I'm Kyou, BlackWingedUke or LonelyDemonKyou. I'm in the fandom of Sherlock, Supernatural, Doctor Who, The Hobbit, Hannibal, The Lord of the Ring, etc..etc... I also like anime, manga, webcomics, videogames, fanfics, art, cosplay, music...etc... I do like yaoi...-3-

 

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great-blaster:

HEY!! Future Fish!! Wake! Wake! Wake! Wake UP!!

目覚めながら Dreaming
mezamenagara Dreaming
While I’m awake, I’m dreaming

YES!! Future Free!! Get! Get! Get! Get UP!!

自由自在 Growing
jiyuu jizai Growing
Free and with complete mastery, I’m growing

アレは無理かい?コレは論外?消去法じゃノレないね
are wa muri kai? kore wa rongai? shoukyohou ja norenai ne
Is that impossible? Is this out of the question? Can’t really use the process of elimination for it, huh?

それじゃトビキリ心の奥の 夢の正体見せるぜ
sorejaa tobikiri kokoro no oku no yume no shoutai miseru ze
In that case, show the true face of your dreams deep in those extraordinary hearts

Give me x3 Give me a break!

思い出してみるんだ あの頃の自分
omoidashite mirunda ano koro no jibun
Try and remember yourself from back then

Let me x3 Let me try!

何からもとらわれない未来
nani kara mo torawarenai mirai
It’s a future that holds no bounds over you

Come on, Let’s GO! GO!

ムリヤリ こじあけた情熱のストローク
muriyari koji aketa jounetsu no SUTOROOKU
With the passionate stroke that forces open the way

Come on, Let’s DIVE! DIVE!

イケるね 負けてられないオレ達で
ikeru ne maketerarenai oretachi de
We can do it! With selves who can’t afford to lose

We can make dreams come true!!

ここからもっと飛ばしてくぜ
koko kara motto tobashiteku ze
From here, I’ll pick up my pace

今日も可能性は 曖昧な常識を軽く越えてくれる
kyou mo kanousei wa aimai na joushiki wo karuku koetekureru
Even today, possibility easily surpasses vague common knowledge

浪打てもっとアツい鼓動(ビート)で
nami ute motto atsui BIITO de
As the waves crash, with a more heated beating of the heart

どんな自分でだって 最高のゴールまで辿り着ける
donna jibun de datte saikou no GOORU made tadori tsukeru
No matter how I am, I’ll make the best goal ever

Never give up!!

HEY!! Future Fish!! Wake! Wake! Wake! Wake UP!!

目覚めながら Dreaming
mezamenagara Dreaming
While I’m awake, I’m dreaming

YES!! Future Free!! Get! Get! Get! Get UP!!

自由自在 Growing
jiyuu jizai Growing
Free and with complete mastery, I’m growing

もどかしいかい?だけど案外 燃えてるクセによく言うね
modokashii kai? dakedo angai moeteru kuse ni yoku iu ne
Feeling frustrated? That’s a laugh, coming from someone so surprisingly heated up about it

隠しきれない心の奥が チラリメラリと見えるぜ
kakushi kirenai kokoro no oku ga chirari merari to mieru ze
You can’t hide it completely, I can see flashes of it flaring up from deep in your heart

たかが青春のハイライト
takaga seishun no HAIRAITO
It’s just a highlight of youth

Don’t cry に Feel delight にブチかませセンセーション
Don’t cry ni Feel delight ni buchi kamase SENSEESHON
Don’t cry and feel delight, ram those sensations in

誰の正解も明快も問題じゃないだろ
dare no seikai mo meikai mo mondai janai daro
It doesn’t matter who’s right or reasonable

いつだって Believe my wave
itsu datte Believe my wave
No matter what, believe my wave

Come on, Let’s GO! GO!

まだまだ 何者か未満の今だから
mada mada nanimonoka miman no ima dakara
Because we’re still far less than recognized now

Come on, Let’s DIVE! DIVE!

明日も スゴい景色が見れるんだ
ashita mo sugoi keshiki ga mirerunda
Even tomorrow, we can see an amazing sight

そこにしかない瞬間に 夢中になれるオレ達で
soko ni shikanai shunkan ni muchuu ni nareru oretachi de
With selves who can get absorbed in only that moment we’re in

We can make dreams come true!!

