#rubberstrawhat

ℋe'd seen some truly vulgart hings in his seventeen years of life, but this might take the cake. 

ℋunger had driven him to seek out sustenance, and of all the places he could have chosen, he'd stopped at this dump. Hayato had years of experience that told him that dives and all their counterparts typically had the best and most varied selections of cuisine, despite their outwardly questionable looks. Tch. Looks like that doesn't apply here. 

❝ℸthis shit isn't fit to be called food. Like hell I'm payin' for pig slop.❞ Hayato informed the bartender in no uncertain terms as he stalked passed the counter, hands shoved deeply in his pockets, uncaring of any possible repercussions of 'eating and running. Hell, he hadn't even bothered with the rest of the meal after taking one bite.

Don’t worry, since it’s so important, he’s not eating it, just all the rest u-u

21. You have two seconds before I toss you out on your ass

Vasuki stared at his kitchen area, an expression of mingled fury and confusion on his face. Somehow, some way, this guy had followed him into his dorm and started raiding his kitchen for food! Without even a ‘yes, hi or no’ either! 

'What the hell, only this crap could happen to me!' Vasuki bemoaned, covering his face with his hands. How the hell had this happened?! Oh yeah, he was bragging about all the food his mother had sent him, wasn’t he? But still, did that justify some freak inviting himself into his own dorm and helping himself to whatever was going? Or did it really sound like he had invited people over?! Either way, this was not ok. Vasuki lifted his face from his hands, hoping to see that the stranger had disappeared, but was instead confronted with him going straight for the food his mother had given him.

Oh no. Hell no. Eating the food Vasuki had bought himself was one thing. Touching the food that his mother had sent was a completely different matter!

〆 for a childhood story 

When Haruka was a child he used to be even more sad about the fact that he couldn’t play around with the other children because having to sit on the sidelines and watch was too boring, but he could never join in the games everyone else wanted to play due to his condition. Because of this his parents tried to come up with some hobbies for him to take interest in that he could still do while sitting still - or even while being confined to the bed when that applied - and this was when he first began taking an interest in drawing.

Lie to Me: What’s a time you’ve lied?

Ohhhh man, I’ve got the perfect story for this one.

I was about thirteen-ish I believe, and my best friend and I had went to go see that Meet The Spartans movie with my cousin Jordan. It got out pretty early and we didn’t want to go back to her house yet, so we kept telling her mom it got delayed or it was a really long movie or something else ridiculous. Ended up walking down the street and having to walk back to my grandma’s due to not being able to find a ride home. Well, my aunt found us walking down the side of the road and took us back to Kathryn’s house. Her mom was beyond livid at this point and we just continued to add to the texts, saying we had to go by my grandma’s because I was having “lady problems”. Her mom bought it, but that still didn’t stop her from yelling at us when she got home.

Ever since then I’ve been terrified of her mom.

Talent: Do you have any strange talents or skills you’ve learned but never really had a use for?

32: Talk about a place you remember from your childhood.

14: Talk about a vacation.

Oh gods, my memory is so bad when it comes to personal events why did I even reblog this *sits down and regrets life decisions* I guess I'll just take the most recent one because that's the one I can remember the best... It was a camping trip to Sweden with my parents and my dog, because in Sweden you are allowed to camp literally anywhere as long as you're not in the way of others or camping on personal ground, so we drove off with our caravan and drove through Sweden for two weeks, camping here and there for a few days at a time. It was really exciting getting to see a lot of different cities, and I remember we were at this camping site in Hudiksväll and the weather was so ridiculously good (by Scandinavian standards) that it was all over the front pages of the newspapers: a whole 30 degrees celcius all week! That is hot when you're a Dane or a Swede.

Bleck, I was going to get replies and starters done today but my stomach is so bad sobbu. So here's a list of who I owe, I'm hoping to get to them either before I leave tomorrow or when I get back on Wednesday, yush. <3

starter for rubberstrawhat

reply for straightforwardfairy

reply for sunsetglutton

As always I'm up for plotting on Shizuka or Ran, so if tumblr co-operates, feel free to hit up my askbox and ask for a plot. (Or just chat. I like that too <3)