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hyunjin for arena homme korea & cartier [2025]

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All eyes on me いつのまにか deepfaker

(music. nisekao _ yama)

close-up!

This was fun to draw because I haven't tried drawing this type of expression yet. Also here's what I spent 30 minutes for no reason;

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When I think of Atsushi and Akutugawa’s dynamic paralleling Chuuya and Dazai, I think of that one scene in 15 where Dazai shoots the GSS guy.

He shoot’s him over and over, even when the man is confirmed to be dead. Dazai keeps firing round after round.

Until Chuuya stops him.

In the light novel I believe Chuuya puts his hand on the gun to stop him. While in the anime Chuuya kicks the gun out of Dazai’s hands.

Regardless Chuuya stops Dazai and tells him that there’s no need to shoot a corpse.

And Dazai stops.

Seemingly taken aback either by Chuuya stepping in or what he’s doing. He says he’s right, pulls himself together and they carry on with their mission.

In the Dark Era, Dazai says I believe to Odasaku that Akutugawa has the potential to be one of the Port Mafia’s strongest.

But for that to happen, Akutugawa needs to learn how to sheath his sword so to speak.

Essentially that Akutugawa needs to learn when to stop himself from going too far.

And that’s the role Atsushi has made for himself.

From the moment they met Atsushi has been calling Akutugawa out on his behaviour and cruelty.

He’s questioned him, directly opposed him and every argument they have is them trying to figure each other out.

The 6th month don’t kill anyone promise came out of Atsushi’s desire for Akutugawa to see the value of life.

And it shows how far they’ve come that Akutugawa has staunchly kept that promise.

For them Atsushi’s the hand on the gun telling Akutugawa nows not the time to fire it.

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Akutagawa appreciation post since it's his birthday~

And a bonus with Atsushi because why not.

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Sorry to everyone who follows me for posting about gay idol animes,, I’m in a very BSD mood today after seeing the new episode and I binge watch half of season one bc of it

Anyway here’s this one scene from BSD wan that lives rent free in my head bye

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genuinely do NOT want the world to see me because i don’t think that they’d understand

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chapter 70 has a panel where we see that ango visited oda’s grave. It wasn’t featured in this episode but this panel is very important to me.

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Ango is the type of guy to look at an organization, ask “is anybody gonna betray that” and not wait for an answer.

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hey

hey friend

dont kill yourself tonight ok

you have a really pretty smile and i know its not always easy to manage one but itd be a bummer if we never had the chance to see it ever again

youre really important and you matter a lot so stay safe and try and have a nice sleep

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Something about Dazai leaving the Port Mafia remembering Odasuku’s shattered dream to be a writer.

And then becoming partners with Kunikida whose ability revolves around writing things down in a notebook.

Odasuku who thought he lost the right to write if he took lives.

Kunikida who only lets himself use his ability, characterised by his notebook, to protect the innocent.

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Not that it matters

But today, the pain feels deeper, it lasts longer and makes me feel so raw and unprotected.

I feel like if anything would come at me, it would take me down.

My soul does not feel safe and is alone. This is how I felt today. Today, when I miss you and must have you in my arms. Every day is different. Oh, but today, it hurts, like my pain has taken a very comfortable shelter inside of me, helped by the darkness already born within. How should I call this sickness. Truly, there are no words today. Just tears.

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(by Pietro Donà)

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a winter dream

It is a beautiful winter morning. All is quiet, but my thoughts. This time, they don’t seem to want to drag me down into the depths of my well-known darkness, but rather lifting me up higher than the ninth cloud I found myself floating on. Ever since you asked me to join your family for a nice, yet special Christmas Eve dinner, I couldn’t stop myself from feeling a rare fullness in my heart, like the light whispering to me “you belong”, even in the most blinding nights. As I was enjoying the crispy air, I couldn’t hold it all just to myself. I love telling you about the sunsets, or the stars or the light I see holding me when I look into your eye. “Oh, I love the smell of this air. Isn’t it pleasant?”

We arrive at your grandma’s house and the others have been waiting a while for us, to help them prepare for the holy evening, evidently. My nervousness can, as always, be very much noticed by my hosts. This time, it’s a long-awaited nervousness, the one sometimes thought not to be deserved. But now, I-… no, we are here. You wanted me here and I wanted me with you and all the ones you love. Your love is my love, forever, endless light. They welcomed us and rushed us inside, well, mostly me for the kitchen chores, and you, to help with some things outside, like chopping wood, bringing it in and so on. For now, I’ll have eyes only for the food I’m about to prepare with your mom, sister and grandma. Later, I wish to be all yours, for my eyes to sparkle again when I see even just an inch of you. I’m so glad I’m here with so much love. Someday, will you consider me part of that as well? Or did you, in a way, already?

Now, on to the tasks at hand. Mom, sister, grandma, tell me what you like, or despise, or love to do, or seem to get too much of. I want to know it all. I want to be there for it, support you through it, help you, listen to you, respect and understand you. Tell me what I need to do and I shall do exactly so. Let me in.

You’re so busy, always doing your best to ease the life of the ones you care about most. You’re so lovely and kind. I can’t really express it in words. I’m trying my best. Yet, I still can’t believe you exist and I can gaze at you, touch you and be here for you. God, it feels like my purpose in life, beside writing. This all is so important to me and I want to open my soul to it all, absorb the energy, let it flow in my veins, live off it.

I wish to know all your grandma’s secrets about cooking, your mom’s stories of how she strongly raised you alone, your sister’s ambitions and dreams. Lili’s purrs by the stove, the flames crackling and falling apart only to be revived again. Your voice, your smile, your laughter, your silliness, your seriousness, you. Your soul speaking demands a soul intensely listening. Oh, how I adore it when it speaks of all the little things, known by few. It is always the first snowflakes that move your heart and get you excited, like a little child. The rest you enjoy throughout the rest of your life.

As we arrange everything on the table, all of that delicious, traditional food, you make sure the fire is alive and that Lili’s being pet properly. The room is filled with merry voices and the simple lights of a Christmas tree. I can’t help but catch the contagious laughter of all others and check if you’re laughing, too. All I want is for you to be truly, genuinely, unexplainably happy. And when you are, the stars shine brighter, the sunsets burn hotter and my heart melts faster than a snowflake melts on lips. You may not believe me, but I can’t lie to you. Are you? Happy? Soon we’ll have time to ourselves, but for now, I am just well being surrounded by your family. It feels surreal, just like you.

I don’t care about the gifts and what day tomorrow will bring. What I am given now is more than enough. As we slowly make our way to the seats, after a long day of preparing, cleaning, carrying, mixing, tasting and decorating, I feel myself calming down, taking it easy, like finally settling into a house I can call home. I’ve been wanting this for so long. I never wish for this feeling to go away.

Too bad this is all just a winter dream.

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ROBERT ARAMAYO as Elrond THE LORD OF THE RINGS: The Rings of Power 1x07: The Eye 2022 - | dir. Charlotte Brändström

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ROBERT AMAYO as ELROND Rings of Power 1x07

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You don't understand i need him so bad