#thank u for the ask naa!! :D

[jay-borb]

55 👀

55. Have you noticed any patterns in your fics?  Words/expressions that appear a lot, themes, common settings, etc?

Hmmm... that's a good one! I know that in terms of original fiction i tend to focus on the end of the world in some way or another, either an attempt to prevent it or rebuilding afterwards, but im not too sure about in fanfic

A trope i adore is found family! I'm just not sure if i actually write all that much of it lmao

#ask game #gentlenaa #thank u for the ask naa!! :D #borb blab

[ackermanshoe]

HI! I am a fairly new RM shipper and I think ur blog made me fall in love with the ship even more! Ilysm and I wanted to ask a quick question. Do you know where I can view the art of naasakuragawa? I haven't been able to find them. Also, do you know of any fanbooks or magazines? Thank you and sending u virtual love :D

Hello and welcome to the fandom anon!

And thank you so much omg, I just woke up you made my whole day 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

As for your question, I know naa's artworks can be found in her Twitter account @/sakuragawanaa2 and I wasn't sure where to find her artworks and comics so I asked Gilly, she said to just google Naa's work and go on the first links. Here:

I'm not sure about other fanbooks or magazines but all her artworks and media are listed there, have fun!

Also I'm sorry anon I know you sent this ask yesterday and I was procastinating answering this ask the entire day lmao

#ask ackermanshoe

[phati-sari]

Hey PS u r doing good job in roasting d movies😂😂😂😂 & i have to agree with u HR was amaze-sauce in WAR🥰. Okay doing this for 1st time, my movie ask- Kal Ho Na Ho

Hi Prachi :D

Thanks!! I hope you’re well!!

Kal Ho Naa Ho

It had a lot of heart (pun not intended but wow). It tackled so many issues, most of the time with delicacy, and was definitely a breath of fresh air when it was released. I think replacing the cafe with an Indian restaurant was a bit overdone -- when are we going to learn that you can live overseas without that attitude of believing yourself above everyone around you because of your sanskaar (that speech from Swades plays in the background). 

The soundtrack was amazing, the dialogue had its moments but was often weak, and it gave me a new appreciation for the colour red. To this day, I haven’t gotten over the way ‘Mahi Ve’ ends. 

(Have Zinta and Khan ever done a movie together where they’re just ... happy? I mean, even in Veer-Zaara they had to wait an eternity to be together.)

8/10 one bonus point because it features Aman Mathur.

Thanks for asking!

Send me a movie. PS roasts the classics.

#prachisstuff #answered #askbox meme #send me a movie #kal no naa ho #anon prachi

[stellarbisexual]

ask for the tattoo artists (personal) phone number!!!! in 2019 we are the change we want to see in the world!!!!!!!!! u got it!!!!!!!!!

thanks, anon! maybe i’ll do it via e-mail after the appointment! just don’t want to ask her out while she’s at work, naa sayin’? :D

[reeeeyaaaa]

Someone asked me giunsa daw nako pag move on.

Na in a span of a month or two I'm back into being jolly and talkative.

Well discipline rajud na sya. Haha! I remember those days, adlaw jud ha na magkulong kos kwarto wala koi ma estorya kay tungod way nakabalo sa ako mga kauban sa haus naa koi uyab. Haha! I remember those nights sending him long messages, asking nganu naunsa mi but to my dismay wala jud replies. Those nights na mubangon ko at 3 am mag cge hilak mu atubang samin nia mu stop lang hilak kay feel nako chaka na kaau ako face. Haha! But I was thankful then because it was those times nga grbe ka heavy ako heart ug ga cge lang ko pray na unta mag hilom nang kasakit sa ako dughan.

And yes I stopped. Ni stop kog sent ug long messages nia. Ni stop ko not because naka move on nako that time but because nag gahin kog respect sako self. It was a very daunting moments of my life. I even deactivated all my socmed accounts pati messenger ha. The only one I had that time is my friend nga non-stop mag check nako even panagsa rko mu reply sa iya text messages. I was really thankful to her kay nasabtan rko nia bsan dli nako masabtan jud. Haha!

Well I guess having no closure is a closure after all. 🙂

After months nga naghilom ko then unexpectedly I received a call from him. Na stiff ko but I managed to answer the call. I was very adamant na masuko lang jud dpat kos iya but I refrain. I let him spoke and heard him out. Yes na emotional kog taman. Laliman kag pila ka bulan usa ko kadawat ug tubag. I even questioned him unsay mali nako but yea, it was all his doing. And na proud kos ako self kay wala ko nag beg nia to stay. I let him leave. The end.

