#also ig this serves as a summary for whats to come ???? lol

[kuragesoda]

the block party song previews experience

[l0vergrlll]

: ̗̀ 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐞

Matt Sturniolo x Reader

Inspo: Care by Sonder (good song, I <3 Sonder)

Summary: You come home on a Friday evening after a rough week of work, excited to finally have some time alone with your boyfriend, who plans on taking good care of you tonight.

Warnings: established relationship, bathing together, fluff, suggestive, no actual smut, just cuteness hehehe

Note: this is my first fanfiction EVER!! It's not the best but not the worst ig. I also wrote it at like 2am lol. Enjoy!

It's been raining relentlessly this evening, and it seemed to show no signs of coming to an end any time soon. You don’t mind it, though. Frankly, you found the rain rather peaceful. You thought it was nature’s way of quieting the rest of the world’s unwavering commotion with its own serene ambience. The pleasant pitter-pattering of droplets against the car window served as a calm, subdued white noise for you as you rested your forehead against the cool glass. Your eyes subconsciously followed each passing car, each person scrambling in the downpour, eager to get home. You were itching to get back to the apartment as well, taking glances at the taxi driver’s GPS up front to get an idea of how much time remained. You relaxed back into the backseat, sighing as you returned your attention to the outside world, observing the cohorts of people flooding out of the revolving doors of various high rise buildings. 

It was definitely a taxing work week to say the least. You were overcome with relief as you let the idea of the oncoming weekend embrace you in a welcoming hug. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself at the thought of what was waiting for you back home. A chance to unwind, treat yourself, and indulge in the warm comforts of your weekend hobbies and activities. But what excited you most was the idea of him. 

The week had been a rigorous, almost never-ending series of projects, meetings, and all-nighters. And you were painfully aware of the lack of quality time spent with Matt. Even though you couldn’t help your harsh schedule, and he was endlessly understanding, you couldn’t shake the feeling of guilt which weighed on your heart. After a week of dull, rushed conversations with him as you were scrambling to get out of the door on time for work, you were experiencing what almost felt like withdrawals. When was the last time you allowed yourself to lay in his strong arms, comfortable in his secure embrace? When did you last feel the shivering sensation crawl up your spine and the warming of your cheeks as he whispered into your ears, his lips grazing your earlobe with every word? You craved the grit of his voice blessing your ears as he spoke to you, the way your heart fluttered as his pale blue eyes pierced into your own, slightly squinting as he spoke. The way you gasped and muffled your moans with the back of your hand as your back arched to his rhythmic, unforgiving thrusts. The way tears would fall down the sides of your face as you couldn’t contain your pleasurable screams, digging your nails into his biceps as he edged you closer to your climax, whilst simultaneously groaning in your ear. Close was never close enough. You missed that unyielding need for each other. 

Finally, the driver parked parallel to the entrance of your apartment building. You were swift to exit the car, thanking him in the process. The rain showed no mercy, prompting you to run inside the building whilst holding a hand above your head as a pathetic form of coverage. Once inside, you called for the elevator with the click of a button, squirming uneasily in your damp work clothes. You felt giddy with anticipation, undoubtedly excited to see Matt, to jump into his arms and inhale his scent. At long last, you were on your floor and facing your apartment door, fiddling in your purse for the keys. You tutted in annoyance as you struggled to dig them out in the jungle of items stuffed in your purse. 

You audibly groan with frustration, about to dump the entirety of the contents inside when you hear the door click. You look up to see it open fully, Matt looking down at you with disheveled hair and an almost childish grin of pure excitement. He leaned against the door frame, wearing a black long sleeve and gray sweats which were untied, loosely hanging low on his waist and revealing the brim of his boxers. You couldn’t help but return the smile, and laugh as he pulled you in by the arm, wrapping his own around your waist and burying his head in your damp hair. 

“God, remind me to clean out my purse, please,” you remarked, smiling as you snuggled your face into his chest, your hands gripping onto his shirt. 

Matt laughed silently as he pushed you away slightly, now able to look at you. 

“I’m glad you're home, baby. You have no idea how much I’ve been missing you,” He spoke softly, and god was the gruff sound of his voice elating. You smiled at him, and took his hand in yours as the two of you wandered into the kitchen, the smell of food engulfing your senses. 

