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Ask me anything  

You can call me Firaga.

I hang out on a lot of fandoms.

Sometimes I try to art.

I have a weird obsession with turtles.


cindersk:

rolandofeld:

The sass is strong in Disney.

The truly magical moments of Disney.

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odiedragon:

solitae:

leftenantreece:

2112tryptophanbonfires:

ANNIE - Official Trailer (2014)

I’m not gonna lie, I teared up a little bit when I saw the trailer.

I’m sooo excited for this… cheese fest and all!

this is so freaking adorable and yes i cried. I can’t wait.

I CAN’T WAIT

So I’ll probably get slammed for this (because, tumblr) but here goes anyway.  Ask box is open, slam away.

When the original Little Orphan Annie was written, chronologically we were a lot closer to a time where there was a strong bias against Irish people.  By making Annie red haired, it was implied that she was of Irish descent, and by extension, the audience would have inherently known that was part of the bias against her.

Changing Annie’s race to African American replicates this same dynamic in modern society, and that’s a big part of why so many people were upset by it.  A BLACK orphan?!  Nooooooo, keep her white and red haired and cute I DON’T WANT TO DEAL WITH HOW THIS IS MAKING ME UNCOMFORTABLE.

Casting Annie as black in 2014 is a much more true to the original character than casting her as a caucasian red head.

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cookiecreation:

"It’s up to you now, Excalibur."
no just NO

cookiecreation:

"It’s up to you now, Excalibur."

no just NO

— 3 hours ago with 216 notes

just-another-dream:

The best part is he gets slowly more annoyed

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thenursedraws:

I started reading the manga again, and I’m absolutely obsessed with this two. Did this in about… I don’t know, an hour or so. Hope you like it! :D

thenursedraws:

I started reading the manga again, and I’m absolutely obsessed with this two. Did this in about… I don’t know, an hour or so. Hope you like it! :D

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— 3 hours ago with 119 notes
"I’m alright. I’ll be okay. I just had a bad dream, that’s all."

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— 3 hours ago with 262 notes
xwynn asked: I am in a tsustar mood now so Tsustar flower shop


Answer:

whos-that-foxi-lady:

Give me flowers and i will give you ALL THE BABIES.

;D

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“Never thought I’d see you, of all people, in this place.”

For as long as she’d been working at Marie’s flower shop, Maka never once saw this guy stop by for a visit. She honestly didn’t bother anticipating it. Not after the many times he teased her about finally “embracing her girly side,” and made it clear a macho like him wouldn’t be caught dead or alive near floristry. Typical idiocracy on his behalf…

But oh how the tables have turned~

Biceps-for-brains strolled in not too long ago, and she let him have it. Maka made sure every single comment about “feminine this” and “too macho for that” was thrown right back at him; that he was a dumb, insensitive male stuck in adolescent years and wait a minute, was he even listening?!

“Yoooo, earth to Star!”

“Yeah, yeah I hear ya, miss piggy,” he sneered, sending Maka’s irritation skyrocketing to the moon. She hated that damn nickname. “Stop yer damn squealin’ already, I need some help.”

“You, need help? Tell me something I don’t already know,” Maka exclaimed dryly, albeit being proud of her witty comeback, but he didn’t fix his face to say anything else. Instead, his stare concentrated on the wall, where she had recently painted some sunflowers. She didn’t think art was all that, even though Marie insisted she was a natural Van Gogh. Pfft, maybe when he was six years old.

“Well, I can’t help you if you wanna pay attention to my kindergarten doodles on the wall instead,” Maka reprimanded, taping her pencil against the wooden counter to get his attention. “My face is up here.”

“I know,” he mumbled. “I’m just thinking is all.”

Ok, now that was strange. Star never, ever thinks hard about anything. He usually just says shit and thinks about it afterward..or not at all.

“Blake, what has gotten into you?” Maybe the use of his real name would reel his attention back. A couple of moments passed between the two before he started talking again.

“Hey piggy, isn’t there usually another lady who helps you out here?”

“Uh..yeah,” Maka’s brow rose in suspicion. Just how would he know about that if she’s never seen him anywhere near the shop? “And stop calling me that. I’m not a muppet.”

“She in today?”

“Yeah…in the back helping Ms. Marie with a new shipment…”

“Ok.”

She did not miss how those green eyes lit up slightly.

“May I ask why?”

Now he was looking at her, giving hi full attention. “None of your business, bookworm,” he grumbled.

“Oh yeah it is you blue-haired monkey,” she figured since they were on a nickname basis she could exercise all of hers for him. “Tsubaki’s a very good friend of mine, so naturally I have my eye out for her.”

“Tsubaki,” he rolled the name off of his tongue with a smile very unfamiliar to Maka. In all their years as childhood friends, she never seen him sport that smile before. “Thats a nice name.”

Oh. Ohhh

“Staaaarrr,” she sing songed with a huge smirk.

“‘The hell is that voice?” Star lifted his elbows from the counter, and the smile instantly turned into a frown.

