#aimerfonce

Ugh.

How excessive. How could one ever think that it’s proper to act such as that, especially when one’s actions are just as gaudy and unnecessary as those he rebels against?

Besides, bodies aren’t meant to be flaunted like that, they’re meant to be lived in, regardless of how someone looks. Being a quality specimen of fitness and of conventional attractiveness is beside the point.

Ugh, did he catch me looking at him? I hope not.

Please don’t come shimmering over here.

Nobody had ever given Ryuko Matoi chocolates before. 

(Well, Mako had. But Mako gives chocolates to everyone. This doesn't make her chocolates or sentiments any less valuable. But Ryuko had, admittedly, come to expect gifts of random food from her best friend at this point in their relationship.)

"M-Moron," she managed to stammer, her face reddening. "'M not takin' those from you. I've no idea where the hell they've been."

{{ i can help with the transparency at least! i’m not too bad at it!

{{ i can maybe be of assistance w/ photoshop ;v;

ooc: i recently got cs6 and I'm staring at it like a fish like what do I do here even the tutorials are like alien-speak to me and all I want to do is make the background transparent on images without them looking like disasters ksdjh

{{ ooooohhhh loving the header!!! aaa

From Ryuko's spot in the garden, Kiryuin manor towered over her like a radiant behemoth in the night, all of its lights ablaze and streaming into the darkened courtyard. The cool air felt good on the bare skin of Ryuko's arms, a contrast to the almost uncomfortable, simmering heat that had settled on her cheeks and in her throat. She sat on a bench facing the mansion, music and the din of the raucous party taking place inside drifting around her and out onto the grounds. A glass of half-finished wine, the third offered by Satsuki, sat in her hand as she closed her eyes, a soft, crooked smile spreading across her face.