite a bit, and watched some teli together, Freya headed into the kitchen, taking the dishes along with her. Once she finished, she waved him goodbye as she passed by and left for upstairs after saying good night and happy new year. Richie returned the formality with a genuine smile as he set up his sleeping quarters. His phone buzzed on the coffee table in front of him. It was probably Elisa... should he look at it? She was probably with him right now, but it wasn't her fault. It was... / his /. He had no reason to be upset with her. Text from Elisa: Oh yeah! so so sorry about that ahhh u A u Momma texted that we would have an impromptu roadtrip for new year. We're still out of town and I won't be back till later sobs I'm so sorry I had to leave so suddenly!! :CCCC He texted back rather quickly. He was tired and wanted to get some sleep soon. Text to Elisa: oh it's okay!! like i said i was just worried ahaa i wish you would have told me last night though... but it's all alright now! have a good night!! happy new year again hehe!! ^ u ^ Closing his eyes and rustling into a comfortable position. He would / not / think about him and what he did... no... No... No. . . ! . . . He would never look at Ryder the same again.
http://puu.sh/4lCaD.png here's angie // teddy girl for brush strokes * 3 * [ also can you link the images to your other character from perhaps a...
Sitting down on the couch and turning on the teli, the boy began to eat his steak and eggs breakfast. It was one of his faves, and luckily there was still some leftover steak from a few nights ago. He usually only prepared it for special occassions... and when he was trying to get something-- or / someone /-- off his mind. He ate the food happily as he flipped through the channels. He stopped when he found a show he enjoyed, his eyes locked onto the screen. Aaaaah this was nice and much needed. Pushing the thought of / them / out of his thoughts for at least a little while felt great. No worrying, no jealously, no loneliness... just steak, eggs, and The Amazing World of Gumball. （＾Ｏ＾） / Bvvvvvvvt. Bvvvvvvvt. / Huh...? Drawing his attention away from the nutty antics of Gumball and Darwin, the blonde peered at his phone. Maybe it was Johnis asking him out for coffee, or maybe Freya wanting to have another deep talking session, maybe even his sister asking him to go to the mall with her. For once, Richie was totally caught off guard by who texted him. Elisa. Richie inspected the messge carefully. It was a simple Happy New Years message, but something seemed kind of... off. She left so suddenly last night, and now she's texting him like nothing happened?? He sighed, confused and slightly irritated. A small part of him thought it'd be best to not text her back as a punishment for leaving him so rudely last night. Buuuuuut... he couldn't do that, especially not to his best friend. He / needed / Elisa, and ignoring her would only cause drama. He then thought about what he should say; should he be casual like she was? Slightly passive aggressive? Inquisitive about last night with a hint of worry, maybe? To Elisa: happy new year babu!! ^ u ^ i hope yours is super awesome too! buuuut... i / do / have a question for you... um... where did you go last night?? i was really worried about you since you usually don't do stuff like that... :c Hitting send, the boy tossed his phone aside and focused back onto his deilcious food and the teli.
here's my entry. also it's an apng [ animated png ] file so if you don't use opera or firefox you'll need to install a plugin to view the animation. c: OH RIGHT and i guess the theme for this sig would be kagerou project?? i'm a big fan of the videos and am very excited for the anime coming soon! this is a theme some others are participating so it's also nice that it brings some people closer and be a part of a little "group" herk! ^ u ^
i was about to comment that it was funny the title was about a white girl when in the thumbnail she looked black but then i watched it so NEVERMIND anyway dis hoe is dumb as hell like i'm sure there were plenty of places to wall twerk in that room but she chose the door? like bitch you dumb af, but nonetheless it must have been super cray and scary also i'm going to twerk anyway fuk da popo
