akaikujixyaku:

phantom-thief-kid:

akaikujixyaku:

he eats only the cleanest of grass and drinks select creek water

“That wouldn’t surprise me at all.”

“How funny would that be though.

He’d be the classiest most choosy goat ever I mean most goats literally eat everything.

But not Hakugoat.”

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“Excuse me was this grass cut fresh and when was the last time it was watered.

You don’t expect me to eat this if it’s been stepped on excuse you.”

phantom-thief-kid:

akaikujixyaku:

hannah-shikari:

“I DO WHAT I WANT!”

HAKUBA

KISSES SHOULD BE GIVEN AS A HUMAN

BECAUSE IT’S MORE REWARDING THAT WAY

BESIDES

YOUR GOATBREATH SMELLS HORRIBLE

Freshmints aren’t going to solve it either

he eats only the cleanest of grass and drinks select creek water

“That wouldn’t surprise me at all.”

“Exactly! Even as a goat I have a high standard of living!”

hannah-shikari:

What Conan is actually saying “actually, Hattori…"

What the subs say:

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THE SUBBERS ARE KILLING ME

Still though

KUROBA WHY

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“Now it’s not so much a question of how I was turned into a goat, but rather, what was I doing on that island…?" 

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#I kinda wish this wasn’t just a genderbent and youngself picture but a summary of the Hakuba children #one younger brother and one twin sister sorry i quit re: the tags I agree, it would be adorable… and I’ve often thought Hakuba should have a twin sister, but… things keep repeatedly coming up as ‘nope, only […]

Error Margins/Big Mistakes

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I just did something that was incredibly illegal. More illegal than underage drinking, certainly. Ah…

Perhaps I should explain that I have been having a lot of very vivid dreams lately. I believe they may be due to the sleep deprivation or stress that I’ve been experiencing, or perhaps the extra drink here and there I’ve picked up, but regardless, dreams. Sometimes I’m being chased, tracked down, and brutally murdered. Other times I’m having relationship issues with six different versions of Kaitou KID and his alter-ego. 

And then, ah, sometimes, I’m having tea with an incredibly perceptive woman who gives me advice about… cases and my concerns regarding justice and law, moral quandaries…

Those documents that I discovered while investigating my colleague… The ones that had been scrubbed clean to the point of blatant and obvious tampering… they have been driving me absolutely bonkers. I couldn’t stop thinking about them. How anyone who went through so much effort to obtain, rewrite, and replace these documents with as much care, would be so… so careless in the end. It’s maddening to me. It’s as if they want him to be discovered and for everything to fall apart.

Which would destroy him. 

It… it wasn’t difficult at all to add the information. It didn’t take very long. The numbers were very easy to fabricate. I’ve spent so much time looking for mistakes in others’ work that it was such a simple matter to create it… 

Perhaps I should warn him when I see him… that whoever it is that’s ‘helping’ him is not exactly doing their job. Then again, I probably shouldn’t be helping with something as… as ghastly as this whole affair. 

Yet I couldn’t let it go, either.

It might be time to reevaluate my drinking habits, perhaps… and sleep schedule. And appetite? I should probably have one… at least some of the time. 

What am I doing?