“I think I might, Matty. I’ve really been missing you too. Thank God it’s finally Friday,” You exhaled with relief once again. Matt’s arms snaked around your body from behind you, and he pressed himself against your back. He’s taller than you, able to rest his jaw upon your head as you leaned back into him. You rested your head slightly on his shoulder as you looked up at him, really taking in the sight. Your handsome boyfriend, adorned by a freshly shaven complexion. You traced his sharp jawline with your finger, moving it upwards as you gently carved out the outline of his cheekbones. A smile crept across his face as he looked down at you. His arms tightened their hold around you and he lowered his head into your neck, inhaling deeply. 

“So I made you dinner…” He spoke softly, bringing his hands up from around your waist and onto your shoulder, gently pressing his fingers expertly as he massaged them. You exhale with your mouth open, clearly needing the relief of tension. He continued, “...But I think what you really need is a nice hot bath. What do you think, sweetheart?” His voice lowered, almost into a whisper as he spoke dangerously close to your ear. He continued to rub your shoulders, awaiting your response. 

“Yeah, you’re right. I’d love a bath right now,” You turned slightly to face him.

“I thought you might, so I have one ready for you,” He smiled, his eyes squinting at the corners as he did so. You melted at the sight every time, never able to get enough of that pretty face. 

“Wow, you seem really proud of yourself,” You joked. He chuckled lightly, and suddenly moved away from behind you, taking your hand in his. He tugged you in the direction of the bathroom. Your smile never faded, your cheeks and ears warming at his sheer thoughtfulness. Upon entering the bathroom, he closed the door gently behind the two of you.

“You know I care about you, more than anything. Let me show you tonight just how much I do,” He dropped your hand as he spoke and walked over to the bathtub, lowering a hand into the water to check if the temperature was right. You noticed the thick layer of foamy bubbles sitting on top of the water. You breathed in, a strong aroma lingering in the room. It was eucalyptus, your favorite, meaning Matt used your favorite aromatic bubble bath. Two candles were lit, sitting on the corner of the tub. Matt had hung up two bathrobes upon the hooks which hung from the back of the bathroom door. Everything was laid out for you, your favorite body scrubs, creams, and hair care items. 

Matt smiled, pleased at himself as he watched you beam appreciatively at his efforts. 

“Hop in, beautiful,” He spoke as he pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his bare torso. You stare with your mouth open at his nude upper body, admiring the slight curvature of his toned muscles. The way they descended into his v-line, lined down the center with a little hair. You watched as he slid his sweats down with his thumbs. He smirked playfully at your anticipation for his boxers to come off next, and instead of rewarding you with that display, he walked up to you and lifted the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head as you obediently lifted your arms in an effort to help. 

He whispered almost to himself, “Let me take care of you tonight..” repeating the promise he had previously mentioned. You let him pull your pants down, dragging your underwear down with them as you lifted each leg for him to fully remove the garments. You held onto his hair as he did so, and you smiled to yourself, unable to prevent the heat of blush which tainted your cheeks at the intimacy of it all. Once your bottoms were off, he ascended back up and moved onto the clasp of your bra, expertly unclipping it and slipping the fabric off forwards. Your breasts relaxed, perking upwards with taut nipples as he removed it, and you watched as his eyes observed them hungrily. He stepped back for a moment, appreciating the art in front of him. He sucked his bottom lip as he examined the beauty of your nudity. You laughed, and his gaze then lifted to your own. He leaned in, suddenly removing any space between you two.

“I haven’t even kissed those pretty lips yet,” He whispered, followed by his lips softly landing on yours. You brought your hands up around his neck as you hungrily moved your mouth against his, your body buzzing as his lips closed around yours repeatedly. He pulled away, and took your hand again, leading you to the tub. He let you keep holding his hand as you stepped into the tub, the hot water initially shocking your skin, making it deliciously difficult to delve the rest of your body within the water. You sighed as you lowered yourself, the comfort of the heat engulfing you. 