So if you want to know how I managed na e mend akong broken heart that time, here's how:

1. Pag bangs. Effective kaayu ni syas ako. Haha! Na instead mag huna2 kas kasakit sa imong dughan mas huna hunaon nimo imong bangs na wa namao pag putol. Hahaha!

Note: Gasgas na kaayu nang magpa short hair oyy para ingnun ka move on na. Lol. This is the new trend paras ako. Hahah!

2. Delete all your call recordings and photos together. Junk the letters, gifts and everything nga ma affiliate nimos iya. Basura gani basura najud na. Haha! D ko bitter ha. These are just basics!

3. Instead mag huna2 ka nia, pag huna2 sa imo future inday! Haha

4. Ayaw sya e block. Pasagdi na sya mag block nimo kung sa n u duha dli ikaw ang sayup. Duhh! Dli sya kawalan! May nang makita nia kung unsa ka ka happy na wala na syas imo life. Haha

5. Be with people. Start having conversations with people nga imo nalimtan tungod nia. Haha!

6. Pangitag crush. Para ma divert taman imo huna2, have someone na kanang ma crush kaau ka. Remember, do not ever hate every man you will meet thinking pasakitan lang ka. Know that dghan pa ghapon tarung. It's just that naka timing kas dli mao. 🙂

7. Sabayi og prayers. Yes dzai! Prayers jud. Na unta pakiligon kas imong crush cge. Haha!

Move on ging! You're someone else' wife and future. 😉

Ug maka move on naka. Makatawa nlang ka mag huna2 nganu ga hilak2 kas iya. I tell you. Muabot jud kas time nga okay na kaayu estoryahan imo ex nga gibatig kaanyag. 😂

Happy moving on mga badzaii! Hahahaha! 😂😂😂

[maatikikhushboo]

Rules: Answer the questions in a new post and 10 tag blogs you would like to get to know better.

I was tagged by @tellywoodtrash  @nawaazishein 

Thanks TT and Kat!  😍

A - Age: 21

B - Birthplace: India

C - Current time: 21.58 Indian Standard Time

D - Drink you last had: Turmeric Milk. Courtesy my bad throat. 

E - Easiest person to talk to: A 10th standard friend of mine who lives far away from my geographic location yet makes me feel like he is right next door.

F - Favorite song: Nothing can replace this for me.   Tu Ja Raha Hai Toh Full Song | Pankaj Udhas "Mahek" Album

G - Grossest memory: Seeing a fucking snake(read Cobra) slithering into our house one fine evening. 

H - Horror yes or horror no: No Horror Pleeajjj !

I - In love?: NO.

J - Jealous of people?: Never. I feel good seeing people who are more smart, talented and beautiful. If possible, I try harder to achieve things like that.

L - Love at first sight or should i walk by again?: Walk again, definitely. I believe in take two.

M - Middle name: None.

N - Number of siblings: None, sadly.

O - One wish: That I join Indian Navy somehow. Are you listening the omnipresent?

P - Person you called last: My Dad.

Q - Question you are always asked: “What are you doing” and “Is your hair really curly” ( I am seriously tired of this question... rolling my eyes )  

R - Reason to smile: My parents, Nature, Music. The list is endless. 

S - Song you sang last: Nuvvena Naa Nuvvena - Anand Movie || Raja || Kamalinee Mukherjee || Sekhar Kammula

T - Time you woke up: 7 am.

U - Underwear color: Brown.

V - Vacation destination: France.

W - Worst Habit: Sometimes I become lethargic to do anything.

Y - Your favorite food: South Indian.

Z - Zodiac sign: Drumrolls please...... Gemini.

I tag @coralapple @dilkashii @simply-minz @padfootsbitch @cuckoldedbyddlj  @kashishsr  @bubblie1490  @badtameezzz-dill   @hugsandpromisesx and @whattheheartwantz

#about me #i want more things like this on my blog #blog looks nicer with these things #tag game

[omgjesreel-blog]

