- See you later, summer -

by Pedro Gabriel

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WHAT DOES HE HAVE TO SAY

LET HIM SPEAK

The King vs. The Dragon—Part II

Link to Part I: https://voltage-vixen.tumblr.com/post/186567326741/the-king-vs-the-dragonpart-i

 MC had just finished getting ready for her big day off. She was going to spend the morning with Eisuke, and her afternoon with Soryu. The last time the three of them were altogether, things had seemed a bit tense between the two bidders. Hopefully they worked out whatever issues they may have had going on with each other. Checking herself over one last time in the mirror, she ran out the door to meet Eisuke. When she made it outside, she saw Eisuke leaning against a large black limo. He was wearing his casual clothes which, she had never seen him in. Eisuke could pull of any look, but really could rock jeans. “Well aren’t you a dirty girl? Do I really look that good?” Eisuke asked with a smirk. Snapping out of her daze, MC blushed and tried to regain her composure. “I’m sorry! I was spacing out.” He opened the door, “Get in.”

MC quickly got in the car and he climbed in after her. The car started driving off and the pair sat in silence. She still didn’t know where they were going, or why he even asked her to keep her morning open. “Eisuke,” she started, “Not that I’m complaining, but is there any reason why you wanted to meet up today?” For once in his life, Eisuke didn’t know how to respond to the question asked to him. “It’s nothing for you to worry about. No more questions until we get there.” They sat in silence until the car finally stopped moving. Eisuke was the first to exit and he turned around and reached for her hand. Grabbing it in hers, she followed him into the large shopping mall complex they had arrived at.

“Pick anything you want, and I’ll buy it for you.” Eisuke told her assuming this would be a good date. The women in his past often enjoyed shopping and would love it when he would buy them presents. MC didn’t want to go shopping for herself though. She wanted to do something that the both could enjoy. They walked past a mall map and she quickly glanced at it and found the perfect place they could go. “Eisuke do you mind if we stop somewhere? I wanted to try something from the sweet café.” He always took his coffee with extra cream and sugar, so she knew he had a sweet tooth. “Do what you want.” Eisuke responded abruptly, but MC could swear she saw a look of surprise on his face.

They placed their orders and they found some seats in the café. “I’m not surprised you found the food place so quickly,” Eisuke smirked, “You seem to have a talent for that.” She smiled at him, “I chose this place because I thought you would like it Eisuke.” His eyes widened at her confession. He always knew she was different from other women, but he didn’t realize how considerate and genuine she was. Eisuke never had someone truly care about his well-being before. MC shared stuff about herself from her childhood, and soon Eisuke found himself opening up about his experience at boarding school, and how he first met Soryu.

Their morning flew by as they enjoyed their conversation and didn’t even realize it was almost time for MC to meet up with Soryu. On the car ride back, MC was still thinking about how this was the first time she had ever seen Eisuke seem this relaxed and open. They arrived back at her apartment and to her surprise, Eisuke walked her back to her door. “Thank you for today Eisuke. I had a really great time getting to know more about you.” He crossed his arms in front of his chest. “I didn’t do it for you,” he quickly looked away hiding his faint blush, “I just want to make sure my employees are resting properly so they don’t embarrass me or the hotel when they are on the clock.” She gave him one last look before heading into her apartment. “Thank you anyway Eisuke,” and with that she closed the door.

Eisuke didn’t expect to enjoy himself as much as he did today. Today was the first time in a long time where he felt he could truly let his guard down and be himself. This woman was having quite the effect on him. It made his blood boil thinking of how she was going to be meeting Soryu in just a few hours. He felt his fist clenching up at the just of Soryu making her laugh or seeing that beautiful smile of hers. Grabbing his phone, he pulled up Soryu’s contact info, and hit dial. “We need to talk.” Eisuke barked into the phone.

To be continued….

been a long time since my face was on this blog ♡

OOOH WHAT A GODDESS 😍😍😍

Airport in Singapore. (Source)

when you and your friend say the same witty comment in reply to someone else simultaniously 

i feel personally attacked by this tweet

Say it with me:

I deserve more than the bare minimum.

Song: 銀の薔薇 (Gin no bara) Artist: Sakamaki Subaru【CV: Takashi Kondo】 Album: Diabolik Lovers ED (Subaru Ver.)

A World Lost in Time By Graham Holtshausen

this tip tho!!!!!!!!

I need to try this for trips I only bring a carry-on to.

I use to do this all the time in the military. Just forgot how to over time o.o

I wish I’d known about this when I was homeless.

I could’ve taught it to all the other ladies at the shelter and Darlene could’ve sucked a sour one because she never would have been able to bitch at us for “having too many clothes.”

reblogging this to have it forever because holy god damn

This, and then put it into a large ziploc bag, squeeze the air out and seal. Waterproof.

Hell you could probably put a few outfits in a gallon sized bag

it’s sometimes hard to believe rasputin was real. like there’s no non-fucked up part of rasputin’s existence

did he do something problematic i thought he was just russia’s greatest love machine

basic (true) story: fanatical russian monk who has almost never shaved or washed and smells like goats shows up at the russian capital with a creepy look on his beardy face and everyone just assumes he’s a prophet or a saint because he’s got a cult following that believes he can cure illnesses. his stans are sexually obsessed with him and he gets just a fuckton of russian pussy wherever he goes cause apparently he can cure his true believers of illness with god-given dick magic. russia’s queen has him come stay at the palace and sets him up in luxury because she thinks he can cure her son’s haemophilia with the power of russian goat jesus, and they (allegedly) become lovers, probably, ‘cause she craves that unwashed goat-scented dick like the rest of his cult which she now  (allegedly) belongs to. 

then the worst assassins in the history of assassinations try to assassinate him, because all of russia is slutshaming the queen he has too much power over the royal family and it’s helping revolutionaries turn people against the royals. so these idiots have him round for tea and cakes which are poisoned with cyanide, but he is magically unaffected by poison they get the dose wrong and he doesn’t die, and then he drinks three glasses of wine, which are also poisoned, and he doesn’t die, so they tell him to look at a crucifix and shoot him in the chest with a revolver when he isn’t looking, and he doesn’t die, but they think he’s dead so one of them dresses in his clothes and gets driven to his apartment to make it look like he’s gone home to hide the crime, and when they come back he gets up and attacks them, so they stab him in the side with a knife, and he doesn’t die, and then he frees himself and runs outside, so they shoot him a few times more, including in the forehead, and they wrap his body up and chuck him in the icy river, and he doesn’t go into the water, so his body is found on the ice the next day. and get this…. he died…. of hypothermia.

additionally, everyone who wasnt in the party of getting rid of rasputin was pretty bummed out when they found him and his miracle dick dead the next day and there was a pretty bangin funeral of which the royal family themselves attended. however after the tsar was overthrown a few month later they exhumed his body and burned it because the new leadership was very adamant about making sure there were no ties left to honor the old monarchy. however this dudes body had never been properly prepped for a cremation which meant that under the extreme heat his tendons and ligaments began to retract and shrink causing his dead body to move and twitch around as if still animate. according to some testimony his body actually sat up straight on the pyre, and at least one spectator fired a gun at the body and another may have allegedly died of shock.

Rasputin was an old god from times before humans

He is like a cleric gone wild

“did rasputin do something problematic” i am going to die