“Oh yeah… I really needed this,” You spoke breathily, your body relaxing. It’s clear that your body was wound up, and in desperate need for this physical consolation. You watched matt lower his boxers, revealing his large manhood. You bit your lip slightly at the sight, smirking as he maintained eye contact with you in the act. He flashed you with one of his signature sexy grins, and took his turn entering the tub. He groaned quietly at the shock of the heat, slowly lowering himself until he was opposite to you, his long legs meeting yours as his knees remained visible and bent above the water. For a while, the two of you remained in comfortable silence, staring at each other. You let the warmth cloud your conscience, freeing your mind of the unbreakable stress of the work week. Simply being with Matt at all was enough to ease your turmoil. But when the two of you took part in rare intimacies like this, just naked and in each other’s presence, you felt as if he was your haven, as if he was the physical embodiment of comfort and safety. 

He was still staring at you, the humidity causing his soft brown hair to flatten a bit, ever so slightly damp at the very edges. His alluring eyes devoured your physical being, his unbroken eye contact causing your heart to flutter. 

“What?” You asked shyly, slightly lowering further into the water as a way of hiding your vulnerability from his intimidating gaze.

“Come here,” He said with a smirk, holding out his strong, veiny arm in invitation. You crawled over to him in the water, careful to refrain from splashing outside the confines of the tub. As you made your way to his body, you turned your own so that your back faced him. He then wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in so your bare body is pressed against his. You giggled as you felt his hard dick prod at your lower back, but stayed leaning into him. This kind of closeness drove you crazy. You just wanted to bask in his comfort forever. You wanted to stay this way, naked and in eachothers arms, for it was the two of you in your most vulnerable state. The idea of it warmed your heart. And Matt felt equally as appreciative. The kind of love the two of you had, was a love which seemed to transcend the meaning of love itself. It felt as if you two were bound at the soul. It wasn’t only your bodies pressed against each other, but also your hearts, making love, entwined with one another and refusing to detach. 

“I need you like I need oxygen. Is that crazy to say?” He spoke suddenly, and then chased the lingering words with passionate kisses on your neck. You loved when he randomly spoke his mind, saying the most romantic things sometimes. He tightened his hold, wanting to pull you in beyond what was physically possible. You moaned softly at his hungry kisses, which slowly escalated into nibbles and sucking, leaving signature spots in the areas in which you loved for his mouth to be, and he loved to remain. 

“Of course it’s not crazy, baby.” You responded, your voice soft and flirtatious as he continued to kiss down your neck, his hips ever so slightly bucking upwards into your back. His hardness pressed against you, revealing his pure desire. 

“In fact, I think I need you more than that. I mean, what would I ever do without you?” You continued, bringing a hand up to wrap around his neck. “You take such good care of me, Matty. Thank you for this.”

“You're welcome, pretty girl. I love everything about you, care about everything you do,” He spoke into your neck. Without looking away from you, he palmed the shaving cream that was sitting on the other side of the tub, and with the same hand grabbed your razor which was sitting beside it. He lifted his head from neck and smiled as he gazed into your eyes. He brought the arm that was still around your waist up and held your tit, massaging it slightly to both of your pleasure. You giggled,  followed by a satisfied moan as he played with your nipple.

“Whatcha gonna do with that?” You gave him a quizzical look as he squirted some shaving cream into his hand. He gave you a light nudge back towards the other end of the tub.

“Can you move back to the other side and lift your leg up for me?” He smiled as the question left his lips. He had a way of asking questions like that with such a ravishing tone, his words alone made you want to moan in pleasure. Naturally, you obeyed, moving back to the other end of the tub and facing him again. You lifted your leg out of the water and he gripped it firmly, bringing your foot up to rest on his shoulder. He placed the cool white product on your leg, and began gently rubbing it so that it emulsified, covering the entirety of your shin. He did so while looking at you with lust tainting his eyes, accompanied with a tantalizing smirk. You watched him intently, fascinated by the way his hands roamed the surface of your skin, the muscles on his arms contracting slightly as he moved. His touch, his large hand holding your leg, it made your skin buzz with excitement. You were obsessed with the way he caressed you with such longing, as if he couldn’t survive without your touch, your warmth.

