2023 Valentine's card translations for Sandalphon, Lucifer, Lucilius, Belial, and Beelzebub.
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Cosmic Funnies
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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

JVL

izzy's playlists!
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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we're not kids anymore.

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Love Begins
Xuebing Du

ē„ę„ / Permanent Vacation

#extradirty
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$LAYYYTER

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2023 Valentine's card translations for Sandalphon, Lucifer, Lucilius, Belial, and Beelzebub.

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does faa-san ever come by? š„ŗ
lucifer-sama... please accept my confession!! i love you!!!
Do you like cats?
āI prefer dogs. They have a sense for righteousness and companionshipā¦ā
āI have no preference, but I do enjoy the individuality that cats hold for themselves.ā
what are your wingspans? š³
āThank you for the demonstration, Sandalphon.ā

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āWeāve taken quite some time to sort through setting up the rest of the cafĆ©. I hope you can pardon us for the long wait.ā
āSandalphon, I assumed we were both going to relay the message through the stuffed plushes.ā
ā(Through the stuffed plush)ā¦T-the inbox is openā¦ā
ORISON - English & Japanese lyrics
Full text for the Japanese/Romaji/English lyrics for Sandalphon's second character song, ORISON, under the cut.
Note: Orison was officially confirmed to mean "prayer" in the announcement stream
Romaji and English translation by Saltprince. Japanese lyrics taken from the cd booklet.
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Iāll represent you in court :)
Isnāt it consensual when she gave him the photos when they were together š
From a lawyer: āThe photos were consensual. But she did not consent to distribution ā
He really thought he did something with that comment and his lil stank emoji at the end lol
Reblog to save a LIFE dat shit is not ok
for the ladies, and even gentlemen, who follow me and find themselves in this situation.
Same goes for you Men. If your ex leaks photos of your dick or any videos you sent her, you can sue too. Yea, giving the photos with consent is Aight, but spreading them around and āexposingā Aināt it chief

