This Man Understood The Appeal Of Lace.

Jeff is the head editor at Atlantica Magazine, but he hasn’t been writing much. The Tromp administration is hard to get a beat on, throwing out so much absurdity that it feels like nothing even matters anymore. He wants a story that will make a difference, and it’s not as if those just fall into your lap. But when Jeff’s phone suddenly buzzes with a new text message, that’s exactly what happens. Now Jeff is privy to a chat thread of top-secret information from Tromp’s under-qualified, highly-ignorant inner circle, and it’s looking like a real story. It’s also looking like a total hunk. Soon enough, Jeff and the physical manifestation of this egregiously handled group text containing highly sensitive government information are locked in the heat of gay, erotic passion, and he’s about to pound out a story that he never could’ve imagined. This erotic tale is 4,100 words of sizzling human on gay physically manifested leaked text action, including anal, blowjobs, rough sex, and living group chat love.

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Casting people we're BEGGING 😭 He needs to be slutty and evil with long haired more often PLEASE 😭😭😭

Hiroyuki Sanada in The Making of Onmyoji (2001)

Happy Birthday Sakurai Atsushi!!!🕯🕯🕯🎂🕯🕯🕯🐈‍⬛️The best (studio and live) vocalist ever!

The most beautiful man to have ever lived, both inside and out. Sweet, funny and absolutely gorgeous with the voice of an angel, what more could you ever want? Of course, he was also spicy as one could be on stage, and the only thing that I would ever change about him is the duration of his lifespan. He deserved to be with us longer, but I hope that wherever he is, he can be happy and at peace. Perfection does not exist, but nobody has ever reached as close to perfection as Sakurai Atsushi.

Today, he would have been 59, an age he should have reached as it is not even that old yet, but alas.

For him, I have flushed my entire sense of shame down the toilet. I sung Happy Birthday to his photo on my memorial. And, another thing I sang afterwards:

🎶Yooouuu aaare, you are my sunshine my onlyyy. Yooouuu aaare, you are my sunshine so so sweet. Yooouuu aaare, you are my sunshine my onlyyy. Yooouuu aaare, kimi wa watashi no taiyooouuu🎶🌞💖

That part of Kyouki has been stuck in my head, and it fits him perfectly. He is my sunshine, without him and BUCK-TICK I would have never had this much joy in music. They are everything to me.

Today I will wear a necklace with a round pendant containing an image of a cat on a crescent moon. The cat and moon both black as the sky is a cloudy gray. I have no BUCK-TICK merch to wear sadly, other than 2 beanies that are so tight they cause a headache. And... I refuse to wear the plush pins, I won't let anything happen to those. But this cat necklace is the best thing I own that reminds me of Atsushi.

Besides that, today I will listen to only songs that contain Atsushi's vocals and tonight I will watch a tour to celebrate that he has existed.

I'm sure he's out there somewhere running a cat cafe in heaven. Back with his own babies that he had lost in the past. Issay must be with him too, I'm sure of it.

“when life becomes maddeningly polite, think about me.”

Thinking about sharing my experience replaying Asra's route but in the form of out-of-context livetweets to a friend who's never played the game

man i really don't think so but okay i guess