He let the hand covered in shaving cream drop into the water, rinsing it off. Then he picked up the razor and positioned it right at your ankle, close to his face. He slowly set the razor down onto your skin, and gently moved it up your leg while maintaining the slight pressure upon your skin. He moved his gaze from the razor to your face repeatedly, watching your reaction as he attentively shaved your leg. Something about the activity was so feverishly romantic. The way he maneuvered the razor with such care as to not leave behind any cuts or bumps. He went slow, and smiled at you yet again as you let your head lull to the side slightly, letting him groom you, take care of you. 

“How is it?” He asked, as if performing an act of intimacy out of which you had to be satisfied. Which for the two of you, it was, as he shaved your leg with precision, his breath tickling your feet from time to time as he worked. 

“You’re perfect,” You say. It was the only conclusion you were able to come to during the whole thing. He was simply perfect. He chuckled, lifting the razor as he did so as to not accidentally cut you.

“Well..” He trailed off, returning his attention to the job at hand. His other hand remained resting on the side of your ankle, his thumb moving up and down, gently rubbing your skin. He suddenly brought his lips to the skin on your inner ankle, placing a gentle peck of a kiss. He then brought his attention back to your face, pure passion projecting from his gaze. His lips were upturned in a tiny smile as he spoke.

“You know I care.”

...

a/n: smutty part 2??? maybe???

[fandomaya]

Culinary Comfort

Pairing: Kento Nanami x Reader

CW: Food is heavily mentioned, some overthinking and insecurities on reader's part, Gojo is mentioned once (lol), use of petnames, just being fluffy and indulgent! (a suggestive implication at the end, ig?), not proofread as usual

WC: 765

Summary: Just exploring how shared love for food can create little comforting memories between you and Kento

You know Kento is the type of guy to take you to different premium eateries which range from restaurants to pâtisseries and the likes of that. He just loves the expression on your face which is of pure concentration, but all that makes him fondly smile is your cute little frown with an even cuter pout on your lips, all just trying to decide on what you want to eat from the wide variety of delicacies.

But he hates to see the hesitance on your features, and he knows why you feel that even. You genuinely feel at times you should not indulge much no matter how delicious the dishes may seem. Also, the fact that these are so expensive and your partner, Kento always pays for them, makes you feel guilty of burdening him.

But Kento doesn’t know how to make you realize that he loves to see you eat, to see the satisfaction on your face when you close your eyes and let out pleased soft noises as soon as the flavors meet your taste buds. You already have seen how he loves to help you out in the kitchen and most of the weekends he even tries out a new recipe for you which he is sure that you would savor. You can undoubtedly say that food is a love language of Kento.

So coming back to eateries, one fine day, he takes you out to a café that had opened a few weeks ago, and he tried it out himself too, unfortunately with Gojo after a mission. But fret not! Because this time he wants to have a better and peaceful experience with you since he loves to introduce you to new things and experiences.

So similar things happen this time as well. Upon entering, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and sweet pastries envelops you. The subtle hum of conversations of other patrons creates a cozy ambiance on this bright weekend. You both take a table near the glass windows that look out at the busy street. The menu arrives, its pages whispering promises of delightful flavors, and he is fondly looking at your confused face of trying to pick something for yourself. But then as soon as the waitress comes in to take your order, Kento is quick to take over and surprise you. You never expected him to place an order where he requests to bring one serving from every item under the specials section.

As you open your mouth to speak, Kento preemptively squeezes your hand, a silent reassurance that halts your words. He smiles at the waitress so that he goes away before he brings in the requested delicacies. In a hushed tone, you find yourself blurting out your concerns to Kento, trying to explain that it’s probably too much and that he shouldn’t carelessly spend much money, plus you will gain weight, which seems unfavorable.

His words are often sparse, but his actions speak volumes. So he just gets up and drags his chair near to yours. He sits back down, holds your hands, and rubs your palms in comforting circles. He murmurs, “Look at me, sweetheart”' his voice a gentle melody that resonates in the quiet intimacy of the moment. Your gaze drops to your lap, worry etched in your eyes as if confessing a pang of hidden guilt, in some subconscious shame of indulgence.