心がもっと叫ぶほうへ
kokoro ga motto sakebu hou e
Our hearts face towards the direction where they can scream louder

今日は未解決な 感情も憧れもいつかわかるはずさ
kyou wa mikaiketsu na kanjou mo akogare mo itsuka wakaru hazu sa
The unresolved feelings and yearnings that we feel today, we ought to understand one day

放つぜもっとハイスピードに
hanatsu ze motto HAI SUPIIDO ni
I’ll go at an even higher speed

どんな未来にだって
donna mirai ni datte
No matter what the future holds

真っ直ぐに続いてくこのコースを泳ごう
massugu ni tsuzuiteku kono KOOSU wo oyogou
Let’s swim this course that stretches straight ahead

【さあ、皆行こう!オレ達の未来へ!】
saa, minna ikou! oretachi no mirai e!
Now, let’s go, everyone! To our future!

ここからもっと飛ばしてくぜ
koko kara motto tobashiteku ze
From here, I’ll pick up my pace

今日も可能性は 曖昧な常識を軽く越えてくれる
kyou mo kanousei wa aimai na joushiki wo karuku koetekureru
Even today, possibility easily surpasses vague common knowledge

浪打てもっとアツい鼓動(ビート)で
nami ute motto atsui BIITO de
As the waves crash, with a more heated beating of the heart

どんな自分でだって 最高のゴールまで辿り着ける
donna jibun de datte saikou no GOORU made tadori tsukeru
No matter how I am, I’ll make the best goal ever

心がもっと叫ぶほうへ
kokoro ga motto sakebu hou e
Our hearts face towards the direction where they can scream louder

今日は未解決な 感情も憧れもいつかわかるはずさ
kyou wa mikaiketsu na kanjou mo akogare mo itsuka wakaru hazu sa
The unresolved feelings and yearnings that we feel today, we ought to understand one day

放つぜもっとハイスピードに
hanatsu ze motto HAI SUPIIDO ni
I’ll go at an even higher speed

どんな未来にだって
donna mirai ni datte
No matter what the future holds

真っ直ぐに続いてくこのコースを泳ごう
massugu ni tsuzuiteku kono KOOSU wo oyogou
Let’s swim this course that stretches straight ahead

HEY!! Future Fish!! Wake! Wake! Wake! Wake UP!!

目覚めながら Dreaming
mezamenagara Dreaming
While I’m awake, I’m dreaming

YES!! Future Free!! Get! Get! Get! Get UP!!

自由自在 Growing
jiyuu jizai Growing
Free and with complete mastery, I’m growing

I have been drinking two different teas plus drawing faces for my studio class in college sigh….so much drawing -3- #collegelife #college #artschool #tea #drawing #psychopass

I have been drinking two different teas plus drawing faces for my studio class in college sigh….so much drawing -3- #collegelife #college #artschool #tea #drawing #psychopass

Rin bit me…..#free #HarukaNanase #RinMatsuoka #MermaidAU #fromtheseason2endingkindof #RinHaru

Rin bit me…..#free #HarukaNanase #RinMatsuoka #MermaidAU #fromtheseason2endingkindof #RinHaru

New box using checkered origami paper #paperfolding #origami #box #colorful #colorfulbox #checkers

New box using checkered origami paper #paperfolding #origami #box #colorful #colorfulbox #checkers

miyajimamizy:

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miyajimamizy:

"Sing for them" (College/Reincarnation Au where Marco sings sad love songs for someone he can’t remember and Jean tries to hide the past and his regret.)

All of Me by John Legend is really inspiring and beautiful, supposedly happy but I made it sad for Jean. Best to look at this while listening to the wonderful song! Sorry that I had to just sketch this, tiring week.

I wrote a thing for this!  I downloaded the song and then just couldn’t get it out of my head until I wrote something to go with it.

