Means finding them to be the biggest fucking assholes ever. My daughters father was the biggest love of my life but I used to want to kill him regularly. Whenever he was super wrong and knew it(like when I was 8 months pregnant and he laughed at me when I lost my balance and got tangled up in the vacumn) he'd call me "baby" in this super annoying tone. My pet name for him was ass or asinine ass. Now it's shitlord but I'm not in love with him anymore. He always called me baby or dumb bitch which id make fun of him for saying bc of it was such an uninspired & cliché insult. Falling in love and being in love, especially when you start out as friends seems to also mean that you experience not just intense love but intense rage. I find when u love someone so much that it's physically painful to be separated then all your other emotions in regards to that person are extreme as well; hurt, happiness, sadness, joy, heartbreak. I like that this manga shows how much loving someone also means finding them beyond annoying.
saying my fathers daughter instead of my husband is sad it means that y r no longer with him although the love y felt to each other
Unfortunately life doesn't have the happy endings that romance stories normally have. Especially when they person you love is a mess. Plus I was to smart for him and to prideful to pretend I didn't sometimes know more then him. I realize now that the only thing about himself he was proud of was his intelligence so he needed to be the smartest in the room. He just got a new wife and she's never gonna challenge him intellectually. Whenevef he complains to me that she never learns anything I have to work hard to refrain from laughing and saying-but isn't that what u love about her. I feel pity for them both. He's constan trying to change her and she's often upset that he's mean to her. If it wasn't for our kid I prob wouldn't deal with him much. It's just sad-his insecurity and inability to be ok with himself have him in a constant state of instability and unable to kick his drug addiction. I may have had my heart broken but I have a wonderful child and a stable, comfortable life. I just have learned to leave the passionate love affairs to fiction. Srsly if I ever decide to give love another try its gonna be with a super nice, super stable, older guy.
I made myself wait eight chapters before reading only to be left in the midst of the fucking angst. Love angst but I gotta be able to get to the other side. If not in a mess. So I've decided to wait some more especially since I just watched the season finale of fear the walking dead and oh my fucking god did that show mind fuck me and leave me a soggy, sobbing mess. My two passions in fictious story lines-Yaoi and zombies.
Ok my god so akward but strangely sexy in the end. The conversation is funny even though some meaning is lost in translation. Considering how conversation based this manga is with jokes that are based on Japanese turns of phrase and kanji with double meanings I'm srsly impressed with the translators. They've mangaged to get most of the jokes to make some sense in English. I'm enjoying this but it still can't beat my all time fav by this mangaka-"Sasahara kun to Samejima kun" (I can never remember if it's Sasahara or Samejima that's the first name in the title)
RIght!!! OMG when the seme was groping the uke's ass ヾ(☆▽☆) *nosebleeds all over the place*.....That sexy @SS!!! ⁄(⁄ ⁄·⁄ω⁄·⁄ ⁄)⁄
http://www.mangago.zone/home/album/7446/ -looks like Tomo chan decided to stick his hand up rio's butt
He prepped Rio, which is a pretty decent thing to do before putting his penis in. Every step of the sex wasn't shown,some was left to the imagination. But we know he prepped Rio, then they had sex
Chapter three was a fucking masterpiece of epic heartbreak angst. Just wish it could have been stretched out. I adore that hurt feelings when the poor innocent uke has his heart smushed viciously by the one he's in love with. Fact of life is no one can hurt you more then someone you love. The more you love them the more their cruelty crushes you. The feeling I got when Yamato said "but I hate you" was a less intense version of the feeling is get when my bf would say super hurtful things to me. It's actually a strangely pleasurable sensation which is so add odds with the heartbreak that goes with it. I don't do cruel men in real life anymore so I fucking adore getting that feeling in a story. It's that feeling without having to have the heartbreak yourself. It's hard to find so I'll prob reread this chapter a hundred times. I really hope it keeps up a little longer but then has a crazy happy ending. Best thing about fiction is that unlike real life even the most cruel fucked up man can become a total prince desperately in love with his princess (uke). Srsly normally I can only get this type of storyline when I write it for myself.
I adore the fight in him to be gentle but to also defile the one he loves. I love how twisted he is-makes him crazy sexy. I really love how well the mangaka shows OCD. My OCD wasn't exact the same as Shirotani's but the hand washing was spot on. When I washed my hands I could t dry them bc they would get "infected" with badness again so I would walk around with my hands up like a surgeon before surgery. Seems like shirotani for the most part has the outer part of OCD and not so much the inner. The outer is the rituals and stuff like hand washing and turning the light on and off a million times. The inner is the intrusive thoughts. Although sensei alluded to some of that when he said he tried to forget. I and others I've talked to with trauma and OCD would repeat mantras like don't think don't think over and over. Or i used to repeat a sequence of letters and numbers that had no connection to the names and ages of any loved ones. Which was really hard. I sometimes get flare ups but for awhile now my OCD has been in remission except for numbers(I hate 3,13 & 33-dislike 1,5,8,23, and any numbers that begin or end end in three except 43 is ok bc it adds up to a good number 4+3=7, I like 2, 7, but I love 9 and 27 since 2+7=9. I'm so odd
I completely understand. Esp the hand washing. I wash with anti-bacterial soap and even use 70% alcohol after. Sometimes spraying alcohol on what I touch next. ┗( T﹏T )┛
(Sometimes putting alcohol outside the bottle of alchohol to disinfect it as I remember that i might have contaminated its outside surface.)