With a tender touch, he lifts your chin, encouraging you to meet his gaze. His eyes are so soft and kind, that it almost makes you want to cry for burdening him with your petty, annoying habits. But he just says, “Listen to me carefully, love.” His words are a tender reassurance in the midst of your worries. “It is fine to eat more if you want to. I know you love to eat, and it is completely okay to indulge once in a while. We are not doing this everyday, are we?”. You nod your head, and he just kindly smiles while rubbing your cheek, not caring if anyone sees or judges.

What is his priority is to make you comfortable and keep you happy. Plus, he doesn’t care if you gain weight or anything. He reassures you, 'It's more than good; I love the softness of you.' His words carry a warmth that transcends the physical, embracing the entirety of your being. He knows that he would just get more of you to love and worship back at home, in the sanctity of your shared existence, so that you truly know how he loves all of you.

a/n: This was really self-indulgent, but I felt like writing it. I just love to eat and feed my loved ones with good food too. But I hate the guilt that sometimes creep in some of us, which makes us hesitant to delve in full sensory experience of culinary treats. If you reach till the end, thank you for reading, and I hope you eat well always <333

[a-boca-do-inferno]

cowboy blues (rick grimes x reader)

summary: Rick comes to your rescue while you’re both separated from the group.

warnings: angst-ish, blood, slight swearing, fluff

words: 0.9k

notes: angst warning is up to interpretation here ig. also this has nothing to do with cowboy blues by kesha but you should listen to it its great and reminds me of rick. i literally just had a dream about him and i felt the need to write this btw so bear with me lol. set in s5.

“(y/n)! You’re okay?!” 

Your vision was blurry, but you could spot the worry in Rick’s blue eyes. His movements were swift, though, as he pulled you up and carried you bridal-style to some cabin that was fortunately close enough. The world around you spun only a little, nothing you couldn’t manage, really; what could maybe be a problem was the big, dark stain of blood on your clothes, more precisely right under your ribs.  

Were you bitten? It wasn’t quite clear. The way things happened left a bit of a question mark in your head, to be honest, since it was all so fast. There was Rick, and there was his brown shirt moving around indicating that he was moving around, rather frenetically, while two walkers fell to the floor with a single thud, one on top of the other. Birds flew out of the trees nearby when Rick fired the shots and he quickly ran to where you sat with your back against an abandoned car on the road, bleeding and shaking profoundly. Blurry vision and all that. You were hurt, you knew that much, yet the severity and the very nature of your injury were still a mystery to you. 

So you asked, raspy voice, “Rick, what happened?” 

And he tilts his head in response, frowning without looking at you, “just a little bruise, that’s all.” 

But you knew, in your heart, that that wasn’t all. It was harder and harder to keep breathing and you just wanted to go to sleep. The metallic smell of blood served almost as a sedative, in a way, causing your eyes to fall shut more and more with every passing second. This “little bruise” was something else, something Rick wasn’t ready to accept himself just yet, perhaps.  

Speaking of which, his deep drawl made you snap out of your semiconscious state, “(y/n), wake up. I need you to stay awake for me.” 

“Mm”, it’s all you can utter, making a face when something stung in your injury. “Fuck.” 

“Shh, you’re okay”, he coos, as he often does in an effort to comfort you. His hands carefully lifted your shirt, revealing the gruesome cut just above where your appendix should be. You tried to take a closer look at it, but hissed when that seemed to upset your wound even more. “Easy...”, Rick murmurs, studying the vivid redness around the laceration. “Told you it was just a little bruise”, his tone is somewhat jokey, and it’s obvious he’s just trying to distract you from the pain. 

“I feel like I’m gonna die”, you blurt out miserably, not caring if you sounded too dramatic at this point. The thing hurt like a bitch.

Rick’s face is serious when he gives you a disapproving look. “Don’t say that”, he then goes back to cleaning the blood off you as carefully as he can, still with a stern expression. 

You sighed, touching his shoulder in a silent apology. You both had lost so many people already, it wasn’t really sensitive to make such comments anymore. “Is it too bad?”, you change the subject, hoping to make him forget your stupid words. “Will we have to spend the night here?” 