~*~

It wasn’t a bad job, all things considered.  The pay was all right, and the tips usually made up for what the actual wage didn’t cover.  Marco had learned early on what standards people wanted to hear and filled the sniffer glass on his piano with one and five dollar bills, and which songs he could add flourishes to and which he couldn’t.  After one week, he was sick to death of Frank Sinatra and that damn “Someone Like You” song, and he practically vibrated with excitement whenever someone asked for something different.  The night a shy young woman asked for Rhapsody in Blue, he almost tipped her, just for having such good taste in music.

But really, he couldn’t complain.  The job paid the bills, gave him time to go to school and work on his degree during the day, and he was doing what he loved, even if it wasn’t as entirely fulfilling as he’d hoped it would be.

The best part, though, happened at the very end of the shift.  That’s when Marco liked the club the best, when most of the patrons had trailed home, drunk on wine and cheese and maybe, just maybe, his music.  When it was just him and his piano on the stage, the rest of the club quiet, waitstaff shifting through the shadows and cleaning up, talking quietly to themselves.  Then he could play what he wanted, play his own compositions, and no one cared.

Some of the songs came easy to him, lilting songs in minor keys, flowing out of his hands and his mind as easily as breathing, and they were always about the same person.  

What would I do without your smart mouth… drawing me in and then kicking me out…

~*~

The rent was cheap, at least.  That’s about the best thing Jean could say for the place.  It certainly wasn’t big, or well-insulated, or convenient to the subway.  It didn’t have natural light, or a refrigerator made in this century, or a shower that didn’t spray brown water everywhere for the first few minutes after it was turned on.  It did have a fire-escape, though, a rusty, battered one that creaked alarmingly whenever he climbed out on it.  Sometimes, if there was a power outage somewhere in the neighborhood, he could even catch a glimpse of a star or two when he crept out there to have a cigarette.

He might even consider the fire-escape an unintended bonus, if it weren’t for that damn club on the ground floor.  Fucking jazz, jesus christ, if there’s one thing he didn’t know how badly he hated until he moved into this apartment, it’s jazz.  All horns and drums and yowling singers, who can listen to that shit?  He can’t even turn up his own music to drown it out, or the old hag next door will start banging on the walls.

The weekends are the worst, that’s when the assholes with the horns show up, and Jean makes a point to try and stay out until the early hours of the morning, just so he doesn’t have to hear them.  The weekdays, though… there’s a guy that plays on the weekdays, and he’s all right.  He plays piano and sings, and even though Jean usually can’t understand the words, the melodies aren’t the worst thing in the world.  Something that rocks would be better, obviously, but… yeah.  The piano guy is okay.

~*~

You’re my end and my beginning… even when I lose I’m winning…

Marco knows who he’s singing about, even though he doesn’t.  He’s dreamed about him for as long as he can remember, and he’s learned to not tell people that, that normal people don’t dream about the same person almost every night, for their entire lives.  He’s talked to psychiatrists about it, and they always tell him the same thing: we don’t know.  We don’t know why you dream about the same man, night in and night out, or why you feel like you know him, or why it bothers you so much that you’ve never met him in real life.  Here, take an Ambien and call me if it happens again.

Eventually, he stopped talking about it.

But the songs are for him, for the nameless, faceless man in his dreams.  He can see parts of him, sometimes… he would know his hands if he ever saw them, and the tawny, amber shade of his eyes, and the way quick, bitingly sardonic smiles flash across his mouth.  He would know his taste, the way his lips felt against his, the texture of his hair under his fingers, the curve of his spine leading to his hips.  But never his face.  He never gets the whole picture, and he never gets his name.  Only that they belong together in ways he can’t explain, and that he’s never met him before.

Over time, he’s learned to not search the faces in crowds, looking for him.  He’s learned to not look at stranger’s hands, hoping to see them fold into nervous habits he’d recognize anywhere.  He’s learned to keep quiet about it, and go on dates, and pretend to be normal.  The man only exists in his head, and in his songs, and as long as he stays there, Marco has learned to be content.

~*~

He didn’t mean to learn the piano guy’s schedule.  It just kind of happened.  And he doesn’t go out there every night, or for a long time.  It just so happens that Jean’s last cigarette of the day often lines up with the piano guy’s last few songs, all right?  It’s a coincidence, nothing more, and it’s just a happy accident that by the time the last set rolls around, it’s gotten quiet in the neighborhood and he can hear his voice better.