Sometimes it is hard to even breathe if I think my surroundings are too dirty or contaminated. I used to wear masks as well. (But then, I am very susceptible to allergic rhinitis.)
But I am okay enough that I do not have a breakdown when it comes to situations where my standards of cleanliness in impossible. (Well, not anymore.) ╮(￣▽￣)╭
It used to be really bad. （￣へ￣） I cringed at being too close to people. Sometimes slapping things away... *sigh*
I hear u. I was really caught up in symmetry as well. If I touched with my left hand my right had to touch as well. If I bumped my hip into a doorway I had to bump my other hip into the same side then bump high hips into the other side. I couldn't even get my clothes on without help bc I would keep taking them off. The washing though got nuts. Spread from my hands to my lady bits. That is something that I had to quit bc it gives you a bacterial infection bc as hard as it was to hear and accept; a delicate balance of bacteria that can be all fucked up by over cleaning. It's a habit I still fight. Worst was when I forgot to lock the door to the bathroom and my bf caught me doing it. He's like "whatcha doing zoey?" I was so embarrassed but I tied to act nonchalant so I tell him "Im washing my vagina." I'm standing in the bathtub in just my shirt and he's just standing there asking me questions like I'm not in an incredibly weird position. That and the brush with bacterial vagininosis got me to cut down a lot. When I got really pregnant I couldn't reach so it almost got cured. But the way I got my OCD to go into 75%-90% remission (depends on stress & a few other factors how much better it is any given day) was using my OCD to fight my OCD. I got my friends to help me. If I got stuck doing something -ie. washing my hands or getting in and out of the car over and over I'd say "tell me to stop or..." Then some crazy OCD fear would be threatened. Like my terror of growing a penis. ( I saw it in a movie and if I thought about it I'd have a ton of rituals I had to do) so they'd say something like stop or you'll grow a penis or the generic stop or something bad will happen. That and having someone physically stop me till The anxiety when away. Then after that severy once in a while making myself stop and just standing there and dealing with anxiety Untill it went away. Then I increased how often I did that. I'm a good place now. But I was in a place where I had to leave school and I was spending so many hours a day stuck in it that I would sometimes start screaming and pulling out my hair. It's maddening. I hope you don't have it that bad but if u do know It does get better. I don't use anything antibacterial now. I even stopped bleaching everything. Now I don't own bleach bc the fumes aren't good and I have a kid. I'm an OCD vegetarian who couldn't be near meat but I cook it for ppl and cut raw chx up for the dogs. Although I'm freaking out after watching a frontline report on chicken and a new anti-biotic resistant salmonella . I'm srely freaking out. so it flares up but it's so much better I almost don't notice it most of the time. Good luck
Of all the mangakas I've read she's the one I wanna be bff's with-i can totally imagine getting drunk with her and the contestants of a dive bars drag show before getting in a brawl with rednecks (which was a normal Thursday night in north Miami -I hated living there but I'd love to go back with someone like Watanbe Asia-it's be worth the God awful frizzy hair that u get the second u step foot of the plane-curse of curly hair
The 5th chapters art was def better but it's diff then I've seen it. It's better then her older art (which is still quite good) but not as good as her newer stuff. It's a stage of her artistic development I haven't seen before. Although I think she might play around with her ste some. I saw a dj she did of one of her mangas and the manga was from the same time frame as another I read but the art was slightly diff. It was still beautiful and had the same Watanbe Asia style I know and love. Idk-one thing I luv about W. Asia is that although her art is always recognizable her semes and ukes are not cookie cutter cutouts with the same face but diff hair like so many. Sakyo Aya is awesome like that to, maybe more so. Her ukes are so different from each other that it's striking in a genre full of mangakas that draw the same face all the time.
The vegetarian hippies and the paleo carnivores- throw in the bratty teenage snack food for total chaos
Have dogs now-my kids allergic to cats and most dogs but poodles & poodle mix's work so now I have the one breed I never wanted-but I'm head over heels for our pups. So maybe that's why the last story felt so sweet. Or maybe anyone whose ever had a pet that they adored and who was their best friend would get it. I've never had a dog before now so I've never had to deal with losing one. I had cats and their loss tore me to pieces. The fifth chapter totally made the whole manga better.