‘This should be fun,’ she mused.

Have you been sneaking by the shop lately?” Maka continued in that tone. “You know, surveying the premises while I’m not looking?”

“You’re crazy as shit, pigtails,” he countered, stuffing his hands in his back pockets. “I have no idea what yer yappin about.”

“Liar,” She reached out and booped his nose with the end of her pencil, catching him off guard. “I’ve no idea who you’re trying to fool, Star, but it’s pretty apparent you got a thing for my co-worker. Now, which ones to you want?

“What? Pfft, ha! I am a god! I don’t need any of those things to-”

“So sir, what kind of flowers would you like to purchase today?” Maka cut him off slyly as Tsubaki made her way out of the storage room, humming a little tune with a smile beaming on her face.  He was staring a little too hard at the raven haired lady in the green apron, mouth slightly parted and eyes wide like a lovestruck puppy. If he had a tail it would’ve probably wagged itself off his ass from overexertion. She fought the urge not to laugh when his eyes followed her all the way back into the storage room.

“You were saying, adonis?” She snorted.

“Huh-uh…w-what kind does she like? ” he whispered down to her level and she nearly lost her composure. “Shut up, shortstack! It ain’t funny!”

“No, it’s downright hilarious!” she laughed, causing his frown to deepen. She’d never let him live this one down. “You looked like how my boyfriend does in the morning,” she giggled.

“TMI,” he grimaced, and she burst out in more laughter. “Quit witchin’ and tell me!”

“Ok, ok,” he stifled herself and threw on a calmer expression as she scribbled an address for next day delivery on her notepad. “Camellia blossoms. That’s what her name means.”

“Hmm,” he scratched his chin, causing Maka’s brow to quirk.

“I take it you want a dozen, right?”

He looked up and flashed her the most ridiculous grin she’d ever seen him put on.

“Three dozen!” he exclaimed excitedly. “A godly amount for sure.”

Maka sighed, but happily jotted down the order details. Star was never one to follow conventional rules anyway. Anything he did had to go above and beyond, otherwise it wasn’t a Star move. She almost started to feel bad for Tsubaki. What was she going to do when she got home and found all of those flowers at her doorstep?

————

When it was time to close up shop the next day, Maka had given Tsubaki a particularly heartfelt “goodbye and take care,” further heightening her happy mood from receiving a bonus from Marie. She made sure to soak in every bit of the sunset sky as she walked down the blocks leading to her home. It was a saturday, so she witnessed a good deal of parents and their kids frollicing about merrily when she passed by the playground. A little girl who looked to be no more than two years old smiled and waved, and the older woman couldn’t help but return the favor.

When she unlocked the front door to her apartment, her brother who was lounging idly on the couch caught her off guard with his comment.

“Do I need to watch out for this punk, Tsu?”

“Huh?” she discarded her shoes by the mat and stared confusingly at him. “Mune, what are you talking about?”

“Look on the table.”

Sure enough she did, and saw three lovely, fresh bouquets of camellia blossoms sitting in a blue wicker basket with a teddy bear.

“I found this by front the door when I came home,” he grumbled irately, flipping the channel before reaching for a cup of green tea. “Some real cheese ball must have left it there for you. Read the card. I for once, actually barfed.”

“Masamune!” Tsubaki’s cheeks colored. “How dare you read my mail!”

“Just read the thing.”

She leaned down to pick up the bouquet with a tiny blue envelope nestled safely between the stems, not even bothering to smell the flowers. In all of her years working with plants, she was very aware camellia blossoms had no smell about them, but that did not distract from the beauty of the flower.

She gingerly plucked the envelope from the plant’s grasp, opening it and pulling out a tiny card with contents that made her gasp. On the card was a phone number and chickenscratch handwriting she could barely make out that read:

To the brightest star in the sky,

A god wishes upon you everyday.

“Disgusting, isn’t it?”

“Oh hush, Mune,” Tsubaki shot back at him before glancing at the card once more and smiling. “I think it’s really sweet.”

Said older brother scoffed, and turned his attention back to whatever was on the television. “I will never understand you, little sis.”

Later on after she had freshened up, Tsubaki snapped a pic of the flowers on her phone, sent it to Maka, and waited for a reply.

Tsu: who sent these Maka?!

Maka: ;) call the # and you’ll find out

Tsu: ….

       is he cute?

Maka: remember the guy I took orders from yesterday? Blue highlights, green eyes, wearing a black tank…?

Tsu: …

        nooooo?

Maka: yeeeesss?

Tsu: …

       i’m calling the #

 

 

— 4 hours ago with 39 notes

stansusedbloggingemporium:

When I was just starting high school, a girl who rode my bus invited me to stay the night at her house and when I did she got really emotional and told me no girls ever stayed over because she was a lesbian and if you don’t think that’s the saddest thing ever you need to re-evaluate your life

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queenbraus:

FEMALE!!!!! SPORTS!!!!! ANIME!!!!!!
PETITION FOR LESBIAN GYMNASTICS ANIME.

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