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Aoba Segaraki | DRAMAtical Murder

Aoba Segaraki | DRAMAtical Murder

(Source: cosplay-soul)

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Last time I made a post like this, I got a few scattered messages of support, but it got overwhelmed by reblogs of doubt and hate.

My name is Dana, and I need your help.

I am a nonbinary (androgynous gender fluid), bisexual person. They/them pronouns please.

I have been diagnosed with inattentive ADHD, GAD, depression, PTSD, Bipolar II, IBS, and gastritis.

I currently live under the roof of my emotionally, verbally and in the past, physically abusive parents. My parents know the various things I’ve been clinically diagnosed with and they themselves are neurodivergent too, but they’re very ableist. I’ve been threatened with homelessness, I’m made to pay bills even though (seen above) I have less than $200 to my name.

Pictured above are my balances, my appointment card for my next appointment with my psychiatrist and therapist, and my credit card balance. I’ve been paying the minimum payment for months now, and the interest rates are adding up. That balance is for gas and medications.

I’ll find out this week if I managed to get a good job with a close friend. But the money in my accounts right now is all I have left. I’ve scoured every corner of the house, every purse and wallet, every hiding spot. This is all that’s left.

Every donation, every penny helps me enormously. You can find me on PayPal at Qtbugdrs.

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This needs more notes ._.

Here I am reblogging this from myself because I think everyone who breathes needs to see it and MAKE IT STOP.

This is a joke. He interviews people and makes jokes. Calm your feministic self down.

Get out. If you honestly think that, I want you to unfollow me right now.

That guy isn’t joking, and if he is, its a god awful joke, and has no right to be supported. If he’s joking, then its an example of institutionalized misogyny in comedy that has been built up over the years and decades past, and it is not acceptable.

I am uncomfortable with those jokes, and I’m a GUY. It isn’t ok to do to ANYBODY, let alone people who are trying to enjoy a convention and cosplay a character they like. This is disgusting and shit like this needs to stop, from all angles, even someone trying to make a shitty joke.

Women are not objects, and they should not be treated as such.

If you think this guy is funny for doing that, and if you honestly think I need to calm down for being “feministic” in this issue, then you need to unfollow me, because I have no intention of stopping. And now that you’ve drawn attention to yourself with this, I highly suggest you don’t bring it up again.

In fact, I recommend you take a good long look at yourself. Take a look at how you are treated, and how other people around you are treated. If you think this is comedic and funny, you need to check yourself, because its not. If you think joking about women in such a way that demeans them and objectifies them, you need to check yourself.

And above all else, if you think someone standing up for equality of women and the cessation of this shitty behavior from EVERYONE, not just this comedian, warrants someone like YOU telling that person to “calm [their] feministic self down”, then you need to reconsider your priorities in life.

(Source: marlene)


“Hey now, I came here on time this time, didn’t I?”

“I just thought that you would come in a car, like you always do, Bakura.”

Bakura snorts as he leads Ryou down a winding sidewalk, away from the campus.

“What, am I your chauffeur now?” he asks, giving Ryou a sideways glance. “Walkin’ with a lowlife like me too good for ya now, Ryou?”

“I did not say I minded walking with you!” Ryou huffs. “I quite enjoy it, actually. It’s just… You always meet me at my school in a car. I did not expect to see you standing alone.”

“Yeah, well… After earlier this week, that shouldn’t be such a surprise, yeah?” Bakura shrugs, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his red leather jacket. “I ain’t exactly keen to have any…. misunderstandings with the cops anytime soon.”

Ryou nods, letting his gaze shift back towards the path in front of him and away from Bakura’s face.

“… Besides, the one I brought today is special. And I don’t trust those idiots at your school not to hit us, so—”


Bakura notices the way Ryou perks up and looks at him again, inquisitively.

“What do you mean, ‘special?’” he asks, a little more spring in his step.

“Oh ho~ Got you excited now, did I?” Bakura chuckles, lips twisting to a sly grin. “Well, I don’t wanna spoil the surprise for you, so you’re just gonna have to wait~”

Ryou pouts at Bakura, hands shoved deep into his pockets, but all his expression does is make the other laugh more.