Hi,kumusta? Are we okay or not? Idk if ok ba ta or dili. July 14, 2019 (sunday) something happened. I really wasn't expecting nga maabot tas point nga ing ato. Before, I couldn't imagine myself in those situation but nah look at me? Wa ko kabaw unsa ako buhaton. Unsa ako mareact, as in zero! Goul kayko,lagot kayko nako nga nganu naing ane ko but please understand me. Di ko kaexpress sa fb or twitter kay naa ka so ari nalng. Kaye, I love you.I really treasure u as my one great friend. I'm so thankful nga nagkamiga ta,nagka close. U know all my secrets,everything about me. Can I ask u? Do u feel the same way? Happy ka nga nagkaila ta? Nganu gamay nakong mistake masuko ka, malain ka. Kabaw ka masakitan ko. Kapoy na kaayo ko, Sa lovelife kabaw ka tanan but naa pasad koy dako,daghang problema. Motagay ko , moparty but that doesn't mean happy ko. Wala nakoy laing way para makalimot sakong mga problema kundi mao rana. Kabaw kong sayop but laban ra japun ko. Saw ur tweet again, "mahubog ka di ka ampingan" wa ka nagmention og name but kabaw kong ako. Kung gipasagdan ra tika gibyaan na tika oy niuli nakog una. Kadlawn palang, buntag, hangtod nag alas 9 sge kog ingon uli nata but d jud ka maminaw. Eventhough tong guy niana nga byaan nalng tika but nah d mahemu. Naka appreciate pud ka nako? Kapoy oy kapoy! Bsta Kapoy nag type taas pata kog isulti but duka na. Bsta iloveyou so much. God knows how much I love you but modistance lang sako gamay nimo. I will fix myself, I'll try to find myself again. I will bring back the old jesreel. Always remember that I love you so much. I hope ikaw sad , try to fix urself please. Katong hitaboa daghan kaykog realizations so dapat sa nakong tarungon akong kinabuhe. Take care always.

[januvatl]

Watashi to Kanojo no Synesthesia

Synopsis: https://januvatl.tumblr.com/synesthesia

"uu..."

Potsun Potsun.

Kotsun Kotsun.

The noise resounds about the room as though it is trying to cause disorder. (TL note: Cause of her synesthesia)

...I hate the rain.

I've always been bad with the rain.

The rhythm of the raindrops always gives me the feeling as though it is slowly blotting out and corroding my existence. I especially hate it when it is like this, with the sound excessively reverberating about the room.

“Nn...”

On days like this, I will burrow into a futon without fail. Shutting my eyes in the darkness and focusing on the fragrance of the pillow.

The thick futon cuts off the sound, shutting my eyes allows me to disregard the colours, and immersing myself in the smell causes my awareness of the synesthesia to slip away. (TL note: unsure here 匂いに没頭することで音色を意識から外す)

By taking refuge in this futon capsule, I can protect myself from decaying. I won’t survive otherwise.

“...nyafuu”

Lured by the comfort, I spontaneously leaked out a sigh.

…..aa, so warm naa…

Yielding myself to the warmth in an experienced manner, I was just about to properly indulge myself when I feel my body getting shaken from outside. This is obviously an attempt to hinder my sleep. And this hindrance comes with a loud voice as a bonus.

“What are you doing? Fugaku Kisara chan?”

“Why the full name, Rinne Kokone chan”

“No reason in particular. By the way Kisara chan, isn’t this my futon?”

Of course I know that, that’s why I’m enjoying it. My own smell isn’t interesting at all. That’s why Kokone’s is good.

Nevertheless, her voice is as fluffy and sweet as ever. When I hear her slow “orange voice”, I feel super sleepy…

“.....gu”

“Aan Kisara chaaan, please don’t fall asleep?!”

“Ha….This human lullaby music box!!”

“What does that mean!?”

Although I can’t see her face, her expression is bound to be one of extreme bewilderment right now.

Having known her for so long, I can tell this much even without seeing it myself. Yet for the same reason, I also end up knowing stuff I don’t wish to know.

“As for why I’m sleeping….that’s because Kokone is here….”

“Please don’t say such ambiguous words with that look on your face!”

“There’s no evidence of me making that look when I’m completely covered by the futon…”

“I’ve known you for such a long time, of course I can tell what look you have right now!”

Tch. It seems we share the same advantage. With her words and shaking intensifying, my sleepiness was driven away. Reluctantly, I crawled out of the futon.

As light illuminated the room and restored my vision, I grimaced.

“Aa----”

-----The world is so ‘gray’.

An alarm clock with the design of a character popular with girls nowadays, a wardrobe with dresses that are meaninglessly decorated with frills, a dresser littered with cosmetics and a contrastively neat study desk.

Anything and everything reflected upon my eyes are black and white, a monochrome world.

An unpleasant sight isn’t it.

Everything has been completely swallowed up by the rain.

The world before my eyes that’s been devastated by the colour of gray seems as though it is trying to break me apart.

“Good morninggg, Kisara chan”

In this world of gray, only Kokone has a vibrant colour.

Soft and full lips the colour of sakura, sleepy looking softly drooping blue eyes and a smile that gives off a fluffy feeling like cotton candy.