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The Bachelor: VietnamĀ - Contestant confesses to another contestant
They ended up getting married so safe to say she doesnāt regret it
Can we discuss how fucking cute they are tho?
What Minh Thu and Truc Nhu have, I want for myself with whatever woman I find to put up with my annoying ass.
FUCKING GOOD FOR THEM!!! š
i donāt talk a lot about my decision to quit music beyond the vagueĀ āi was good at it, but was too depressed to continueā handwaving i generally offer people who ask
iāve been wanting to talk about it a little more in depth for a while now, though, so here goes
saying i was good as a classical vocalist is a bit of an understatement. my voice is naturally suited to it in a way that most peopleās arenāt, even within the field. i have a frankly ridiculous range that means i can easily sing anything from a low alto to a first soprano role. none of my voice teachers were ever able to pin me down as a specific voice type because of how i was able to switch between them. one voice teacher told me that i had the best voice heād heard in the entire time heād been working at my universityās music department and another told me that she knew professional opera singers who would gladly cut off an arm for what i could do without even trying
i was really fucking good, and in a department where all of my classmates were cautioned to be realistic and have backup plans, the general consensus was that if i wanted to make performing my career, it was entirely within my reach
i quit music after my second suicide attempt, because i knew that if i didnāt, there would be a third and that i wouldnāt fail at it again
i was miserable. by the time i quit, i could barely even stomach listening to the radio and just the sight of my sheet music made me queasy
there was a span of about three months where i barely managed to get out of bed for more than a few minutes at a time
i self medicated with way too much alcohol, because drunken numbness was better than theĀ āi donāt want this, but iām in too deep to get outā numbness that was weighing me down the rest of the time
i had sunk so much time and money and sweat and energy into music that for a long time i honestly couldnāt see a way out that didnāt involve killing myself. everyone was rooting for me. everyone kept telling me how good i was. everyone was going to be so disappointed if iĀ āwastedā my potential
let me tell all of you something that i wish iād known a lot earlier:
just because youāre good at something doesnāt mean itās good for you
iām going to repeat that, because itās one of the hardest lessons iāve ever had to learn in my life
just because youāre good at something doesnāt mean itās good for you
let people be disappointed. itās not their life, itās yours, and you deserve to live it in a way that makes you happy
months after i quit, i was talking with the head of the vocal department, whoād fought against me leaving, and she told meĀ āi thought you were making a huge mistake, but iāve honestly never seen you happier or enjoy music more than you do nowā
sometimes things are meant to stay hobbies, even if youāre Really Good at them. sometimes things are better off as a small part of your life, instead of being the thing your life revolves around
sometimes the thing that feels like youād be losing a limb if you lost it is diseasedĀ and you need to cut it off to save yourself
i donāt know entirely where iām going with all of this, but i wish someone had said it to me when i was younger, so just in case someone out there needs to hear it? you are worth so much more than just one aspect of yourself. and itās okay to not do the things other people tell you that you should be doing. itās not a waste. itās not a crime. and itās okayĀ to put up boundaries and sayĀ āi need this thing to only occupy this much space within meā
donāt lose yourself to what other people think youāre supposed to be
⦠i was putting all this in the tags, but i got way too long, so.
i experienced this myself to lesser degree re: my art.Ā iāve always loved drawing and been pretty good at it, āpretty goodā meaning that as an entirely self taught young artist i was notably ātalented.āĀ enough that lots of adults took me seriously when as a younger kid i said i wanted to do comics or animation or other art when i grew up.
unfortunately a lot of those adults ignored when that changed to āi want to writeā around my teenage yearsĀ (when i discovered writing and something about storytelling just lit that spark in me.)Ā because i was still drawing and i was still getting better at it, i was still enthusiastic about it and liked showing my drawings and being praised.
but some of those adults in my life helped turn this thing i lovedādrawingāinto a thing of pressure and expectation. they didnāt listen to me communicating directly that i felt iād hit my natural limits in art, not just in skill but in enthusiasm and dedication. that i didnāt feel seriously enough about art to push through all the things that frustrated and stymied me, to fight for the improvement that would make art a thing i could really pursue. they got annoyed at me for giving up or not trying hard enough or quitting when it got hard. they didnāt want to hear me say that i wanted my art to be fun, that it was more important to me that art be funāeven getting better at it should be fun, and that if it wasnāt fun anymore iād rather not do it. that iād rather enjoy it as a hobby than hate it as a calling.
it never stopped any single one of them. my mother still demanded i bring out my notebook to show guests and new friends. my godfather still demanded i pack my art for visits to florida and wanted to lecture me about why i should get better at backgrounds.
and itās so easy to be confused in that shit, because i loved my mom being proud of me and my art at the same time as and as much as i hated feeling like a trophy, shown off and distilled to my drawings as my whole value. i loved being praised by my godfather and being treated like an artistic peer, loved him leveling with me about technique and being asked my opinion on HIS art at the same time as i hatedĀ his impatience with my insistence that i didnāt need to work harder at what was fun or his dismissal about writing being my real passion. it still warms me with both pleasure and irritation when he STILL talks about my art and asks me to collaborate with him on professional logos. just like it makes me both pleased and tired when my dad asks me to send him my ānew drawingsā, and that i should let him sell them at his craft fairs alongside his handcrafted wooden creations. (my art is NOT good enough to sell. it never has been.)
it has been years since iāve drawn regularly, itās a rare occasion now to bust out the paper and pencil and try to push an image out of my head through graphite. and i LIKE it like that, but sometimes i wonder how much of my depression was deepened in places by this art being seen as my only shining value.