Relax, Ryou,” he finally says, nodding to something just down the block. “We’re almost there, anyway. In fact, there it is, right there.”

“Oh? Which one?”

Distracted from his pouting, Ryou cranes his neck to try and see which car Bakura could possibly be talking about.

“C’mon, ain’t it obvious?”

“It would be more obvious if you would come with the same car every time…”

“You’re killin’ me here, Ryou, it’s — no, you’re lookin’ too far down, it’s right — right here.

Exasperated by Ryou’s ineffective searching, Bakura reaches up and Ryou’s chin with one hand, turning his head towards the right car — now only two vehicles away from them.

“…the red one?” Ryou asks, brow furrowing.

“That’s the one,” Bakura nods, a proud grin on his face as he reaches for the keys in his pocket. “I’m kinda surprised you didn’t notice it sooner, Ryou.”

“…well,” Ryou begins, the frown deepening on his face, “I would have thought that if you were hiding from the police, you would pick something less… obvious… But I suppose whoever you took it from is probably thanking you right now — hey!”

Ryou almost stumbles forward as Bakura whacks him upside the head.

“I’ll put up with a lotta shit, Ryou,” Bakura huffs, keys clenched tightly in his other hand. “But if you’re gonna make fun of my baby, then we’re gonna have a problem, got it?”

“Your ‘baby’…?”

As Bakura approaches the car, unlocking the passenger door first as he usually does, the cloud of confusion suddenly lifts from Ryou’s face.

“This is… your car?” he asks, eyes wide as he slowly steps closer.

“Mmhm,” Bakura nods, the proud grin from before plastered on his face once more.

“…your car.”

“Paid off, title’s in my name, the whole bit.”

“…you bought this with your money?”

“You keep that up, I’m gonna make you walk anyway,” Bakura huffs as a look of annoyance briefly flashes across his face.

“S-Sorry,” Ryou stammers, bowing his head. “I-I don’t mean to be rude. Just…”

“Aah, don’t worry ‘bout it too much. I’d probably ask me the same thing. Just get in already, yeah?”

Nodding, Ryou quickly climbs in, taking a moment to appreciate the immaculate interior as Bakura walks around to the driver’s side.

“You take… very good care of your car,” Ryou finally says.

“Thought you knew by now, Ryou,” Bakura chuckles, key in the ignition before he even shuts the door. “I take care of the things I think are important. Now buckle up already, before we’re late.”

Ryou complies, and as the buckle clicks into place, Bakura makes the car roar to life, and quickly pulls out into the minimal traffic.



Fanon Ryou: likes cute things, is fragile, cries a lot, is easily pushed around

Canon Ryou: “Touch my bleeding arm.”




Hello pals!

So I’m in a bit of a pickle right now, money wise. Everything kind of fell apart all at once and I’m not sure what to do about it. I’m working two jobs for bad hours and an incredibly low wage, but even so, there’s been an issue with my wage slips which means I haven’t been paid. Between affording my last months rent, the deposit on my new house, food, travel to and from work, the resubmission fee for an essay I missed due to my bipolar disorder (almost £100!), my medication, and a replacement battery for my laptop which died, I couldn’t really afford to not be paid. I can’t ask my parents for money because they just don’t have it due to having to support my special needs brother.

So! I’m praying someone, somewhere out there would be willing to commission me for fic. I don’t have the following I used to, but if somebody could commission a tiny fic that would help me out hugely - I need all the money I can get to carry on working, taking my very important medication, resubmit my essay and have somewhere to live so I can finish my degree. I will write any pairing, any fandom, but I’m a little uncomfortable writing hugely explicit stuff. You can read some of my fic at my ao3 username neverbirds (sorry don’t know how to link off of mobile).

The prices would be probably around the price of 2 dollars per 1,000 words, but honestly if you have anything to give I would hugely appreciate it.

Thank you so so much guys! Please message me if you’re interested

Adele’s fic is TOP NOTCH and you will not regret it.



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