“It’s best if we stay for the night, but only for precaution. The cut itself isn’t that serious.” You don’t know if he is lying for the sake of not freaking you out or if it’s the truth, but you choose to believe it anyway. You close your eyes for a second, relief consuming your whole body. “You’re gonna live”, he concludes, washing the bruise now with some water. 

“What about the rest of the group?” 

“They’re gonna find us. If they don’t, we just keep moving to where we were going before. We’ll meet them eventually”, Rick spoke softly and his rough, southern voice felt like a lullaby to your ears. You couldn’t help but reach over to his arm, causing him to look up at you instantly. He tilted his head again, this time to signal a question, “what is it?” 

“You saved me”, you sounded too heartfelt for your own liking, but you could probably blame it on your pathetic state of potentially deadly blood loss in the future. “Thank you”, you breathed out at last, with watery eyes.  

Your red fingers clutched his biceps like a child’s, unconsciously looking for some support. The look in Rick’s eyes made your insides feel funny, sparkling blue lighting up his face. A faint smile danced under his full beard and he nodded once, clearly bashful and touched by your words, and this reaction caught you off guard. You got to know Rick Grimes only as he was now, such a strong and good leader to your group, and that made you sometimes forget the ever-present sweetness in his personality.   

“You’re okay”, he repeats, this time coming closer so he can kiss your forehead. You don’t resist the urge and before he can distance himself, your free hand holds him by the collar of his shirt, pulling him into a messy, deep kiss. The feeling of his rough beard against your cheek is reassuring, like a thick mantle protecting you from the cold. Something vibrates inside your mouth and it’s his voice, a light chuckle accompanying it, “you’re okay?”, he says, now with his brows knit in comic confusion mixed with surprise.  

“With you I’m more than okay, Rick”, you murmur, feeling slightly dizzier. Sparkling blue eyes smile at you as your body finally gives in to sleep. 

[bromotachii]

Josee, the Tiger and the Fish 2020 「ジョゼと虎と魚たち」 Review

Josee, the Tiger and the Fish 2020 「ジョゼと虎と魚たち」

Slice of Life/Drama/Romance

1movie - 98 mins

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*not spoiler free lol*

Summary (strictly from memory about 1 hour later):

(Disclaimer: We watched this for Eve mostly) Anyways. A nice little anime romance movie that is based off of an allegedly really good novel. Made by studio Bones which is a very legit animation studio, so the music and animation kinda slapped. Boy (Tsuneo) who looks like Haru (and also coincidentally likes water very much) is saving up to study abroad in Mexico and fulfill his dream to see a specific bright orange fish! He meets Girl (Josee) who dreams of fulfilling her dreams of seeing the sea and also becoming an illustrator. Tsuneo becomes her shortly afterwards and love blossoms ;) Also there is a baby love triangle. And a bestie.

MVPs: EVE!!!!! and Tsuneo’s single crutch AND his handmade fish lamp

RATINGS:

Overall: 7.64/10

Characters:6.27/10 - None of the characters were really characterized or fleshed out that well, except for Tsuneo, and a lot of things felt kinda random/unexplained. There was definitely a lot of potential though, and the novel probably did it a lot better.

Format: 8.02/10 - Not awful; there were some cute flashback cuts.

Pacing: 2.22/10 - Some parts just kinda happened and felt kind of random/like plot pushers. The first half went way too fast without much development; it seemed like it leapt to the major points.

Art style: 8.59/10 - Pretty good! Especially the 3D integration and camerawork.

Story: 7.79/10 - I get the feeling that the novel really has a deep story but the movie didn’t really seem to dig too deep. Pretty stereotypical, but there were some good and emotional parts :)

Music: 8.88/10 -  A lot of snippets. They’re all really nice pieces on their own, but the integration felt a little funky at times.

Eve: 1000000000000000000000000/10 - not biased at all ;) But it really felt like Ao no Waltz really fit with the vibes and the rest of the movie OST, and this song in particular was really clean.

Mai/Love Triangle: 5.42 - I got the point but meh. She said many heat-of-the-moment things that felt out of place, since her character was not very fleshed out. :(

Taste of Ocean: salty/10 :’(

Aquarium scene: 9/10 - Beautiful animation and it really showed their characters.