Her fluffy and wavy blond hair extends past her shoulders, and shakes with the tilting of her head as though it is dancing.

Good complexion, a gentle vibe, sufficiently bulging soft looking chest, and a cute dress with many frills.

From top to toe, a complete bishoujo. (TL note: pretty girl) Flawless beauty as though she is a well made french doll.

The girl before my eyes, fluffy and extremely adorable is completely different from me, with my pallid skin, nasty expression and flat chest.

The difference in girl power is evident. She stands on the opposite end of the spectrum, with her unmatched beauty.

Without any feeling of envy, I called out to her.

“Morning, Kokone….do you need something?”

“No no, that’s my line….why are you in my futon?”  (TL note: Kokone uses “boku” to refer to herself which is less feminine compared to “watashi” that Kisara and most girls use)

“I thought you knew but….I hate the rain. That’s why I was in your futon to block my sight, hearing and smell.”

“Somehow the last one seems new...ehehe”

Breaking out a smile like soft boiled eggs once again, Kokone laughed.  (TL note: Don’t ask me why orz 半熟の卵みたいな笑顔)

A sweet smile that seems to have plenty of sugar added in.  A warm orange-coloured laughter that sounds like birds chirping-----

“------upu”

“Kisara chan?”

“Sorry, I feel sick….”

“....again?”

Orange mixed with a little blue , the result of worry added to amazement.

Her “voice” paints over the gray colour, and it really does put me at ease. However, my mind can’t handle the sudden change to the world, making me nauseous.

…..A troublesome body, same as ever.

My legs got tangled but Kokone caught me and I somehow managed to avoid falling down.

In my current posture, while thinking to myself that the black hair that entered my field of vision looks so gloomy, I shake my head.

“Are you alright?”

“Un...thanks Kokone”

While wringing out a word of gratitude, a single word comes to mind.

…..’Synesthesia’

The triggering of a different sense organ in response to a stimulus. For example, seeing the colour red and getting the feeling pain. For example, eating something sweet and getting the feeling of a round shape. For example-----hearing the sound of rain and seeing the colour gray.

“.....too much gray”

Even amongst those with this condition, mine is special. Due to extreme sensitivity, it’s at the extent of overwhelming my very soul.

The sound of rain, the sound of thunder and even human voices-----they swallow up my heart, the sight before my eyes.

The type of synesthesia where sound invokes a colour is known as ‘Chromesthesia’, while it seems that many who suffer from this have perfect pitch, I do not have such an ability.

It’s just that I hear colours.

It’s just unpleasant.

It’s just that.

“Kokone…..speak, continue….let me hear your voice….?”

Imploring, entreating her.

The only one I can rely on now is her.

Even my own voice is a muddy blue----as though I’m drowning.

While gathering up Kokone’s soft, fluffy hair and fragrance as well as embracing her, I called out to her.

“Nee, Kokone...please….”

“U--n…..if you give out more sweetness, I’ll think about it ♪”

“Fuyu?!” (TL note: Probably short for fuyukai desu, Kyoukai no kanata’s Kuriyama Mirai catch phrase. It means unpleasant.)

“The current Kisara chan is so sweet….just a little more, okay..?”

“U,uu….”

I give up.

As seen, this is her shortcoming.

The current voice, a transparent orange colour----truthfully and seriously so.

I am feeding her synesthesia.

Kokone’s synesthesia is “Lexical-gustatory synesthesia” (TL note: sound to taste).

To her, all sounds are food.

Every sound is able to trigger her sense of taste.

In other words, to her, hearing is the equivalent of eating.

“....Kokone”

“Eeh~ The current voice is bitter~ Are you making fun of me, Kisara chan?”

Narrowing her deep blue eyes, her voice drops by one octave.

Even without relying on the colour of red I feel, it’s evident that she’s discontented.

“Y, you don’t have to get mad with that super red tone of voice! Don’t you normally like eating this voice as well?!”

Kokone and I differ in that she doesn’t have like nor dislike any sounds. She’ll eat all sounds with relish.

In comparison, I get sick from hearing stuff, with the exception of a certain range of sound.

One who’s a glutton for sound and one who’s weak to them. That’s how the two of us are like.

“Kisara chan’s normal voice has a tasty bitterness, the sound of rain has a sweet cider-like taste but….for now, I want to hear Kisara chan’s sweet voice…?”

“The rain has a cider taste….I imagined it to a more water-like taste though.”

“Ki~sa~ra~cha~n~?”

Changing the topic to delay things was my plan but it didn’t work.

