TatsuBlog 06/17/2015 - A curious thing on the train

tatsu-to-mamo-no-atm:

I heard a shutter sound and found myself looking at a smartphone screen as I was waiting to get on the train. 

It seems that the girl in front of me and her friend were taking a selfie and I saw that I accidentally photobombed it.

The girls didn’t like how it turned out or it was because I was in it, but they decided to retake it. So I quietly stepped away from there. 

Sorry for photobombing you.

source: http://tatsuhisasuzuki.sakura.ne.jp/diary/?p=2677

jessrine:

We were kissing. The punch must have had been spiked. Otherwise I wouldn’t be locking my lips with the most popular guy in school. My heart was pounding a mile a minute. This couldn’t be happening. It shouldn’t be happening.

But the sudden lick of foreign tongue across my lips told me it was all too real. Breathless, I pulled away to take in a gasp of air. He wasn’t letting me go at all. As quickly as I drew away, he moved in, stealing more of my breaths, crushing me to his chest. I felt like drowning but alive. Very much alive. The heartbeat I could feel through his chest, in my chest, made me weak.

True to his position in his club, he had the most solid chest muscles I’ve ever felt. In contrast, his tongue was soft and seeking, tasting, tickling, inside my mouth. My knees grew weaker and weaker as the kiss went on. I could barely stand and here I was hanging on to dear life. His roving tongue touched mine and stroked as if inviting me to come and play. Timidly, I touched my own tongue to his. 

Like a twig snapped, his kiss turned rougher. He lifted me clear off the ground and pushed me up against the wall. I didn’t mind, I just hugged him closer, tighter. My nails bit into his shirt, my lips sought to drink him in, my legs wrapped around his waist. Lips, tongue, nibbles on the corner my mouth, over and over until we’re both panting. Closer, I thought, I wanted to be closer to him. It wasn’t enough.

I bravely moved my left hand to touch his chest, to feel more of him. A groan rumbled out of his chest before a sharp pain on my lips brought me back to sanity.

We’ve stopped kissing. Makoto looked at me with concern in his eyes.
“I’m sorry, did I bite you hard?” he asked while touching a finger to his lips then mine.
“No,” I replied breathlessly.

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Inspired by this set by Ceejles

Bless you jessrine O///////-/////////O

aceiwa-chan asked: Okay SO I'm getting into drawing, and FOR THE LIFE OF ME I CANT DRAW MAKOTO'S HAIR. I love him but damn his hair gets me every time I just want to make him bald. Do you have any tips on that?? I know this is random and specific so I'm sorry! I just love the way you draw him ^^

I have a Makoto figure so he’s always been my guy guide Uw U but before I had the figure, I rewatched all of Free! cuz I had to make his hair right Qm Q so ye, tons of Makoto refs Uw U 

Anonymous asked: Hi! You're so good it's insane! I was wondering if you had any tutorials? I'm trying to teach myself to draw, but I'm having a hard time finding good tutorials. Thank you!!

Hello! Qw Q and thank you so muuuch U///w////U

and for tutorials, you approached the wrong person cuz I don’t do tutorials I’m sorry ; 3 ; because I only literally draw like this and I’m not kidding…

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I make up with my sketches and I learned from observing almost everything, from shapes to people’s pores. I’m not really good with coloring techniques that’s why I’m only careful at choosing the right ones. For the brushes, I make my own as I play around SAI. So you can notice, I have different coloring styles.

YEE I’m of no help but this is really how I literally work TTW TT even when my friends ask me, they can’t learn from me. Same for tutorials, they never worked on me. I only use references to see “how” and “why”. 

I can only advise you tho. Observe, practice, and trust yourself. Yes, deep chiz. I’m really sorry please burn me if you will TT)m(TT