sometimes i resent how much other people hung pressure and expectation and their entire knowledge of me on āshe drawsā, and how much that gradually wore away the fun in drawing even without me forcing it towards a career. (there are people in my life who STILL insist that drawing is what iām really good at it and that itās Who I Am.)Ā (there are people in my life who have never bothered to know more about me because they decided my art was summary enough.)
so just to repeat what kristen said so concisely and eloquently, just because youāre good at something doesnāt mean itās good for you
and youāre the only one who gets to make that determination.Ā in a lot of cases youāre going to be the only one who will.
the greater good is the life where you are happy and fulfilled, not the one in which people are proud of you and the thing you do.Ā
*HUGE HUGS*
thank you for this addition, especially since it hits on something that i barely touched on in my original post: ITāS OKAY TO DO THINGS JUST FOR FUN
after i stopped treating music as a career that i had to spend several hours per day practicing and perfecting, do you know what happened? i started to enjoyĀ singing again! i still enjoy it!Ā
and please donāt trap yourself into the idea that whatever youāre struggling with is theĀ āonly thingā youāre good at! i had a 20-year-old coworker tell me a while ago that doing cakes is theĀ āonly thingā sheās good at and iām going to tell you guys exactly what i told her:
itās the only thing youāve found that youāre good at so far. there are an infinite number of things in this world for you to try your hands at, and youāll never know what all youāre capable of doingāor how much youāll enjoy doing those thingsāunless youāre willing to put yourself out there and try. if something sounds interesting, give it a shot! if you enjoy it, keep doing it! even if youāre never great at it, youāll still have found something that makes your life more fulfilled and worthwhile, and hey, maybe you WILL discover something that youāre genuinely amazing at!
try new things! make mistakes! learn new skills and fail in new ways!
lifeās too short to not liveĀ it
I wrapped everything I was for years around doing birth work. I had people search me out to be with them. And every time I was they with someone through the process they said I helped them.
And I walked away from it for my own mental health. Because being good at the work was irrelevant to the work being good for me.
āWould you die for me?ā
āAgain?ā
āWhat?ā he asked. He looked amused, as if sheād just said something humorous, but he got the joke an she didnāt.
She was not amused.Ā āAbout once a month you ask me a question like this. Iāve been ignoring it, because I was having fun, but itās getting weird. You ask me if Iād do something extreme to save you. Would I give up an arm to save you. My leg, my big toes, my smile. Youāve asked me this question about most of the parts of my body, including those Iād need to survive, phrasing it as some cute hypothetical that I then play off and try not to act like you just asked me something deeply weird.ā
He blinked.Ā āThatās not-ā
āYou want to know if Iād destroy myself for you. Thatās really what itās about.ā She leaned back and stared up. The trees above them shivered in the breeze.Ā āWe have this conversation over and over, in different ways, and have since we started having lunch together. You want to know if Iāll collapse myself for you, make myself smaller, destroy the things about me that make me me, and whole. The answer is the same as itās always been.ā
āI think youāre reading too much into it.ā He scoffed, still holding onto being amused, as if she were a very cute puppy whoād just piddled itself, not a real adult human being with thoughts and feelings of her own.Ā
She doubled down.Ā āYou take me to lunch several times a week and occasionally, at some point slip into the conversation some question about what I would be willing to give up to preserve you, the way you are. And then you get upset about the answer. You try not to show it, but you do. The truth is that maybe Iād give up a few strands of hair for you. Or my fingernail, cut to the quick. A papercut, maybe, for you. To preserve you, to keep you as the man you are. And you donāt like that. Sometimes I might bend over backwards during ludicrous hypothetical conversations in order to keep your feelings from being too hurt by my actual, blunt answer.ā She sighed.Ā āNo. The answer is no, Tom.āĀ
He laughed, but not with mirth. It was purely reactionary, a laugh of disbelief.
āI wouldnāt give up my arm, or liver, or big toes, or pinkie finger, or teeth for you. I wouldnāt give up my life for you. I might give up a patch of dead skin for you. Or maybe an unsightly mole. A few shed hairs. My right pinkie toenail, maybe. Maybe. Itās cracked anyway and I think itās going to fall off. But I will not destroy myself for you.ā
His laughter had died, and there was a look on his face. A look of anger and sadness both.
She glanced at him.Ā āDonāt ask questions when youāre not prepared for the answer. Especially not over and over again. No, Tom. I wonāt die for you. I wonāt live for you, either. And I think I have better things to do with my Tuesdays than this.ā
āYou can walk back home, then,ā he said, getting up. Perhaps he expected her to chase him. Or even react.
āItās a nice day,ā she said,Ā āI could use a walk.ā It wasnāt really all that far, all told.Ā
He threw a bottle of water on the ground. Ineffectively capped, it splashed water on her.Ā
She ignored it. She knew it was on purpose., but it was such a petty thing. Besides, water dried.Ā
He didnāt leave. He stared at her, stretched out and staring at the trees.Ā āYou really donāt care about me at all?ā There was both anger and sadness stretched in his voice. Petulant and abandoned.
She glanced at him. He was glaring at her, impotence and shock written on his face.Ā āIf caring about you means I must be willing to destroy myself in order to preserve you, then no.ā She stood, slowly. Letting him see that she was angry at him, and unafraid of the consequences of that anger. āIf you believe to care about you means I must somehow value your own self more than I do my own. That you have more value than me, inherently, in how I view the world. No. If caring about you means I must manage your own feelings, to my own detriment, no. And that, I have been doing, until now. No, Tom. You ask too much, and give too little, and I am done with it.ā
His nostrils flared, and he stared at her for another long moment, before storming away.Ā
She watched him go, and then sat back on the ground, stretching out beneath the trees. The wind whistled through the leaves, and they shook and whispered in the breeze. She let the anger boil off her, soothed by the sound of the wind in the trees, and did not indulge in regret.Ā
I am in love
She is my new best female role model