Grandma: 7/10 - She was kinda cute but served as a weird antagonist lowkey ?? She gave a lot of mixed vibes. And her death was so sudden… another major plot point with no build up.

Plot and movie scenes coming full circle: 7/10 - we totally saw it coming but it was kinda cute ig… the part where Josee draws a picture book is so cute ;( <3

Josee: 4.82/10 -  She really could have been developed more. Her whole personality was basically just tsundere until almost the end.

Tsuneo: 7.82/10- he really was the most developed character huh. Handyman with DREAMS and also muscles

Social worker: 1/10 - the man really stepped out of his bounds >:(

Tsuneo’s single crutch: 9.08/10 - Honestly what a g. Tsuneo’s greatest support, especially at the end. Wish Tsuneo didn’t throw it aside like that when he started running </3

Change of seasons: 8/10 - A quick full-circle moment, shown quite well thru the change in foliage and clothes. Thanks Bones.

Tsuneo’s shoes: 9/10 - they were kinda cool ngl i kinda want them

Josee’s bedroom: 8.98/10 - Vibes tbh.

Chubby black stray cat Yukichi: 7.99/10 - Such a moody cat LOL. He was cute for being there though. Never out of voice lines.

Handmade fish lamp: 10/10 - i wish someone handmade ME a handmade fish lamp. It was a nice symbol also.

That one scene of tsuneo and josee in the ocean spinning in circles: 10/10 - so cute. Pure joy.

Basically, we came for Eve and stayed for Eve! It is a cute movie though, with moments that will tug at your heartstrings (maybe give you a few tears). Eve through the big screen speakers is another level. Go watch now >:)

See you next time on bromomovie reviews ;)

[twothirtytwoam]

Monday, 31st December 2018 ; 3:39PM

i promise this aint one of those “2018 in summary” kinda posts bc quite honestly, i think no one wants to read my crappy stories of complaining about shit (i’ve done my fair share of that too many times these past few months), so instead, I'm just gonna share some words / thoughts on these past 3 days bc hell - it’s been quite a ride (so if you’d like to read on, i’d be so happy that you stayed) if not - don't sweat it, i hope you’re warm & safe, and happy this coming new year and that you’ll be blessed w all things good come 2019 x

image credits: shafiq.jpeg

happy new years eve xo 

3 mornings ago, i was on my way to school when i felt an instinctual need to watch YANG’s stories on IG (i don't know what it was - just a feeling i guess) and i read about the art she creates, and the kind of artist she is - and she shares 

“and i knew in that moment, with extreme clarity, that my art would always accept the different, welcome the misfits, and heal the broken” 

!!!! omg that resonated with me more that any of the lectures i’ve attended in school this year (bc let’s face it, school doesn't entirely teach u how to be human - you learn that by experience and from the people you hang out with) AND so, like the usual emotional vomit that i am (my bestfren can attest to this bc she knows when i “spill the tea” it’s in the worst, hilarious way possible LOL, so i did what i knew best - write 

and i wrote - what i wanted to say and LO AND BEHOLD, Yang replied !! lmfao, i sure as hell wasn't expecting that and the stories we shared that came after - so i guess, what I'm trying to say is - with all this thinking back and going forward (which i think, is part of the beauty of being human - yknow we tend to do that - we love to reminisce and get all retrospective, and we also love to plan) - and amidst me doing all this - i think i finally found what it is that i’ve been wanting to feel / do / create  for so long 

                                                    SAFE . SPACES . 

two very simple words but they mean the whole world to me bc just as Yang said, i wanna make and create art and feelings that “accept the broken, welcome the misfits, and heal the broken” 

and to do that, i need to start with a fragile heart - so here i am, sharing w you things i’ve learnt along the way - still broken, but kinda warm on this new years eve (and i hope you’re feeling the same too) 

1. “relationships thrive when you’re always trying to out serve each other” 

relationships thrive when you are always trying to love the other person more than they love you - in every way - it’s so selfless. and it’s safe to be as selfless as possible bc u know they are doing the same and there’s no doubt that you’ve got each other 

2. “apologies shouldn't happen bc of the response of the person who was wronged - apologies should happen bc of the wrong” 

it’s been a long year

i hope u are well and loved (thank u for taking the time to read this) 

xx