The colour I feel from the voice has left from the red zone and has the colour of black mixed in.

That which I hate most, black sounds.

“Hik….”

“Ah...sorry, Kisara chan.”

“Th, this, glutton devil….baka….gusu…”

“Ah, this verbal abuse, the bittersweetness is delicious….”

“.....the worst”

I’m really frightened over here yet she’s in ecstasy over my voice. Really the worst.

But, this is why Kokone----there is a balance, and we are together like this.

Her gluttony is dangerous.

That’s why my existence is necessary.

I am terribly unstable.

That’s why her existence is necessary.

She will nibble at even screams and killing intent.

Should she feel inclined to-------the thought ’wanna eat’ entering her mind, she may end up hurting someone. Kokone stays true to her appetite, making her all the more dangerous.

In comparison, I dread both screams and killing intent.

Voices filled with negative emotions have always seemed to be like the pitch black colour of the bottom of wells.

Hence I act as Kokone’s restraints, and in compensation, I receive her pure-----transparent desire-filled voice.

This is our abnormal relationship.

Codependence----abnormal codependence.

Synesthesia----abnormal senses.

Duet---abnormal sonata.   (TL note: 共奏曲で――狂奏曲。 Help D:)

“....♪”

I hear a song.

While being embraced tightly by Kokone, I hear a humming next to my ears.

“Nn”

Her breath brushes against my ear----

“Ha, a…..”

-----The world is trembling with brilliance.

Her singing is adding colour to the world.

Painting out the gray, swallowing it completely.

The colours of the world are increasing, becoming vibrant.

“Nn...Kokone”

I called her.

My voice is a sakura colour mixed with blue.

Proof that this is the only way for me to get some peace of mind.

A colour that Kokone would feel sweet.

“....♪”

With sweetness acting as fuel, her humming got louder, releasing vivid colours.

Tempo changes and vibrato, every time ‘shakuri’ and ‘kobushi’ takes place, the scenery becomes ever more vivid and beautiful. A magic-like transformation.

(TL note: テンポの変化やビブラート、『しゃくり』や『こぶし』が起きるたびに、景色はより鮮やかに、美しくなる. Are shakuri 『しゃくり』 and kobushi 『こぶし』 musical terms?)

More.

I want to see more.

“Nn, Kokone….please, more----”

----Give me more of this beautiful world.

Fill my heart up with colours.

Since I will sate your appetite as well.

Let your voice resound more.

In this manner of painting out the rain, continue humming.

◇◆◇

“Nn….Kokone, I’m alright now…”

The sound of rain can still be heard.

While the sight of raindrops striking the window still brings about a feeling of depression, it is now way way better.

In front of the monochrome filter, I believe a beautiful world has spread out.

So I raise my head, in this grey world, for the sake of living.

“Ehh~ I still want a little more~?”

While shaking her hair and frills, Kokone tilted her head.

Truly a glutton, this troublesome girl.

“It’s fine to eat sounds, but you have to properly eat your meals as well.”

Synesthesia is after all just a sensory input.

While sound can stimulate her palate, it can neither fill up her stomach nor can it provide nourishment.

At the end of the day, her synesthesia is only just a linking of senses.

For the sake of living, she has to eat actual food.

My existence is also to ensure that she eats actual food that she is indifferent to.

“Che. Alright….It’s fine if I properly eat my meal righttt?

“Yeah. I understand that you dislike it….but you have to eat, okay?

The reason Kokone doesn’t like eating actual food is because of the sound of eating. Chewing, swallowing, and scraping of cutlery, the cacophony of such sounds evokes different tastes.

Even when she eats chocolate, the sound of chewing triggers a different taste due to synesthesia. This causes mayhem in her mind it seems.

Even so, she gave a nod to my words.

Despite the reluctance, she agreed with the movement of her head.

This is why I move for her sake.

In this colourless world.

“Ne….is there anything you wanna eat?”

For the sake of seeing her warm voice colours.

It might be unusual, but it’s mutual.

We, are together for the sake of sharing sounds.

◇◆◇

“Kisara chan, this tamagoyaki is salty…”  (TL note: rolled omelette that’s supposed to be sweet)

“....That’s because of the synesthesia. Eating something changes the taste.”

“Ueeeh~, really…?”

“Really. Really really….uwa, what’s this saltiness. Super nasty”

“It leaked out! Something incredible just leaked out!!”

----It seems the world I wish for is still quite far off.

#syosetsu #yuri #synesthesia #watashi to kanojo no synesthesia #heartwarming #one-shot #short story #translated novel