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This is so wholesome
Update: he finally got the cat to the vet to see if she had a microchip
I was already on board with his sweet wholesome open-to-love-and-nurturing heart but I was fully unprepared for getting to that last tweet and seeing how off the hook HOT dude is
https://twitter.com/pariszarcilla?lang=enĀ heres his twitter is here there is also additonal cat photos of his children.Ā
CAT DAD IS BACK
aww, the kids grow up so fast. ;-;
HHHHHHHH I LOVE CAT DAD!
This is, by far, the single most adorable fucking thing I have ever seen.Ā
update:
I love that he kept ā¦. All of them.
Iāve reblogged the earlier part of this thread before, and the new stuff makes it even better.
This is the Tumblr equivalent of a warm hug on a cold day.
Youāre welcome.
I remember this thread, but I never saw the grown-up pics ā¤
@every-n-anything
Awwww!
what is noragami i havent heard of it till u mentioned it š
ok. hang on. iām shifting into noragami mode.
iāll spare you the 10k words of meta and just try to sell the high points.
noragami is an ongoing manga written by two women who go by the singular pseudonym adachitoka. itās still a pretty short read, at 84 chapters currently. the main character, hiyori iki, is a high school girl who, through various wacky shenanigans, winds up friends with a guy named yato who isāsurpriseāalso a god! yato needs more people to pray to him if he wants to get his own shrine, which is his Ultimate Dream.
the other major story mechanic are āshinki,ā which are souls of the dead who havenāt moved on, but can be given a name by a god to essentially become part of that godās āfamily.ā yato hasnāt been able to hold onto a shinki because, frankly, working for him sucks,Ā but he at last finds a shinki for himself and names him yukine. yukine is an angsty dead 14-year-old boy, which goes for yato (his new caretaker) about as well as you can imagine.
itās a terribly underrated series and i try to evangelize the hell out of it to anyone who asks because:
the art isā¦.absurdly beautiful, and only improves throughout the series
there are a ton of female characters who get loving characterization and development
FOUND FAMILY FOUND FAMILY FOUND FAMILY FOUND F
the romance elements are treated really gently and with great nuance, and not just shoehorned in there like inā¦well. Pretty Much Every Other Shounen Ever.
the Big Bad is one of the most complicated and interesting villains iāve ever encountered
found family
itāsā¦really funny? and charmingly written? but it also WILL make you cry VERY hard MANY times?
incorporates a lot of Actual Shinto Mythology, which is just straight-up awesome and fun to read about.
found family
itās about learning self-love and recovery
tl;dr noragami is written by two talented women, featuring a female protagonist, that tackles heavy themes in a mindful and sensitive way while at the same time telling a powerful and genuinely enjoyable story. itās only 84 chapters guys please read it