Such a beautiful voice, rich and pure… as Jean watches the smoke from his cigarette swirl up into the sky, he imagines a face to go with that voice.  Dark hair, dark eyes, beautiful, long-fingered hands and broad shoulders, freckles smattering across his cheeks and shoulders like constellations of stars.  He’s not sure where the idea of freckles comes from, but it works, so he goes with it.  It’s all just a bullshit exercise anyway; the piano guy is probably some four hundred pound blob with pudgy, damp hands and a bad haircut.

Jean will never admit that he sleeps better after hearing the piano guy’s last set, either, or that he’s learned the words to the last song he plays.  It’s always the same song, and some trick of acoustics makes it float up to the fire-escape, and Jean thinks sometimes that it sounds like the piano guy is singing it just for him.  And if his eyes ever burn and tear up when it ends, it’s because of the wind blowing smoke back in his face.  That’s all.

~*~

And you give me all of you…

Marco closes his keyboard gently, running his hands over the varnished surface of the piano affectionately.  There’s some light applause from the club, and then the lights dim and he slips off the stage.  The staff pats him on the back and exchanges pleasantries, and he smiles and nods and takes the envelope with his money from the club owner.  It’s hard, dealing with people after finishing a set; he always feels fragile after singing that song, like the barrier between himself and the dream world where he loves someone with beautiful hands, amber eyes, and a smart mouth is the thinnest.

He steps out through the backdoor of the club, into an alley festooned with rusty, dangerous looking fire-escapes, and leans against the building for a moment, gathering himself back into the real world.  He catches a whiff of cigarette smoke, drifting from somewhere above him, and he looks up.

~*~

Jean hears the door close below him; he must have stayed out here longer than usual.  His cigarette has burned down almost all the way to his fingers, and the tip of his nose and fingers have grown cold in the brisk autumn air.  He was thinking about that song, that last song the piano guy sings, and chasing some memory that he can’t quite grasp.  Some memory of dark hair and eyes, and a smile that’s only for him.

He glances down, and almost looks away before the man standing in the alley looks up, and their eyes meet, and Jean drops his cigarette as his heart starts trying to pound out of his chest.

Oh…”

If I can open my mouth widely like Eren and Annie’s titan form, my smile right now would as well be horrifying. Not only am I happy coz this wonderful person ACTUALLY wrote this, but oh man, I was feeling it when I read it all the way. This is really beautiful and wonderful ~ and the way their live cross path ever so closely and the ending, - ‘oh…’.  PERFECT. Wonderfully perfect ~ <3 -sobs- I love satisfying ending like this.

Jeanmarco Fanfic &#8216;Like a drum&#8217; it&#8217;s really good and the most favored fanfiction out there&#8230; College AU #fanfic #fanfiction #CollegeAU #JeanMarco #Snk #Attackontitan #MarcoBott #JeanKirstein #Likeadrum #faceq

Jeanmarco Fanfic ‘Like a drum’ it’s really good and the most favored fanfiction out there… College AU #fanfic #fanfiction #CollegeAU #JeanMarco #Snk #Attackontitan #MarcoBott #JeanKirstein #Likeadrum #faceq

johannathemad:

i still can’t believe it was Bert. why would he tape the mistletoe there? [x]

and the bonus:

tbhplzstop:

I will fall in love with you

in every timeline.

Poem: 25 lives
Artist: Johannathemad
All art used (in order): 1/2/3/4/5/6/7/8/9/10/11/12/13/14/15/16/17/18/19/20/21/22/23

johannathemad:

one does not simply write the best fic ever and let these kids say whatever the hell they want

also! happy b-day Lownly!

miyajimamizy:

When was the last time I did a fanfic fanart? Well, since lots few of you guys asked for some LAD; My Beating Heart scenes, now would probably the time to start again. It was fun honestly!

Also Jean is and looks ridiculous. -snort-

Anonymous asked
jean and marco au where marco starts taking french classes in the 7th year and gets paired up with a french penpal jean, who's taking english. they fall in love and have a long distance relationship for years, when jean finally surprises him by showing up at his apartment and sitting there until marco comes home from his college classes. there is crying. my heart is crying. why can't marco be alive.

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